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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
to register and join our story! If you have any questions, you can join our discord, located in our important links!
3/14/20 The staff are working dilligintly on the next plot and introduction to ARC 3 of the site. Over the next couple weeks,
we will be transitioning the plot, organizing boards, and a new location will be added to the site! Please note that Termina will be removed from playable locations
during this process. Thank you for your patience!
With peace only so recently restored, Vaida had taken extra shifts amongst the guards of Hyrule Castle Town to keep the peace and maintain some semblance of control over the precarious situation. She knew likely, that many of the public were still concerned and worried about outside threats, and the Sheikah's appearance was something she hoped eased those worries.
Her patrol kept her close to the castle entrance, she was still a royal attendant after all, though the Princess Esme was safe inside the castle with another guard. And so Vaida enjoyed her time outside, she hadn't gotten much and after so long of camping out in the woods she was surprised to find that she had missed it. The sun on her skin, the fresh breeze ruffling her white hair. It was peaceful. As was the buzz of people walking around the town.
Perhaps it would seem strange, a blind guard. Something of an oxymoron, Vaida kept her pace and guard as she walked with purpose and the ease of someone who could see in the traditional sense of where they were going. But the white-haired girl was blindfolded, and yet she surveyed her surroundings with a keen sense. Dressed all in traditional black, and one long, thin blade strapped across her back. But despite her rather grim dress and focus, she seemed pleased, as though her day were going finely.