“Remarl Got Drunk” was a piece started by Remarl that turned into a long story based in the lore of Guild Wars co-written by members of Marked Souls. The following members contributed to the story: Remarl, Raven, Kousei, and Lyne.
Chapter 01: Remarl Got Drunk
Chapter 02: A Meeting of Friends
Chapter 03: Astra’s Experience
Chapter 04: Confessor Dorian
Chapter 05: The Escape and the Battle
Chapter 06: Nature’s Force
Chapter 07: Camp
Chapter 03 of Remarl Got Drunk
by Remarl
Just down the way from Figo’s pier in Lions Arch you’ll find a tidy little spot tunnled into the hillside. The only remarkable thing about this place is the small red lamp hanging, hidden from plain view from the walkway, in what one would speculate to be the smallest window in all of Tyria. While, at first glance, this place appears to be a small beachshack for private use; it is, in fact, a thriving business. The headboard over the doorway boasts four words written in Old Krytan, whice almost everyone doesn’t use anymore, “Den of the Lioness”.
The front room of “Den of the Lioness”, or just ‘Lioness’ for regulars, is a small bar where you can find your pleasure with almost any alcoholic beverage you could wish for. The Lioness’ real business takes place in the backrooms, which are so well secluded as to be unknown to any who haven’t actually been in them.
Astra knows about these rooms in back. He’s been to the ‘Lioness’ many times and often brings gifts to the ladies who work back here. He is well liked among the ladies not only for his gifts and extra large tios that he leaves, but also for his, shall we say, endowment.
Astra has been here for most of this past week without seeing the light of day. He entered here on his birthday and has been semi-imprisoned here since. The ladies have refused his gold and all of his gifts, that is to say except the one gift which they prize most highly. He is currently in Honey’s room, smiling as he’s awakened by her tongue and lips.’Her mouth could resurrect the dead. In truth it has done so, already, a couple of times this week on something I thought was dead.’ A light pressure around his glans widens his smile farthur as he enjoys a wet friction on his meatus. ‘How can she do that’ he wonders. ‘It’s like she has two tongues instead of one!’ Opening his eyes he sees that Amber is also here. “Finally awake again are you?” says Amber. He likes Amber the most; of course he likes anyone the most who’s taking care of him that way.
Diamond stops outside the door. She wished it wasn’t her job to break up the party for Astra. She scratches at the door which is opened by Honey. Diamonds eyes twinkle when she spys Astra’s erect member. ‘By Lyssa’s tits!’ she thinks ‘it’s unfair not to have another go at that!’ “You have an hour.” she says “Madam Celest wishes your presense, Astra, before the hour is up.” ‘The Lioness herself…this must be important’ thought Astra. “Please tell the Celestial Lioness that I will be before her soon, Diamond” he says. Astra uses all his prowess to satisfy the two nymphs in the room before leaving them to dream about his return visits.
“I come at your bidding, Madam Celest” says Astra. “Of course you do” says the Lioness, smiling. “There is a ‘package’ to be delivered to Dorian of the White Mantle on the isle they’re currently using for their outpost. This package is special and alive and She must not come into the hands of Dorian who only means to use her as a sacrifice for his own greater power.” “She?” questions Astra. “Yes, She” the Lioness says “I received information reguarding her transport on the ship called Mantle’s Fury from a Mesmer named Remarl whom I believe you know. He was unable to give me a date and time, only that it would be soon. The Mantle’s Fury has anchored in our harbor and is due to set sail in twenty minutes; which gives you just enough time to swim over and hise yourself onboard to protect her. Once you reach the isle you must come up with a plan to set her free. Remarl left this sealed note for you.” ‘Remarl, that crazy Mesmer, what kind of trouble is he getting me into now?’ Astra opens the note, reading {“Astra, no time to explain. Yer will understand when yer meet ‘er. She must survive! Yers, Remarl” “ps. She is the future!”} “Well, don’t just stand there, get going!” says the Lioness.
‘The things I do for that crazy Mesmer: a midnight swim with no moon through choppy waves and climb aboard a Mantle ship’ thinks Astra. ‘At least the “cargo” isn’t hard to find (big cage on the forecastle covered with a tarp).’ A whisper like a woodland breeze enters his mind “Help me please!” Working his way quietly over to the cage, he secrets himself on the forward side of it, away from prying eyes. “You are the one of whom Remarl spoke, he said you could be trusted to heal me and keep me safe. Do you know the spell ‘Healing Seed’?” “Um, yeah, of course I know it…” says Astra. “It is the only way I can survive the trip. Remarl said you are one with Divine Favor a most powerful Monk. Use the spell continually till we reach land or I will perish” She says, interrupting him. ‘Perish? Plants perish…people die…why would She use that word?’ “Does ‘She’ have a name?” he asks. “I am Sylvar…you may call me Sylvia. I am the first of my kind, though there will be more of us in the future if you are true to your friend and me” She says. “Hush now, someone comes, just keep me healed till we get to the isle.”
Astra spends the next two days healing ‘Sylvia’ through the tarp on her cage and dodging the White Mantle aboard ship. ‘What did she mean she’s the first of her kind? Her kind of what?’ As they near the isle, he spots a smaller boat on shore and a few people stand on the beach. A couple have their backs turned, but he’d recognize his guild leader at any distance. “Kousei, what’s he doing here?” says Astra. Seeing a chance for escape, he unties the knots of the tarp on the cage and pulls it aside. “Can you swim?” he asks. ‘Dwayna’s Kiss! She’s covered with leaves!’ “I am not covered with leaves, they are part of me at this stage of my evolution” she says. “I can swim very well, but the saltwater will hurt me dreadfully to do so. You must keep me healed while I cross the water.” “Not to worry, lady, I can do that.” Astra uses a lockpick to open the cage. “Hurry now, there’s no time to lagg.” he says. The nymph, for certainly she must be, dressed in nothing but leaves, moves to the ships railing and is overboard before Astra can say another word. He casts Healing Seed on here till she is almost out of distance from the ship then leaps into the water himself. He casts and swims and casts and swims till they reach the shore.
“Hey, Kousei” says Astra, saluting. “This is Sylvia; I hope she or Remarl will tell us more about her. Apparently Remarl is already aquainted with her.” Astra looks toward Remarl questioningly.
by Lyne
In the dark recesses of the cargo hold, two hooded forms were crouching. One of them tried to hide a very long bow under the folds of a long cloak. Urgent whispers going back and forth from one hunched figure to the other. When Astra came on board the White Mantle ship, one of the forms crept closer to the cage where their ward was being kept, and then retreated back to their hiding place. They waited until Astra and Sylvia made their escape, one figure stealthily crawled to the deck and made sure they had a safe getaway.
As the crouched form was sneaking back to the cargo bay, it was followed by a sailor, and as the form joined the other in their hiding place, the second seeing the first was being followed, said a few quick words, and turned the sailor to ash in his place before he could utter a cry, it was one of the most powerful spells of fire one could invoke without a lot of noise.
Shocked, Wil removed his hood and gaped at the dust left behind him then joined the figure sitting behind the crate and said “Why did you have to do that?” “Because we cannot have him cry and warn the others.” croaked a voice. Wil knew that this was not her normal voice, he kneeled beside her and lifted her chin, her face was hollow and pale, here eyes did not have the sparkle that usually was there, and her mouth was crooked and filled with remorse. “Dearest Gaile, it surprises me that you feel compassion for your greatest enemies” said Wil, “ That took a lot of energy didn’t it?” “Yes,” she answered trying to tame her voice, “but it was necessary even if he was only a sailor. What about Astra? Did he make it out with Sylvia?” “Yes, do you think she will be safe with him?” he asked with a worried look. “Yes, she will be fine, as long as he does not proposition her that is….” She answered with a lopsided smile. “You know, you singed my cloak?” “Yes, I know, but we will now be able to continue our mission. Now that Astra has Sylvia out of the way, we can try to assassinate Dorian.
After a pause for breath she said “I hope these disguises you stole are going to work.” “Well, yes, but the plan we had must be altered, they are bound to find out that the cage is empty, and when that happens they may search the ship and find us. So we may have to bail out early, and find a way to mingle with the White Mantle priests and then get close enough to Dorian.”
“We will have to see, I need a few hours of rest, let’s hope they don’t find out that she is gone before that. Do you have some water?”
He gave her the last of it, he can do without, and he felt she needed some element to recover faster. After she took a few sips from his wooden canteen she laid down her head and stretched out. He sat cross legged watching her sleep, keeping sentry. How many years have they worked together? She had come to his clan for help in fine tuning her Earth powers, and stayed with them for a time. From then on, the trust between them went both ways. He constructed his trap around them both, and it sprang water all around them, the sound of which was cool to the soul and a murmur of satisfaction came out of her lips as she relaxed more under the covers of his and her cloak. What was it she said when they were in council a few days ago? “Kousei is not here, he went foraging for some blood ritual of some sort”, she said it with an inexplicable frown. She was the one who said we should just go without, that time is of the essence, I wish she was not with me, this is dangerous for her. “She is not the type that could handle a lot of melee attacks, even the lightest slice triggers grunts of pain out of her and she hides behind me” he thought with fondness in his eyes. He took his kit out and started fletching; this process has become a ritual that made him settle and revived all his senses. “If we are going into the lion’s den, then I should have as many of these as possible” he thought. “Why did she insist on coming with me? She knows it could be a one way trip.” He was still thinking of the reason why she insisted on wielding mostly the powers of Ice or Fire, they had so many arguments about that, and yet he knew that she was empowered by those elements, and that the earth element was not her first choice, yet he regretted it. “Things would have been different…” his thought was interrupted by the sound of the anchor being cast.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and stood up quickly, her veins seemed to pump ice blood throughout her body and her long limbs looked like they were carved out of marble. “Let’s use quickness in the commotion”. She quickly leapt out of the cargo hold as if she had wings on her heels. More angry voices were coming from the deck but not near where they were going to bolt out, everyone was busy with the discovery of the escape.
As they got to the deck, it looked like dusk, but Wil knew it was not dusk. “By the power of Melandru, the gods are helping us maybe we will get more aid.” Gaile paused one more time to cast a wind spell, and Wil paused with her. They made their escape without alarm, but now, they had to find a way to get close enough to Dorian and finish the job. They reached another hiding place to get their disguises on, and then mingled with the white mantle awaiting their next opportunity.
