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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
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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 exhausted swordsman chewed the stem of his pipe as he walked, despite it having burnt out over ten minutes ago. He knew he really shouldn't chew the stem as it could break it but he couldn't help it, he had to do something to satisfy that fixation from time to time and this was really the best option. His boots clicked on the stone cobbles of clock town proper, the town always had its own rhythm that made it seem much more lively than most places he had been. The ticking of that giant clock in the center of town could almost be felt in the ground, everyone's actions syncing up to the passage of time it dictated.
It was downright eerie to him, though there wasn't much he could do about it other than try to ignore the fact that the town and its residence always seemed to do things with an odd synchronicity. At least the horse pulling the cart behind him didn't care to do things in time to a giant clock, subconsciously or otherwise. The sounds of wooden wheels on stone at least breaking up the monotony. He and the men at arms Liam had worked with had been hired to escort a wagon of precious cargo, and now here it was. Filled to the brim by a traveling merchant with all sort of plants, fungus, animal parts, minerals, salves and waters from all over Termina and beyond. Liam knew next to nothing about alchemy, but he did know that many of these things were exotic, and the people of Clock town were more than willing to pay a premium for exotic goods, even if they didn't necessarily know just what to do with it.
As the cart pulled to a stop, a richly appointed merchant extended a palm up to the sky, "Ladies and gentleman! Gorons, Deku, Zora and anything else you might be!" his booming voice echoing throughout the square, "It is I! Hasseeb! Your friendly traveling merchant, and I come with treasures gathered from all over the world! Feast your eyes!" throwing back the cover to his wagon, exposing all of what he had traded from to the crowd who's attention he had gotten, people began to gather, responding to the shill quite warmly, Liam sidling up between outbursts about "delicate minerals from the sands beyonf Ikana," and, "The kneebiting lizard that can cure baldness," clearing his throat, side-eyeing the merchant who grimaced. There was a stare exchanged before a sigh from the merchant, and payment was dolled out, "I can only pay you with this," a bag slumped into each of the men at arms hands as well as Liam's, and while there was the jingle of coin, the bag had more heft to it than that.
Rare reagents of some sort, though what kind Liam would find out in private. "Pleasure doing business," with that Liam turned to leave. He needed to find a more proper environment for this reveal.
For how long she had been in service of her goddess, she had never once seen the land of Termina. There was always the method to go, but she had never had the curiosity until the idle musings of her Goddess led her there. Much downtime was to be had while events unfolded, so why not go to an entirely new land?
The dynamic of Clock Town was rather reminiscent of the Castle Town of old in Hyrule, Nynaeve noted, and she felt something very... Off about being there. She had a rough idea of the difference between the flow of time between the lands, but not enough to see if that was what would place it.
Keep an eye out for the interesting. Perhaps a little scouting is in order, dear.
She crossed one arm across her chest, resting her other elbow on it as she held her chin, looking. There was much unique to this land, but nothing to her particular interests. Nothing catching her eye...
But then the cry for selling reagents caught her eye, and she turned, watching the crier handing a swordsman a pouch of some sort, and she felt a flicker of interest from the Goddess about the recipient. But, instead, she walked forward to the cart, looking upon the reagents and materials offered before her, moving to the front of the crowd. She still held her chin in hand, as her eyes flitted from material to material, before raising to the merchant.
"You offer the mundane and speak for it as mystical. How intriguing, I never knew a man could make a profession of digging around the mud for scraps."
She didn't wait to watch the merchant's eyes narrow in suspicion, but instead turned away, head tilted to look at the swordsman.
"Whatever he paid you, mercenary, I do not suggest using it. On;y trust the payment of those that actually know what they're doing. Not these shills that call themselves apothecaries."
Liam was engrossed in opening his payment--it came in the form of pipe-weed, enough that he could replenish his own stores and sell a decent amount to make a heft profit. Had to pay the bills somehow. While Nynaeve was quite right about most of what this charlatan was peddling as rare and exotic, there were indeed a few baubles and ingredients worth their weight in gold. Of course the merchant selling them had no idea what was valuable and what wasn't, though that didn't stop his face from turning beat red. The crowd looked stunned as the merchant peddling his wares was aghast.
Sudden laughter broken the silence. Liam was pointing and laughing at the merchant quite blatantly, loving that this woman had called out what he and his men at arms already knew, they had guided him through his whole journey after all. Slapping his knee, before the crowd began to break out in laughter, some people pointing but more than few people we laughing. The merchant quickly fled inside his cart, cursing and spitting at the crowd, "You!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Nynaeve, "You witch!" Plucking a vase from inside his cart and hurtling it towards Nynaeve. It wouldn't get too far before Liam moved to intercept, putting himself in the space between the merchant and Nynaeve, "Hey hey hey! You drop it!" He said pointing at the merchant, the swordsman seeming unscathed despite body-blocking a ceramic vase, it shattering against his upper torso, sending glass and clay shards all over, it was quite amazing that Liam wasn't cut up or bruised from such an ordeal.
He looked towards Nynaeve expectantly, wagering a woman who would call out a charlatan wasn't about to sit still through being accosted, though he would prefer it if the witch just left, though he knew that was wishful thinking, "You toss another vase we're gonna have a problem, you hear me?" Liam warned, though something told him that ship had already sailed for the merchant. The gathered crowd looked quite displeased with the show of anger as well, though nobody interjected, yet. Interesting, she was the second darker skinned desert woman Liam had saw here in the city. Perhaps there was a recent influx? He would have to ask when this was all over.