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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
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Post by Aryllia Queensguard on Sept 11, 2017 0:18:39 GMT -5
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Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.
Aryllia was sure that Asthar would be successful in keeping Eleazar distracted, but as each of her allies moved in for attacks - they were suddenly interrupted by an intense magic - one that was overwhelming Aryllia to the brim with a thick and chaotic aura. It was suffocating her like a heavy cloud of smoke, making her gasp in reaction as each of the comrades were suddenly held in place by large, ancient spiritual beings as she could read.
A short being, evidently divine and hiding behind a facade came into view with a large draconic beast, before its voice reached each of their ears and introduced itself as the Goddess of Masks. She knew this was coming - the power she had been sensing within this city was nothing more than a corruption of divinity - one that had been harbored and locked away for centuries and had finally released itself to wreak havoc.
The woman had motioned over to the girl, slowly approaching her as she knelt down beside her and began to speak. Aryllia turned her head to avoid staring into the mask's ominous gaze, closing her own tightly as she attempted to block out the words, bracing for any pain that would follow.
"My, my, he did a number to you, girl. These are all your friends? That means they know the only reason you're relevant... You must hate living in big brother's shadow, don't you? You must love being relevant to him. You must MISS HEARING HIM SAY HE LOVES YOU!"
She took a deep breath, trying her hardest to ignore this. Her brother was gone - there was no reason to hang onto the past. Even then; she never felt this way while working alongside him. Her personality took a shift after he was gone.
But what did she mean when she said that Zelda and the Gerudo Witch finished their task..?
"Yet I've watched you, Aryllia. I heard you curse his name more than once. Let's test the limits of that love."
Her head was forcefully turned, a sudden shadow coming to view as a man was forced onto the floor, a glossy gaze of sheer terror over his face, covered by his messy blonde hair. Her heart suddenly sunk as her breathing began to overlap once more.
"N-no, no, stop it! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!" she screamed out, her voice cracking and dying out from the damage she had done to her throat, her words becoming dry and quiet as she let out small snivels in trauma.
Eleazar approached, suddenly given the chance to end this inevitable war once and for all, as he kicked around her brother and insulted him at his feet. And ultimately, he declined the offer to kill him, and Majora moved forward, revealing a true form - one of corruption.
She had gifted him something - and he was blessed with new power which Aryllia's sense could only describe as unearthly. It was divine and matched by no one - at least, no one right now.
They had to leave before they were all killed out of spite, but she found herself cloudy. Her focus had been deteriorated by a high pitched ringing that drowned out any conversation took place. She stared at the ground, unable to notice when Asthar approached her to escape.
Picked up by the King, the two of them began to leave the chamber hastily as Percy and Gael followed behind. She couldn't speak, left in a foggy, vegetative space as her mind brought back the images of her brother, and of the pain that Eleazar inflicted upon her. She flinched in response, the pain of her arm returning as she let out dry shudder.
"I'm so sorry," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse and weakened from her previous screaming. "We should left when we had the chance."
Post by Eleazar Velyris † on Sept 11, 2017 17:06:23 GMT -5
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I am the monster in your head
And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet
I am the venom in your skin
The goddess approached him, showing her true form before him, which appeared unearthly and chaotic - however it was beautiful to him all the same. The Goddess he worshiped was just as he expected; and as she stood before him, towering over as a finger traced down his cheek, he closed his eyes, listening to her words carefully.
"I suppose, dear Eleazar, that you expect a reward. And a reward you shall get. But it won't be the girl, or any of her friends... No, what I offer you is much more significant than petty kings and Sages. You desire power, to be a God, and I could give it to you. A god of chaos, immortal and powerful. People would look up to you, you would be adored, and feared. But as you are, you are not ready. No, not nearly."
His eyes opened once more, looking up to the Goddess in curiosity. His head tilted, brow raised, as he wondered to what it was she would do to instill such power within him. "I am willing to do what it takes to be ready," he responded carefully, a smile hiding behind his lips as his mind danced in excitement.
Her nail poked at the top of his chest, and her tone changed a bit. What was it that she was planning? The smile faded into a nervous gaze.
"You will be the god to replace Hylia, now that she is gone from this world. But for now, you will learn a valuable lesson all must face. Humility."
"Humility? I don't understand, how do I--"
As her hand firmly pressed into his chest, he felt a searing pain against the inside of his body, and he let out an enormous shriek. His legs shook, fighting to keep balance as the robes and flesh tore away - a scorched mask appearing between his pecs; two glowing eyes gazed out from it, and he breathed heavily, sweat permeating upon his body.
A mask appeared as the dragon roared, and Majora held it for a moment, before setting it upon the boy's head. He breathed exhaustively through it, his head running over it as he waited for some kind of magic to take hold.
"In time, the magic will come to you, when you earn it. Then you will be ready, my faithful servant. For now, this is over."
"Y-Yes. I shall... do my best," he sighed, before looking to the others. The Goddess had demanded for them to leave, and he carefully watched as they began to scuffle out of the room. Quite the pity - he could have had much more fun with them. But he closed his eyes, staying still and waited for them to no longer be in site.
A bigger war was brewing. And soon he will have to face the Hero.