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((original complete November 2015))

THIS was an undertaking! But oh so much fun. It's a month long collab with my long lost twin, UnseenChaos . Though a strong 80/20 in his favour. He did the sketch, lineart, flats, background, ice effect and redrew the shackles (mine were awful lol). Where as I did allllll of the light effects, shading, textures etc.

It's of our GuildWars2, Necromancers- Kyoujin (♀) and Valeyn (♂). seen here.

The entire scene spawned from a(n unfinished) text roleplay of these 2 characters being introduced! Enjoy.

The air was pungent and sticky, even more so than usual for this area. Steam rose high into the
night sky and blotted out the stars above. Godslost Swamp was brimming with dangerous
creatures swimming just below the surface of the murky waters. The native insects and other
amphibious animals chirped away, as if part of a swampy lullaby.
Despite all of this, Kyoujin would find this place to be the ideal grounds for her meditation
regimen. Grenth's influence was at a surplus here, and the mystic ruins that lie at the depths of
the murky waters seemed to stir up memories of a time that came before hers. Vivid flashes of
the temple, still standing and mostly untouched by the elements, while heroes gathered at the
entrance. This distant connection allowed her skills as a Necromancer to flourish. Spells and
summonings were almost effortless to cast and maintain. She felt home.
She had perched herself on the branches of a Cypress tree, though hugging close to the trunk
to keep just out of sight. Her view of the swamp was extraordinary, but she kept her main focus
near the submerged statue of Grenth. Kyoujin relaxed as she took in all of the familiar sights,
sounds and smells. Eventually, however, something would seem out of place. The sound of
splashing in the water somewhere below her. Not the sound of a four-legged
beast, but the familiar pattern of footfalls told her it was bipedal. Whatever it may be.
She snapped to attention at the recognition; at the ready to face this intruder should she have
to. She inched away from the trunk to attempt to get a better look as the disturbance drew
closer. She hugged close to the branches; not so much for stealthy reasons. Her own body,
laced with a bright teal glow, would betray any attempts at stealth. It offered her peace of mind,
at the least. Still drawing closer, the sounds were now accompanied by a unique scent. The
smell of Chai spices and something close to that of a fresh campfire. Very out of place
considering her wet surroundings.
Finally, she caught sight of the intruder. There it was...there he was. A unique male Sylvari. She
took in his exposed features as he continued along the muddy grounds below, unaware that he
was now being watched. He casually scouted his surroundings as he traversed the shallow
muk; using his staff as a sort of walking stick. The water rippled with each mushy step he took.
“What are you looking for?” Kyoujin whispered to herself, but with mild intent to direct at him.
Not a second passed before the intruder whipped his gaze toward her. His staff raised, no
longer as a walking stick, but as a weapon. His free hand now beginning to glow faintly as he
mustered up an offensive stance. Kyoujin gasped at his sudden movement, almost choking
herself on her own breath. Slightly embarrassed and slightly withdrawn, “Hello…?” she weakly
called out.
…
Valeyn had wandered Godslost Swamp a handful of times by now, hoping that he would find
the source of the nightmare that had slithered its way into his mind. “I know it's here. It has to
be.” he thought to himself as he explored the swamps edges. For whatever reason, it seemed
the mental turmoil that plagued him from time to time would cease during his visits to this place.
Peace of mind was far and few between and it was welcomed, but it wouldn't last long this night.
His self distraction was interrupted by this whisper from nearby. A bit too nearby. His reflexes
dictated that he take up an offensive state of mind; he turned to face the source. He locked eyes
with it. With her. “Hello…?” she had called out to him.
Valeyn took a moment to take in her features; the glow of her skin was proof enough for identity.
Still locking eyes with her, he was now slightly puzzled as to how he didn't notice her there
before. “She's another Sylvari.” he thought. The eye contact was broken slightly as he outwardly
shook his head, putting his scrambled thoughts back into place. He had realized his position
and switched his stance to something a bit more relaxed. Though his staff stayed at the ready,
for worse case scenario. “I don't want any trouble. Who are you, and what are you doing up
there?” he finally asked her.
Shocked at his sudden change in demeanor, Kyoujin released the grip she held on the tree and
straightened herself, asserting any dominance she had for the moment. Even though she held
the higher ground, he could still pose a threat. “Who I am is irrelevant, considering you're the
one to take such an offensive action without probable cause.” she barked back at him, trying to
suppress any trembling in her words.
Anxiety motivated her actions, forcing her to leave the relative “safety” of the upper ground that
the tree provided. She deftly dropped down to soggy ground level and landed with a small
splash; her heels sinking into the dense muddy sediments. Upon righting her stance, she
summoned her crystalline axe- Frostfang. The heavy air around her became crisp and frosty.
The sounds of crackling ice escaped the dragon's maw with each breath the weapon took.
Kyoujin twirled her free wrist and pointed Frostfang at this intruder. “You invaded my personal
space; explain yourself first!” she demanded.
Valeyn listened to her speak, and couldn't help but notice a weakness in her first statement. He
didn't want to fight her, but the grip he held on his winged staff tightened as this potential threat
had now drawn and pointed Frostfang at him. He felt the cold, icy air enter his lungs with each
breath he took. Oddly enough, he liked it.
As she had finally joined him at ground level, he was granted a closer look at her. “You don't
look like the run-of-the-mill bandits that usually frequent this swamp.” he conferred. With the one
hand, Valeyn lifted his staff and plunged the end deep into the soggy ground, holding it upright.
He then took a few steps away and held his hands up in a slight surrender posture. Surely this
doesn't have to end with violence.
“I don't want to fight you, and I didn't intend to intrude.” he explained. “I had no idea this place
belonged to anyone else except the dead and the wildlife.” He renewed his eye contact with her.
“My name’s Valeyn. I traveled out here to be… alone.” He hesitated. Telling her the truth would
be crazy, she'd never believe a word of it. He paused, then a smirk crossed his face. “...Though
I guess that's not the case right now, is it?”
In the moment that this stranger proposed his neutrality and had provided an introduction of
sorts, Kyoujin cast a low-tier Bone Minion summoning as a defensive reflex. As Valeyn stepped
away from his staff with his surrender, she locked eyes with him, turned her right hand into a fist,
then proceeded to pull her first in an upward motion; some invisible force causing a bit of
resistance. A small, headless and fleshy Scorpion Minion breached the surface of the muddy
water shortly after. Utilizing the beasts only purpose, Kyoujin called forth a set of spirit shackles.
They laced around Valeyn's exposed wrists,locking his arms in place.
With Valeyn unable to retaliate, Kyoujin's confidence returned. She advanced toward him. She
watched the bewilderment creep across Valeyns face as the ghostly shackles wrapped around
his wrists, carrying the weight and racket of true steel. Being mere inches away from him before
she stopped her advance, his scent was almost overwhelming. They locked eyes as the swamp
fell silent. Time seemed to come to a halt. Their bodies still glowing under the cover of night,
though Valeyn's had dimmed considerably.
“Why not take my chances?” Kyoujin pondered. “I've never had the exposure, and such a ripe
opportunity.” She passively raised her free hand to his face, delighted in the fact that there was
an absence of any evidence of scarring or blemishes. Tenderly, she made contact with his
cheek. One finger at a time. Her icy fingers began to freeze the moisture on his face. Crystalline
dust arced between the etches of his barky skin. The contact quickly became too overbearing
for her, however. Her hand began to ache from the subzero
feeling. She had to withdraw.
“
A Necromancer! But” his mind raced and he lost track of thought. Valeyn was helpless. Not
only because of the ghostly shackles that now clung heavily around his wrists, but also because
of the sheer shock of the situation he was now in.
He flinched as Kyoujin brought her frosty hand toward his face; quickly closing his eyes as he
anticipated a strike. The unease was brief, however, when he felt her icy fingers gently graze his
face. He opened one eye and watched as she made contact. He didn't realize that he had been
holding his breath since the Minion had been spawned; he inhaled. The cold air once again
filling his lungs. “Mint?” he internally exclaimed. Her scent now overpowering that of the swampy
surroundings. The other eye opened… and he exhaled…
No longer worried of an attack, Valeyn was now unsure how to deal with this unexpected
predicament. After his own self-exile,he didn't let anyone get this close. But something was
different about this one, he thought… he sensed it. But what?
“Bold” He finally said, almost awkwardly as he didn't intend to speak the word aloud. His eyes
widened; eyebrows raised as he returned to a more normal frame of mind. And with little
hesitation, his wide-eyed stare turned into a smirk once again. “I suppose it's best we break the
ice early then?” he casually implied; with a slight tilt of the head and a shrug of his shoulders.
His pun did indeed break the ice. Kyoujin could no longer hold her fortitude. She cracked a
smile. She dispelled Frostfang and it's physical form slithered back into her left arm.
Spontaneously, but not intending to use force, she placed each of her hands on the sides of
Valeyn's face, slightly squishing his cheeks together; her icy palms crackling against his skin.
She then let go, almost too hastily, causing her to nearly trip on her dress. A quick gasp
escaped her lips before she quickly leaned forward, trying to retain equilibrium. She placed her
palms on the top of her thighs for support and began to laugh.
This break in her concentration caused enough mental instability to undo the summoning. The
Bone Minion dissolved back into the waters as a frothy, putrid, liquid puddle; which caused the
shackles on Valeyn's wrists to dissipate. Despite her outward positive appearance, Kyoujin
couldn't help but feel a bit of unease, even slight panic. Never before has her magic, alongside
the act of touching another, caused what seemed like physical pain. To top that off, Valeyn
hardly seemed bothered by it; even when the ice pulsed over the sensitive luminescent skin.
“I can't let him out of my grasp,” she mused after regaining her composure. She
absentmindedly adjusted her earrings and glanced at Valeyn. “My name is Kyoujin.
Jadebloom .” she cooed.“

Hah! It worked! She’s not going to kill me after” Valeyn's internal triumph was cut short as
Kyoujin squeezed his barky cheeks.Before he could get a word out, he was cut short as he
witnessed this elegantly dressed Femme Fatale stumble on her own garment!
The atmosphere changed on a dime; Kyoujins laughter was, of course, contagious. At first, he
tried to retain his posture, but it didn't take long for him to fail. An outward snort at first, shortly
followed by laughter.
His laugh trailed off into a deep sigh. The smile, however, remained etched on his stillcold
cheeks. His cool, blue eyes met her gaze as she regained herself. “It's been my pleasure to
meet you, Kyoujin.” With his hands now free from the Minions shackles, Valeyn absentmindedly
began to reach an arm out to his side in a sad, hopeless attempt to reclaim his staff. He
underestimated how far he had left it. At this point he was swatting invisible flies, all while tilting
his upper body to try and get a better reach… Despite all of this, he didn't turn away or take his
eyes off of her. Curiosity? Trying to show off? He didn't even know.
After a couple more fails of his arm, he gave up. His arm fell to his side in defeat as he pulled
one stuck foot out of the mud after the other; he turned and uneasily walked toward his weapon,
finally retrieving it. He let out a crushed sigh before regaining his dignity. “So,” he finally broke
the awkward silence as he slung his staff behind him, “as this is your swamp; you've spent a lot
of time here, correct…?”

Description
((original complete November 2015))

THIS was an undertaking! But oh so much fun. It's a month long collab with my long lost twin, UnseenChaos . Though a strong 80/20 in his favour. He did the sketch, lineart, flats, background, ice effect and redrew the shackles (mine were awful lol). Where as I did allllll of the light effects, shading, textures etc.

It's of our GuildWars2, Necromancers- Kyoujin (♀) and Valeyn (♂). seen here.

The entire scene spawned from a(n unfinished) text roleplay of these 2 characters being introduced! Enjoy.

The air was pungent and sticky, even more so than usual for this area. Steam rose high into the
night sky and blotted out the stars above. Godslost Swamp was brimming with dangerous
creatures swimming just below the surface of the murky waters. The native insects and other
amphibious animals chirped away, as if part of a swampy lullaby.
Despite all of this, Kyoujin would find this place to be the ideal grounds for her meditation
regimen. Grenth's influence was at a surplus here, and the mystic ruins that lie at the depths of
the murky waters seemed to stir up memories of a time that came before hers. Vivid flashes of
the temple, still standing and mostly untouched by the elements, while heroes gathered at the
entrance. This distant connection allowed her skills as a Necromancer to flourish. Spells and
summonings were almost effortless to cast and maintain. She felt home.
She had perched herself on the branches of a Cypress tree, though hugging close to the trunk
to keep just out of sight. Her view of the swamp was extraordinary, but she kept her main focus
near the submerged statue of Grenth. Kyoujin relaxed as she took in all of the familiar sights,
sounds and smells. Eventually, however, something would seem out of place. The sound of
splashing in the water somewhere below her. Not the sound of a four-legged
beast, but the familiar pattern of footfalls told her it was bipedal. Whatever it may be.
She snapped to attention at the recognition; at the ready to face this intruder should she have
to. She inched away from the trunk to attempt to get a better look as the disturbance drew
closer. She hugged close to the branches; not so much for stealthy reasons. Her own body,
laced with a bright teal glow, would betray any attempts at stealth. It offered her peace of mind,
at the least. Still drawing closer, the sounds were now accompanied by a unique scent. The
smell of Chai spices and something close to that of a fresh campfire. Very out of place
considering her wet surroundings.
Finally, she caught sight of the intruder. There it was...there he was. A unique male Sylvari. She
took in his exposed features as he continued along the muddy grounds below, unaware that he
was now being watched. He casually scouted his surroundings as he traversed the shallow
muk; using his staff as a sort of walking stick. The water rippled with each mushy step he took.
“What are you looking for?” Kyoujin whispered to herself, but with mild intent to direct at him.
Not a second passed before the intruder whipped his gaze toward her. His staff raised, no
longer as a walking stick, but as a weapon. His free hand now beginning to glow faintly as he
mustered up an offensive stance. Kyoujin gasped at his sudden movement, almost choking
herself on her own breath. Slightly embarrassed and slightly withdrawn, “Hello…?” she weakly
called out.
…
Valeyn had wandered Godslost Swamp a handful of times by now, hoping that he would find
the source of the nightmare that had slithered its way into his mind. “I know it's here. It has to
be.” he thought to himself as he explored the swamps edges. For whatever reason, it seemed
the mental turmoil that plagued him from time to time would cease during his visits to this place.
Peace of mind was far and few between and it was welcomed, but it wouldn't last long this night.
His self distraction was interrupted by this whisper from nearby. A bit too nearby. His reflexes
dictated that he take up an offensive state of mind; he turned to face the source. He locked eyes
with it. With her. “Hello…?” she had called out to him.
Valeyn took a moment to take in her features; the glow of her skin was proof enough for identity.
Still locking eyes with her, he was now slightly puzzled as to how he didn't notice her there
before. “She's another Sylvari.” he thought. The eye contact was broken slightly as he outwardly
shook his head, putting his scrambled thoughts back into place. He had realized his position
and switched his stance to something a bit more relaxed. Though his staff stayed at the ready,
for worse case scenario. “I don't want any trouble. Who are you, and what are you doing up
there?” he finally asked her.
Shocked at his sudden change in demeanor, Kyoujin released the grip she held on the tree and
straightened herself, asserting any dominance she had for the moment. Even though she held
the higher ground, he could still pose a threat. “Who I am is irrelevant, considering you're the
one to take such an offensive action without probable cause.” she barked back at him, trying to
suppress any trembling in her words.
Anxiety motivated her actions, forcing her to leave the relative “safety” of the upper ground that
the tree provided. She deftly dropped down to soggy ground level and landed with a small
splash; her heels sinking into the dense muddy sediments. Upon righting her stance, she
summoned her crystalline axe- Frostfang. The heavy air around her became crisp and frosty.
The sounds of crackling ice escaped the dragon's maw with each breath the weapon took.
Kyoujin twirled her free wrist and pointed Frostfang at this intruder. “You invaded my personal
space; explain yourself first!” she demanded.
Valeyn listened to her speak, and couldn't help but notice a weakness in her first statement. He
didn't want to fight her, but the grip he held on his winged staff tightened as this potential threat
had now drawn and pointed Frostfang at him. He felt the cold, icy air enter his lungs with each
breath he took. Oddly enough, he liked it.
As she had finally joined him at ground level, he was granted a closer look at her. “You don't
look like the run-of-the-mill bandits that usually frequent this swamp.” he conferred. With the one
hand, Valeyn lifted his staff and plunged the end deep into the soggy ground, holding it upright.
He then took a few steps away and held his hands up in a slight surrender posture. Surely this
doesn't have to end with violence.
“I don't want to fight you, and I didn't intend to intrude.” he explained. “I had no idea this place
belonged to anyone else except the dead and the wildlife.” He renewed his eye contact with her.
“My name’s Valeyn. I traveled out here to be… alone.” He hesitated. Telling her the truth would
be crazy, she'd never believe a word of it. He paused, then a smirk crossed his face. “...Though
I guess that's not the case right now, is it?”
In the moment that this stranger proposed his neutrality and had provided an introduction of
sorts, Kyoujin cast a low-tier Bone Minion summoning as a defensive reflex. As Valeyn stepped
away from his staff with his surrender, she locked eyes with him, turned her right hand into a fist,
then proceeded to pull her first in an upward motion; some invisible force causing a bit of
resistance. A small, headless and fleshy Scorpion Minion breached the surface of the muddy
water shortly after. Utilizing the beasts only purpose, Kyoujin called forth a set of spirit shackles.
They laced around Valeyn's exposed wrists,locking his arms in place.
With Valeyn unable to retaliate, Kyoujin's confidence returned. She advanced toward him. She
watched the bewilderment creep across Valeyns face as the ghostly shackles wrapped around
his wrists, carrying the weight and racket of true steel. Being mere inches away from him before
she stopped her advance, his scent was almost overwhelming. They locked eyes as the swamp
fell silent. Time seemed to come to a halt. Their bodies still glowing under the cover of night,
though Valeyn's had dimmed considerably.
“Why not take my chances?” Kyoujin pondered. “I've never had the exposure, and such a ripe
opportunity.” She passively raised her free hand to his face, delighted in the fact that there was
an absence of any evidence of scarring or blemishes. Tenderly, she made contact with his
cheek. One finger at a time. Her icy fingers began to freeze the moisture on his face. Crystalline
dust arced between the etches of his barky skin. The contact quickly became too overbearing
for her, however. Her hand began to ache from the subzero
feeling. She had to withdraw.
“
A Necromancer! But” his mind raced and he lost track of thought. Valeyn was helpless. Not
only because of the ghostly shackles that now clung heavily around his wrists, but also because
of the sheer shock of the situation he was now in.
He flinched as Kyoujin brought her frosty hand toward his face; quickly closing his eyes as he
anticipated a strike. The unease was brief, however, when he felt her icy fingers gently graze his
face. He opened one eye and watched as she made contact. He didn't realize that he had been
holding his breath since the Minion had been spawned; he inhaled. The cold air once again
filling his lungs. “Mint?” he internally exclaimed. Her scent now overpowering that of the swampy
surroundings. The other eye opened… and he exhaled…
No longer worried of an attack, Valeyn was now unsure how to deal with this unexpected
predicament. After his own self-exile,he didn't let anyone get this close. But something was
different about this one, he thought… he sensed it. But what?
“Bold” He finally said, almost awkwardly as he didn't intend to speak the word aloud. His eyes
widened; eyebrows raised as he returned to a more normal frame of mind. And with little
hesitation, his wide-eyed stare turned into a smirk once again. “I suppose it's best we break the
ice early then?” he casually implied; with a slight tilt of the head and a shrug of his shoulders.
His pun did indeed break the ice. Kyoujin could no longer hold her fortitude. She cracked a
smile. She dispelled Frostfang and it's physical form slithered back into her left arm.
Spontaneously, but not intending to use force, she placed each of her hands on the sides of
Valeyn's face, slightly squishing his cheeks together; her icy palms crackling against his skin.
She then let go, almost too hastily, causing her to nearly trip on her dress. A quick gasp
escaped her lips before she quickly leaned forward, trying to retain equilibrium. She placed her
palms on the top of her thighs for support and began to laugh.
This break in her concentration caused enough mental instability to undo the summoning. The
Bone Minion dissolved back into the waters as a frothy, putrid, liquid puddle; which caused the
shackles on Valeyn's wrists to dissipate. Despite her outward positive appearance, Kyoujin
couldn't help but feel a bit of unease, even slight panic. Never before has her magic, alongside
the act of touching another, caused what seemed like physical pain. To top that off, Valeyn
hardly seemed bothered by it; even when the ice pulsed over the sensitive luminescent skin.
“I can't let him out of my grasp,” she mused after regaining her composure. She
absentmindedly adjusted her earrings and glanced at Valeyn. “My name is Kyoujin.
Jadebloom .” she cooed.“

Hah! It worked! She’s not going to kill me after” Valeyn's internal triumph was cut short as
Kyoujin squeezed his barky cheeks.Before he could get a word out, he was cut short as he
witnessed this elegantly dressed Femme Fatale stumble on her own garment!
The atmosphere changed on a dime; Kyoujins laughter was, of course, contagious. At first, he
tried to retain his posture, but it didn't take long for him to fail. An outward snort at first, shortly
followed by laughter.
His laugh trailed off into a deep sigh. The smile, however, remained etched on his stillcold
cheeks. His cool, blue eyes met her gaze as she regained herself. “It's been my pleasure to
meet you, Kyoujin.” With his hands now free from the Minions shackles, Valeyn absentmindedly
began to reach an arm out to his side in a sad, hopeless attempt to reclaim his staff. He
underestimated how far he had left it. At this point he was swatting invisible flies, all while tilting
his upper body to try and get a better reach… Despite all of this, he didn't turn away or take his
eyes off of her. Curiosity? Trying to show off? He didn't even know.
After a couple more fails of his arm, he gave up. His arm fell to his side in defeat as he pulled
one stuck foot out of the mud after the other; he turned and uneasily walked toward his weapon,
finally retrieving it. He let out a crushed sigh before regaining his dignity. “So,” he finally broke
the awkward silence as he slung his staff behind him, “as this is your swamp; you've spent a lot
of time here, correct…?”