I have reached that level of skill that provides me with everything I need to make myself a known adventurer in Tyria. I am a master of marksmanship, my deadly bows hardly ever miss their target — more so if I’m making it rain arrows. I’m a loyal friend to the various beasts I encounter….they will charge into any battle for me, risking their lives because my belly-rubs are renowned in this land. I’m a craftsman. Like a Skritt, I love the shinies and make so many pieces of jewelry that buckets can be filled with them, but unlike the Skritt, I enjoy the act of giving them, free of charge, to people I interact with. I craft leather bags, and adorn myself in leathery armor, that I sew together from the skins of wild creatures that try to hurt me. I also spend hours harvesting ingredients to make various dishes to fest upon; I’m always eating, but yet I’ve gained no weight.
It only took 154 hours since I awoke from the dream of the Pale Tree to make it this far. I’ve adventured across the land in almost every direction, I’ve fallen off cliffs and towers more than I like to admit, but yet I have just begun the fight against Zhaitan. I recently just fused the three factions together into a pact to stop this deadly dragon from destroying everything I love. I’m not sure what the future will ultimately hold for me, but I’ve decided to test to see what my fate might be. With this Zhaitan fella, and his ever-imposing doom lingering in the air, I’ve decided to just pick more flowers and help local folk with their less-important concerns. And what’s odd, is that with the attack on Orr so alarmingly close…it just waits, it waits idly for me to initiate it. Sure, the risen still attack harmless farmers, merchant caravans, and all that…but they do not press further. Why do they not slaughter us? Why are they waiting for me to help make the outpost of Fort Trinity? With that advantage, it’s quite possible that I will make their existence on Tyria no more.
As a Sylvari, I’m drawn into the attainment of knowledge. I seek the truth in everything, I suppose that’s why I was adamant about becoming one of the Priory and being a part of this group that craves the knowledge of the world. I spend most days on various hills, that overlook majestic waterfalls, not slaughtering moas to accumulate slabs of meat for my cooking, but to think about the meaning of all this. Why am I here? What was before the dream? Why do I have the power to keep the undead from complete takeover of Tyria?
Why am I so important?
In time this will be answered, I’m sure of this, but for now, I’m going to slowly inch my way to the goal of stopping Zhaitan. Whatever might be happening to me, to my world, might be found with this dragon.