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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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There was silence that stirred the forests, and many felt that it was the calm before the storm. With the threat looming of a goddess of chaos loose upon the world, many wondered if the Gods would appear once more to stop the calamity once again. Many prayed for answers.
But perhaps the answers they would receive were not what they truly asked for - and the gods would give up upon their creations and let the world destroy itself and rebirth from the ashes.
Of course, they could watch from the distance as the people opted to fight the evil head on, but the Goddesses, impatient and feeling particularly angered in the failure of their chosen races, decided it would be best to tear their world apart themselves.
There would be no world to rule if the Goddesses destroyed it first, right?
With each spirit of the forest erected in a huntress form, they would bring a wave of horrific power with them.
A bright glimmering light was cast down upon the center of a grove within the sacred woods, as a figure dipped her foot out and took a deep breath of the pollinated air. It was dusk - the tall trees blocking most sunlight from the foggy path as piercing amber eyes wilted to the beautiful vegetation.
"It's a shame that this world must meet its end. Perhaps the goddesses will grace it once the ashes have blown away."
It was strange; being ordered to destroy the most ancient foundations of the world first - where eternal children hid from the world and the patron deity of the forest cast its protection.
The Deku Tree would not stand a chance to her power, but who would?
She entered the outskirts of the woods, just beyond the Hylian Ruins and the borders of the Kokiri Forest. With one wave of her hand, she twirled about, twisting her fingers and let out the screech of a banshee, shaking the earth and growing three sizes larger - towering as tall as the trees and becoming rooted to the earth.
"THIS WORLD IS MY CANVAS,"she commanded, before seeping her poison deep into the soil as the vegetation around her was sapped of its lifeforce.
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Post by Artemis Hyrule on Jan 24, 2018 2:46:16 GMT -5
Fire glimmering low, the young prince hovered over the fire for warmth. It was his post to watch the entrance of the ruins, and he wasn't going to be sleeping for several hours. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed one of his eyes and let out a short yawn.
He had to stay up. But with the lack of sleep that haunted him recently, he found it harder and harder to stay energized.
That is, until he heard the scream of something ungodly in the distance. Birds and sprites fled from the tops of the trees in the distance, and he widened his eyes to get an idea of what was happening.
A slight rumble shook the earth beneath him, but stopped in an instant as he stood on his feet quickly. Holding his sword carefully in his hands, he slowly approached the forest trail and wondered if he should alarm the other guards.
Perhaps it was just a beast. But what if it was something else?
A careful peak wouldn't hurt, would it? He couldn't risk endangering the camp, so perhaps it was best to inspect it alone.
Taking to the shadows of the trees, he began sprinting in the direction of the noise, the faint glimmer of a divine aura slowly peaking through the lush vegetation as he grew closer.
Finally, a woman of nearly 20 feet tall came into view, vines and plants wrapped around her like a gown as it fixed her to the earth below, sucking the life from the plants at her feet.
Veltuzar had felt the ground shake beneath him. An earthquake? Here? That isn't natural. It had never happened as far as he had been here, nor had he ever heard about it. It was worth an investigation, at the very least. Veltuzar followed a female voice that he heard momentarily after the event, until he found himself at the edges of the woods. There he saw peculiar woman whom by her form, he couldn't quite make out what people she hailed as her own.
She shouted. "THE WORLD IS MY CANVAS!"
He could tell this would most likely not be a friendly encounter and immediately prepared his spear and payed close attention to his would-be opponent. He then walked out into the open. "I take it I can't convince you to not destroy the world. Assuming you even have those powers?" He mused. He nevertheless kept his distance, studying his enemy and taking care to look out for any sudden moves. He prepared his spear in a defensive form, although he had a feeling this being was of a magical nature. Even if looks can be deceiving.
"You see, I also have my problems with this world, but that doesn't mean it needs to be destroyed. I mean, what of the tea?" Indeed, what of the tea. It's one of the many small pleasures that Veltuzar had taken a liking to in this world. One that his people could certainly benefit from. Many of the beverages he had at home, he found less then satisfactory.
"I hate to disappoint you, but... I won't allow you to destroy this world. Not while I am standing in your way." He felt that he was at a disadvantage. Looking at the nature of this being was discomforting to say the least, yet he decided to stand his ground instead of running away. Perhaps a remnant of his military pride and chivalric code. He continued to study his enemy, and waited for it to make its move, still prepared to use his spear should this being get too close. "Here goes nothing."
ONLY PEOPLE WHO WILL FIGHT FOR THEIR LIBERTY DESERVES IT
The princess did enjoy the quiet of these woods. Aye, she assumed they obtained their name from the idea that sound itself became lost within the wooded labyrinth and struggled to find a home against the howling of the wind. Fog wrapped the trees and left a cool air against her pale skin as not even the sun seem to find it's way to her through the tall branches, the fog aiding in her defense reminding her a bit of her own home. This was easily her favorite place in the Light Realm.
Two shadowy hands extended from beneath her cape, their dark embrace held gingerly to a thin branch as the Princess had them cross beneath her before extending towards the heavens. Her makeshift swing was peaceful, her legs crossed over each other, bow string crossing her chest as she calmly enjoyed this moment of strange peace. It was nice to collect herself after an eventful day, reflecting on her choices of words and actions, studying her best course for her future endeavors. Most of her time thinking of wittier things to throw at her next opponent.
Unfortunately her sass practice would have to wait.
A rumble set it's course as far as the eyes could see, the earth rocked violently her, and while she did experience this second hand, the force was more than enough to raise her brow. She stopped her gentle swinging, as she looked upwards, a set of orange eyes lighting the distance. A massive creature stood tall towards the center of the grove, it's orange eyes seeming to cut through the fog like butter, staring into nothing in particular as a voice cried out.
"Oh?" Vanna responded plainly to the claim, what would intimidate others merely sent a tingle up her spine, a smirk dancing across her face and a sense of adventure many did not dare rival. Over 200 hundred years of life yet she had never ran into to anything like this. There was a first for everything right. Her boots met damp grass as she moved patiently through the forest, he body dancing through the fog, between the shadows and the trees with an unnatural grace. Her eyes locked on the body of a woman that left vines rooting herself to the floor. She was unnaturally tall, beautiful really. It was a shame her beauty would be captured by the few leaves she would undoubtedly use to decorate her wall as a trophy.
The forest would wither away before them, the trees while darkened seemed near lifeless now as even the grass recoiled becoming an unhealthy grey before her. The wet feeling replaced by cracking blades beneath her feet before she stopped, merely observing her once more. It was the voice of Veltuzar that had her change her focus momentarily. Grandiose as usual in his approach, the words he threw liking hurting more than any blade of his. Scoffing she knew it was a false statement, the man was a warrior, a soldier through and through and maybe, just maybe it'd be up to the Twili to defend the realm. After all, who would be left to suffer should she destroy them all within seconds?
"Be careful Veltuzar. Who would press my father should you fall here?" Her words cutting yet kind, a cruel joke she'd make as she took her spot on the battlefield, her presence whispering gently into the shadows as she awaited this thing's move.
n a moonlit clearing, a young woman groomed her golden hair while waiting for the kettle lying on the forest floor beside her to boil. Smiling serenely, she took the brew and poured it into a small ceramic cup to sip at the soothing liquid, bringing warmth to the whole of her body. She had been resting for a long part of the day, her body now recovered from her long venture into the Woods, and was ready to continue her journey eastwards. But, despite her graceful exterior and display of pleasure, she was harbouring a great burning flame of agony and pain within her heart after her experience within the walls of the Forest Temple that she was desperately trying to extinguish. With every minute alone, she was being ripped apart by this weight, and could find no way to lift it.
While indulging in her sorrows, she noticed a great many of her surroundings darken in colour, the solemn trees and their gnarly roots discolouring with an unnatural speed. Curious as to the source, Sappho finished her cup and packed away her belongings into the satchel around her waist and made her way towards the origin of the magical traces she could detect. Walking along a trail of ashen grey vegetation, the sounds of a voice reached her ears, their voice filled with an evident disbelief, ‘What... is this the work of Majora...?’ Alarmed at the mention of that hated goddess, Sappho quickened her pace and advanced towards the source of that voice to halt whatever plan that irrritating trickster had hatched this time.
But as she grew closer towards the source of the magical trace, she began to feel an odd feeling, as if a familiarity, that seemed to be distinct from the residual energy that she had felt when encountering the acolytes, but rather it was more pure as if it were a liquid gold. She processed this information rather halfheartedly, focusing her efforts on reaching the clearing ahead, until she broke out into the open space and the full extent of the situation immediately became clear. She looked upon the visage of that lady enveloped in vines, and observed her drain the colour out a nearby tree, clearly showing her to be the cause of the phenomena that had spread throughout the forest. She possessed an unnatural beauty that may have entranced any common man or woman, but all Sappho saw was a deep ugliness, as her suspicions were confirmed by the analysis of the magical residues that permeated the air, hanging thick as if with the intent to suffocate those gathered.
‘That is not at all a follower of Majora… Those wretched Goddesses truly have a twisted sense of humour, refusing my prayers, yet sending an envoy to gift their destruction upon these lands. I may have been relying on a personal reply from you for so long, but I think this is answer enough for both my prayers and those of all other’s.’ In one swift motion, Sappho withdrew her hairpin from her long golden locks as they began to shine with a holy golden light, splaying out around her head like a halo. ‘It seems that you wish to make an enemy out of all of the Isle. I’ll gladly help you fulfil that!’
How ironic that yoUr Mistresses gifted me with The key to your downfall
Post by Hollow and Blight † on Jan 24, 2018 12:47:38 GMT -5
"This may be our greatest hunt yet."
"Always thinking with your stomach, never with your head."
There was unrest in the forest that day, as if the Goddesses themselves looked upon it and all the inhabitants cowered in fear. Such an unusual silence caught the attention of the Skull Kid, pausing as they worked on their latest kill, cleaning it.
"You feel it too?"
"Yes. There is unrest. Do we investigate?"
Suddenly, the wait of a banshee sounded out, ringing through the forest, and Hollow covered her ears, crying out in pain. Skull Kid she may have been, but she was still tied to the forest, and she felt its cry as it began to die,
"We leave now, Blight! To the Deku Tree!"
"But we are not welcome in-"
"It matters not. With haste!"
In a ring around the large woman, vegetation was wilting, poisoned by her cruel magic, and it brought the former Kokiri to a halt, eyes wide behind her mask. The grip on her bow quivered ever so briefly, before she gripped it harder, and suddenly she noticed others coming to the aid of the forest. Blight licked his lips, but she placed a hand on them, walking over to the motley crew of defenders.
Their words fell on her ears, and when she finally had a chance to speak, she did so while looking up at the priestess.
"You ask the wrong questions, as mortals tend to do. It matters not whether they have been sent by the Goddesses or Majora, the affairs of deities are not ours to concern ourselves with."
The fairy hovered behind her, laughing quietly, and he smiled, flitting up to her shoulder, looking upon his prey.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? What Hollow is saying is it's time. We hunt, regardless of who they are. Is that so, dearest?"
With a small laugh, Hollow nodded, raising her bow towards the towering woman.
"This beasts threatens these ancestral woods, which I have protected for thousands of years. If you truly wish for this world to live, fight them not as an extension of Goddesses who forsake their people.
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The words of someone whom didn't belong there suddenly passed the priestess's ears as she turned to see an otherworldly being come into view. The priestess simply laughed, shaking her head in amusement. "Little shadow, you do not belong in this world. This does not concern your kind."
Before he could give a response though, another figure appeared. Another shadow being. How peculiar it was to see two twili coming to defend a world that wasn't their problem. "Aren't you supposed to be banished from this plain? Or do you simply wish for a death sentence?"
The other three were not in her line of sight, however she immediately felt their presence and averted her gaze to the heavy vegetation they shrouded themselves in. Upon the soil of the forest, she could feel their footsteps. She could see all.
She could control all.
"You were foolish to try and fight. Allow our Creators to let this place burn, and a magnificence will be born from its ashes!"
With her hands raising high up in the are, vines and tree roots began pulling from the area around them, slowly swirling and taking form like a thickened armer around the priestess, encasing her and connecting her to the world around them further.
Spores opened up along her long, snake like bottom half; fully bloomed vibrant flowers releasing what appeared to be thorns that projected into the air and toward each of the warriors. The spores fell onto the ground and sunk deep into the soil, as smaller, sentiant plant like creatures rose from the topsoil like an undead.
Six sentient plants rose from the earth. Three headed for the two Hylians and the Skull Kid. The other three headed for the Twili.
"Be careful, my dears. Should your skin be pricked by their thorns, you will suffer a most slow and agonizing death."
This confirmed it. Veltuzar hadn't just walked into any conflict. In fact, it was a rather extraordinary conflict. Never in all of his years alive had he seen powers in play such as these. Partially amazed and partially shaken, he pulls himself together as he notices the spores that were being launched towards him. He took a few steps backwards towards Vanna who had been revealed, while still maintaining formation, still more waiting to see what's going to happen. Then the plants grew in a rapid, seemingly uncontrolled and extremely dangerous pace.
Veltuzar turned his head to Vanna for a moment. "A little help!?" He shouted, surprised. The last thing he expected to do was address the princess of the very monarchy he sought to overthrow, much less request aid from her. But desperate times require desperate measures. "I'm confident I can use my spear to hold two of them at bay. If you can take out the one who'll be coming after you, then you should be able to flank these creatures while I distract them! What do you think? You up for it?"
He considered one potentially major flaw with his plan. What if these beings of the forest are quite in tune with the green atmosphere surrounding them and can see just about anything coming? He kept this in mind, as he tried to annoy two of the beings into going after him, using his spear to keep them at bay, trying hard not to let them get through his line of defense and looking for opportunities to deal fatal blows. Nor did he tell Vanna about the potential flaw in his plan, thinking that if she fails to flank them, he'll know it won't work at the very least.
"Come on Green ones, show me what you've got!" He assumed these creatures were emotionless and thus either couldn't hear what he had to say, or couldn't care less. But he took no chances and tried to see if annoying these beings could be used to his advantage. "Hey, you other people who apparently are around this place! I can't really see you, but it'd be real nice if you could join us!"
He put some strength behind his initially spear pinches, testing how much it would take to harm these strange creatures.
ONLY PEOPLE WHO WILL FIGHT FOR THEIR LIBERTY DESERVES IT
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Jan 25, 2018 15:33:36 GMT -5
What kind of magic was this? Just as things started to get worse, he was joined by two others - the skull kid from camp, and a woman whom he hadn't seen since their ventures into Castle Town to get the Ocarina.
In the distance, two twili gathered to approach the beast, but he couldn't gather why they were here in the first place. Or why this treelike woman was even here. Was she really aiming to destroy everything and everyone?
He took Hollow and Sappho's words with a nod, his sword held in his hand tightly as he looked around for an opening - but he was suddenly caught in surprise by not only the spores growing little flower beasts, but the thorns shot out in the air. "Look out!" he shouted before pushing himself in Sappho's direction, aiming to get her out of the way. He tucked and rolled before opening himself up in view of the other two.
Gathering himself, he held onto his sword tightly before looking to the flower beasts. "We can do this one of two ways, friends. From the looks of it, these spores will just keep forming to keep us busy. We need to attack the forest woman herself."
He twirled his sword into the air to cut into one of the planted beings before slowly progressing toward the woman; seeing just how far he could get up before she would try another attack.
t hearing the lady in the vines speak as if victory had already been claimed by her, Sappho’s serene expression showed the hint of mirth, a strange thing for the circumstances. ‘Fool of the Goddesses’, your presence itself has proven how this Isle is worth saving; having gathered together so many persons of differing views to fight a common cause, they have showed that they do not possess such stubbornness as to fight among themselves in a situation such as this.’ Sensing the strange-looking pair’s displeasure at her fountain of elaborate words and lack of action, Sappho bowed her head in an apologetic motion and changed her line of speech,
‘Masked guardian, I shall trust in your wisdom, for I am but an infant when compared to your time guarding these woods. I can bestow upon both you and milord a makeshift barrier for your cause, but it may only take a couple strong blows from a foe.’ With a wave of her hands, a pulse of light shot forth from the palm of her hand and washed over the forms of both Hollow, Blight and Artemis imbuing them with a golden sheen. The very second after she had cast that, a thorny vine lashed out at her threatening to take her out, but, thankfully, Artemis reacted with reflexes the speed of light, propelling her out of harm’s way. Using the momentum, Sappho leapt backwards a few paces while retaining the state of her ongoing spell,
‘I must thank you for the help, milord, I owe you my undying gratitude. But I would appreciate it if you used this opportunity to fend off those servants, as they may interfere with my spell. I am sure you understand that magic is a delicate art, and I cannot allow my concentration to falter.’ Turning her attention back towards the continuation of her long spell, she made a simple comment, ‘What a convenience that this enemy is formed out of vegetation, is their weakness not common knowledge?’ Suddenly, a manic smile ripped her face in two as her hair lit up with a fiery glow, the entirety of her surroundings lighting up along with it, ‘Let’s burn this bitch!’
A White smile broke the darkened confines of the shadow, bringing her into a surreal state. She clearly took notes from the Cheshire Cat as her smile bobbed, she moved her head melodically as if dancing to the man's words. A former knight asking for the princess' aid? This was a glorious moment. "All you had to do was ask, friend." She would giggle, slipping around the tree in a fluid motion before she would emerge from the shadows on the side of the tree, her bow drawn as if she had been formed poised to strike from the shadows themselves.
Her ink like features faded as she regained her blue hue. With an eye closed, the other trained onto one of the strange creatures. The barbs they carried, nay, they were warned about, brought an odd sense of curiosity to the woman. She wished for nothing more than for a creature to succeed and strike one of her allies, keeping her distance of course as she did not wish to test this first hand. The center of the creature was her most likely target, the string quivering in her hands before it snapped forward loosing the arrow in a violent fury. She would lean forward, stepping ahead and reaching for another arrow before she launched another at the same target.
He wanted her to flank? Such a simple task. But simplicity often left room for the most flexibility. Her eyes slipped towards the other two, unsure if she had even struck and slain her initial target. Hands appearing from her back, wiggling and writhing as if they had nefarious intentions. "Let's move." She cooed, the hands launching before her to grip the branches of the nearest tree. The hands would reel her in, her body moving gracefully as she rotated flipping in a slow exaggerated fashion. She spent a few moments upside down, her aim admittedly would suffer from such a maneuver but she took note of her enemies positions.
Flying straight above both enemies as she prepped a number of arrows, she would fire a sweeping volley with both arms stretched above her head. The arrows would fly towards the earth in a spread akin to a shotgun, hopefully if she could hit them she could pin them if not kill them. She would land, her back to the enemy before she turned, spinning and drawing the string back once more as if to prepare for another shot.
Post by Hollow and Blight † on Jan 25, 2018 22:24:50 GMT -5
"Four misfits, a prince, and a plant lady walk into a bar..."
"This is no time for jokes. Hunt to your heart's desire, dear heart."
"My dear, we're not here to have fun. We're here to find our purpose. We've been drawn to this encampment, this invasion of our home. I have watched these woods since their birth, and very rarely do Hylians inhabit it. Often, they cause trouble. But I sense you've different reason to be here."
"Hollow's much nicer about it than I am. We feel drawn here, but I can't tell if it's destiny or hunger. Guess that's up to you."
This abomination was twisting nature to her will, calling the very vegetation from the soil to fight for her corrupted cause. Hollow bit her lip, eyes darting from one beast to the next, but there was active growl from Blight, staring at the priestess.
"You heathen! Get out of our forest!"
Hollow didn't have the time to stop him before he darted out, out of the range of the barrier erected around them, but it didn't stop her from reaching out, before cursing and retreating back. She felt pure rage coming from his side of their bond, and knew that he was acting off primal instinct, off pure rage. With a deep breath, she raised her bow, calling out.
"Try and keep your distance! We can't risk these thorns affecting any of us."
Seeming to shake off his rage, he acknowledged her words, and instead of attacking, darted forward, flying higher. He looked down upon his partner, eyes flashing as he grinned.
"I'll be your eyes. Dance, little lamb!"
With a nod, a thick mist began to trail behind where she moved, and there was one last blue flash of her eyes before she was hidden in the mist.
Let's test this theory... Can they sense me, or is it only based off her sight?
Slowly she stalked around, closer to the rest of the party, still in her fog, which was expanding out even further. Through Blight's eyes, she could see the enemy well enough, and when she felt she was suitably positioned, about 15 feet to Sappho and Artemis' left, she drew her bow, silver energy flickering to life seconds before the string twanged, followed by two more, at the beasts that were approaching her.
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The priestess turned her head as each of her younglings approached the group. In a swift turn, it appeared as though the crew had quickly reacted with attacks. She knew that they would, and it was only the beginning.
As each of them darted from the poisonous thorns, she took note of the male twili assuming position against one of her kin, prodding and impaling one by the bud. It became limp and crumbled to ash and acid, falling to the ground and causing the soil to simmer. Before Veltuzar would be able to attack the other one though, the acid would splash across his weapon in its swift movement, causing it to further spill onto his exposed skin.
[@veltuzar BURNED SKIN, MINOR]
A sword had cut into one of the other plant children, and yet another was destroyed, however the Priestess took note of the prince's movements, chuckling to herself has he drew himself near. From underneath him the roots of the trees that tangled around her danced at his feat, catching him from moving any closer, until they began to slowly wrap around his body.
Two more plants shot down by arrows as the young twilight princess went into action, but the Priestess had more concerns.
The next movements that caught the priestess's attention was the young immortal whom had the fiery hair. She froze for a moment, curious to see how the woman would manage to pull this off, as flames slowly scattered on the earth around her.
The flames slowly approached the planted creatures but one of them was suddenly hit with an arrow that came from a mist. "Trying to hide? That won't work, my dear." Again, roots from beneath the soil rose up and tangled with the feet of the corrupted Kokiri.
But quickly, before she could react fast enough, the fires grew closer and snapped at the roots farthest from her, causing her to react by removing herself from the surface. Like a shell, she twirled out of her wooden cocoon and the roots suddenly grew limp and fell from Hollow and Artemis, but it was aggressive, pushing them away forcefully into the trees.
Her arrows flew true, disposing of the creatures that came her way with finesse enough for the lot of them. Her threat proving empty as she held her bow proud trained on nothing but blank space and bubbling pools of acid. The sound of the ground churning left her with a strange sense of dread as she wondered what kind of magic could further turn dust to something else. Her interest in these creatures would only increase with each passing moment before she chimed in once again. "You had one job, Veltuzar." Her remark falling onto the wound he had succumb to during his time poking at the beasts. From this she had learned the importance of distance, range would prove to be her friend against these beasts, however she was unsure if the same could be said about the woman before them.
She had yet to develop a plan of attack, did she strike now and take her attention onto herself, praying her mobility would keep her safe? Or did she bide more time and hope some flashing red orb would appear on her back begging for a perfectly placed shot? She dropped her bow, relieving the tension in the string as it's sight became trained onto the earthen soil. The crunching of the grass a bit obnoxious for even her, she hated how it felt to move across this plain, the woman's magic removing many of her stealthier options, she'd have to be airborne to be quiet, but even the sound of rushing air would likely alert her without sufficient distraction. She hold her hip, wrapping her fingers against her armor as she hated the idea of being a slow moving aerial target.
She had witnessed the vines come from the Earth to strike the two men(?) on her right hand side, but she had not seen enough to know if the trees would be suitable allies. Vanna was drawing a blank. She was not equip properly enough to brute force her way through, nor did she wish to expose to much of her own power out of fear of the woman's gaze. She could not become predictable, but also could not afford to act carelessly as shown to her by both Vel and the other two. However she did see something worth mentioning.
The flames scared the woman enough to force her backwards, away from the shell she had produced and back onto her own two feet.
She's a plant. Of course she feared fire.
Vanna raised a brow as she developed a quick plan of action, the ash and acid seeping and falling apart from the mound of woman that was left behind and into a danger concoction. She was careful, but she had to try something, she needed to figure a way to access the flames to enhance her own arrows. She quickly darted backwards, for now she needed to bide her time for the flames to grow closer, or she could communicate but what were the odds the woman wouldn't hear her and wish to stop her? Did she even want to group up close enough to whisper to her, or was the plan to separate them and sentence them to death? There were too many things she didn't not know opening as she discovered a single thing.
The woman would hop backwards, both hands wrapping around her shoulders and thusly around her neck like a scarf in an attempt to prvent the ash from affecting her. Tightly they pressed against her skin as she darted around, skirting the edge of the growing pool of bubbling madness, getting close enough to the edge of the blaze to steal it's wrath for herself. Drawing an arrow she scraped it against the flames, lighting the wood as the metal tip would find no success in that department. She hadn't much time as the flames danced to her gauntlets, kissing them as she peered through the blaze, awaiting a clearer shot through the ash, she needed at least see a form. The arrow crackled as one of the inky monstrosities released her neck and held a branch above her, reeling her up a small distance above the ground, hoping to avoid the oncoming wave as she loosed three shots, only one of them ablaze.
At this point she hoped the trees would be all bark and no bite. May Majora keep this tree from biting her in the ass.
eeing the success of her magic, Sappho let out an exhausted smile as she leant against the dull bark of a tall-trucked tree, much of her stamina having been lost. Her concerns were quickly raised once more as she spied both Artemis and Hollow fall as they were released from the vines that entangled their limbs, producing a dull sound that emphasised the severity of their injuries. Making her way over to the side of Artemis, she knelt down and offered him aid in the form of a soothing paste,
‘Milord, I hope you do not mind my proximity, but I am afraid that if I do not help you at this moment then the pain may become too much to bear.’ Having carefully applied the paste onto the back of Artemis’ neck, she gently massaged it into the skin further. Sure that it was done thoroughly enough, she glanced across to the direction that Hollow had been, but all she saw was a raging fire that blocked her vision. Initially worried for her safety, Sappho was unsure whether to find out about her, but clear movements from within the smoke on the other side indicated otherwise, encouraging Sappho to believe in Hollow’s own wisdom and prevailing endurance.
Turning back to Artemis, she addressed their current situation, ‘I do believe, milord, that we must take the high ground to avoid the increasing threats on the forest floor. The pain in your neck should have decreased enough for you to move without feeling like burning steel was pierced through, but you should ensure that you do not participate in any strenuous activities for the while. Is what would say if not faced with a situation like this. Unfortunately, we have no room to allow for such luxuries as waiting.’ As if to illustrate her point, the smell of rotting vegetation intensified.
‘It seems that not only did my fire extend past the point of control, but that servant of the Goddesses has released some strange digestive juices from within her wooden belly. We have no time to waste now.’ Struggling to her feet, Sappho made her way to the tallest tree she could find and scaled its trunk, slumping down on a high branch.