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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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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
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[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] You can stand me up at the gates of hell
[attr=class,accentborder2 accenttext2] But I'll stand my ground.
I won't back down
[attr=class,bulk] Koru made her way down one of the many hallways on Lynna Castle, her footsteps echoing into the large emptiness. The polished corridors felt much different than the carved out stone of the Rolling Ridges. No longer could she confidently give out commands or walk into town to have everyone's eyes on her. She really was a kind of celebrity back home and she missed the attention dearly. Well, she supposed she was still a high enough rank to give basic orders to the guards and she did bring a couple advisors with her to help with certain affairs, but it wasn't quite the same. Reaching the end of the hall, she opened a large wooden door into a wide foyer. Wooden doors, how silly. The room was a wide space, aligned neatly with long wooden tables and seats. She navitaged towards the head table but stopped just short of it. While she liked to consider herself a true noble, she wouldn't be so folly as to take up one of the royal family's seats. Even if she had her disagreements, she still had to show them the same respect as anyone else. [break][break]
Nobility was born right that delivery the utmost reverence whether they deserved it or not. Of course, you could say the same thing about her and she would agree. She was fully aware that many of her citizens and subordinates felt the same way, even if they followed the correct etiquette. It was only natural for any leadership position, which is why her court was welcome to say whatever they like so long as they still showed her the proper respect. She wasn't the only ruling class to allow freedom of speech. Plenty of others gave others a platform to voice their opinions, usually just to pretend commoners had some influence over their governing or trying to gain their loyalty. But Koru didn't put much value in loyalty. She thought it was folly to try and get people act outside of their own self interest just for her sake. It was certainly possible, but it was also transparently flimsy and ineffective. Benevolence wasn't unheard of, but everyone was quite aware that the upper class was usually only interested in their own wealth and once they remembered, that devotion would quickly evaporate. She preferred to be in the business of ruling effectively in a way that actually accomplished things actually. She'd never been fond of optics. She had no personal investment in the individual lives of her people and she made no attempt to appear otherwise. The only reason she worked towards their betterment was because it was her job. No one in her court was under the impression that she was particularly moral. Yet she was able to keep her position because unless you were fairly greedy, it was simply more productive to govern in a way that prevented people from dying. Not always. She wasn't afraid to make sacrificial decision if she had to, but more often than not. There were not many others of the upper class who were so upfront about their motivation as her, but she thought there ought to be. It seemed such a waste of time to play trivial games of deceit when you could just move towards your goals directly and freely. [break][break]
But her philosophizing was neither here nor there. She flagged down a squire wandering the dining hall and requested food and drink. Koru was already well known as an honest, if unprincipled, figured. Her influence over the goron tribe and the Rolling Ridges was why she was here in the first place. She was once again being dragged across the country for tedious, elongated political work, voting, negotiations, listening to speakers, voting again, advising, voting once more. After the first hour it felt as if he positions should be clear and could be counted, but apparently everyone had to double and triple check so often. She much prefer being able to simply decide the best course of action and take it without having to factor in other insignificant individuals. Regardless she'd been housed at this chilly castle for some days now and would be there a few more. As the lad returned with her dinner, she made a mental note to remember to bring a cook next time. She had to relearn each time she arrived in Lynna how human the cuisine was. The sedimentary they served in this low elevation was pitiful. It made her long for the savory igneous of home. The quality of life perks were certainly nice, but holding a position of power had its downsides. She sighed longingly before relenting and crunching into her rocks. She did her best to enjoy it looking over a small spread of documents she'd need to be familiar with for her coming conferences. Woe was the goron chieftain.