Reverie (Fire Sage)

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Last thoughts of a life by candlelight.

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Something about this culture of strength and aggression settled into Reverie’s bones early on, and stirred into a fire needing to be the best. First as a child, and then moreso as an adolescent, she became heavily invested in the Goron duelling culture, taking enjoyment in the sound of a punch landing, the slap of a kick to her opponent’s side, and the feeling of holding her opponent down in a successful grapple within the confines of the ring. [break][break] Something about hand-to-hand combat started losing its charm as Reverie entered adulthood. Though she was faster and could land more hits than the massive, ancient champions of the ring, she was smaller in build than them and lacked the pure physical strength to push them out of bounds. It was frustrating, especially when the normal weapons for the Goron, strength-amplifying bracelets and huge warhammers, weren’t satisfying to wield. And so, when she turned 30, she left for Hyrule Castle Town to enroll in guard training, with a weather eye on becoming a knight of the realm. Though her father and the chieftain did not approve of this decision, they allowed her the freedom to explore her dreams, and as far as she could tell, the only ill will born by any of those involved was from her and aimed at herself. [break][break] Training with the Hylians was a highly rewarding experience. Reverie thrived under a strict and disciplined environment, and genuinely enjoyed being forced into a routine. While her experience of life before had been fairly structured, it was more effort to fit within the expectations of the Hylians, and she wanted to be in a place where effort was rewarded. Additionally, she had a space in the barracks, people around her she could talk to about combat and who loved sparring, and plenty of the structure she desired. Though she was smaller than a lot of the other Goron, Reverie was at least a couple heads taller than most of the Hylian men in her group, and ended up choosing a weapon that would further utilise that advantage, a long glaive. [break][break] Spending a few years training with the Hylian Guard taught Reverie that she excelled in particular at two things: duelling and self-discipline. It was during this time that she found the ability to push herself to move even faster on the battlefield than normal, giving her an edge over the other duelling specialists in her group and usually allowing her to end a bout. Her skill and dexterity grew and, while she wasn’t focusing on strength (which would be the case with most Gorons throughout their lives), she was still as strong as the best of her class. [break][break] Reverie was rewarded after graduation with a commission to the rank of Lieutenant in the city guard, only to quickly realise that she despised the work she had to do. When she’d left home to come here, she’d dreamt of saving pretty women from dangerous situations, or chasing a cutpurse through the streets of Castle Town, only to tackle him bodily through the window of a bakery in an otherwise quiet neighbourhood. It was a dream to protect the underprivileged and downtrodden that was revealed by the light of day to be little more than catering to the whims of the nobles and crown district. So, barely containing her anger and embarrassment at where she’d ended up, here she was shooing innocent homeless people away from food carts and listening to the general drone on about how, back in his day, new officers knew how to show respect to their elders. [break][break] Things got better when she, through pure effort and determination, got commissioned as a knight in service to the royal family. Of course this was an honour for her people, but it was especially rewarding for Reverie. All she’d ever wanted was to be rewarded and validated for the hard work she put into things, and putting so much of herself into her work was just the way of the Gorons, in her opinion. And she loved it. For nearly a century she served the royal family alongside Hylians that cycled out as they got too old, and Sheikah with whom she was able to form more lasting friendships. And on top of that, she was able to get to know some of the royals and form relationships with them - to an extent, of course. She never forgot or overstepped her place. [break][break] The last friendship Reverie allowed herself to have with one of the Hylian royals was with Merseda. She had been a royal knight for decades by the point Merseda arrived, but she was still a young adult in terms of her own people, and so Reverie and the Queen got along well, even if the former was always a little too stiff and polite. But their friendship was genuine, full of warmth and kindness, and lasting years. Reverie was able to say hello to the little baby royals, even if she kept a respectful distance, but she felt genuinely attached to them until Merseda’s death. Given that it was so unexpected, Reverie hadn’t prepared herself for it yet and was taken by total surprise. Unsure of how to deal with her own grief, Reverie resigned her commission and retreated from Hyrule Castle Town, not believing in her own ability to do her job anymore. [break][break] Since that day, approximately twenty years ago, Reverie has spent her time doing good in the world, at least as much good as she was able. She spends a lot of her downtime in Death Mountain, where she has done a lot of work to make sure people don’t think of her as placing herself higher than them. She might have left to pursue something she believed in, but she never wanted to be anything other than a Goron. She’s taken up many contracts as a mercenary, her more-than-a-century of experience as a warrior and pension allowing her to be picky with only choosing those jobs that would do the most good. Of course, she was never too far away from opportunities to duel for sport; entering competitions here and there supplemented her income well enough to stay somewhere nice for a night. [break][break] When Eleazar moved in and overthrew the royal family, Reverie’s dark thoughts got the better of her. She started believing that her weakness in coping with Merseda’s death not only led to the death of Zelda, but the ousting of a family from their rightful place for the first time in recorded history. In a crisis of her ultimate faith- that which she had in herself- for the first time, she retreated into Death Mountain for months, trying to pull herself out of it. She didn’t know where the resistance was, nor whether they would accept her after leaving so many years before. But when she heard of the siege, she was there. Her primary concern was doing her best to keep Artemis, Kura, and Esmerelda safe without getting too close to them (except once).

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IT'S TIME TO PROVE MYSELF!

The Siege

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It was a surreal experience for her, to be part of an army assaulting Hyrule Castle Town. After showing up to pledge herself to the battle and having her credentials cleared through the old officers running the show, Reverie had been sent to the south side of the city, where she had taken a position in the infantry lines and, under the command of Prince Artemis, helped in taking the south gate.
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They were fighting in the streets now, manoeuvring toward the centre of the city, from which they would meet up with the other groups and assault the castle from this side. If all went according to plan- or at least, what Reverie had inferred from her limited information- they would pull most of the forces away from the castle so the hero could get inside and do what it was he was meant to. Detachments were sent down streets to secure everything as they moved forward so as to not be surprise attacked from behind, and Reverie’s had just finished clearing a building with two middle-aged Hylian knights.
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As she stepped back into the street, it was only the most subconscious of instincts that pulled her backward and out of the immediate path of a throwing hatchet, which embedded itself in the wooden door she had opened. One, two, three, she let out a hard exhale and ran back out to find one of the usurper’s soldiers charging her direction with a longsword over his head. She took a step back, orienting the glaive to face in front of her, and prepared. As the enemy soldier brought his sword down, she sidestepped, then brought a boot down hard on the man’s wrists, causing him to drop the sword and stumble. She stepped around him, rotating the head of the glaive above her, and used all her force to drop it into his helmet.
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He didn’t seem to have any backup, so once the knights joined her, Reverie moved further down the street to an intersection. From there, she was able to see Prince Artemis and his personal Sheikah guard to her right, approximately seventy metres away. The next street over to the left was cleared as well, so she was preparing to continue, before noticing an enemy soldier perched on a roof.
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Reverie began walking quickly, and was just about to call out to the prince when a group of enemy soldiers burst out of a building in front of him and engaged his group. So it was an ambush. She began running, readying her spear in front of her, as the assassin jumped to the street and charged at the prince’s back. The knight faltered for a second, fear threatening to take her again, but something inside pushed back. A light in the deepest part of her pushed her forward, and as she felt the adrenaline rush through her system, she crossed the remaining distance in a flash, the spearpoint burying deep inside the abdomen of the attacker. In his flailing, he gave her shoulder a nice gash, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t failed.
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As Artemis and his guards mopped up the enemy soldiers they faced, they turned to see Reverie pulling her spear from the now-dead soldier, then taking a step back and grasping her shoulder. “Your highness,” she said quietly, eyes down, before slipping back to the other knights and around a corner to find a healer. The shame of not being there still sat in her gut, but now there was a lightness to her heart that said maybe she could still make it up to them, somehow.

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