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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!
It had been nigh upon a decade since a celebration of this magnitude in Hyrule, and the festivities could be heard for leagues outside the city limits. Countless minstrels led rings of people dancing, jesters and performers offered their talents for crowds, sober and not. Children played the games set up, toasts were had, there was a seemingly endless feast. Goron, Zora, Rito, Hylians, Sheikah, Gerudo, they were all here, and even rumors of the interlopers of twilight cropped up in the dead of the night.
It was two days into the festival, where the sun was at its highest, and there was a slowdown in the whirlwind of events, allowing people a chance to mingle. In the calm, people sat, spoke, and for the first time in a very long time, laughed alongside their countrymen. Truly, Hyrule felt united.
[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] Goddesses, she was still here, wasn’t she? Through what witchcraft or wizardry was she been tied down to his county! Koru had been expected to return to the Rolling Ridges days ago. She’d been so eager to get home after weeks away. She felt as if she could hardly remember the face of her craggy cousins, the slight alarm in their face whenever she spoke to them. Oh how she missed the mountainous winds, the sight on top of the cliff faces, the beautiful glow of the sun rays shining through the peaks. But no, instead her trip had to be delayed and she was stuck even longer in Hyrule, her most favorite kingdom on the Isle of the Old Gods. She’d kill for an actual goron dish right now. Death Mountain didn’t crumble their rocks the right way… [break][break]
So long as she was a hostage of Labrynna’s friendly relationship, Koru had to at least maintain appearances. She got along politely with everyone she spoke to while keeping her chagrin to herself. That also included being present for festivities. For the last 2 days, Koru had shown up to listen to a song, buy some food, shake some hands, have a drink, whatever got her through things quicker. It seemed like a very nice time for everyone, being united and back at peace after such a long period of turmoil. That was nice and all, but Koru really couldn’t be bothered to care. Today she resigned just to loiter close to the town square. She was propped against one of the nearby food stalls, absentmindedly eating something soft and covered in sprinkles, watching the people go by. Godesses, she was bored.