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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.
The sun was just rising over the tiled rooftops; its rays of light pushing away the shadows of the night in the early morning hours, and the smell of fresh bread lingered in the cool crisp air. Shops began to open their doors to the early rising customers, and store owners wiped away the frosty signs of late fall from the window panes. The weather was starting to turn; ice growing over carts and buildings, and the temperature nipping at soft pink noses of children as they ran through the streets.
In Horon City, the early winters were harsh in comparison to the southern parts of the isle --where it snowed in the year, yet they held their own temperament, getting quite chilly in conjunction with snow falls here and there. Auburn and light brown leaves dotted the landscape, the wind picking them up to only push them against the inner walls of the city to be disregarded and forgotten about till next year when they are renewed atop the tree in spring.
A hazy fog left his lips as he scanned the crowd in front of him; a tall silver haired swordsman who stood atop a pedastool, overlooking the individuals that had signed up to destroy the anomaly that appeared in the mountains. A special creature, that sent a chill down his spine in consideration. Unchallenged, the Lynel was a threat to the land of Holodrum, and upon the awakening of the blood moon tonight, it needed to be stopped.
With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, hiding away his rufous iris's as he ran his iron clad hand through his tussled and layered ivory bangs. A clear look of irritation was written over his young face, a muscle contracting in his jawline an indication that he was gritting his teeth rather hard.
"I know Captain."
A stern male voice, rather harsh and deep as it spoke out to him from behind, causing the male sheikah to turn face, his gaze now resting on a set of features quite similar to his own.
"You wish that more would have come... I feel the same but no matter, we were asked by the commander himself, and we will carry out the job either way."
His words were strict, ringing in his ear and causing him to roll his eyes in response, "I am aware lieutenant ... that does not mean that I can not be worried about the turn out... so few.."
Looking back to the crowd, he waited for them to settle before stepping closer, his hands behind his back and his companion at his side. With furrowed brows and a straight back he spoke out, his voice loud and clear as if he was addressing an army at a battlefield.
"ATTENTION! I am Captain Haku and this is Edric. I feel like we have waited long enough, unable to waste any more time in hopes that more will show. So with that, take a good look around you, because these are the faces of the people who will have your life in their hands... the same goes for you individually, we cannot afford any weak links on this expedition, so if you have doubts this is your chance to step away!"
Crimson eyes moved across the small crowd, searching frantically for any signs of doubt among the faces of the men and women that stood in front of him, settling on the few that really did turn and leave before his attention was stolen by a weight on his shoulder. His compatriot stepping up and his hand pulling him back softly he cleared his throat.
"What my brother is trying to say, is that this creature has claimed a dozen parties already... we know very little about the beast because no scout ever makes it back alive and we are walking in blind so if you have any doubts, leave now. Those that stay, will be rewarded greatly, as im sure a kings ransom can be claimed by its head."
Coming across crystal clear he gave a swift nod and Hakuyu furrowed his brows. "Grab what supplies you need, we leave in thirty minutes. If you are not ready by then, we will leave you behind, like I stated earlier, we have wasted enough time already."
With that, he walked off the table and began to prep. They coordinated the supporters who carried what, and the men who followed with their own arsenals. Surely there were not as many as one could expect from a larger expedition, just a few per group as they were not expecting to have to stay more than one night in the mountains.
After the time allotted, Haku rounded up the group before leading the way to the stables. Hopefully everyone could either pile in the caravan or have their own charger to ride. He wasn't ready to hold everyone's hand on the way into the mountains.
A long trip awaited them, trekking the hills into the domain of the Lynel. Hungering eyes scouting the rocks for any unlucky stragglers.
The Lynal, a terrible and fearsome beast that few would dare to even get anywhere near it. Sharp instincts with numerous experiences of battle and a sheer resistance to numerous forms of attack truly made such a beast something beyond that of a challenge. While that alone would cause one to be cautious, with it bathing in the light of the blood moon truly something needed to be done before casualties begun to occur.
Asthar couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued at the call for warriors to challenge the beast. The young king always did have trouble sitting still and in this case it only made it more difficult to resist. His land was in trouble and his people were in danger, that alone was motivation enough to slay the beast, but it would be a lie to say that was the only reason Asthar wished to fight the Lynel. Call it selfish, but he did have his guilty pleasure in taking on challenges he could fight against. It wasn’t that he was merely discarding his duties, but if he merely sat around barking orders he’d never grow.
As those that chose to accept the mission gathered together Asthar stood among them with a bright and cheerful smile. Instead of the king of Holodrum what stood before them was merely a young man that merely looked like nothing more than a mere low ranking knight. His outfit was rather basic as it was merely a plain light armor covering his torso with a metal helmet over his head. The helmet over his head was a bit big for his head and as such the helmet covered the top of his head and concealed his eyes a bit, casting a shadow over the eyes making merely even more difficult to really even make him look like a generic grunt.
When the time came for the mission to start and the captain took the stage Asthar immediately stared on at the captain, his hidden eyes sparkling a tad as he watched Hakuyu and his mouth a tad opened awestruck as he listened to him speak. His reaction was reminiscent to that of a child who has just seen a superhero right in front of his eyes. Ever since he was a child he always did look up to the captain and even wanted to be just like him. Sure he was antisocial and quite rude, but that sort of added to the cool factor in the young Asthar’s eyes. He was calm headed and his skill with a katana was amazing. He always wanted to grow up just like him and even though in the end he turned out quite the opposite he still respected and admired the old man a huge deal. In this mission he didn’t have to act as king, but instead he was able to act as merely a man working under the command of somebody he respected. The demeanor of a king was unneeded in this mission.
With the command to move out having been let out Asthar quickly did as told and was able to find himself a horse to ride. It was the moment of truth and once they left there was no turning back until they at the very least came in contact with the Lynel. “S-sir!” Asthar called out formally as he suddenly sat upright and placed his hand in a salute “Upon coming into contact with the beast do we have a plan? Surely we’ll need a plan of action both for combat against the beast and in the chance that the beast ambushes us as well!” Asthar said, his voice holding a tad bit of nervousness that is common to a mere grunt.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Oct 11, 2017 21:36:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps you could use some assistance."
A voice, rough and commanding had called from the side of their small group of fighters. Mounted upon a white stallion of golden manes, the young Prince stood among the Holodran troops quietly. In the distance, the footing of more horse of arriving members of the Heroes guild.
Dismounting, the Hylian royal slowly approached the rag-tag group, walnut hair gently whisking in the winds. Garbed in a blue and gold tabbard with silver chainmail, he was dressed for the occasion.
"My sister had given word that your troops would be going after the beast. It'd be a shame if we were to miss out on all the action."
It was no secret that Artemis was considered to be the best swordsman in all of Hyrule - one that most couldn't outbest. And although he was brimming with the confidence in his ability, he never outwardly expressed his superiority at the skill, or allowed himself to become visibly egotistical.
"In a way, I will be using this as a test of valor for these few courageous... heroes that have accompanied me."
Overlooking the ever-growing crowd of both spectators and participants, a silver haired maiden sat on a wicker chair. Her harsh gaze scanned over each individual, analysing them to gain as much key information as possible; muscle mass, social interactions, reaction times. Ashur noted several worthy participants, whose perceived statistics were above the average of the others she had given observed, but there were only a few who truly caught her eye.
In particular, a young man whose facial features were blocked from view by a slightly oversized helmet, that looked to be mismatched with his light armour. His perceived statistics were high in terms of physical features, as well as quick reflexes, but he seemed too in awe of the Sheikah who was at the head of the assembly that Ashur ruled out the possibility that he had much experience in battle for himself.
Satisfied that she had successfully analysed the ragtag band of potential heroes, Ashur wrote down her observations on a piece of paper handed to her by a faithful attendant clothed all in black. However, her job was not entirely complete, for she had come with more than just a cautionary eye. And with the sound of hooves coming from the distance, her true intent came to light. A man dressed in blue and gold halted the horse he sat atop, bringing the whole column of soldiers behind him to a stop.
Seeing this, Ashur’s lips twisted into a light smile, ‘It seems one of those exiled royals has come to take up the challenge… my intel was accurate, as always. I shall not make a move yet,’ with this she turned to her attendant, ‘but make sure that milord knows of the move that the princess’ faction has taken.’
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.
Black, with a contrasting mane of a lighter tint; his horse was large, muscular and broad rather than lean, a war horse by all comparison. Pulling himself over it's spine, he rested in the saddle that he had grown accustomed to these past few years.
Past the gates, over the sullen hills, the presence of the mountains growing closer with each stride. The familiar echo of galloping troops echoed in his ear, eyes meeting the source of the incoming riders. The corner of his mouth turned upward, not in a smile, but rather an acknowledgement of the Prince, his mindset bringing some amount of amusement to the Sheikah.
"You have Holodrum's gratitude then, Prince Artemis."
Eyes fixed ahead, the journey soon ended as they all approached their destination. A raised hand signaled the halt of their march, so that they may dismount and stretch out the muscles of their bodies. They were not yet in the belly of the beast.
"Dismount, and rest for a moment. We have a small hike ahead. Scouts pinned the beast in the crevice between those two peaks. There is a small valley, and a trail that leads to it but it is too narrow for the horses and we would be picked off before we could even get through. We go on foot. "
His voice carried over the small army, those that did not hear would surely get word passed.
An inquiry made, his crimson eyes glanced to the male that stood before him. Haku motioned for him to relax at ease, noticing his uptight salute. Odd.
"Unfortunately none of our scouts wanted to get close enough to spot a weak point, or test any theories made in the texts we possesed on the beast," he said glancing up to the sky, "The best chance we have is to take it by surprise before, like you said, it ambushes us. If that is the possibility, then like all beasts, we go for the underbelly and the tendons. If we can get it to stop moving, we can kill it. That may be a feat in itself however."
Looking to the gathering group, he couldn't help the thought that many of them were going to die, if not all of them. The threat of danger stirred his curiosity, a sadistic smile curling from his lips. "Let's go wake the beast," he assured to the footsoldier before taking the first step onward.
The grass crunched as his Armor-shod feet met the ground as he fell in behind the other Sheikah, walking in step. looking to him as he gave a nod. "Mind if I join you?" His voice was deep, smooth and gentle. His gaunt, hollowed and pale face gave off a sheen in the morning sun, as he gave a gentle and warm smile. His red eyes glinting with a slight twinkle in them, one of mischief and good cheer, of a man who was about to enjoy the hunt. His Short Brown hair fell at his shoulders to a dual set of pauldrons, covering over a full body suit of chainmail covered in a Half-plate. It was worn, battered from battle, with a Slight bit of Rust across the dulled Metal, the Faded eye of the Sheikah on the breastplate the only tell-tale sign that his armor was not some crude forgery, or perhaps it was. His hands were covered in Flexible Steel jointed gauntlets, giving him good mobility for his fingers, and his legs and hips were protected by a few thin sheets of plate that went down to his calves. On his back he carried a Small Forearm length Arming sword, Secure in the sheath. He was holding a Cylindrical shield in his other hand, It was made of Wood, with Banded metal around the edges, held in place with thick Steel bolts that had been put through the wood, overlapping it for extra protection. A Familiar emblem of the Kokiri could be made out on It's face, only slightly obscured at the top by the metal. This Item was in fact a home-made reinforced kokiri shield, as crude as it was, it was better than nothing, he figured. his Main Sword was secured on his hip. A Sheikah in full armor was a rare sight indeed, but he was no fool. And he was taking no chances with an enemy with as Fearsome of a reputation as the one they we're about to face. As a hunter he was both in and out of his element here, as his prey were not often beasts.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Oct 23, 2017 1:50:32 GMT -5
Taking a moment to relieve himself from the long journey from their home to the fields, he dismounted his stallion before stepping forth to face the others who had come to test their honor and fight the mythical beast. His face was stern; determined and scanning the crowd to get an idea of what kind of personalities they had before them.
What a pitiful crew. But they would have to do he supposed. "Not waiting on any others then?" he raised a brow, furrowing them as he stopped on the young man in the makeshift armor. He seemed rather... familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He dismissed the thought before looking over the others.
Just as he had turned to speak to Hakuyu, another voice drifted before them and he turned to face another Sheikah clad in heavy armor, prepared for the fight to follow. With a hand stroking his cheek, he closed his eyes for a moment before turning back to Haku. "The more the merrier."
His eyes looked beyond the path they would take toward the mountain pass, and he stretched out his arms before taking a deep breath. "We are ready and willing when you are, captain."
It truly felt nice to travel away from the castle, traveling about on horseback traversing to the Goron Mountains. While he did take the time to escape the confinements of the castle, this was quite the different feel. It wasn’t the first time he pretended to be a knight, but it was quite a nice feeling to take the role of something other than a king or the disguise of a rouge.
Hopping off his own horse and walking around with the group, Asthar’s eyes glanced around taking note of the surroundings in preparation for the battle. His eyes continued to look about, but he noticed a set of eyes glancing over at him and Asthar looked over at the familiar face. He was honestly quite surprised to see Artemis here of all places. Was Zelda really that worried about them that she didn’t believe that Holodrum could handle this problem? Perhaps this was something that merely perked Artemis’s interest? Regardless it was nice of the princess to send her brother to assist nonetheless. In a way things got a bit more interesting.
In response Asthar merely acted as the nervous knight and gave Artemis salute as he stood firm and straight before turning his attention back to the others about. The group was getting bigger and though he accepted there was a good chance some might not get out alive, Asthar was still willing to do his best to avoid that.
Standing alongside Hakuyu he relaxed a bit the moment he saw Hakuyu signal him to and he listened to his captain’s words. His fists clenched and raised to near shoulder level Asthar eagerly listened to the old Sheikah’s words and nodded in agreement with each word. Greatly skilled and knowledgeable as well, truly a good fit for his captain! They did not have much knowledge to go off due to how dangerous this beast was, but if they used whatever knowledge they had on combat it would be better that just rushing in blind.
It was time to wake up the beast. Just the way he said it and the way he walked on bravely, Asthar just watched with mouth agasp in admiration for the captain. The moment only lasted a quick moment as Asthar gave a nod and stood up straight giving him a salute. “y-yes sir!” Asthar said before drawing his sword and followed ready for the fight. He was excited, however to others this excitement perhaps looked more so like fear of a low class knight.