Story Prologue: The Tyrian Alliance

Part of Prologue: The Tyrian Alliance in Janthir Wilds

1. Goal 1

   Active: Read the letter from Malice.

   Complete: Imperator Malice asked me to meet her in the Black Citadel. Thought things were going to quiet down after Nayos. Joke's on me. ***

2. Goal 2

   Active: Head to the Black Citadel to meet with Malice.

   Complete: While I was busy helping Zojja and the others in Amnytas, the rest of Tyria didn't slow down. It never does, and it probably never will; we're too stubborn. But some of Eparch's loyalists slipped right past the Astral Ward's defensives and attacked some of the Tyrian cities. Nothing too catastrophic from what I've gathered so far, but the Kryptis didn't go unnoticed like we'd hoped they would. They didn't know what the Kryptis were or what they wanted, but their presence rattled the rest of Tyria enough that action was taken. Or at least, the table was laid. Malice handed me my official invitation to the "Tyrian Alliance." Leaders started talking to other leaders—plans were put into motion. I don't know all the details yet but it seems to be a pretty admirable cause, if not a little optimistic. After everything we've endured, I guess the world finally decided to grieve together. Elder Dragons be damned, no one's going to let a couple demons take them out. The alliance's first summit is imminent, and even if a part of me is borderline skeptical of what this all means, I guess I'm headed to Lion's Arch to make my own call.