Guild Wars

Our attempts at routing the titan forces in North Kryta Province have ended pathetically. At every turn, we have been countered by their spells and their vicious cunning. We have turned to many seeking aid and counsel, but none have given us the edge we need. It turns out that these forces are much more coordinated than we had originally thought.


During one of our attempts, we came upon the dread titan Mental Arobo. The tales of this fiend from the dragon are true. He is deadly and swift to kill. He manipulates the corpses of the slain, feeding off their souls and flesh to accommodate for everything he has been dealt. Gharian was not able to keep up with the insatiable appetite of this beast, forcing us to retreat with our lives barely intact.


We are conjuring a final plan that may put an en to this madness. I have commissioned a hero from Kryta itself, a necromancer by the name Olias, to help us. His mastery over death and quickness in utilizing the bodies of the slain are second to none. Perhaps he will be able to do what Gharian could not, in keeping up with the masses that fall at our feet.


-Davnian Siscus, Trouble in Kryta

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While finishing up some business in Cantha before our upcoming fight, I came across a powerful warrior whose name cannot be spoken. He trained me in the arts of using specific monk skills with those of my warrior skills. From him, I learned a special combination which he labeled the Palidin's Might. This set of skills has allowed me to take on some of the more powerful of the enemies I have come across. I have soloed some of the greater foes who have wondered the streets of Cantha, even while among their followers.


I have started to make a list of these useful combinations, as I have seen many succeed and many fail from time to time. In this, I am noting how these combinations function and how they produce their affects.


On a lighter note, I have amassed a small horde of treasures, each of great value, but which I have no use for. I have joined several merchant groups in hopes of selling these wares, but if I cannot find suitable buyers, I will distribute them amongst the noble people who are risking their lives on all the continents.


Until then, fare thee all well. We'll have hopefully defeated those monsters and I'll have great tales of bounty and war for all.


-Davnian Siscus, A New Mindset for the Upcoming Battle

To prepare ourselves, my companions and I went our separate ways, each going off on his or her own to hone their skills before striking out for Grendich Courthouse and the Titan's source of power in Tyria.


Gharian traveled to Cantha, where he led small groups of newcomers through torrents of the Afflicted, those masses touched by Shiro Tagachi, left over still after his downfall. There, he hopes to attain some new skills, one especially powerful one which will allow him to animate the dead to feed him health. His most prized, the one he wishes for most, is the power to summon a golem of the flesh to do his bidding, one so powerful it would take even a powerful elementalist several spells to dispatch.


Dragon Soulz disappeared, saying he would return once he had settled a debt. The man named Wolf went on ahead to scout out the terrain (and perhaps pick off a few of the roaming charr as well).


I first went to the Shiverpeaks, speaking with my follower, Menoran, scouting ahead in the Snake Dance, mapping areas for him to travel and learn skills from the terrible lords of that accursed pass. Next, I traveled to Cantha to aid Gharian in a little cleanup mess he had gotten himself into. Apparently, the afflicted of the Undercity did not take well to him, especially after he engaged in the rites of the Chalice of Corruption. I had warned him of the traitorous Brother Tosai and those Am Fa dogs, but he did not listen. Even after Zenmai, a one time Am Fa assassin told him, he did not listen. Well, anyhow, I traveled to where his party had fallen and helped him destroy the afflicted that had spawned. Afterward, Gharian forced Tosai to remove the curse of the Chalice, which was done posthaste.


Now, I am wandering the lands of Elona. I have traveled to the sacred sites that Varesh had corrupted during her dark rituals, overpowering th lasts of the Margonites and nightmares that had spawned. I then pushed into the Realm of Torment and dispatched the last of the emissaries of Dhuum which had begun to take up home at one of the Gates. Lastly, I headed to the Gate of Abaddon, where Dunkoro, Tahlkora, Koss, and others helped me in removing some of the last remnants of Abaddon. Though his knowledge had been contained in bright goddess Kormir, some of his physical parts were still convulsing with his darkness.


I believe I have trained enough now. The people cheer my name as I walk the streets of Elona's greatest cities. Perhaps, now becoming one of their mighty Protectors, I will be able to return to my home away from home, in Tyria, and aid my companions in the final fight to rid this world of those wretched titans.


-Davnian Siscus, Preparing for the Upcoming Battle, Titans Demise

We finally have achieved our goal. We were able to defeat Mental Arobo and his titan hordes, stopping them from laying waste to the Ascalon Settlement and saving many others in the process.


Gharian and I teamed up with a group of more skilled, veteran players this time. We left from the Temple of Ages and struck out through the Cursed Lands and Nebo Terrace. We came upon the titans from their flank, taking many of them in our progress. We led Captain Greywind and his band of settlers to safety behind the Settlement Walls, but the battle was just beginning.


Mental Arobo came at the head of his titan minions, striking down the settlement guards and exploiting their corpses. We quickly dealt blow after blow to the beast, eventually triumphing in killing the dread titan. However, his death rang out through all of North Kryta, summoning all who followed.


We fought desperately for our lives and those depending upon us. Their titan elementalists dealt cruel blows to us as we defended the gate. Our ranger, a valiant man by the name of Dragon Soulz, let out but was slain early on in the fight. Our monks tried bravely to resurrect him, but were unable to until near the end, when they set upon us with the last two of their greatest monsters, two rotting titans.


We pushed the enemy back, eventually cornering the last of the great titans. A man by the name of Wolf, a great warrior who had seen the likes of these before, dealt the death blow. We all cheered with the enemy's fall, returning to Droknar's Forge to give word of the news to the Great Dragon.


When we arrived, she congratulated us, but gave word of a dire issue. It seems that the source of the titans power is far to the north, in the charred region of Dragon's Gullet, where the Charr chieftains are worshiping several of the dread Armageddon Lords, giving them power, raising a great army in their wake.


Even now, we are preparing to set out upon this final task. We hope it to be easier than those previous, but the Charr army has never been known to be weak, and backed by these Titan monsters, such a force could be more of a challenge than we've seen yet.


-Davnian Siscus, Success in Kryta, Defeat of Mental Arobo

After speaking with the dragon, Glint as she goes by, I have come upon some grim news.


Though I have traveled the lands of Tyria much and have dealt with the Titans and their Lich master, it seems that something has gone by, underneath my nose as one would say.


I defeated the burning titans of the north who descended upon Ascalon. My allies Huma Dragonmaster and Ludorf the Dominant helped with those. We also defeated the rotting titans and freezing titans of the Maguma and Shiverpeaks. However, a group has gone by unnoticed, wreaking havoc upon the lands of Kryta. It seems that Mental Arobo, a powerful rotting titan lord, has set upon the Ascalon settlement and the people there, led by Captain Greywind, which will not be able to handle the assault on their own.


My good friend, Gharian Siscus, told me of such a tale, encountering the foes of the Meguma in Kryta, but I did not believe him until now. I recently traveled back from the alter of the great dragon, only to find her words ringing true. It would seem that the monsters are still about, in fierce numbers and heinous strength as they were int he Meguma.


For now, me and Gharian will plan. We are deciding which of our allies we should call upon. The heroes I have met in Elona and about have pledged their aid in ridding Kryta of these monsters. I hope others will appear to do the same. Our strategy is to assault them from either the great city of Lion's Arch or from the Temple of Ages. Both have their benefits, but we cannot afford hesitation.


On the side, I am wondering. If the titans still move about, then there must be some source to them. The source must be found and the titans dealt with. I remember seeing their kind in the Domain of Anguish. Perhaps they are still pulling strings with the Charr, even though so many of them have died in completing their rituals for these horrid abominations.


Until then, wish us luck reader. We will need it in confronting these beasts.


-Davnian Siscus, The Dragon's Tale of Titans in Kryta

After trudging through the wastes of the world and setting upon the path to make things right, I finally have reached the pinnacle of achievement in the lands of Tyria. On my last foray through the path of to Thunderhead Keep, I came upon a group of dwarves outside the center keep. They were being onset by a group of the Jade monsters of the Mursaat, remnants of their power before our party opened the Door of Komalie and dealt a death blow to the undying Lich.


They were a great distance away and there was no time to reach them by simple travel. Thus, we took a different approach. Alongside me were Dunkoro and Tahlkora, heroes from Elona whose mastery of healing magics and other sorceries made them perfect in the case of encountering such monsters. My dear friend Gharian was with us as well, making ready his curses and incantations, already seeing the battle ahead of us.


With quick speed and diligence, Gharian and I took up the magical torches that were used to light the beacons of the Keep. We then ran and lit the beacons, in hopes of drawing the attention of the Jade. Sure enough, they came to us, in great numbers, preparing to snuff out the magic that had caught their attention. However, such is the nature of autonomous golems such as these. They never think. They never know what lies around the corner, nor care. And for that, we had them where we wanted them.


After a quick battle, we set out to check on the dwarves and give them aid in recovering from the harassment they had endured. Following, we traveled back to Droknar's Forge, where we were greeted by no other than King Jalis Ironhammer of the dwarves himself. He came to me and Gharian and told us to take heed, for he with the dwarves and people of Tyria found that we should be titled for our efforts. "From this day forward, you shall be known as Protectors of Tyria" he proclaimed. A title I am not completely sure I am worthy of, but I will nevertheless continue aiding these people, in the hopes that the wars and strife that have covered this land can be accounted for.


Now I am off to see a dragon about a problem that has been bothering me. Strange dreams at night have been plaguing me and I must know their answers. I need to know if what I fear could be coming. Or if it's just more mindless nightmares.


We shall see...


-Davnian Siscus, Protecting Tyria and a Grand Reward

For many months now, I have been exploring the lands of this strange place. I have traversed the lands of Tyria, Cantha, and Elona. Until only recently, have I dared to undertake the Nightfallen Tomb of the Primeval Kings.


In the passed, I have traveled with many adventurers, seeking glory and the rewards of that sacred Tomb. The Knights of the Saraphim, under the guidance of Gharian Siscus, Deverlance Lycoan and Huma Dragonmaster, three of my esteemed allies in this world and my closest friends with the latter two's disappearances so long ago, was able to climb many times to the center of that sacred place, where the gods of this land dwell within the Hall of Heroes. We took it one occasion, but have never reached it since.


When I now walk towards that sacred place, I am filled with grief at the sight of the work of the damned apostles of Dhuum, Abaddon, and Menzies. I curse their names for the defilement of that grand place. The memories of so many who have fallen still dwell there with those of the victorious. It is a shame that darkness had to choose there of all places to strike.


However, that has all changed now. With a party of trusted heroes from the continents, some of the Zaishen Order, and my dearest friend Gharian Siscus (of no relation other than in name, as I have been led to believe), we stormed the portal into the Underworld.


Upon first entry, we found ourselves surrounded by the very walls that once had enclosed us in our moments of preparation, waiting for release upon the enemy. However, Turai was not there this time. Nor were any of the other heroes of old. Instead, the enemy was upon us.


Creatures unlike any my companion had seen before roamed this broken ruin. Looking at them, I recognized all too well their nature. The fiends of the Realm of Torment were all too familiar to me, and my disgust with them even more so.


I turned to Gharian and warned him of the power and might of these creatures. Dunkoro came to aid me in my talk. We decided on a tactical approach to eliminating the fiends and such began our trials.


With ease we tore through the foes of the small arena in the Underworld. We lost no one and faced little trouble.


We then reached the place of shattered earth, where the enemy had gathered in larger numbers. We began and proceeded as we had before, blazing through the enemy like the holy flames of Balthazar himself. However, upon stepping out upon the central plains of that place, we were struck from below by a gigantic wurm of chaos. It descended upon one of the Zaishen, an acolyte sworn to help us in healing and restoration through our travel in that dark void. We tried our best to pull it from her, but before we could slay the beast, it had devoured her whole.


We continued through till we reached the courtyard of the Hall of Heroes. Tears came to my eyes and Gharian's as well as we looked upon the place we had felled so many in glorious battle for favor and tribute. In this, we raged through the Courtyard and began raising the enemies lines. The attacks of the wurms and their siege abilities were impressive, but not enough to stop us.


At last, we had come to the Hall of Heroes. In our efforts, we pushed forward, slaying the terrowebs and chaotic scythes that stood in our way. At last we faced the Darknesses.


The Darknesses, diabolic creatures of the Greater Darkness of the Domain of Anguish, had led the demons of Abaddon and Dhuum. With great ferocity, we fought our way to the demonic masters, but were forced to retreat momentarily upon reaching them. They had slain the other acolytes and those of us that remained were weak from the flames and meteors of the dryder guardians. When we had regained our strength enough, we charged and struck deadly blows to each of the fiends, ending their assault upon the Tomb.


Souls sprung forth in congratulations, awarding us for our efforts in defeating their captors. With a sudden shift, we found ourselves back outside the Tomb. Though it still has not completely reverted to its once full glory, I can see a slight change in its hue. The darkness has lessened and the spirit of the place has lightened. Perhaps with more ventures, to slay the rest of those still plaguing the Tomb, it will revert to its old self once more.


With that, Gharian and I said our goodbyes. We would see each other again soon. But for now, he had to rest, recharging his necromantic powers for a further exploration into the now titan infested Kryta. I had other things to attend to... A promise to an old Master and the Order of Whispers he maintains...


But that tale is for another time.


-Davnian Siscus, The Renewal of the Tomb

So, we've finally gotten something for ourselves. In this, we create this journal to record our travels and trials within these lands. We are known throughout many realms places, but we are known by the last name which we all share. The Siscus line is ours. This shall be the merged minds of our clan, a group who struggles to search out and seek fame, fortune, glory, honor, virtue, and ascension from our current selves to something higher. For those who read, feel free to take heed and comment on these mere scribblings. They are but a few words to ease the time, to allow open minds to view and take in the tales of a few old men.


-The Siscus Family: Davnian Siscus (father), Finneth Siscus (uncle of Davnian), Menoran Siscus (follower of Davnian), Alecias Siscus, Seraphane Siscus, Aldatine Siscus, Lyle Siscus, Azuren Siscus, Aleo Kivo Siscus, and Caern Eno Siscus (sons of Davnian)