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Warning: This stuff is terrible because it was thrown together in an hour. I'll edit when I feel like it. Could take a while.

[edit] Nikki's Extrication

Out in the Far Shiverpeaks, a married couple have fled far from their home to escape their troubles. Only they and whatever gods they represent know what from. The man was injured by a lone Bison while protecting his wife and child. The girl, no more than a month old, weeps at her parent’s saddened tone.
“We can’t just leave her out here,” the wife pleas.
“We have no choice; the Norn will take care of her. We can hand her off and be on our way.”
“Those barbarians? Are you insane?”
The husband ignored and grunted, he was able to walk but his injury wasn’t minor. His wife helped him limp over to a nearby Norn, and the large bulk of a man stared down at them and said with a condescending manner, “Humans? I haven’t seen your kind since… What are you doing here?”
The wife cried more at the reply, but the husband spoke to the Norn like he was one himself, “We need you to take this child, we cannot carry her anymore. You will never see us again.”
“If you fight, we can negotiate.”
The man groaned and replied, “Do I look able-bodied to you? Please, take this child or just kill us where we stand and end our pain.”

Now, either this Norn was able to look deep into his heart, or Dwayna was looking favorably on this family, but the Norn put away his place and grabbed the baby forcefully (he must not be used to handling them) and grunted, obviously frustrated. “What is this infant’s name?”
The wife’s crying slowed; her heart seemed to be fortified just by saying,

“Nikki. Her name is Nikki.”

[edit] Namuen's Return Home

Ah, the good old days. A phrase that refers to a time where there was no war, no apparent hate. What one fails to understand is that there was never a “good old day.” A calm, peace, prosperity, is nothing more than assorted words to describe a temporary cease fire while various kingdoms reload their bows.

The neighboring lands of Tyria, Cantha, and Elona are good examples. Tyria, it’s eastern continent of Ascalon is being rampaged by the Charr. To the north, the Shiverpeak mountains are torn by a dwarven civil war (really, who here is surprised?) and west of that, Kryta, based their religion on “Unseen ones.” Oh yes, nothing can go wrong there.

Cantha suffers a fate of disease and affliction with the apparent return of Shiro Tagachi.

And Elona, land of the Golden Sun. Even through all the drought and war, you would think the hundreds more people being shoved into the place would stop and think about their life choices. But not if they keep saying Ah, Elona. Land of the Golden Sun.

It’s all too obvious that the Vanguard has more enemies to shake their many sticks at. In the Vanguard’s realm, their armies are being halted, a problem their Supreme Commander is currently working to fix. Otherwise, only a steady trickle of agents, scouts, soldiers, and lone heroes that work for the Vanguard will flow in to aid in the fight against, Demons, Undead, and criminals.

The first and oldest agent to enter Tyria is a dark and tall woman by the name of Namuen. A native Canthan and devout kurzick, Namuen is on a modified Vacation, back in Cantha from her Vanguard duties. Namuen is a quiet one, but has a powerful and commanding voice, whenever you catch her talking. It catches many off guard; anyone short from some kind of leader may get intimidated. Speaking of which, she should be arriving now.

Kaineng Center, the center of trade and commerce, and practically the last safe haven in Cantha other than the exclusive and slightly isolated Shing Jea Monestary. Namuen just recently stepped stepped off the boat from a realm unknown (or doesn’t need to be known at the present time). She looked around as anyone would in a changed land. Her armor (or clothing rather) was kurzick in nature, and caught a few dirty looks from Luxons. She would have returned the looks herself if her eyes were visible.
The affiliction has been around for a couple years at this point, and Namuen is surprised to see such decadance. People act very different now, and she doesn’t appreciate it. One could say her opinion has been lowered, her devotion, even faltered.

But she was here to meet a young(ish), cheeky woman who was a Vanguard soldier, putting Namuen on a seat of command even during her “vacation.” This woman’s job was mostly to brief Namuen on the situation of the land (similar to the introduction of this story).
“Hey there,” Nisai said happily, while simutaneously introducing herself. Namuen stared at Nisai through her black mask.

Nisai Oril wasn’t always this cheery. She’s actually a runaway princess from a region unknown (or doesn’t need to be known about at present). She was a survivalist, serious and silent as a stone golem. Nisai finally settled down in Tyria and her mood improved. She retained her survivalist attitude, but you wouldn’t be able to see that if you saw her in battle. “Oh, right. Not a talker. Anyway, walk with me, the Vanguard isn’t liked in these parts.”

They didn’t do much but discuss the affliction problem, Namuen’s inquiries were short as “What happened, why, and what can we do.”
“It’s too much for just us agents, we usually have to wait for some heroes to pass by and follow around. Big things are happening, and we’re welcome to the action.”
Namuen did change the subject by simply saying, “Vanguard?” Nisai assumed (correctly) that Namuen was asking about other officers or soldiers in the area.

“Not all of them are here. Some monestary students, some reknown heroes. We have strategists, alchemists, spies. Anything you need, I can go seek them out for you.” Namuen gave a frustrated grunt, annoyed at the fact there was so little of the Vanguard army, hoping the Commander would fix the problem on their own realms. Eventually there will be a formidable fighting force.

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This was about all I had. In the coming times I will edit, fix, revise, add sentances, remove words, and add more stories. And this message will remain because nothing here will ever be perfected.