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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!
The traditional festival had finally arrived, much to the relief of those who resides in Lorule. A time of joyous merriment, of the races mingling as one, the Picori celebrating their return to the human realm. The sounds of accordians, pan flutes, hurdy-gurdies, and other instruments came from every street, every square, and many songs were sung, many dances were had, and many friendships forged.
But, at the center of it all, stood the pedestal, with the Picori Sword. Not the real one, of course, that had been lost centuries ago, but the symbolism still held true. The winner of the sword-fighting tournament would pull the sword, be hero for a year, a local legend!
But for now, night fell, and the minstrels came out, gaggles of people surrounding them to listen to the stories of old, listen to the whispers that this was the hundred year mark. Once again, the Minish Door would open.
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[attr=class,bulk] Lae stood at the entrance of the city, eyes wide, mouth agap, the pure expression of delight and wonder painted across her face. The city was dowsed in colors. Every building was wrapped in banners and flags and ribbons of every shade in the rainbow. The streets were lines with countless wooden stalls, each with vendors called for attention. There was music around every corner, food filling the air with lovely smells, and there were so many people! Zora, hylians, gerudo, rito, gorons! Look at all the funny features! Rocky hides and slippery tails. Pointy ears, pretty feathers, webbed feet, wow strange. She couldn’t wait to meet them all! Without a second more of hesitation, Lae race into the middle of the excited. She jumped at everything that caught her interest, literally flying between the games, snacks, sights and sounds. Before long, she bags were stuffed with all manner of things she was happy to share with those around her. Oftentimes, she would stop for the children and teach them how to win the games (she was a bit of a pro gamer, you know). She found ensembles willing to let her join their songs with her dulcimer and danced with any many people as she could find. She’d never gotten to meet many of the races home to Lorule but now she’d gotten to know so many nice ones! And of course, she made sure to say hi to any minish she passed by, regardless of their form. It was only proper to say hello to old friends from the forest. Many of them had probably wondered where she’d been. [break][break]
She was so busy fluttering from place to place, that she almost missed the start of the tournament. Thankfully, she didn’t really need a seat since hovering was effortless for her and it gave her the best view. She had started out by thinking it was all a bit dramatic. She remembered being visited by the wielder of the picori sword a century or so ago and she didn’t remember him being quite as talkative as these soliloquizing swordsmen. Nevertheless, she was soon invested in the competition. Instead of picking a side, she opted to cheer for everyone except the actors that were clearly meant to be bad guys. They got a hardy boo! In real life, those guys always end up causing trouble in her forest and she had to give out a lot of blessings for all kinds of heroes. It was most inconvenient so she was thrilled to see them fall in defeat, as was the rest of the crowd! [break][break]
Eventually though, things had to wind down. Lae knew as well as anyone that all good things must come to an end, but she was still happy for the fun she’d had. It would no doubt be an experience that stuck with her for the rest of her life. As the goddesses’ sun slowly dipped below the horizon and the noise dispersed along with most of the crowd. Still, many others like her wanted to hold onto things just a little longer and so they were gathered around by torch light, to share a few more tales. Lae really loved stories. It was interesting to her how much had gone on in the world like she was tucked away in the woods. She may have seen many of the characters featured, but she had never really known them. She didn’t see them after they left her small corner of the world and she’d never known what became of them. Hearing about all of their accomplishments, the battles and the victories and the magic, was as interesting to her as it was to anyone else since they were all hearing it for the first time.