The smelter’s core will deep-fry anything or anyone who is unlucky enough to stumble into the flames.

No matter where we go, we always start by setting camp.

The darkest, deepest crevasse I’d ever seen in my travels. Drifting down to the bottom, only twisted, thorny vines greet the unlucky traveler.

The closer to war, the more important music becomes, it seems. Dance and song, keep the spirits up when everything else seems bleak.

High above the fray, the Wizards keep watch. Clouds parting show clear skies on the horizon. Given the history of the world, it brings false hope.

A room-size aquarium sits atop the hill in Divinity Reach. Sunlit beauty belies the strife that happens just above it in the rotunda, where the ministers argue over fate.

The Great Northern Wall once kept the charr from the human lands, but no more. Now it’s just a long way down.

The brand scar is eternal, wending its way across the land.

Few are more confrontational than the Charr. An uneasy truce keeps the three legions of Iron, Blood and Ash from attacking one another.

Tyria beckons and I must explore it all.

In the original Guild Wars, my greatest achievement was mapping the entire world: Legendary Cartographer.