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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Finding the portal had turned out to be far more difficult than she had originally expected. The Twili were awfully secretive about their portals, but Circe had tracked a small group of them entering; knowing the tell-tale sign of magic in use. When she'd appeared before them, they'd been on guard, but ever on her best behavior, she demanded an audience with their new King. The Usurper, he'd been called.
She was unarmed, technically. Not that they needed to know the extent of her skills, and who would expect a Zora to be in command of the power she willed?
This realm was vastly different from Hyrule, entering flanked by Twili guards in fierce armor with blank expressions to a world void of the color Hyrule boasted. But magic hummed differently in the air, and the witch found she rather enjoyed the atmosphere it created. The shades of purple mixing with the black and grey around her, the sharp and severe look to the architecture spoke of power. And everywhere she walks, heads turn. Not unusual, a spot of white and red in a land of black. The Twili she saw looked like nobles, not peasants, dressed in finery that was so different from the nobles of Hyrule. But no less obvious as nobles. Part of her always detested those born into such luxury, it made one soft, weak, prone to expecting from everything around them. And Circe had learned long ago to expect less than nothing from the world and its inhabitants.
Yet here she was, venturing into an unknown realm, her chin raised and face a mask of impassiveness. The guards stop her at a grand entrance just inside the castle. The doors in front of her shut tight and decorated elegantly. Fit for a King. Violet flames flickered in even intervals on either side of the hallway she waited in. She hated waiting, even for a King.
Circe took the initiative into her own hands, besides, an unexpected visitor always meant an honest opinion on one's host. And that's what she wanted, to see if this Usurper King was worth all the rumors spreading into Hyrule. She steps towards the doors, hands out to push them open when the guards by her move to stop her. When the guards move to stop her, those violet flames turn red and orange, shooting practically up to the vaulted ceiling high above and stopping them in their tracks.
"I think I'll see the King now," she says simply, and without another try, Circe pushes open the doors into an elegant throne room. Her gold eyes lock onto the figure lounging at the head of it, and as she walks forward more violet torches turn to red and gold. She stops just at the edge of where his throne is, giving an appropriate bow as customary, and straightening with a feline smile.
"I would like to request an audience with His Majesty, I've quite an interesting offer he may want to hear," she says, and standing amidst a sea of black and deep purple, Circe cuts quite the figure, her white hair stark in this world with the red of her cloak, covering the black scaled armor she wore.
WORDS: || TAGGED: Zala'Vas || MUSIC || NOTES: the witch has arrived
Expediency is the mere shadow of right and truth; it is the beginning of disorder.
One of the things Zala’Vas was finding to be surprisingly easy was diplomacy with the realm of light. Under his order, a few select portals were opened in areas of Hyrule that were difficult to stumble upon, guards were placed both inside and outside said portals, and couriers began delivering messages to various interesting figures who piqued the King’s curiosity. While none had visited as of yet, he had received some general interest from the other side, and some sweetly-written letters.
Word reached him nearly instantaneously of the Zora interested in an audience with him. Though he had been in the middle of something at the time, this change in events was interesting enough to lead him out into the throne room. Since this was the first Twili to approach his court in person, he allowed himself to be dressed in his finery, the multi-coloured coat, the high boots, the sparkling crown beset with dark amethysts, gold, and seeming to slowly spill shadow around the sides of his head like a crown of darkness.
He had barely sat himself upon the throne and received his goblet before she forced herself into the room. A sharp grin lit up his features; not only was she the type to take what she wanted from a situation, but he could sense magic in her. That was good; from what Midna had said of the outside, magic was much less common in the light realm. This Zora, the first he had seen, was fascinating to look upon, and he leaned forward to listen to what she had to say.
“Intriguing,” he said, handing the goblet back to one of the servants, who quickly deposited it elsewhere, “you enter my realm, push into my court unannounced and unsummoned, only to request an audience of me directly?”
Something about her stirred the hunter within him. The bloodlust that sat beneath the ice responded to her presence, rising in his spine like it had found another like him. It was the same response he had to Vitani when he had first met her. The rising of the hunter’s call did more than enough to offset the freeze, as long as he continued to stoke it. “Fortunately that’s exactly what I am looking for in an ally. I am Zala’Vas, King of Twilight, and you are welcome in my court. Please, my lady, what should I call you, and what is your offer?”
“Circe,” she tells him simply, her eyes following his form from the crown on his head to his boots. She appraised him like any hunter did when confronted with prey, though her face remained impassive; giving nothing of her thoughts to the man before her. He called her intriguing, but Circe was intrigued at the demeanor of this King, the way he appraised her in equal fashion and leaned forward into her words. Interesting, indeed.
“My offer,”she continues, glancing around the room with a bored expression, “Is a simple one. I know you seek someone in Hyrule, I know of the rebellion laid against you and I have seen your people move into my realm. I know little of the Twili people, but what I do know is your value in magic. In power. Both things I happen to have in abundance.” As though to punctuate her statement, the torches against the wall flared red once more and continued to burn.
Her intentions had always been to be on the side of power. This King requests allies, though Circe knows his kind and knows herself well enough to know that they could so easily be enemies as well. But they were both far too smart for that, or she at least hoped so. Or else this venture was a spectacular waste of her time. “Your reputation proceeds you, Your Majesty. I have come with an offer of assistance because I believe we can both achieve what we want. Together.”[/font
She holds her hands out in the space between them, palms up. As though she herself were the offering. But Circe is careful and calculative, and she watches Zala’Vas carefully as she speaks. She intends to find the measure of this man, this King of Twilight.
edited on Jul 13, 2020 14:56:27 GMT -5 by Zala'Vas
Post by Zala'Vas on Jul 13, 2020 14:55:08 GMT -5
Expediency is the mere shadow of right and truth; it is the beginning of disorder.
Zala’Vas decided that he liked Circe almost immediately; her almost reckless confidence, to walk into the middle of the most defended place in his realm and demand his attention, was almost intoxicatingly wonderful to behold. So many of the nobles that had petitioned to become his advisers and strategists were nothing but yes-men and sycophants. For some reason they thought he could be flattered and worn down by empty platitudes. It did more to exhaust him than it did elevate his spirit; he wished to rule, not be worshipped.
So when she did her parlour trick to show off her magical ability, his eyes were alight. The guards along the edges of the room reached for their weapons, but stopped when they heard a single word, uncharacteristically loud from Zala’Vas, more a battlefield command than his normal fare. “Hold!” A handful of seconds passed, all eyes on him, as he ensured each guard relaxed back into position before he gestured to Circe, “My apologies, please continue.”
He listened with the same active interest he had been showing before. Once she finished, he nodded graciously, and spoke with the humility befitting his station. “You have certainly come to an impressive understanding of my people for someone with so little foreknowledge. And you seem to know of our quarry in the Realm of Light and her… frustrating way of turning our assassins into her allies. I would be most welcoming to any sort of assistance you could provide with your knowledge of your realm in tracking her down.”
He sat high in his throne then, his eyes almost taking on a lavender glow. “But what is it you would ask of me in return?”