Z-RP was created by NAVI. LEGEND OF ZELDA was developed by NINTENDO. All content belongs to its respective creators.
All images belong to their respective artists. All codes and scripts belong to their respective coders.
The skin was created by Alcove. Board Layout was made by NOVA for ZRP exclusively. Do not attempt to steal or emulate anything on this board.
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!
11/12/21 GUESS WHO'S BACK! Thats right, and we are cooking up a good ol reset for everyone. Please be patient as things will be a little empty as we archive. Pop into discord if you have questions.
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jun 29, 2020 16:34:43 GMT -5
This was a jubilee—a celebration and remembrance to all those that did their part for the freedom and liberation of Hyrule. In times of encroaching darkness and uncertainty, the people of Hyrule came together and found the light—clung to it with a steadfast tenacity to Princess Zelda and her Champion. Death Mountain had been the home of many refugees during these daunting times, the Goron accepted any that were willing to fight, willing to protect, or simply needed a safe heaven. Now, the bustling city was seen as a symbol of unity and solidarity—these same frightful and unsure refugees now throwing a celebration for the ages, a rite to a better and brighter future for this holy and goddess kissed land and the unified Goron that kept their wearying well strong and their faltering hearts just.
The streets of the red, gold, and bronze metropolis of The Goron City were littered with different folk—people with various creed, races, and religion, all smiling and enjoying the festivities to be had. Hulking sentries stood guard, megalithic Goron standing guard; clad in master craft armor forged within the heart of Death Mountain. Armed with weaponry only usable by those of their gargantuan stature and inhuman strength. These massive 'monsters' with rugged visages of battle and hardship grinned and enjoyed the exuberant energy all around them; dancing and being the jolly paragons they were lionized to be. In the center of all this was a troupe of bards, all of Goron blood, playing excellent music that only fueled the fire of good will that was this celebration. But what was a jubilee without the person that made all this possible?
"I should really make my presence known." Konungr speaks to himself, within his chamber room—amber eyes overlooking the city he sworn to lead and protect; the good energies and vibes so potent, the vitality of it all even manged to reach him even at the top of his compound. The musclebound colossus is donned in a black jerkin, this piece of clothing crafted from the black scales of a alpha dodongo. On the back of this article of clothing is the prestigious symbol of his people intertwined with the royal insignia of Hyrule royals—this is a sign of solidarity between both Goron and Hyrule, to show they are in it together through thick and thin. Upon his legs are are black leather trousers reinforced with even more dodongo scales to ensure they don't catch ablaze within the more deeper and hotter spaces of this massive mountain Konungr calls home. With a sigh of mild exhaustion, he turns to face the exit; the only entrance to the royal chambers being guarded by two large and loyal Goron. "I will be joining the others in the merriment. You both should consider to follow my example and do the same." He places a large hand on the shoulder of both Goron—both sentries an entire two feet taller than their still growing Chieftain. Both Goron laugh, giving toothy grins to their ruler before forgoing the thought and continuing to stand guard. Konungr takes notes of his kin's loyalty and dedication; he aspires to have their convection and dedication to the job. He departs, bare feet stepping upon the warm and relaxing cobblestone.
He hits the streets with a warriors swagger, standing tall and proud as all Goron should. Greeting those that recognized him, and saying hello to those that didn't. Whenever a Goron approached, both would engage in typical goron fashion—a grab of the forearm and a gentle bump of the forehead to show and establish everlasting brotherhood. Before Konungr could even realize, he had an entourage of guards; warriors that served him in and out of combat. He welcomed each Goron with open arms and continued to make his presence known. He approaches the troupe and stands before them with crossed arms, taking in the music created by their joint efforts—a folk song all Goron are familiar with. 𝅘𝅥𝅮
t a g s — n o t e s — this is an open thread, but do anything stupid in this well guarded city and you will suffer the consequences.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Perhaps he has gotten in over his head. Festivities were never really his thing, not only that but this was a Hylian celebration where citizens of Holodrum would be scant in presence, if at all. Holodrum's citizens were fairly seen as snobby and their materialistic nature often presented itself in their citizens through their practice of the art of trade. There were few more brutal in their sales tactics than a Holodrum merchant. A Zora merchant was even greater of a surprise as their kind cursed outsider's with a look and spent much of their lives detached from the rest of Holodrum's society.
Out here in Hyrule Nex was more oft mistook for a Sea Zora. He was a bit more social than most of the Suken City and his brutal honesty was an effective method of maintaining a familiar boundary with customers without creating distance in the way his family did. They were traders and have always been. Greed was a strong sentiment among the older natives of Holodrum and ever present in his family's efforts to bankrupt farmers, making them dependent on their trade, or profiting on the misfortune of others. Nex never liked their methods, forced to deal with the tactics when within. The city walls.
But here? Out here he could chat, trade and familiarize himself with outsiders because he was often seen as such by members of his own tribe. Here he was the Sea Zora his mother always believed him to be. She was still a member of that kingdom, never cutting ties with her people despite her arrangement with his father. He was glad for this because he could honestly and proudly say he was from the sea…
But that did not mean he did not carry the prejudices from Horon. There the more distant relationship with the mountain born warriors was further eclipsed by his various interactions with them being less than favorable. He knew never to go drinking with them as they has no means of holding their liquor. This time around the Zora was dressed to impress as his goal was to meet and speak with the Leader of the Hyliam Goron, but he was not sure if they were just as or barely less primitive than the barbaric Goron of Horon. But that was an aside.
Underneath it all Sinnie chose to wear his wetsuit. If they were going to be so close to a Goron's territory one would have to expect an intense heat. This was his means of keeping his scales cool and moist. The neck of the wetsuit hid the scars that end over his gills, but it gave no indication that the collar was not smoothed up, fashionably. Overtop he wore a white overcoat decorated in gold-colored trim along the collar, down the body and the cuffs of his sleeves. It looked like the coat a Hylian general would wear, or a knight captain, but there were alterations that, at a second glance, made it easy to discern it was not, such as the brass buttons being plain as opposed to carrying the symbology expected of a decorated uniform. A red cape was draped over his back and folded over the front of his chest where it was clipped in place by a large, gold-pressed medallion with the crest of his house. The crest seemed to be centered with Nayru's Wisdom, held aloft by pictographic images of a wave flowing left and right. Beneath was the silhouette of a shark, the family's totem. His trousers were simple, deep blue, almost black, and had a looseness to them that was controlled towards the shins as the cuffs of the trousers were tucked into freshly shined boots. They were still his old, thigh high boots he has worn for years now, but a good shine made them an acceptable pass for the jubilee. All and all if one did not give careful look to the prestigious Zora: he could easily be mistaken for a decorated naval officer.
He adjusted his gloved hands, white coverings replacing his usual black ones. Now he needed to find the Goron Leader and approach them, but so many writhing bodies! When the dance began he melted into the crowds towards the buffet line, if only to get a better view of things before braving the ever touchy golems of power.
"I can't tell them apart ..." He lamented as he sipped on a bit of rum, his good eye glancing to the side. "How am I expected to do this?"
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jul 4, 2020 23:33:39 GMT -5
The hazel hues of the Chieftain locked with the colorful eyes of the leading bard of the troupe—a female Goron from Death Mountain; a hometown celebrity of sorts. Engrossed with the beautiful sound of both the voice and the instruments, Konungr's engagement with the song found itself cut short—a gargantuan stone hand landing on his back, pushing the titan of the man forward with a violent jerk, but then another hand of rock would catch his front; keeping him from truly losing his balance. A half a ton of man being tossed around like a rag doll—only with the larger-than-life Goron is such an occurrence seen as normal and acceptable. Konungr was now in the presence of one of his war General's—an eleven foot tall Goron with an almost childlike innocence about him despite this man having almost two centuries worth of combat expertise and war knowledge. "I see you have joined us, folk!" His voice booming and full of joyous glee; more thunderous than even the most violent of thunderstorms.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss this even i-," the words of Konungr were interrupted by another thunderous boom of his kin. "Come. Brother Rargan wishes to speak to you!" Before Konungr is even able to get a word in, he is dragged away by the titanic Goron—the entourage surrounding the Chieftain dispersing like cockroaches in the dark, being exposed to a bright light. He is dragged to a table, occupied by all manner of Goron and their allies, the table littered with fine and regal dishes of various meats, sweets, and even more 'rocky' cuisine for those that still preferred that 'fiber heavy' diet. Konungr takes a seat at the head, this spot obviously reserved for him if he choose to show himself during this festive event. Directly behind him stood the Goron that dragged him this, arms crossed, earthshaking laughter drowning out almost all other sound.
"I've been informed you wish to speak to me, folk." Konungr speaks after greeting all those around the table; Goron, Human, Hylian, and Zora alike. Rargan nods, indulging himself upon a mineral from the deepest depths of Death Mountain—a real delicacy only consumed during special times such as these. "Indeed, folk. We were just having an conversation about the history of war and the battles that take place within them!" Rargan boasts, slamming a heavy fist upon the table, obviously showing a passion for the subject and the people around them. A brow cocks on the stoic visage of Konungr, his eyes attempting to read the table... Only just now realizing he was more than likely surrounded by enthusiasts that shared the same passion as Rargan did. Konungr sighs and shakes his head a little, coming to the conclusion this would be a conversation that'll never end—a war of words and feats between men older than the legendary wars themselves. "And I am needed becau-," again, his words were intercepted by another giant of a man. "You have lead the charge in some of the most exhilarating battles I have seen in many years. Combat to you is second nature, pup! You are around those that understand and flourish on the field of combat!" The Chieftain blinks, confusion riddling his usual stoic and composed visage. In front of him is a tankard of Hylian mead; the real strong stuff. He reaches for the tankard, his gigantic hand gripping the large wooden cup like it was much smaller than it actually was. Then, he begins to drink; usually not one to drink, but he was going to need something if he was going to be stuck in this open discussion that could last hours.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] You can stand me up at the gates of hell
[attr=class,lyric2]
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] But I'll stand my ground.
[attr=class,overlay]
[attr=class,charname accenttext2]
[attr=class,accentbg2]
I won't back down
[attr=class,bulk] Hyrule and Holodrum were not the only countries represented at this gathering. As the last third of the forces sent against the Rouge Order, Koru Dugri was present as one of the representatives of Labrynna, along with a selection of a soldiers currently mingling with others. Truthfully, Koru did not get the chance to visit Hyrule often. While the kingdoms have been on friendly terms for years, there’d simply never been a reason for a chieftain to make her way over. Koru had plenty to keep her busy, but diplomatic missions were not usually one of them. Not that she would be very interested in conferencing with Hyrule, disaster of a nation as it was. Nevertheless, she had participated in the battle so she was here looking her best. [break][break]
Koru had ample opportunity to dress up and she always used them to the fullest. Tonight she donned a vibrant red fitted dress with a halter cut neckline. She was draped in a golden caped hung over her right shoulder accented by golden ruby earrings. But of course the most attractive feature of her ensemble was her confidence. She wore elegance as well as she wore positions of power. It seemed she was just a natural at everything she tried. So far this evening she’d spoken casually to some creatures of different lands, preferring to avoid contact with any notable politicians. Although she was here for business and it was an excellent event to build rapport at, she wasn’t particularly interested in relationships with any of the attendees. Thus she simply made some sweeps of the different floors to make her appearance known so that at least people could claim to have seen her socializing. Currently, she was settled close to the bar sampling a selection of Death Mountain beers and being equal parts horrified and entranced. It was so plain and bad, but she couldn't stop.
Post by Farrah Abad on Jul 7, 2020 21:32:27 GMT -5
[nospaces]
[attr="class","complanet"]
[attr="class","complanet-color"]
[attr="class","complanet-grad"]
[attr="class","complanet-shadow"]
[attr="class","complanet-imgg"]
[attr="class","complanet-imgg-1"]
[attr="class","complanet-topp"]
everything that makes me whole belongs to you
[attr="class","complanet-post"]
Farrah was having a blast. It wasn't every day that Nex of all people invited her to a party. He prefered to sit on his rickety old cart and bemoan over his dislike of people. Sometimes he even came back to her whining and complaining about people being mean to him. (She remembered those times fondly, because he came to her when he was upset.) [break][break] Safe to say, he never invited her to parties. So that made today special, and it definitely made this a date. She didn't outright say this to his face of course, because the idea of him shooting her down was too painful for her to bear, but that didn't mean that she couldn't dream. So, Farrah was dressed in her finest outfit. A long light pink caftan with beautiful flowers and golden embroidery. Only her best and pinkest outfit for a date with Nex. [break][break] Speaking of Nex, she had left him briefly to try and gather information on who the big man up top was. For some reason or another, some merchant business she was told, he needed to talk to the man, so she left his side, a bit reluctantly, to find the Goron's Chieftan. It wasn't hard to spot the only man with a following of a guards and other Gorons, and after asking around, she wasn't surprised to find that yes, that was Konungr, the Goron Chieftan. By the time she was done asking around though, she saw the man being dragged away by a behemoth probably 3 Farrah's tall. [break][break] So instead, she maneuvered her way back over to her date with a pout on her face. "Pretty sure I found the guy you're looking for," She pointed to the big beefy guy with white hair and dark skin. "Sadly he was stolen away before I could snatch him for you, so I'll leave interrupting that group over there to you." With her task done and her presence announced, Farrah reached out her arms to try and wrap them around his own arm. She deserved a reward for her job well done.
This was to much of an experience for Nex to have so early. The missive he had received before the festivities had nearly sent him into a cardiac arrest. It had his family's herald pressed into he was seal meaning it was some serious business. What had been most unsettling was that it was delivered from his mother. The whole affair had him shaking when he read it. They wanted him to go to the Jubilee and talk to the head asshole in order to strike a trade deal between them and Holodrum because Pan was a useless sack of shit when he was gone. Good! Bastard did nothing but eat his weight in squid half the day!
He was getting worked up, hand holding his glass of rum shaking a bit. "Nevermind that…" he tried to push away his own disdain, raising the cup towards his lips. "Like I give a shit." He downed the rest of the drink, doing his best to relax.
It had been his mother's meddling that even got him ahead of the line to participate. If not for that they'd still be waiting to be ushered in with the rest of the crowds. Crowds! Goddess the crowds! He sulked, his face tucking behind the fold of red cape over his shoulders. Maybe this was a mistake? While his mother had sent him on this errand he was more interested in pursuing his own wants and needs. He would try to make the request, but it isn't why he wished to speak to the man. It was this -- all of this.
"They all just -- look the same." He murmured as he watched the Gorons dance and enjoy their festival with the other races. "None of them are familiar and yet they are great allies to Hyrule. And live just across the hills from us in Holodrum." He looked to the side as Farrah seemed to just appear.
But honestly he was in his own head, thoughts manically fluttering about. It was a miracle he was able to handle it this much without gripping his holster for comfort. No just keep his arms at his sides and keep drink-- oh, the glass was empty. Holding it up in disappointment the Zora would gruff when Farrah treated herself to imprisoning his arm between her b-b…corset. He cleared his throat, face red from drinking.
He asserted to himself.
"S-so you say." He allowed his eyes to trail down her dress before he looked back to her face, his mouth pulled back in a sneer. "L-let's go kidnap him." He could have said rescue but he doesn't rescue people. "Gorons never shut up so if we leave him to socializing I'll be unable to meet him." He would sigh and fiddle with his cloak.
The gold pressed plate has his family's crest carved into it and was what clasped his red cloak over his shoulder. He was not used to wearing such a form hugging outfit so he was a little uncomfortable. Everyone can see him and how his body worked… Maybe he should eat more. He was grossly underweight and could stand to see a bit of sunlight. His brand was obtrusive and his face was distorted. He had brushed his hair down so that it would better hide his face, leaving the left side exposed for better conversation. It was well known that the left side of the face was always the most attractive, especially when the right was partially paralyzed.
He would set the empty glass down and make his way towards Konungr's table. He did take notice of some large woman, but only because her hair stood out in its coloration among the lights. Nevertheless he would push ahead. His steps were deliberate, slow. He didn't want to trip and look like a fool. His gaze shifted towards Farrah, eyes narrowing slightly. He quickly turned ahead before he was caught slipping.
"You look… better than usual." He clenched his jaw as he tried to find the word, but instead his callousness shone through. "Shit…" he scoffed. "You're not ugly or anything." Maybe he should stop talking?
Feeling disgusted with his faux pas the Zora tucked his red face behind the portion of the cloak crossed over his shoulder. When then approached the table Nex shifted gears. He was a merchant of the Ujua Tribe. He could, at the very least, like it.
"Chief Korungr," Why were Goron names so cumbersome? "I am --" he hesitated for a split second, his name flashing passed his mind's eye, but the Jubilee meant there were all sorts about, witches and fae like included. "Nex of the Ujua Tribe in Holodrum." He bowed his head, keep his arms against his body. "This is my plus one." He'd let Farrah decide if she wanted to give her name away to someone who wanted to steal it. "I was sent on behalf of my family to discuss some important matters with you." Not that he'd talk on them long.
He had his own interests outside of his family's venture for rupee and prestige.
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
To say it had been an eventful month would have been an understatement. From working with the returning forces out of Holodrum, to reconnecting with some of the Knights of Hyrule, to laying siege to the very walled city she had spent a significant portion of her life protecting. And then so many parties. Not in Castle Town, too busy rebuilding its infrastructure and taking stock of its losses, but seemingly everywhere else.
She didn’t mind it with her own people, of course. The Gorons of Death Mountain were a jovial people who loved fighting, so of course they were going to have a big party after being unleashed into the largest war of the generation. The whoops and dancing and music echoing from the halls below transitioned her gentle reverie to a wistful smile.
When she had come back to the city after Castle Town was taken, her people had, as always, taken her back in with open arms. She had wallowed for a day or two before getting in the ring again, losing herself in the constant training and fighting and getting her mind back into a place where she could channel her focus. She had been dealt a severe emotional blow, but training helped with that.
Reverie was standing on a bridge between the upper levels of two buildings looking down on the festivities. She was unarmed, something only true when she was within Goron City, and wearing a basic set of clothing. She wore a dark rust-coloured, heavy cloth jerkin over equally heavy dark brown leggings and leather boots. She had watched some of the various Gorons and notable non-Goron figures chatting and enjoying the music and dancing. A warm and reassured feeling settled in her heart looking upon it.
But then she noticed something else, something extremely surprising and unlikely. The Goron Chieftain of Labrynna, Koru Dugri, had entered and was passing through the various floors of the city making her greetings and making sure she was being seen here. It was fully in character, from the interactions Reverie had had with the chieftain, and she couldn’t help but be amused. As Koru began making her way toward the bar that had been set up for the jubilee, the knight followed behind, keeping a casual distance until the chieftain began drinking.
She approached the bar and requested a drink of her own. “Chief Koru,” she exclaimed, holding the tankard up, “It’s been a while! How are our brothers and sisters of the west?”
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] You can stand me up at the gates of hell
[attr=class,lyric2]
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] But I'll stand my ground.
[attr=class,overlay]
[attr=class,charname accenttext2]
[attr=class,accentbg2]
I won't back down
[attr=class,bulk] In the midst of her drinking, Koru came to a very important conclusion. Beer is not good, not even traditional Hyrulian goron beer. The poor grain water had fermented for years, just to become this. Alas, what a tragedy. It almost brought a tear to her slightly intoxicated eye if not for Reverie interruption. ”Reverie! I should have known you’d be present to celebrate your military success.” Koru tapped one of her beer samplers against girl’s tankard before downing the rest of the horrible wheat liquid. Hopefully she could pawn off the rest of this to Reverie and get herself some bourbon or brandy. The Rolling Ridges had gifted Death Mountain some of their own alcohol for the occasion and instead to make use of it. [break][break]
Speaking of which, ”Our siblings are doing quite well. You can find many of them around the dance floor right now. You know how we are in the Rolling Ridges.” She cheered happily. Dance was a common cultural practice among most goron tribes, but the Rolling Ridges had a particularly big focus on it. Just about any good news was responded to with a good twist and shout. A Rolling Ridge goron would start a dance circle just for receiving their mail on time. They had festivals for it lead by the Graceful Goron, an honored position just for the city’s best dancer! So yeah, Koru’s troops were probably starting a line dance or a straight dance as they spoke. [break][break]
”And how about you, sister? How does it feel to return home in victory, surrounded by all the refugees you provided for?” Labrynna may not gain much from the reinstatement of the Hyrule royal family, but Death Mountain certainly did. She wasn’t going to deny revelry to a soldier come home just because she didn’t personally benefit from it. After all, Reverie was no more invested in the investments of Labrynna as she was in Hyrule. Perhaps she was kind enough to spare a thought for the well-being of others, but ultimately, it was not her responsibility. No, today was all about Hyrule, its perseverance through an illegitimate sovereign, and the triumph of the rightful rulers. Praise to the divine monarchy and the right of kings!
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jul 11, 2020 23:28:15 GMT -5
Konungr sat unamused—surrounded by men that wanted to do nothing more but to stroke their own vast egos; to flaunt their machismo to one another in a subtle display of dominance. The Earthbound giant fixed his gaze upon each person that spoke, that took the metaphorical stage and spoke highly of their feats on and off the battlefield. In between each speaker, the last more intoxicated than the one before him, the Goron took a sip of mead; the bitter yet spicy taste of this brew attacking his palate viciously; his tongue and gullet burned from the acidity, but it was rather tasty nonetheless. The battle of egos continued with not a single side showing any sign of fatigue—these stories threatened to go on forever at this rate. That was until Rargan called upon Konungr to cosign just how solid of a tactician he was when it came to war strategies within the fiery landscape of Death Mountain. "Pup!" The Juggernaut bellows, stone hand slamming upon the table which caused it to shake violently. Konungr casually grabs his tankard by the handle to keep the tall glass stable, stoic visage aimed in the direction of Rargan; a resting face devoid of all amusement and emotion.
"Kinfolk?" Konungr replies, bobbing his head to show that he was indeed listening and ready to answer the call. "Go on. Tell these Softskins how my tactical skill allowed you and your squadron of elites to completely eradicate an approaching invasion of Lizalfos!" Konungr blinks a few times before sitting up. Clearing his throat, he was on the verge of playing along with this little game of elderly men. That was until his attention was diverted to a newcomer—a complete stranger; two complete strangers; one male and the other female. All eyes were on these two—akin to how wolves eye the wounded game grazing off in the distance. "Then let us discuss this important matter elsewhere, Nex." Konungr speaks, slowly standing up from the chair and dismissing himself from the table. "I will return as soon as I can, Folk." He reassures Rargan before gesturing for the two strangers to accompany him to a vacant area across the way; far away from the toxic masculinity that radiated all around the table.
"I am in your debt, Nex. I would have been glued to that chair long past the conclusion of this festival if you didn't come along." Konungr speaks while leading the duo away from the loud bickering of older souls. That was until he felt it—a familiar yet extremely foreign feeling; a feeling he felt during the battle to reclaim the lost castle of Hyrule. Underneath his feet, Konungr felt what could only be described as a 'heartbeat'; the heartbeat of the earth. This sensation was much more intense than the previous time, however. It felt as if this beating was an earthquake; he felt like he could lose his balance at any moment from what felt like shifting and sliding earth underneath his soles. He stops moving for a brief moment, just for the intense feeling to subside; swirling lagoons of hazel dead ahead leering directly into a collective of bodies enjoying the merriment and good vibes. He wasn't eyeing anything in particular within the sea of bodies, it just felt as if there was an unknown presence letting itself known to him. "Nex," He attempts to play off this very brief moment of silence by addressing the duo. "...And your plus one," His deep gaze shifts between both bodies, face stoic as usual despite his welcoming and opening aura. "For an Holodrumain you seem rather well-informed, Nex of the Ujua Tribe. My words harbor no disrespect, but I wouldn't expect another country to know of me, ally or otherwise." His words are paused for a moment, gaze locked intently on the man before him. "Whatever it is you wish to discuss, I will grant you all the time you need to state your families important matter."
t a g s — NexFarrah Abad n o t e s — sike i lied you got fifteen minutes to state ur business here before i offer you and ya' lil' girlfriend to the volcano god on some straight aztec shit.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
It was a surprising gesture of sweetness for Koru to change the subject back to that of Hyrule and the reason for the celebration around them. The level of respect and trust was not lost on Reverie, who replied with a smile before downing the rest of her tankard in solidarity. While she didn’t have as much experience with higher-class spirits as the chieftain, she could also safely admit that beer did little for her besides dulling her senses for a while and stopping some of those more pesky and worrisome thoughts. The knights with whom she had worked for so long were much more on the level of Koru and had introduced her to things that were much more her speed, but she could appreciate the slight torture beer provided on the road to getting drunk.
“I am happy that we were successful. Certainly ridding the world of Eleazar was a good thing, and so many are able to return to their homes.” She quickly switched out her tankard to take another drink before her thoughts could go too far down the mogma hole. She was more tied to the Hylian Royal Family than almost any Goron, certainly more than Koru and Konungr, though hopefully Konungr would change that and develop a strong relationship with the new queen. Things had been hard on her the last few years, and while she was getting her confidence back, it was a process.
Something she and Koru had spoken of before, what felt like so long ago now, had been bouncing around in her mind since the siege though, as if she needed more to think about. But it was an interesting one, a potential goal going forward, now that things were able to rebuild. “Our city will certainly seem much quieter without the refugees, but I had a thought. I’m not sure if you’ve spoken to Chief Konungr about this yet, but you may remember our conversation on strengthening the bond of our tribes, as well as those with Holodrum. Now more than ever, I would like for us to be a closer family, so no matter what is happening outside, we can be there for one another.”
edited on Jul 15, 2020 19:12:31 GMT -5 by Farrah Abad
Post by Farrah Abad on Jul 15, 2020 19:12:13 GMT -5
[nospaces]
[attr="class","complanet"]
[attr="class","complanet-color"]
[attr="class","complanet-grad"]
[attr="class","complanet-shadow"]
[attr="class","complanet-imgg"]
[attr="class","complanet-imgg-1"]
[attr="class","complanet-topp"]
everything that makes me whole belongs to you
[attr="class","complanet-post"]
Nex's expression was priceless. Sure he looked like he was trying to maintain his resting bitch face and he was doing well enough, but the red face was definitely not there before. He also definitely looked down her dress, she didn't miss that fact. Not in a million years. But she wouldn't tease him about it this time, because surely he would combust if she were to call him out for staring at her so lewdly in public. Hell, he might even try to dive into the lava of the mountain. So instead she would give him a look that spoke of some playful maliciousness. Whether she would act on it or not was a mystery. It would keep him on his toes. [break][break] Farrah nodded along when Nex said they'd go kidnap the chieftain, and she thought to allow him the time over to the other man to allow Nex to calm himself down. He decided to compliment her instead. Well, it was an attempt at a compliment, but to Farrah it meant everything. [break][break] She could feel her face growing hot and a giddy smile replace her previous mischievous one. "Really? You think so?" She played with some of the fabric on Nex's jacket and leaned into him to nudge his shoulder. "That's very sweet of you to say." Internally she was dying, but thankfully she was able to have at least some composure, because they had just approached the table full of old men. [break][break] When Nex introduced himself and bowed, Farrah followed suit with her own name. "Farrah Abad." After that, she would let Nex be the voice of the two, since she didn't actually have any business with the man.
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] You can stand me up at the gates of hell
[attr=class,lyric2]
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] But I'll stand my ground.
[attr=class,overlay]
[attr=class,charname accenttext2]
[attr=class,accentbg2]
I won't back down
[attr=class,bulk] Stealthily, Koru pushed a glass of beer towards Reverie hoping she’d drink it unconsciously. ”I would have to agree. Eleazar didn’t seem he handled power well and I’m not particularly fond of what he did to Symmetry City either.” There had certainly been revolts that turned out for the better. Sometimes a commoner really could do the job better than the ruling. However, those kinds of uprisings also tended a bit… violent. And not in a way that actually accomplishes anything. Koru would argue that lost lives are sometimes a necessary part of ruling, but not always and the invasion of Labrynna was definitely unneeded. They may have been aiding the royal family, but Eleazar’s little army never had a hope of standing up a whole other country that wasn’t going through the same problems as Hyrule. Surely, he had to have realized that. She sighed to herself. What a waste of life. [break][break]
”I haven’t talked to him, no. Last I saw he was entertaining your elders, but I would still be interesting in discussing a relationship with Chief Konungr.” The chieftess had been explicit enough about her disproval of Hyrule that I don’t need to repeat it here, but the same was not necessarily true of the Hyrule people. While Zelda was running around doing who knows what, the Death Mountain gorons had taken measures well into their own hands. She was thoroughly impressed by their efforts to house refugees while defending their borders until they were able to coordinate an organized attack on the castle. And she didn’t even know about the dodongo problem. Additionally, Koru did have to biases. She was first and foremost familiar with the hard hide of a goron before anything else. Humans and hylians she worked with, but the zora of her land were isolationists. Labrynna had no kohkiri or gerudos, few sheikah or rito. She was intelligent enough not to make assumptions about any of those groups, but it was still easier for her to trust what she knew. She could judge a goron without having to analyze possible misinformation. ”Death Mountain holds a strong people and it seems self-evident to me that they would have a lot to offer in an alliance. We’re anything to come in the future, I would be happy to have you and yours on my side as allies.” [break][break]
She paused to take a drink, ”I’m still not so sure about Holodrum. The Rolling Ridges haven’t been in contact with the gorons there since they were cast out who knows how long ago. I’d have to look into why that way in case there was a good reason. That is assuming they don’t harbor any sort of grudge. Reconnecting our tribes would be a historical feat. “ Hyrule gorons Koru could see the value in. Holodrum gorons, she still needed a bit of a sell. She was as proud of her heritage as the next rock person. Obviously it would be better to have more gorons around, yet Reverie was suggesting a much larger undertaking than she was certain of. She wouldn’t even know where to find records that far back. She’d even heard that Holodrum gorons live in the snow. How odd!
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
At her most idealistic, which was always in her core but only came out when she was particularly drunk, Reverie wished for a peaceful solution to most problems. Fighting one on one with someone was thrilling, to the point that she might say it was her favourite activity to pass the time, but it was significantly less fun to participate in a large-scale battle, or manoeuvre around in a war where innocent lives could be lost or permanently harmed.
In that manner of thinking, she had always hoped for the most optimistic alliances and peace accords between the various races and tribes. The more interwoven everyone was with one another, with trade or cultural pursuits, the better the odds a random war wouldn’t strike up between them and ruin lives. And starting with an alliance among the various Goron tribes, or at least the two most alike in demeanour, seemed an easy sell for her. Especially because she knew where she was starting with both tribes, having spent time among both.
She was also hopeful with Konungr, though not certain of her place with him. His father had been coldly polite with her, which she understood given her off-brand choice of lifestyle and career, but Konungr had more or less grown up with her around. She had left the knighthood when he was still a child, and spent a significant amount of time in Death Mountain between contracts, then even more during the past five years. They just hadn’t had that much time to interact, especially since he rose to his current position.
But she was still optimistic, especially when drunk, and so she took the glass Koru had slid her way and downed it. “I’m little more than a runt who left to be the largest pebble in a smaller quarry, so I understand if it isn’t much, but I’d be happy to help in whatever way I can. If you need someone unknown to make contact with Holodrum, I wouldn’t mind putting my neck out for it. After all, if all three of our tribes were on the same warpath, we would have been able to roll into Castle Town and take it five years ago, Hylians or no Hylians.”
It was problematic, trying to face Farrah with his mindset. He couldn't give her the attention she deserved, or that he wanted. He self tense when he faced her, his mind ringing at the feelings that swirled about his thoughts. He needed time to sort his feelings. The Zora was surprised the Old Stones had set the youthful king free from their clutches without a fight. The Zora smirked, trying to maintain a semblance of sociability as he felt his skin crawl due to the sheer number of bodies at the festival. He was glad that his voice carried through the fog of voices, and hardly expecting the Goron King to accept his request to speak so easily.
As they moved off to the side Nex got a better feeling as to why the man was quick to agree. He wanted to get away from that mountain of noise. The Zora couldn't blame him. Farrah stayed close so it made Nex a touch self conscious. Nex always tried to be well informed of his surroundings so that he was caught off guard. Reaching up the man brushes his gloved digits through his cobalt hair. It was almost funny. More people seemed to slide into the festivities, but he didn't want to stay longer than. What was needed.
"My mother is a Hylian born Zora, as am I by birth, but I've lived quite some time with the other side of my family there. Lovely place." Run by a mad king. Clearing his throat the Zora would motion his hand. "I was sent to ask about setting up some trading, but that isn't something kings take care of." So it can be considered later. He glanced to the side, to Farrah.
What was the best way to present this to the man? He didn't want to sound selfish. He had already dragged Farrah all this way and demanded a lot of Maude. He felt he was taking advantage of his mother's generosity since she had given him the chance to come to the Jubilee under such a pretense. Shaking his head he would turn to the bodacious brute, his white gloved hands held out in a casual display to show he had no weapons. Of course he did but it was bad manners to have them in hand when discussing business.
"Your majesty," he would choke out the tile, prudently distressed by formality. "While my family is into collecting and trading antiques I am much more interested in the history behind them. If I told you I was in search of the lost histories of cultures around our land, would you be interested in finding a project that invests in finding our past in order to drive our future?" After all if you don't know the mistakes of the past you can't avoid them in the future.
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] You can stand me up at the gates of hell
[attr=class,lyric2]
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] But I'll stand my ground.
[attr=class,overlay]
[attr=class,charname accenttext2]
[attr=class,accentbg2]
I won't back down
[attr=class,bulk] Koru had to chuckle at her friend’s optimism. Her dedication to her heritage was admirable. While the chieftain did hardily agree that a bond between gorons was an excellent concept, she wasn’t so sure it would be as perfect as Reverie seemed to imagine. Perhaps she was being a bit idealistic, but she was hot off the heels of her victory so she should be granted that. ”You are much more than a runt these days, sister. Right now, you are a hero come home.” She pointed a finger semi-accusingly. She was maybe starting to get a bit tipsy. She’d had a good amount of beer samplers. She was misled by their size. ”If you’re looking to get involved in diplomacy to any extent, it’s not gonna help to talk about yourself in such terms. If you don’t believe yourself to be worth working with, why would the person you’re talking to?” [break][break]
She leaned against the bar counter. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be presence for the Jubilee, but she felt like she was getting close to the minimum amount of time to be polite. ” It’s not impossible to get in contact with Holodrum. I was more trying to say that it would be a great deal of work. I like your ideas. Being allied with other gorons could be very advantageous, especially if I want to avoid any inter-kingdom conflicts. But since I don’t know much about the Holodrum gorons, it’s hard for me to gauge just how much effort they’re worth. I don’t mean that I won’t do it, more that diving into a lot of political history and getting my nose cold in Holodrum without knowing their value is not necessarily very high on my priority list.” Koru gave a nonchalant shrug. She may like Reverie and enjoy her company, but the little sister was asking quite a lot of her and she was a busy woman after all. [break][break]
”Tell you what though; you’re really more devoted to this proposal than I am, so if you’re willing to put in the work to make it happen, then I’m willing to support you. If you want to make your way over to the goron mountains, I’ll provide you with supplies in exchange for a report on their potential advantages and!” She paused for dramatic effect. “The promise of a meeting to discuss the Pangoron Alliance, should Holodrum be willing. She thought guaranteeing Reverie cooperation would be a good offer for the girl. Getting a variety of figures of different backgrounds in one place together would be a difficult task, so having Koru committed to meetings would probably go a long way. For that, Koru would get insight on another tribe without having to involve herself directly to avoid complications. She might be buzzed, but she was still a smart cookie.