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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!
[attr=class,accentborder4 accenttext4] Fifty words for muder
[attr=class,accentborder4 accenttext4] And I'm every one of them.
Let me be your killer king
[attr=class,bulk] It was late in the evening, well past midnight, as a lone giggling figure stalked through the pathways of the palace. Stumbling and staggering, she sang a recognizable Twilight song loudly to herself, slurring the words and laughing even harder at her mistakes. With one unsteady placement of her foot, she found herself falling forward onto the wall for support. Her hair covered her face. She still held a half-empty bottle of wine in her hand. After a moment, laughter bubbled back up through her chest until she was sliding down the cold stone and sitting down the ground. She hugged her alcohol affectionately, trying to catch her breath. Glancing around at the dark, blurry hallways, she wondered where in the castle she was. She could have gotten too far from the great hall where she and some other nobles had gathered for drinks. A small conversation group and quickly devolved into a drunken party that lasted well later into the night than anyone had intended. By the time she had the cognition to notice the time and excuse herself, she all but collapsed getting out of her seat. She Letting her try to make her own way back to her room was highly inadvisable, but it wasn’ like anyone else could have offered her any assistance. They would all probably end up splayed out around the palace, asleep in strange corners and blocking foot traffic. It seemed that Damari was halfway towards passing out herself, lost in some dank passageway. Haha! How funny, she found it. [break][break]
It really had been a nice time though. There was boundless energy within the group, all sharing stories and having a go at one another. Not to mention the handsome twilight she’d been making eyes at and, in her hazy mind, he’d been making eyes back. Oh, how lovely to fall in love. Already, she could see the wedding, hear the bells. It would just be so nice to get married, to start a family, have a husband, someone to love her, anyone to love her, just anyone who... Suddenly she was crying. Suddenly she had a lot of thoughts and feelings. Suddenly she was whining near-incomprehensibly about how no one ever stays with her. She’s so lonely. She misses her ex(s). Also, she’s kind of hungry. She was a touch emotional right now, and she felt the answer to this problem was to sob into her chardonnay. She didn’t even like white wines that much. [break][break]
Of course, the nice thing about being in an unclear state of mind that she couldn’t hold onto her thoughts. That meant the good ones couldn’t stay, but the bad ones also went away. Before long, she’d completely forgotten what she was bawling about. Now the only thing going through her head was that these tears had probably messed up her makeup and she didn’t like that at all. With a groan and a humpf, she slowly picked herself off of the ground. She had an unsettlingly lose grip on her bottle and the wall, but somehow stood to her feet. Wobbling precariously, Damari took a step and continued loudly meandering towards her chambers