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Podcast (in german):
http://abschaltimpuls.fesra.com or on iTunes: Abschaltimpuls
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LoreSpecial: Humans
In this TowerTalk episode I’m talking to Lore and Continuity Designer Ree Soesbee about humans and their lore. Humans have a rich history with dubious gifts - like the one from Abaddon -, Gods, who come and go, lost wars and conflicts at every corner. Humanity is certainly at a lowpoint in Guild Wars 2. But someone should tell the Asura:There’s life in the old dog yet.
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EU-FanDay Special
Im heutigen TowerTalk Special dreht sich alles um die wichtigen Fragen des Guild Wars 2 FanDay in Brighton. Was ist mit 4thVarietys Frisur passiert, warum musste er nach 45 Minuten GW2 sich fast übergeben, welche Farbe hat der Hotelteppich und was passierte sonst so in Brighton? Wir sprechen auch über Guild Wars 2. Zwar unterlag die Veranstaltung einer strikten NDA, aber trotzdem haben wir eine Methode gefunden die neuesten GW2-Infos aus England zu besorgen. Außerdem gibt es genug GamesCom Erlebnisse als Rückgriff und die Aussicht auf weitere Pressevideos die alles zeigen dürfen, worüber wir noch fürstlich schweigen. Im Podcast wird ein Video erwähnt und zwar das hier, die Homepage des italienischen Restaurants findet Ihr hier, sowie das versprochene Bild der Loot. Viel Spass beim Hören.
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Martin Kerstein zur neuen Community-Strategie von Guild Wars 2
Nachdem Cmd. Martin Kerstein mit seinem Blogpost zur Neuausrichtung der Community Strategie für einigen Wirbel gesorgt hatte und das Thema “offizielle Foren” heiss diskutiert wurde, hat sich al’Ellisande des Themas angenommen und mit Martin dazu ein Interview geführt (wobei die beiden fast an der simultane Nutzung verschiedener Kommunikationskanäle und der Sommerzeit gescheitert wären). Martin erläutert, dass er das GW-Community Management als Hub sieht, der Communities zusammen bringen soll. Ob nun alles nur ein Sturm im Wasserglas war, müsst ihr selbst beurteilen.
Also viel Spass beim Hören!
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Wintermonde: Von Göttern und Schneidern →
Die Pranke des Charrs landete krachend auf dem Tisch, so dass Marston einen Moment lag befürchtete, der Tische würde zerbersten. Aber es blieb nur bei einem Wackeln, aufgrund dessen er sich allerdings Rotwein über seine Hose schüttet. Gedankenverloren betrachtet Marston den Fleck, der sich auf…
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Here is the next episode of the TowerTalk LoreSpecial
Exploring the genius of the Asura
This time Jeff Grubb has equipped himself with ArenaNet’s wiki to answer all my questions. We talk about the asuran equivalent of ‘Ocean’s 11’, clearify their attitude towards the Skritt and talk about XXXL business cards. I find out, why the Asura haven’t taken over the world leadership (yet?^^) and incidently I found out something about Jeff, even Regina Buenaobra didn’t know.
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Wintermonde: Vilandra al'Ellisande →
Vilandra al’Ellisande presste ihre Fingerspitzen gegen ihre schmerzenden Schläfen. Hier, im Schutz ihres Hauses, konnte sie sich gehen lassen. Nur aufgrund ihrer Erziehung war sie heute in der Lage gewesen den Abend mit Anstand und Würde hinter sich zu bringen. Dabei hatte sie sich so sehr auf den…
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Zum Schuppenden Skal
Oosquai war genau das: ein Saufkumpan. Er passte perfekt in Martons Pläne und deswegen hatte er ihn ausgesucht. Ein Charr, desillusioniert vom Krieg, ein alter Soldat, müde jetzt, der seine Gefühle in jeglichem Alkohol ertränkte, dessen er habhaft werden konnte. Marston beobachtete die Leute in der kleinen Taverne, die sie für ihre Saufgelage nutzen, unter halbgeschlossenen Augenlidern. „Zum schuppenden Skal“ war eine kleine, aber respektable Taverne, die von einfachen Leuten geführt wurde und wo Bauern und Dorfbewohner ihr wohlverdientes Feierabendmet tranken.
Als er und Oosquai den Schuppenden Skal zum ersten Mal besuchen hatte, hätten sie fast einen Aufruhr verursacht, aber mittlerweile waren die Leute an den alten Charr mit seinen silbrigen Strähnen im Fell und den jungen dunkelhaarigen, gutaussehenden Mann gewöhnt. Marston entstammte ganz offensichtlich der Aristokratie Destiny Reachs‘, obwohl sein Verhalten nicht unbedingt vornehm zu nennen war. Seine Kleidung aus feinstem Stoff verriet ihn. Doch obwohl seine Anzüge immer hervorragend saßen und die Handschrift eines Meisterschneiders trugen, wirkten sie immer zerknittert, irgendwie, als hätte er drin geschlafen. Die dunklen Farben seiner Kleidung passten zu seiner dunklen Erscheinung, die vielleicht einschüchternd gewirkt hätte, wären da nicht seine fahrigen Bewegungen und seine anmaßende Art gewesen wären.
Marston lümmelte sich in seinem Stuhl. Er war sehr zufrieden mit sich und dem Verlauf des Tages. Es hätte gar nicht besser sein können. Früher am Abend hatte er an einem Ball zu Ehren Königin Jennas teilgenommen. Dort hatte er es zu einem Eklat kommen lassen, in dem er äußerte, dass er lieber etwas Anständiges zu trinken wolle und zwar in einer ehrenwerten Gesellschaft. Seine Cousine Vilandra al’Ellisande hatte ihr Bestes gegeben, um ihn wieder zu Sinnen zu bringen, aber sie besaß nun mal einfach nicht das Durchsetzungsvermögen ihrer Vorfahren und deswegen hatte er den Ball verlassen, um mit Oosquai im Schuppenden Skal einzukehren.
Nun saß er hier, noch eleganter gekleidet als üblich und dieses Mal sogar ganz ohne Knitterfalten und lauschte Oosquais Ausführungen, während er seinen Becher an die Lippen führte. Die Ringe an seinen Fingern glitzerten im warmen Kerzenschein als er den Becher wieder absetzte und sich den Mund abwischte. Eine schnelle Bewegung hinter der Theke erhaschte kurz seine Aufmerksamkeit. Offensichtlich die Tochter des Wirts, die irgendeiner Beschäftigung nachging. Marston beachtete sie nicht weiter.Translation will follow.
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I did the first interview for the Lore series of the TowerTalk with Jeff Grubb about the Norn. It starts with a german introduction, but the interview is in english.
Rubbing shoulders with the Norn
Tower Talk starts the new year with a special Lore series - the culture of the playable races is at it’s center.
The first race we put under the magnifying glass, are the norn. al’Ellisande talks to Jeff Grubb, the Lore & Continuity Designer. The interview revolves around the traditions, the character, family ties, Jormag’s dentist and also if the Norn can become deppressed. -
Guild Wars 2 - Out of tradition
Personal Records of Marston de Morat
Growing up in a family with a strong Mesmer tradition means you’re used to all sorts of illusions, deception, swindle, betrayal and manipulations. You learn -even before you can walk - how to manipulate people. The older you become, the more cunning becomes your art. You learn how to master other people’s mind, how to pull their strings like a puppeteer. And you learn to put your concience aside to strike a deal with your enemy when it helps you to accomplish your mission. You learn to deal with the hurt look in the eyes of friends and people you care for, when they find out you’ve manipulated them in order to use them.
Mesmers are masters in creating cobwebs of illusions. We weave a pattern of different illusions to distrace, lead into wrong directions and simply confuse others. It all starts with a core illusion. Even after all this time the most effective one is the illusion of weakness. Well, I wouldn’t say I’m an especially weak person, but of course I’m not as strong as a warrior or a guardian. The point is to make others think you’re weak. If they think you’re weak, most of them will underestimate you. And with your enemy accepting the illusion of weakness you’ve done the first step to control his mind.
While women don’t have much of a problem to create the illusion of weakness - my famous ancestor Moiraine was perfect in selling the illusion that she was only interested in gowns and gossip - it’s much harder for a man. But a goblet of wine in one hand and a fancy dress help a lot. Make sure you never show your interest in a subject. Stick to superficial statements and when people are getting too close a decent insult keeps them at bay. When people start to call you a drunken bastard who ruins the credit of his family name, you’ve played the trick. -
Guild Wars: The forgotten scrolls - Part 8
Personal Records of Emarin al’Dai
In the context of Galad, Moiraine’s son, we found a description of the boy in Goren’s personal records, stating that “…he had his father’s eyes”. After the discovery of the birthnote started a long debate between my fellow researchers and me whether or not Goren knew Anjen Kajima. I strongly doubt that he did. We have proof that he was doing service in the Krytan army at Galad’s birth time, basically to establish a better connection with his parents (which failed at least with his father), while Moiraine stayed in Shing Jea. It seems that she stayed there for almost a year and they met afterwards and Goren picked up his old job as her mercenary.
While Moiraine was on her missions, her son was mostly with the al’Ellisandes, where he got a decent training in different combat techniques, but he must have spent quite some time with mesmers too, because he mastered the mesmers’ magic. The describtion and the pictures we’ve got from him show a strong-willed man, who must have had a very direct way to approach problems. Dark haired and olive skin like his mother, his eyes were deep blue, so we know at least that Anjen Kajim must have had blue eyes, since Moiraine’s have been green-brown. Galad’s features were very handsome, you could clearly see Moiraine in him.
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Goren stepped out of the tavern, where they had spent the night. Moiriane was ouside, waiting for something or someone, but he had no clue what it was. It has been over three years now that Goren had returned into her service. They had been on very dangerous missions and Goren feared that it won’t get any better in the near future. The rumors of Abaddon breaking his seals have been proven right and they were on the way north to the vortex.
A coach approached. Goren tensed and his hand touched his sword. Moiraine was standing far too close at the street for his taste, but she seemed to be relaxed. He had learned in the past years to tell when she was really relaxed and when she just acted to be relaxed. The coach stopped right in front of her, the door opened and a boy of maybe three years jumped out of it. Moiraine squatted down and opened her arms. The boy flung himself into her arms, shouting “Mummy!”
Goran froze. He numbly watched the scene that unfolded in front of him. Moiraine kissed and hugged the boy - her son obviously. A son. And Goren hadn’t even known of his existance. The bitter taste of disappointment was in his mouth. He turned and stalked back into the tavern, not really seeing anything.
Moiraine felt that Goren moved away from her. She stifled a sigh. This must be quiete a blow for him and Moiraine wasn’t sure how he would handle it. She hugged Galad for the last time and got up, to take his little hand and follow Goren inside. She smiled down at her son. Whenever she looked into his blue eyes, she could see Anjen and she thanked Lyssa for it. The love of her life would not only live on in her heart, but she could see him in their son. Galad had his father’s character, being very direct, very pragmatic. Just the opposite of what a mesmer would be. It always made Moiraine smile.
They got inside the tavern and Moiraine found Goren sitting on a chair. She approached him and looked at Galad. “Galad, I want you to meet a dear friend of mine. This is Goren.”, Moiraine looked at the warrior, who’s face didn’t betray his emotions. “Goren, this is my son Galad.” Galad let go of her hand and made a step towards Goren to offer him his hand. “It’s an honor meeting you”, he said politly while Goren got up and shook his hand.
Goren looked at this little boy, who looked so much like his mother. His eyes were intense and of a deep blue color. He took the boy’s hand and shook it. “The honor is all mine, Galad.” Goren had difficulties to keep his voice straight. The boy smiled at him and the smile was so overwhelming that Goren’s heart melt away like ice in the sunshine. He just couldn’t help it, but he liked the little boy.
When Galad ran off to play, Goren looked at Moiraine. His face was haggard. “Who is the father?” Moiraine looked straight at him, not avoiding his eyes. “This I cannot tell”, her voice was calm, but there was no doubt that it was useless to touch that topic ever again. Goren hesitated a moment and then asked the question that burned in his heart “Why didn’t you tell me you had a son? All these years?” His lips were pressed into a thin line of frustration and his eyes were dark with anger. “Damnit, Moiraine!” His hand hit the table. Moiraine didn’t even move a fraction, accepting his anger. “Because I needed to protect him.”
There. The answer was so easy, even logical. Goren understood her and maybe he would have done the same. After all the dangers they have been through, all the things they have shared, she was a mesmer after all. That was the bitter lesson he had learned today. Bloody mesmers, keeping secrets like no one else. Without a word he got up and turned away. He needed some time.
