I'm writing again to update log reflecting my personal observations. To be more descriptive about my situation, I had met with 3 individuals, all different races, and had offered up my time and assistance with their tasks, so long as I get to observe their actions and better understand them and their races.
The first few days after I'd met with the three individuals were simple. I'd taken leave from Rata Sum to follow a Human by the name of Dr Future in his travels around Queensdale. Queensdale consisted mainly of land that the Humans used for farming, and I've been here a few times before for my weather experiments. This time things were different with following Dr Future. Dr Future went around, assisting the farmers with their crops (since he's an elementalist) and occasionally defending against theives who would try to run off with crops.
I had also added my Sylvari friend (who's name I haven't gotten yet), who claimed that he had to follow his "dream", whatever that meant, by spying on the Nightmare Court. Needless to say I almost got stabbed by thorns and poisoned by angry walking plants.
But remarkably, these two instances are not of priority of my mind. Instead, I have gained insight into Charr life which has had a lot more... action, so to speak.
After my trek with the Human and Sylvari, I ventured to the Black Citadel to wait for my Charr guide to meet with me. As I walked around the Black Citadel, I took note of everything I witnessed. In this gear and sheet metal ridden city, organized lines of Armored Charr soldiers were marching to and fro, some heading to what I assume would be barracks, while others left through the gates. The Charr civilians had an aura of attitude about them, much like my people. Unlike my people though, a sense of aggressiveness and competition was strong in the Charr. Some Charr would give me an occasional glance and would either chuckle at my size, or growl impatiently, like I was some mouse they should've given chase to.
I almost lost myself in environment of hostile glances and smog, when the Charr individual (who's name I also haven't received) showed up. Actually, I found him sharpening his blades at a weapon smith shop. It didn't take long for him to acknowledge me directly, since he had been preoccupied, and when he was finished with his task, he simply started heading for the exit out of the Black Citadel, claiming that he had orders to go to the field and that I should come if I wanted to see what the Charr were good at.
Soon enough, we had made it to the outskirts of the Black Citadel, and had rendezvous with the Blood Legion Warband that my Charr companion was affiliated with. The Warband was preparing to defend against, or rather attack, a Flame Legion Assault Force that had assembled out near some Ascalon ruins. My companion himself was to lead a patrol into battle in a strategic maneuver to break up the Flame Legion from the flank. I had worried that the Warband might've thought that I would get in the way, but remarkably they all but chuckled about my presence and accepted the fact that I would be joining them in the battle.
They had seemed to be a lot friendlier than their counterparts in the city were. As the Warband marched on, there was an occasional talk of how the battle ahead was going to be. Bets were being made on who could down the most Flame Legion soldiers, and the like. But all of that chatter ceased with discipline rising as we crossed over into a misty haze-like stretch of land. We had arrived to our destination, and as if on time the mass of Flame Legion Soldiers had moved to where we were in an instant.
My Charr companion briefly led his squad out of the front and went back more to maneuver to the side of the attacking Flame Legion force, and I'd followed after. Gunshots went off, mortar rounds fired, and blades clashed. It sounded like a loud grunting match between giants, as roars and screams of anger, pain, and bloodlust could be heard. As the squad prepared to move in and strike, I could see where the battle lines were drawn. Blood red clashing with orange. It was a hair raising view of Charr combat.
[to be continued]
