[Legendary] The Chosen's Legacy! ...Nevermind.

All right, revised this to address certain... erm... inconsistencies. Yes, that's the word.

For reference, Proudfoot is the charr you see in the pictures, and Sharkey is the handsome charr you see in about half the other styles that I do. Kay, story go!

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Proudfoot: All right, troops! Our mission is complete, all that's left is to divvy up the spoils of war!

Sharkey: Dibs on the shield!

Proudfoot: Now now, Sharkey, I think we should be a little cautious about that shield. After all, it's an ancient artifact of power! Who knows what untold magical traps and curses it holds?

Sharkey: It's okay, I'm a mesmer! I've got this!

Proudfoot: ...yes, well I still think we should still take it to an appraiser back at the base, to be sure. I'll just take it and the icy dragon sword over there, and-

*fzrap*

BWAHAHAHAHA, FINALLY!

After centuries of solitude, I, THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES, have been awakened once again! Oh, but this won't be like the first time, no, not at all! Now, it's time for me to enact my VENGEANCE against all those who slighted me! And I'll start with those horrible charr!

Sharkey: Yay, that's me!

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: Wait, you're a charr? WAIT! I'm a charr!?

Sharkey: Well sure, there's lots of us! We're actually doing pretty well right now, what with the wholesale reclamation of large tracts of Ascalon, the expansion of our vast empire, the ongoing peace treaties with the humans to further establish our rightful claim to Ascalon...

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: IMPOSSIBLE! How could humanity have left the charr empire to expand unchecked? I KILLED THEIR GODS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

Sharkey: Actually, my revisionist history primus taught me that it was us charr that killed our gods, and certainly not any humans. With our engines of destruction, baby!

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: That's ridiculous, it was totally me!

Sharkey: Nope. With our engines-

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: STOP THAT! Wait... this armor! WHERE IS MY BEAUTIFUL OBSIDIAN ARMOR!?

Sharkey: Hey! I'll have you know that first off, that armor he's... uh... you're wearing is a precious antique, re-envisioned by the wonderful tailors of the Black Lion Trading Company and commissioned by yours truly! Second off, what is this obsidian armor and how can I have it right now please all right thanks?

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: No, never! It's mine, and mine alone! I've spent countless hours battling the armies of the Underworld for over a hundred globs of ectoplasm-

Sharkey: Over a hundred globs? Oh no!

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: Yes, over a hundred globs! It took a lot of hard work and effort!

Sharkey: Yeah I'm sure so anyways this armor, it has a tail flap on it, right? I hate having to cut those out myself, I always flub it so it looks like my tail is chopped off the back.

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: IT WAS FORGED BY THE ETERNAL FORGEMASTER IN THE FISSURE OF WOE! You do NOT puncture tail holes in his prestigious designs!

Sharkey: Well, I guess that's gonna be a problem for you now, isn't it! Anyways, is it here in the ruins? Is it behind this... I don't know what this is.

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: DON'T TOUCH THAT! That artifact is my legacy for all mankind, after discovering the possible return of the elder dragons! Once properly activated, it will make all of the elder dragons go back to sleep and restore the balance of magic to-

*crackaBOOM*

Sharkey: Oops.

THE HERO OF THE FLAMESEEKER PROPHECIES: THAT DOES IT! Y'know what!? Forget it! I'm going back to the mists, I'm calling up Mhenlo and Thorn, and we're gonna watch Heroes' Ascent Replays. Later, losers!

*fwoop*

Sharkey: Huh, that was weird. You all right, Proudfoot? Looks like you got possessed there for a bit.

Proudfoot: Take it.

Sharkey: Wait, what?

Proudfoot: Take the shield! Take it! You know what? Take the sword too! Take ALL of the artifacts. All yours!

Sharkey: Oh! Okay, thanks?? But what about-

Proudfoot: Forget it, I'm fine. We're fine! It'll look better on you, or something. Why's that thing smoking behind you?

Sharkey: Uhhh it's nothing! Nothing at all. All right, let's go!