To the people that still follow this blog
I’m probably going to put this blog out of commission due to my lack of use with it. When it comes to IC stuff on my character, I just kind of mix it in with my previously OOC blog. It just sort of serves as both now so you can go follow over there. I also doodle and dork around there so here’s where you go for said doodles and dork!
Time melted as the crimson and vermillion fog of the sky kept the sun from revealing any form of hour. Yimyeta had continued to lay amongst the ruins, until a deep grumbling from the earth beneath her roused her from a groggy state. The grumbling soon took a sharp turn into violent cracking, pebbles dribbling along the sides. Within the minute, a cascade of rubble toppled from the pile she laid within. Several layers of pain struck along her back as her weight tilted with the falling debris. She struck several pieces of stone and wood while in a semi-freefall before the weightlessness and a bitter chill from water consumed her wounded form.
She lifted her neck up from the water with a gasp, feeling a current begin to carry her and the broken arch pieces along. The Asura struggled with keeping a breath, but ultimately suffered from her exhaustion. She was tossed violently from beneath the torrents of the water, until a final drop settled her near surface-material in arms reach.
A disgusting hoarse sound broke from her throat as she reached out and pulled her head from the water, which was all she could manage. Her arms dug into the stone she had been washed up against to prevent from sinking into the water’s depths. The smell of smoke and mild miasma had faded and the scenery appeared a normal blue, but that was the most she captured before her eye shut and she felt sleep or lack of consciousness take her.
From the depths of her rest, she could make out voices, then several flashes of pain as they began to handle her. Fighting would have only made it worse, but the movement was near unbearable. Never the less, it wasn’t enough to force her eyes open, to confront what had come for her. She just tried to fall back into a numb as she felt herself whisked off.
Status - Stable
0 - Needs Further Treatment
Recommended - N/A
Release Date - 4 D(ays)
Diagram 0 (<>) - Spine / Deep Tissue
Severity - Very Severe
[ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (8) 9 0 ]
Diagram 2 (//) - RH / RM / TI / TA / LD
The Flaming Arch: Yimyeta
( First 24 Hours )
The day had been as usual. The old Asura rose from her slumber in a lingering half haze from the effects of the elixir she took to improve her sleep. She lumbered out of bed feeling unwell and looking clammy, brewing a pot of tea from her heated cooking top. Stepping into her boots, Yimyeta made her way outside, a lower balcony taking up a good portion of the house. She folded her arms and leaned on the railing, head canted down with gray bangs drooping along her face. She took in a few deep breaths to keep herself well. However, her left tattered ear twitched up to a sound. The throbbing reverberations of an airship engine, it had to have been close, or there had to have been many of them for her to pick out the sound with such clarity. Perhaps a Pact shipment or-
Looking up, her thought process dropped. Spotting steaks of red metal and strange dark wisps for clouds painted the sky. An echoed array of cannons cut through the air, with trails of fire scattering the sky from the ships surrounding. Until flame and destruction began to fall upon the city, with one of the fire charges striking the very balcony Yimyeta was standing on. She had been frozen from the sight to move out of the way, though moving into her house wouldn’t have done much better. The entire building crumpled as a result, sending her toppling into the dirt, threatened to be buried by her own house. Her claws sifted through the wood once the dust settled, not for a moment feeling the dread of losing her house. That was the last thing she needed to worry about.
From the pile, she located her rifle and miraculously her golem core design. With that, she scuffled through the remains of her home and began her move, eyes locked to the ground as beams of light and crackling energy filled the city. Dozens amongst dozens of members of the invading army beamed from the sky. Aetherblade, Toxic creatures, Molten, and the Watchwork.
With a moment to work, Yimyeta pulled out two small metal packages from her coat pockets. She’d press the silver indent along the bottom of the boxes and watched as they dissipated. Sent off to somewhere.
With this done, a grimace curled from the old asura’s maw as she moved onward, falling into a fighting stance as she spotted a charging toxic sylvari. Her arms shifted, bringing the butt of her rifle up to strike the sylvari’s chin. As it he or she stumbled back, Yimyeta flipped her firearm around and took aim, the bullet striking the sylvari through the chest. She pushed by the Toxic member as it toppled to the ground in a puddle of its life fluids.
She rounded the old Priory camp, head turned as she spotted a younger duo of Asura fighting off a dredge. She made her way over to assist, watching as it burrowed into the ground. The soil and rock rumbled and shook as its form maneuvered with great speed towards Yimyeta upon her approach. As it burst from the ground in a display of broken stone and puffs of sand, she sidestepped its attack then kicked the back of its knees, forcing it to the ground. As it let out a disoriented grunt, the end of her rifle contacted the back of its head. Sprawled out of the floor, it laid motionless until it let out a final sporadic twitch from the sensation of a bullet boring through its skull.
The two Asura, a male and female, although weary and uneased, regarded Yimyeta with a look of gratitude. She hardly looked back, her arm motioned towards the bridge leading to the center fountain in the Arch, beckoning them to follow. She perhaps could have shouted something, but there was enough noise breaking through the air as it was in the midst of the chaos. A second bombardment screamed from the barrels of the hovering ships, taking out the very bridge they had crossed just as they had narrowly finished moving across it. As the wood groaned and splintered, collapsing to a heap in the small valley below, Yimyeta nearly ripped up her sleeve trying to pull it away from her gauntlet. She moved it closer to her face.
"A warning to all Golemagical members. Lion’s Arch is under siege. Do not attempt to enter the city. They’ve shut down the gates. They have an army and they’re blocking the exits. It’s in flames, there’s nothing we can do. I will release another report once I’ve managed to escape from th—-“
The sensation of running into a brick wall smacked against Yimyeta’s left side. She toppled to the ground, her head rolled over towards the source of the attack, an Aetherblade of Norn size, with a Molten charr to accompany. She stumbled to her feet, but her rifle was knocked out of her hands by an orb of magma before she could aim, a stray bullet broke through the smoke and kept towards the sky. She retracted her hand with a loud grunt in pain, the burn having caused blisters to form in her palm. Her gauntlet had been damaged by the first attack, but she hadn’t taken notice until it began to spark from the second. She tore it off and threw it aside, in the same general direction as her rifle was thrown off to.
The Asura duo did what they could, being unarmed. The male punched the Aetherblade’s back to get his attention, while his female counterpart gathered what rubble was easy to throw and chucked it at the charr. By this point, Yimyeta stole the distance between herself and the Aetherblade. She jumped up to gain a bit of height and aimed her boot towards his chest, he stumbled at that, but did not fall. Once Yimyeta hit the ground however, she kicked out her foot again and a burst of flame and smoke spewed from the sole. The final blast of force was enough to knock the towering man over. As this happened, the charr found his composure and gripped to the young female Asura’s throat, hand glowing a deep red. She screamed as her throat began to burn, the sound becoming distorted as the heat soon moved to her vocal chords,
Yimyeta acted fast and made for her rifle, opening fire on the charr until he too was on the floor. She didn’t check to see if they were alive, she helped the female Asura to her feet and forced her to keep moving. The consequences of the throat wound ended in her being unable to speak, and breathing was becoming laborious. Yimyeta sent her and the male counterpart ahead as streaks of energy spread across the sky above them, with another wave of their army beaming into the plaza. She followed the two north to the wooden bridge that led towards the Forge, hoping to escape to Gendarran. The old Asura turned to look behind them, spotting a Toxic krait only meters from them. As she stopped along the bridge to try and hold it off however, the creature slowed.
The next bombardment struck the arch of boats above the bridge she stood on.
There was the horrid sound of screeching metal accompanied by the deafening sounds of impact with the arch of boats. Cracking wood and everything inside collapsed onto the bridge. Yimyeta felt the unbearable weight pressing on her lungs, then a sharp wave of indescribable pain shooting down her back before she was forced to the ground, the impact causing her to lose consciousness.
The sound of the collapse was inevitably heard by the duo, the female desperately tugged on the male’s hand as he tried to force her along. “Alchemy, are you crazy?” He’d question with a look of belligerence, “Let’s use the time she gave us to our advantage and get out of here!” And the argument ended there, making way to the Forge and further North towards Gendarran.
There was an intense sensation of heat as Yimyeta’s eye finally opened, noting that the weight of the metal and wood structures that had been above her had luckily been bent to form a small opening which protected her head and vital organs from potential rupturing and crushing. Though even with this luck, something had still gone wrong. Every movement she made caused a flood of agony and screeching pain to shoot down her spine, she also managed to use the light of the flames to make out a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She shut her eyes and forced a calm. Her rifle was still out in the courtyard area where the toppled fountain lay and her gauntlet was in pieces somewhere outside of this collapse. She couldn’t move, but she was breathing.
So she presumed all she could do was wait.
( Next 24 hours )
Nothing very eventful came for a long time, for Yimyeta at least. It was still very active outside of the rubble she was buried in. She could hear the blood curdling screams of citizens and distant shouts of Lionguard giving orders and formation patterns to their peers. She could feel her mind falling gray in thought, a blood-loss haze forming around her eye. With what movement she could stand, she attempted to clear some of the rubble away, at least enough to peer outside. She had been along an outer edge when it collapsed.
A small cry came from her as she finally broke through the wooden panels of what was piled onto her. She gazed out, able to spot the courtyard and the toppled lion statue in the center. She could see the gatherings of Aetherblade and Toxic in this area. From her disturbance in the rubble however, caught the attention of a nearby battling Lionguard. A young human woman, looking fresh to war. Yimyeta was quick to speak out, “I can’t move and your men need you.” She’d croak. “Send for someone else.”
When the woman spoke, it was in a half stammer, confirming the motion of her being new to war. “I can’t just leave you stuck in there. I’ll get you out, just-” A split second had passed before the face of the young woman fled Yimyeta’s vision, she had been struck by a krait. The human took too long to stand and the krait had a blade to the back of her head before she was oriented. The scales of the creature glided softly against the stone, only managing to pierce Yimyeta’s ears over the roaring flames when it grew closer. A bright green eye peered through the hole she had made, lighting it in a sickly green light.
It couldn’t kill her, not without moving more of the rubble which could threaten to collapse again, but it would wave a scaled hand across the made gap then moved away to continue its destruction.
It was suddenly hard to breathe. Yimyeta moved a blistered hand to her throat with a choke escaping her, a green smog filled her small area quickly. Everything became distorted in sight and sound was like hearing things with cotton stuffed in your ears. She began seeing black wisps invade her vision, hallucinations began to crawl across her. She attempted to force her way out of the rubble to get out of the smog, breaking more of the wooden boards to try and air out her space. She fought through the incredible pain that continued to rake along her spine until the smog finally choked what breath she had left and her strength failed.
I’ve since recovered from my relapse and have begun my second attempt of a purge for the sake of Sarah and Boreas, possibly for the less outspoken as well.
I think at this point I’ve collected the funds to make a place of residence in Lion’s Arch, one that isn’t under its docks. Though, I don’t want to get specific on the location because if I may be honest, I don’t want anyone to know where I am. Because visitors would perhaps glimpse at me in the saddest state I’ve ever been.
My insomnia has returned with the lack of drink to put me to sleep. I’m almost convinced I’m possessed by some sick abomination of sorts because it took almost double the dosage of that elixir Sarah’s doctor gave me to finally drive me to sleep.
The footsteps of others reverberate and are echoed from my own heartbeat. The inside of my mind feels disturbingly vast and faded while my body continues being sporadically static, sending shoots of pain to riddle my nervous system. My workload continues to build while my pace rapidly declines as a result. I’ve started taking advantage of my inability to sleep to allow more time for the projects at hand.
I don’t really know how to finish this, so I’ll simply put in another honest note. I don’t know what’s going to come of me after the wedding and when the twins are born. Many lights have gone out in my life and I don’t think I’ll ever know how to deal with the rush of raw emotion such as what I’m experiencing.
But I’ll endure.
She wrote the list up quickly, as if spilling it from pen to paper was a sort of brief release before balling it up and tossing it into the toiling magma in their old metalworking station.
- I spend a lot of time now with the belief that I am defective. Whether from my isolation or something else. That there is a quality inside of me that makes me unworthy.
- If I make a mistake and receive anger or disappointment, I equate it to disgust and use it as justification for that belief.
- If things are going well, something will nag at me. Says that a reckoning is coming and that I will be ratted out as unworthy.
- I measure friendship and love by what can be taken away and not by what is there.
- The only thing I have ever counted on is myself.
An aching head and trembling limbs riddle me. Your kind words and gestures were just static in the present moment, my mind drearily rolling back into its state of panic and begging.
I feel so stupid now. I was only going for a walk.
I didn’t even give the medicine a chance.
I’m so sorry.