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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 bokoblin fort's main tower-- an architectural eyesore of wood planks, torn linens, and rope-- stood in the horizon of the Hyrule Field like an overgrown tumor on the land. It was roughly around four stories tall. Surrounding it were several poorly built tents and campfires, including the armed vermin that inhabited them. Azad didn’t need to be on the cliff to see their hideout at all, he could smell it for miles. The scent of burnt meat and ash was carried by the otherwise pleasant breeze. But his vantage point just so happened to give him the opportunity for a good entrance as well. One he certainly planned to take advantage of.
As he continued to scope out the location with a narrowed gaze, he knew there was something he was missing. After all, a bokoblin operation like this always had a chieftain somewhere. Looking at the top of the makeshift fort, the rito reasoned the leader would likely be found up there, spoiled with the stolen riches he had acquired from traveling caravans. The latest bounty Azad had picked up had been issued by the noble de Grandpre family, who were fed up with losing their merchant goods to the likes of such fiends. They had posted a reward for the return of these goods and the elimination of said fiends, and the rito was glad to oblige. It seemed like something older brother would do, anyway.
So, straightening in posture from his kneel at the edge of the cliff side, he readied himself for the combat that he was sure would start soon. He ensured that his knapsack was slung tightly to his torso first, then proceeded to confirm that Sidhe was properly sheathed as well. Behind him was his campsite, and he would leave his heavier luggage there to return to it after his deed was done. The fire had been safely put out prior and his tent nailed to the soil well enough to prevent the winds from blowing it away. Taking in a deep breath and admiring the scenic view one last time before he departed, wincing when his dark eyes came across the ugly fortress again, he crossed his arms over his chest then swiftly spread them apart.
From the sleeves of each arm came a magnificent wing of white and green feathers, each swaying gently with the rich Hylian breeze. Not skipping a beat afterwards, the rito jumped off the cliff and let these breezes carry him to his intended destination: the eastern bokoblin fort.