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edited on Aug 10, 2019 11:30:03 GMT -5 by CAL SAGHA
Post by CAL SAGHA on Aug 10, 2019 11:27:50 GMT -5
The Hopeful exile
Being a city near and among the edge of large mountainsides, Horon city sprawled as though a wave, rising up and down with its many districts surrounding the large castle. The cobblestone streets were rampant with countless faces of all different races, ranging from excitable to dejected. One of these many dejected faces belonged to Cal, a Sheikah who sat on the wall of the stone bridge leading to the entrance of the royal castle. Sighing heavily, he brushed some of the platinum blonde strands of hair from his face as his red eyes pierced the castle over his shoulder. ”Stupid castle…why do people need appointments, anyway?” Couldn’t the ruler see they weren’t the only ones on a tight schedule, here?
Cal Sagha had brazenly waltzed up to the castle, expecting to be able to seek an audience with His Majesty, Asthar, King of Holodrum. The guards had quickly barred him entrance, demanding he provide them with the right ‘documentation’ to enter. Since when did someone need a piece of paper to speak with their King?! The whole idea seemed ridiculous. ”Guess it shouldn’t be surprising…” Hugging his knees to his chest on the side of the bridge, Cal sighed dejectedly. Even before his time, the locals of Horon City all knew that its rulers had never once cared for the ‘lower’ people.
Pocketing any coin they could for their own materialistic gain, the rulers of Horon City had been lining their own purses at the expense of their citizens for probably most of the 1,000 years it had been around. Suddenly, a fiery anger pierced through the Sheikah’s chest as he leaped from the side of the bridge, landing with almost no sound as his thin padded shoes touched down onto the cobblestone. Having already closed down the shop his mother and him used to run, Cal was preparing himself to leave this city of poverty, hoping to explore the other areas of the Holodrum Kingdom in order to find people that shared his cause.
Scratching behind one of his long pointed ears, Cal’s red eyes hung on the large radiant castle for a moment before he snorted, crossing his bandage wrapped arms across his chest. Why did I even think coming here was a good option? It was no secret that Asthar was not a friend to Hyrule Royalty, causing Cal to think he could appeal to his king, borrowing a small portion of guards or money in order to make his way to Hyrule Kingdom, where rumor of a certain order against the Crown was growing. Originally, Cal had thought he could convince his King to send Cal himself as an envoy for Horon City, striking up an alliance with the newfound ruler of Hyrule Kingdom against the Crown. It seemed none of these plots would bear fruit, though.
Reaching down beside him on the bridge, against the wall, was a large pack with a sleeping roll on the top. Picking up the pack and shouldering it, Cal shoved his calloused hands into his baggy pant pockets as he turned away from the castle. I’ll just need to find allies elsewhere… He knew the Zora in the Sunken City weren’t huge fans of the Crown, either, but getting all the way to Sunken City would be difficult on his own. Despite his yearning and readiness, Cal had never actually left Horon City, having never been through the rest of the Holodrum Kingdom. Rumor had it that the Holodrum Plains and the Woods of Winter were not the safest places to trek through, making Cal nervous to go it alone. Sighing once again, he looked down at the cobblestone ground as he walked, a look of hopelessness on his face.
It only lasted a brief moment. Cal bounced back quick from these sorts of things. Hm…y’know…if I go into the districts I live in, I might be able to find someone who shares my cause… The district in Horon City he had lived in with his mother was full of impoverished individuals, not just Sheikah, but many other races as well. Horon City was known for its rampant poverty, the class system pulling extremes in regards to citizens wealth. People seemed to either be living a life of luxury, or scraping from the bottom of the barrel. As a barrel scraper, Cal figured he’d have an easier time finding someone struggling in a similar position to him. With a new pep in his step, a wide grin erupted on the Sheikah’s face as he made his way away from the castle, further into the city.
There was a weight on his shoulders, one moving him forward. He knew it may not be easy to gather individuals around him, but he had to at least try before leaving the city.
The clanking of armoured footsteps echoed through the hallways as it marched on towards its destination. It wasn’t feverish as the matter was far from urgent, but its movements were quick enough to close the distance until finally the large doors leading into the throne room were opened.
“Don’t bother, he’s not here...”
The response was curt and cut off by the other male. The knight who wished to state his report could only find his posture weaken and slump for only a moment at the words of his fellow comrade. To hear that his king was gone from the castle was something that was normally supposed to instill fear but for the very limited selection, this was merely something that caused annoyance.
“Indeed...and just when I thought he had stopped his gallivanting ways...well...he should be back quick...”
“how’d the hell you let him go this time?”
“...he said bathroom...”
“...you’re a fool...”
A deep breath was taken as the fresh air welcomed his lungs. While it was true that work had been piling up far too much, the Holodronian king did his best to lighten the load. While sure he knew that the amount of work would rise back to its normal heavy load, the king at the very least chose to take a break. Breaks were something rare and difficult to claim and the times he could find those moments were always a pleasure. For him these breaks were always important to him. Though it was true he was quite a slacker, in the end these breaks were also moments that reminded him of things he should never forget. They were things that made him who he was and things that would decide how he ruled.
The streets were packed as usual, though he was quite glad that none really held any care to look at him. Of course, Asthar didn’t walk unconcealed in the broad daylight. His usual yellow cloak coated his body and the hood concealed his face. From it all one could really see was the male’s jaw and the faint red glow of his red eyes. In Holodrum this attire wasn’t something that seemed too suspicious. In a land where the exiled usually resided, a hooded man wasn’t really that strange, though the guards were always wary nonetheless.
A hand rested upon his chin, holding it in thought as the concealed king walked on. His eyes couldn’t help but close as he thought on about his main objective and a groan couldn’t help but escape his lips. “Seriously that old hag has to make things complicated...but by the goddesses, my mouth just waters upon thinking about that woman’s food...” Asthar could only grumble to himself. The old Sheikah hag was always a strict but kind one. She was an amazing baker and she always made the best of sweets for him, but she would never simply allow Asthar to have somebody else pick up his special request. And so Asthar walked on with a mouth almost drooling in the thought of food, his destination set as he walked through the city.
edited on Aug 11, 2019 0:34:02 GMT -5 by CAL SAGHA
Post by CAL SAGHA on Aug 11, 2019 0:30:16 GMT -5
operation 'try to recruit members without getting arrested' in action!
Within the many waves of buildings in Horon City, a small plaza teemed with individuals outside of a bustling culdesac of shops and stalls, where a small group was beginning to gather. ”AREN’T YOU TIRED, PEOPLE?!” A voice was erupting from the crowd, though unless one got closer they would not be able to see the rowdy Sheikah currently shouting to the masses, gathering the attention of (really, barely anyone stayed to listen for too long) a few. ”How many of us chose this city?! Probably none of you! I know you didn’t, Hirro!” Standing on top of a small crate, his pack resting beside it, Cal Sagha stood with a hand on his hips, pointing out at another Sheikah he had just addressed in the crowd.
The woman averted her gaze after looking around her as heads turned, turning to leave. ”No! Almost all of us are exiles! Marked as traitors! Tossed aside for the acts of our ancestors! We were never given a choice from the start! Since we were born, we were branded as a disgrace!” For a moment, a look of anger caused Cal’s face to twist. Those around that were passing seemed to halt, though only for a moment.
”LOOK AT US!” There was a newfound passion in his voice, carrying it further across the plaza as more turned their heads to see what the shouting was about. ”Even now, while the Hyrule Family is gone, we rot in a city that we can barely survive in! Isn’t it time we go back to the home that was ours to begin with?!” His red eyes darted around the square. The coast seemed clear. Despite the righteous fire that gave him courage, Cal was wary of the guards while acting out this stunt. The last thing he wanted was to get imprisoned before he ever got a chance to leave. Luckily, it seemed he held at least a few more people’s attention this time.
He had to hope his gamble would pay off. ”Hyrule is already ruled by a new leader! The Crown is gone! What keeps us here?!” For a moment, his hands clenched at his sides before his red eyes looked up towards the blue sky, dotted with clouds. Some of the stall attendants seemed fidgety. The attention was surely distracting from their business. I don’t have much time left—! Surely one would call for guards soon enough if he kept gathering attention. ”If you’re tired of living meager lives of scraping by, join me!” Shit. Did he sound too desperate? That wouldn’t do at all. Crap! I can’t think of failure now—! Shaking the fear off, Cal gave one last determined look at the few that seemed to still be listening.
”It’s easy to make yourself content with surviving—but don’t any of you want to live?” By the end of the mild speech, he was exhausted. Refusing to show it, Cal kept a determined look on his face as he waited to see if any would step forward. If not…I might really have to go at this alone— Though it was a nerve wracking thought, it was one he had considered as a possibility. One of the strangers in the crowd turned, walking away back to whatever destitute life they led. Holding his breath, Cal waited to see if anyone would speak up.
Even Hirro, the one familiar face he saw, had already departed. Overall, it was a little dampening to his hope.
Horon, home... not much different if she had anything to say about it, just another reminder of why she left a year ago. Unfortunate to say her time away was cut very short. True, death was something she dealt with almost everyday, her powers revolving around corpse and bones, but even she was smart enough to leave Hyrule before things went to crap.
Her first stop? the lower cities, she wondered if the orphans she grew up in was still there, the chances being quite high if the state of living around here hadn't changed. Drapped in a long black cloak, eyes covered with a strange shroud that only made her eyes visible Sky stalked down the streets, gazing upon the poppers wandering around.
"Some things just never get old", she doubted anyone could get used to this sort of sight, regardless of if they lived here or not. It was a state of live no one should have to be apart of. Sooner or late such a society would collapse, the wealthy unable to put food on their table once all the presents start to drop, no doubt blood feuds and wars breaking out due to dwindling supplies.
She was quite distracted in thought, pondering, that her eyes did not look forwards, only when it was too late did Sky see the threat. A man walking out from another street whom she was on a direct crash coarse for, her feet unable to halt in time. The sudden impact send her tumbling to the side, a firm 'oof' coming from her body upon landing face down, a small amount of dust flying up from her body."Great... just great".
Holodrum was a land with a past that was coated with dirt. There was never any pride that Asthar could hold in regards to it and even during his father’s rule there was nothing but anguish. Ever since his father’s death, Asthar worked towards cleaning Holodrum from the filth that was built from its dirty history. Those years had passed, but even so there was still much to be done. It meant lots of work, but for now Asthar was quite focused on getting his sweets.
Perhaps he was too deep in thought, but in the end, as he walked on he felt an impact onto his body and his feet came to a halt. The Holodronian king’s eyes opened up as he looked over his shoulder and noticed what seemed to be a long black haired woman face planting upon the ground. “Well...that’s not good at all...” Asthar said as he walked over to the fallen woman and gave her a rather good look.
“Come now, a pretty lady such as yourself shouldn’t hide her face like this...” Asthar said as he crouched beside her. “Shall I give you a hand?” Asthar said holding out his hand for the fallen woman. Perhaps his attention was easy to be diverted and ever since he found Aryllia perhaps his attention to other women wasn’t as strong, but even so, the moment he heard the loud voice calling out to the crowd his hand lowered and he glanced over his shoulder to look over at the source of the shouting. “My my my how interesting. Sorry milady but I ask your pardon” Asthar said immediately standing from the fallen woman as he snuck into the crowd.
Sneaking his way past a few pedestrians watching the passionate Sheikah, Asthar came to a halt the moment he got a clear sight of the pleading Sheikah. Truly it was a passionate yet foolish exclamation that the male was exclaiming before the people of Horon. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the woes of the people from Hyrule, but it wasn’t often one would choose to brazenly try to discard the old rule of Hyrule while holding noble intent.
The rich prospered while the poor suffered. That was the way of Holodrum, at least in the past. Perhaps those that walked away could see the changes that were being brought to Holodrum under Asthar’s rule. Such a change wasn’t something that wasn’t easy to bring about and Holodrum was still quite a mess, but slowly Asthar was changing Holodrum. The rich were slowly losing their power and the poor were starting to find some hope. Asthar desired change in Holodrum and he refused for a stagnant kingdom.
People began to slowly depart from the scene having had enough of watching the Sheikah. They all had their own reasons. Perhaps some were just content with Holodrum or perhaps some just found the notion a foolish, pointless or even suicidal notion. There were numerous reasons each varying, but Asthar’s attention was fully drawn to the male before him and he did not move even when he was the last few remaining. Before long a big huge grin formed upon his face and Asthar began to cheerfully clap his hands in applause. “Bravo! Bravo! Well said! Well said indeed!” Asthar said as he crossed his arms once more and closed his eyes as he held his chin and nodded his head. “Yes indeed, such passion to a cause you care so much about is quite admirable” Asthar said cheerfully before suddenly lowering his hand as he opened one eye, glancing at the Sheikah before him with his crimson eye. “But do you think mere pretty words will be enough to take what will be one of the biggest gambles there is?” Asthar said.
None of them seemed to fit just right with what it was he felt.
Despair. That was it.
That was the weight he felt in the pit of his stomach that moment. Nearly everyone in the crowd had turned their backs on him, walking away to continue on in the city that had hurt him deeply. Cal could barely fight the nausea that overtook him as he stepped down from the small crate he had been standing on. Thud! He plopped down heavily on the wooden square, resting his arms on his knees and hanging his head as he let out a heavy sigh. Damn it! He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Clap! Clap! Clap! The sudden noise caused Cal to jolt, his long ears perking a bit as his red eyes darted to the source of the noise.
”Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Well said! Well said indeed!” Were his eyes deceiving him? There was a cloaked man standing before him (he assumed it was a man, anyway, based on the voice), one who had apparently heard his plea. This guy mocking me or somethin’? After such a disheartening reception, Cal wasn’t quick to hope the stranger meant the words he spoke. The worry left his head as the man gave him praise for his conviction, though the Sheikah straightened a bit, a cold chill going down his spine as the glint of those red eyes caught him in their stare. ”But do you think mere pretty words will be enough to take what will be one of the biggest gambles there is?” For some reason, the way the man delivered such a question had caused Cal’s breathing to halt.
He’s got a point, though— Ignoring the weighted presence he felt (seriously, what was that power?) from the man, Cal was grateful to just be acknowledged. Whoever this stranger was, he was asking a sensible question. Maybe he was even a potential ally in his cause. I wonder—is that really the case? He could simply be a beggar, for all Cal knew, but at this point he couldn't be picky about comrades! Regaining his energy, a vibrant sparkle lit up Cal’s red eyes as a broad smile erupted on his face. ”Of course not!” He knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. ”You're right—what I seek to accomplish can't be done with just words...” For a moment, Cal turned form the stranger, looking around the city as he glanced at all the passing faces.
”…but it's also not something I can do alone.” The cheerful and energetic demeanor was vacant from his last question, his red eyes seeming to be looking far away yet at nothing at all. Cal quickly blinked and shook the feeling off, looking back at the cloaked stranger with another friendly smile. ”You ask really good questions—you don’t seem jaded at all! What’s your name?” Whoever he was, he had taken the time to talk to him after many simply abandoned him. This alone made Cal appreciate them. His smile was genuine as he offered a hand in introduction.
The taste of dirt filled her mouth a little before moving her head up to gaze upon the world around, though where the sun should be her eyes were case upon a strangely familiar looking face. Her eye continued to look at him from within the almost unnatural shroud covering her facial features, a slight sigh escaping Sky's lips. "Depends, I do have some things that people would not find attractive, though such is no the reason for hiding my face". No doubt the long scar across her eyes wasn't the prettiest thing to look at, man or women alike.
Before the conversation could continue her would be rescuer had turned away, slightly yanking Sky to her feet as she grasped his hand, stumbling a little in the direction of the sudden attention grasping event. With a careful step, hand bring her cloak fully up Sky followed the man towards the sound of a very uplifting speech. She eyed him up carefully, not sure what to make of the mans words. True, his preaching did make sense but there was always the chance of ulterior motives with those string up the lower class among any kingdom.
Many people were more then willing use such methods to get themselves or some other order into power, such things had happened many times in the past, who was to say this man was any different. As the two conversed she merely stood to the side, observing quietly, seeing what the outcome of their conversation would be.
The feeling of rejection could be a powerful sting especially when it was due to a topic that one was oh so passionate about. In the end the strength of the sting all depended on who felt it and how they could deal with such a sting. Was Asthar encouraging a foolish endeavor? Perhaps he was, but at the same time if such an endeavor wasn’t challenged or taken then that would only lead for regrets to build in the mind of the Sheikah before him. Maybe this would lead to problems later on and Asthar could prevent this rather easily, but he didn’t choose to do such a thing.
Asthar calmly crossed his arms and merely watched as the male before him responded to his question. The gloomy personality that he was beginning to show was soon replaced with a much more cheerful one as the male spoke out and began to stare out at the numerous civilians walking by. The boy put on a confident façade, but Asthar could see the uncertainty when the male spoke on about his necessity of allies for this venture. It was definitely true that he would need allies, but even if he did obtain these allies then where would he go next.
With that, it was time for introductions and Asthar couldn’t help but chuckle as he closed his eyes and raised his hands as he shrugged his shoulders. “Well sometimes the best questions are the simple ones” Asthar said with a grin before taking a step forward as he took hold of the extended hand and shook it with a firm hold. “The name’s Delterouge, I’m a wandering mercenary so to speak! You may call me Delt for short” Asthar said before releasing his hand.
“But man, I gotta say you got some balls. Running around making such a claim like that out in the open takes some real guts!” Asthar said as he crossed his arms. “But I’m sure that you’ve got a plan right? If you intend on gathering people I assume you’ve got some sure-fire plan right?” Asthar said with quite the curiosity. Having noble intentions was fine and all, but there was a difference when it came to blind fools who cannot see anything other than their goals. Such things only lead to unfortunate conclusions and in the end the radiant future that is sought usually ended in a tale of woe. Resolve was not everything and Asthar wanted to see what Cal had in mind.
Cal felt relief wash over him as though a cool shower as the yellow cloaked stranger chuckled at his words. ”The name’s Delterouge, I’m a wandering mercenary so to speak!” Delterouge’s introduction caused Cal’s heart to leap into his throat—a mercenary! What luck! Now if he could only convince this sell sword for hire to work with him! Can’t rush things though… A hasty invitation was a surefire way to get rejected, after all. Shaking hands with Delterouge, Cal attempted to hide the earnestness in his gaze. ”But man, I gotta say you got some balls. Running around making such a claim like that out in the open takes some real guts!”
Giving a sheepish grin, Cal rubbed the back of his head. He was thankful that Delt had such an optimistic view of his approach. Many others had not. Once asked about a plan, a serious look flashed across the Sheikah’s face as his red eyes gleamed with a fiery passion. ”Of course! I’m not some brazen fool!” Cal laughed at his own comment, closing the distance as he looped an arm around Delt, lowering his voice a bit as he spoke close to the man’s ear (er…well, hooded ear). ”I’ve heard tales of the new ruler in Hyrule, the one that chased out and eradicated the royal family—“ Cal grinned a bit as he spoke, his long ears twitching slightly. ”—I believe he'd be sympathetic towards us exiles the royal family had cast out, even letting us return to Hyrule…but that’s not all.”
Releasing his arm around Delterouge, Cal rested his hands on his hips as he gave the cloaked man a serious look. ”I know there are many exiles in this country, surely they would enjoy going home. I plan to gather as many exiles as I can before going to Hyrule to work with this ruler in order to strike a deal to let us back in.” There was a hopeful spark in the Sheikah’s crimson eyes as he spoke. ”After I leave this town, I’m headed for the Sunken City—I know there are countless Zora who detested the royal family. They were exiles themselves, you know?” That was the first step towards his overall goal. Crossing his arms, Cal had a rather pleased look on his face. It seemed he felt his plan was more than suitable.
For a moment, the Sheikah’s face slipped into one that looked stumped. ”Though I hear the journey to the Sunken City is dangerous…hence why I’m looking for allies.” It was just then that a figure caught his eye. Turning his head a bit, Cal noticed a figure in a hooded black cloak. Hm…should I get a cloak? It seemed they were rather popular these days. The stranger was looking over towards where him and Delterouge were talking. Had they heard his speech? Raising a hand to wave at the stranger who hung back a bit, Cal looked over at Delt. ”Oh~ Seems we may have intrigued someone else!”
Funny—it was as though Cal was talking like they were a team already. Damn. He couldn’t afford to look desperate like that! Mentally berating himself for the screw up, the Sheikah hollered across the plaza to the figure in the black cloak. ”Don’t be shy! If you’ve come to listen or ask questions, please, feel free!” He wore an award winning smile, his hands cupping his mouth as he greeted the stranger.
For the most part the two men did not seem to notice Sky's presence off to the side, for the moment such a case being just fine. It allowed to ample chance to glean the conversation and gather an understanding of what the two were like. The one in the yellow cloaked seemed a little overly friendly through, it was hard to place a finger on it but gut feeling told sky the man was just trying to get into the good books of the corner speaker. Either that or she was being overly paranoid again, people could be nice, more so ones looking for work, and if that mans was truly a mercenary perhaps they were just scoping out a potential employer.
Speaking of which the man slowly shifted towards the elaboration of his own trip, detailing the need for company, definitely a person who would want a mercenary at their side. Though things took a slight turn as attention was suddenly shifted to her, Sky looking up slightly at the two, once more her face being shrouded in a peculiar shadow, only her blue gaze penetrating the mystical barrier. "My being here was more chance, I was just vising home, been a while since I've come back to Horon, spent the last year and a bit traveling around, from Hyrule, the Lost Woods, Death Mountain and everywhere in between".
Her voice fell silent for a few moments before speaking up once more, "you say you are looking for traveling companions, perhaps an experience one such as myself would be of interest". "Also if you wish to know I can hold my own in a fight, you need not worry about my well being on dangerous roads".
Cal seemed like a nice kid. Even though they really didn’t seem like they were far in age, Asthar couldn’t help but see him as such. He held noble intents and most of all held an optimism that was quite strong, but such things, while nice, were dangerous if used wildly. Being a leader held a fierce responsibility, a responsibility that can swallow a person whole and leave said person into a horrid mess. Was this boy really able to take such a role? Was his convictions and desire strong enough for that? Asthar grew interested in this fact and grew even more interested in the plan that the boy must have come up with.
Asthar was rather reassured at the boy’s denial of being a fool. Despite the sheepish attitude, Asthar felt maybe Cal did have a rather good plan and the serious look after merely reinforced that. At that moment Asthar’s eyes widened as he felt himself arm hooked and pulled as he listened to Cal’s words. It was amusing in a way that he was keeping so hush-hush when in reality he was telling the main person he was trying to hide this from.
The cheerful man listened to his words, but the smile on Asthar’s face began to fade and Asthar remained calm before he was released. His arms crossed as he listened to his words. The calm half shiekah could look at Cal’s eyes as he spoke on, noticing how serious they were.
Was that it? What that all? Was that something that he was willing to place a chance on? Did he have enough of a resolve for it? Did he know who he was truly going to be meeting? What sort of hell that he was going to walk into? Asthar could only find himself unfolding his arms. The girl he had bumped into seemed to join in, but Asthar was more so focused on what he was told. His hand moved and was placed over his face and soon enough his mouth curved into a smile and a soft chuckle was released. “...Believe?” Asthar said as the chuckle grew into a loud laughter, arching his head back as he laughed while holding his face. “You’re going to gamble everything on such a belief?!” Asthar said all the while laughing.
Asthar laughed and laughed, but eventually, the laughter came to a halt. The abrupt end left an eerie feel as Asthar lowered his hand from his face and let out a deep sigh. “Very well then, let me ask of you this, Cal...” Asthar said as his voice was serious and almost cold. His intimidating eyes glanced over at Cal, the pupils of his crimson eyes practically slit-like. “You wish to band together a group who seek their home, to speak with a usurper, but that belief of yours...what if it holds false? What if the mad usurper chooses to execute you and the group you’ve made? Will you be able to bear their death? Bear their burden?” Asthar said as he took a step closer and looked at him. “Answer me this, even if the mad king accepts you and your group with welcoming arms, a debt of loyalty must be paid. And so, Cal, what if you are bound to face off against the Sheikah that oppose you, oppose the rule of Eleazar and wish to retain their own home and life that they’ve built? Do you have the resolve for it? To slay them in order to preserve the home that you reclaimed?” Asthar said
As the stranger in the hood got closer, Cal straightened and pulled his arm from Delterouge, smiling in a friendly and open manner. ”My being here was more chance, I was just visiting home…” Cal couldn’t help but deflate a little—it seemed this person had only stopped and listened by chance, rather than any alignment with the want to return to a home once taken. Wait a minute—they said visiting home… Was this hooded figure also a Sheikah? If so, there was hope! ”Spent the last year and a bit traveling around from Hyrule, the Lost Woods, Death Mountain and everywhere in between.” Cal’s eyes practically bulged from their head in sheer excitement. T-this person!! They were a boon! An experienced traveler, one who had already been all over the Hyrule kingdom by the sounds of it, as well as a mercenary?!
Things were going too well! ”You say you are looking for traveling companions, perhaps an experienced one such as myself would be of interest.” The Sheikah practically wanted to fall to his knees and thank whatever divine beings and dropped both of these strangers in his lap. It seemed his luck was extraordinary today. He had countless questions for the traveler, though an acceptance towards the invitation extended was a good place to start. ”Yeah! That would be a—“ Laughter began to emerge from the man in the yellow cloak, Delterouge. For a moment, Cal’s face fixed into a dumbstruck expression, blinking a few times at the mercenary. Having interrupted at a crucial moment for him, Cal couldn’t help but feel like whatever Delterouge was laughing at could wait.
”You’re going to gamble everything on such a belief?!” It seemed after hearing Cal’s plan, Delterouge was far from impressed. ”Very well then, let me ask of you this, Cal…” The man’s voice had gone icy cold, his tone menacing as well as foreboding. Catching Cal off guard with such a switch in personality, the Sheikah took a step back from the cloaked man, visibly gulping. Oh, shit! Is he crazy or somethin’?! His luck was going a little too well, he supposed. ”What if the mad usurper chooses to execute you and the group you’ve made? Will you be able to bear their death?” Cal’s face had fixed into a frown by the time these questions arose. ”Even if the mad king accepts you and your group with welcoming arms, a debt of loyalty must be paid.”
At the last comment, the Sheikah had furrowed his brow and his ears fell just a bit. ”What kinda questions are these?!” Taking a step forward, Cal fixed his face into one of concern. ”Don’t talk like you can see my future, pal!” Looking at Delterouge with a serious gaze, Cal grit his teeth as he affirmed his will. ”You're conviction that he'll just as soon gut us rather than accept us is built on belief of similar foundation. You don't know the Usurper, just as you don't know my future." Cal’s voice had risen at this point, a new passion burning in his heart.
”I don't care what it takes, or who I have to side with! I will make a kingdom for my people again!” Sighing in minor frustration, Cal shook his head at Delterouge before turning to the newcomer once more. "Sorry...it seems you came at a turning point. I'd appreciate any help you're offering, as I've never been outside of the city and hear the journey towards the Sunken City is dangerous." Glancing back at Delterouge, Cal raised an eyebrow, offering a hand out.
"Your questions are fair, though I'm still not convinced your doubts hold any more weight than my aspirations." Smiling once more at Delterouge, it seemed Cal had already gotten over the minor disagreement, quick to let 'bygones be bygones' and all that. If the man took the hand offered, Cal would sigh in relief—if not, he would simply shrug and smile before moving on. Turning back to the stranger in a black cloak, Cal offered a hand to them, as well. "I'm Cal! You're...?"
Well, it seemed her words had gotten the attention of this man and even if her offer was somewhat out of the blue Sky wasn't really interested in sticking around for long. Not that her skill set could get much work around here, traveling as a guard or guide was about the best sort of living she could do. Besides, if word got around about her unusual practices the city guard or some fanatic group would come after her, wouldn't be the second time.
Though any reply would not come as the men began to once again began to talk about ideology and other things, and though several decent points where made at the end of it all the subject didn't really interest Sky. Once more the women moved a bit to the side, leaning up again a wall while the two squabbled, onto looking back once she was addressed by the man introducing himself to be Cal. Probably some sort of nickname if she had to guess, though one could not be certain. "The Sunken City, yes I have been there before, I am guessing you can swim then if you are looking to travel there". Her reply coming with a small smirk, pushing off the wall and rejoining the duo.
She glanced down a bit at the raided hand, her eyes looking around a bit before her hand came up, though instead of going to Cal's her's went to her hood. Pulling back Sky showed her face, the strange black mist vanishing revealing a young women with long black hair and almost crystal blue eyes. A sight that many would find quite nice if not for the large scar running near to her left eye, "it is nice to meet you Cal, my name is Sky". Her response coming with a small greeting bow instead of a hand shake.
How far was Cal truly willing to go? What was the true result he desired so desperately? As a king, Asthar did what was best for his people. As a king he had to act as the one with the most power, the one who held the most responsibility. It wasn’t a duty that he had to uphold, something that was required, but Asthar desired to bear witness to the lives of his people and even those outside his kingdom. Every single life had its own story, a tale to tell and a tale that is to be told. It was by viewing these stories that Asthar was better able to understand one. Perhaps this was why Cal was able to so easily be able to speak with the king of Holodrum so easily.
Asthar listened to the word Cal had to say in rebuttal, but in the end Asthar was left rather disappointed. He was a fool, that was what Asthar saw him as. A boy that was only relying on hope and passion, that he didn’t really wish to believe in failure. Could such a man truly build a home like this? In the end Asthar listened to Cal confirm that he didn’t care what side he joined and that was enough for Asthar to build his opinion on him.
Asthar’s eyes glanced over at the girl that had previously collided with him. So far Cal did not have an ally that would join his cause. Even that girl before them didn’t truly seem interested in his dream. Would Cal walk this alone? To fight for a home that most had already moved on from? Asthar could only close his eyes as he was offered a handshake and merely turned away, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t that he disliked the boy before him, no, if anything he grew more interested in what path he was to walk, but even so, he could not accept his handshake. For him, to accept that handshake was to accept his reasoning.
“Have you seen or even heard about what happened to Symmetry Village in Labrynna? Homes burnt to the ground, innocent bloodshed as the forces of Eleazar’s men slaughtered them mercilessly. It was quite the terrible scene. Do you have the resolve to face such a thing? To support it? Can you build a home that will accept being built upon a bloody past? To face off against those who disagree with you? Even if it is your own people?” Asthar said as he crossed his arms. “You’re right to say I don’t know your future, it would be dull if I did, but you are wrong to say I do not know Eleazar...I know him far better than you...” Asthar said.
“I’ve encountered Eleazar, both as an enemy and on friendlier terms so to speak. I’ve spoken to that man and faced his regality...quite the manipulative bastard is he..” Asthar said as a chuckle escaped his lips as he raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders. “But alas, I will not stand in your way...hell it will be interesting to see a puppet strung by a puppet in that plague-ridden land of Hyrule” Asthar said nonchalantly with almost a jovial quip.
edited on Dec 31, 2019 14:42:52 GMT -5 by CAL SAGHA
Post by CAL SAGHA on Dec 31, 2019 14:41:16 GMT -5
Hit 'em with a 'yeeeerrr'
”The Sunken City, yes I have been there before,” The stranger in the hooded black cloak was really selling themselves! Not only were they a seasoned traveler, but they had been to the city Cal was trying to go to before! Score! What a life-saver! He was nearly giddy with excitement at this point. ”I am guessing you can swim then if you are looking to travel there.” As the stranger pushed off from the wall they stood against, Cal laughed and sheepishly scratched the back of his head while nodding and exclaiming ”Of course! Of course!” He wasn’t that unprepared, after all. In fact, some of the items he had taken from the shop before closing would surely come in handy...
As the stranger walked over to the pair, they removed their hood. Cal was finely able to see the mysterious traveler who was proving to be their best (and maybe now only?) candidate. ”It is nice to meet you Cal, my name is Sky.” The young woman with long black hair bowed, causing Cal to jolt upright for a moment before bowing in greeting in return. It wasn’t a custom he was unfamiliar with—and he was always one that aimed to please when it came to people offering to help him. The long scar along the woman’s face hinted towards their encounters on the road, Cal was sure. He was by no means rude or stupid enough to ask about it, though. ”Thank you—Sky!”
Cal was practically beaming with joy at this point—though Delterouge still seemed less than convinced as they had only crossed their arms in silence at Cal’s earlier rebuttals. After Sky’s introduction, the yellow-cloaked man spoke his mind yet again, determined to convince Cal—or at least that’s how the Sheikah was beginning to see it. ”Have you seen or even heard about what happened to Symmetry Village in Labrynna?” Cal wasn’t given time to answer as Delterouge began to explain. He had heard, though only rumors—being a shop owner tended to make one take everything with a grain of salt. Who knew which rumors were fact and which ones were fiction?
This guy seems...well informed? As Delterouge continued to barrage the young Sheikah with questions, Cal couldn’t help but simply be impressed. Whoever his sources are must be good… For some reason it only made Cal want to recruit this odd man of conviction more. ”You’re right to say I don’t know your future, […] but you are wrong to say I do not know Eleazar…” For a moment Cal paused. He—k-knows Eleazar?! This guy was either the worlds best liar or seriously well connected! Is he part of the Rogue Order?! Could something so coincidental really happen before he even left home?! Stories never worked out that easily! ”But alas, I will not stand in your way…hell it will be interesting to see a puppet strung by a puppet in that plague-ridden land of Hyrule”
Man…this guy’s confusing. The last part of his comments made it seem like he’d be coming along to watch. For a moment, Cal’s heart skipped a beat. ”W-wait! Delterouge, does that mean you’re coming with us?!” There was a wide grin on Cal’s face as he looked between Sky and Delterouge as he raised his brow at the yellow cloaked man. ”But for real—you know Eleazar? Were you part of their order or something?” It seemed the two that had bothered to chat with him in the plaza were more interesting than he could have ever imagined. Whatever the case, Cal was picking up on the fact more and more that Delterouge was hardly just a common sell sword.
Whoever he is...he'd be good to have on the journey ahead, that's for sure.