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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 plains stretched out in a long expanse, scarcely broken up by the occasional splint of tree or brush that guarded the horizon. The sky was overcast that day, but Holodrum's sky refused to pour down its violent rains today, instead opting for high winds typical of the Doldrum: a geographic area splitting through the Holodrum Plains defined by sudden and violent winds. Despite the milky white cloud cover above, the sky still seemed a bit too bright. At any moment it seemed the fabric of the sky would drape over and the sun would shine through once more. The beauty of the world was in its capacity to change, so said a man Ploy met years ago when his head stood no taller than a shrub.
And in these quiet movements of the world, Ploy could not blame him for thinking that way. This was a beautiful day, perhaps not in the conventional 'blue sky' kind of beautiful; more like a 'quiet hike through the Goron Mountains' kind of beautiful. The beauty that hangs rather than walks or sits in place. Away from the skies, Ploy was currently gathering small bits of brush, stoking the beginning embers of a fire, and setting up from the remains of an old camp to save up on resources. He hunched over the flame in his armor, contemplating to himself the value of protection when his back will be sore come tomorrow.
With a bit of elbow grease, he attempted to stir up the flame into a great fire, only for a strong breeze to ease the steady flame back into embers. Ploy gave out a sigh, as he stirred up the flames once again, only for the breeze to kill the flames a second time. But the third time, he was smarter, and decided to put his back to the winds, blocking them. Like the other times before, he finally began to start up a good flame, but then the fire just stopped going. He tried to blow on it, but it only seemed to lower the embers back to ash.
In a stroke of utter brilliance, Ploy began to kick at the fire, completely snuffing it, only to plop down on the ground and hear his stomach growl.
"mumble...Some Warden I am: I can't even start a fire when the winds are high. Years of training, maybe one or two years in practice? All I got are 4 rupees, an axe, and an empty stomach. I knew I should have just listened to those snobs up north and did their dirty work for a year. Just had to be big and mighty over breadcrumbs. Big fool I have to be here, setting camp in the Doldrum, no foothills for ten thousand paces, at least. And I've just about gone mad and started talking to MYSELF!"
Ploy looks around, hoping no one heard his tirade. He especially hoped no one of note was hearing the young knight sounding particularly vulnerable at the moment. It would shatter his image quite terribly. The occasional canvas billowed in the wind, swearing he might have heard someone or something.