Wish you were here — A SWL Anniversary Event
The Secret World is rich in mysteries, in layered lores and stories that cling to the back of your mind like a stubborn barnacle long after you think you’ve let them behind. And, like all stories worth telling, those tasty secrets hinge on the many, many, characters we meet along the way.
What if we showed them some love in return?
The event:
Write a post-card (from your Bee’s PoV) to your Bee’s favorite NPC. Where is it being sent from (screen captures encouraged but not obligatory)? Why that NPC? What does your Bee hold dear and close to their heart and wish to express via cardboard, water stains, and a flawless faith in the postal system circa “somewhere: the apocalypse”.
How to enter:
Maximum 500 words, minimum 50 words
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Post stories (and photographs if wanted) in the thread;
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Indicate which of your toons is signing the postcard! If they are signing with a variation of their names, please ensure the post includes their in-game nickname so I can find people.
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One entry per character, please! You really need to pick that Bee’s favorite.
The Prizes
This is a raffle. I love you all but I (Hermit) don’t have the bandwidth to give critics or judge on a anonymous rubrics. I will enter names into a name picking wheel.
The big prize bundle (winner takes all):
1x [Elaborate Glyph Imbuer]
1x [Resplendent Talisman Imbuer]
1x [Mk IV Weapon Imbuer]
1x [Talisman Anima Imbuer]
2nd and 3rd prizes (one per person)
1x [Cute Backpack Cosmetics]
Oo, I love writing exercises. Lemme try and tie a decade+ of mostly logging in for PVP to some over-dramatic lore.
IGN: xvOvOvx
My dearest, Kaoru,
I swore I wouldn’t write you again before visiting, and for this, I apologize. The weight of these cross-bearing masks has only ever been alleviated by your palms, and the photo I carry unto battlefields can hardly satisfy cravings. If the days of bloodshed in Fusang hadn’t lead me to quarters near you, I’d have found them too frivolous to sustain. With such, in the dream of your grasp alone, I am weak.
In my path to another chore, I’d spoken with a man so deluded his every word was made trustworthy. He’d said he met you, unwound, but couldn’t dare overlook your owner’s mark. In some ways, I envy him. Without memory of your whispers, my degeneracy would’ve degraded me into a mindless apathetic, the gaps in my certainty drowned by vice. And perhaps, like that deluded man, my lack of awareness would set me free. But I’m certain that freedom would’ve only lead me back to you, in a form too hollow to perceive your beauty.
I’ve been stationed in the snow as of late. I dare not feign concern for why. I pray you aren’t so silly as to hide yourself from further love on my behalf. Though I’m cursed with foolishness, I’m not naïve enough to insist you wait for a soldier, spirit-bound to endless conflict. And like you, I’m not so shallow I’d confuse the physicality of your work with our unspoken understandings. Sonnac, who may be the only respectable man who’s ever adorned the red crosses, has spoken to me of a love he’d held similar. Codes written by the demons which sculpt us would do nothing but deteriorate your glow.
However, when I’m inevitably taken from you forever, at the hands of a peer-in-strife, I relentlessly hope to taste that cold-wrapped warmth I’ve only ever felt in your embrace. And similarly, I hope my longing warms you.
Yours, eternally,
“ovo”
Dave screed
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Dave,
Wish you were here actually, no, you’d hate it. The Shadowy Forest smells like wood smoke, rotting mushrooms, and mild existential dread. I’ve been dodging revenants, trading uneasy glances with the romany sentries, and trying not to get dragged into whatever’s festering around Dimir’s farm. If you want conspiracy fuel, this place is a buffet. fowlskins
