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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Stuck once more in Hyrule, though this time she was not alone. It had been some short time between her exile from the Twilight Realm, joined by a member of her guard whose face she did not recognize but took heed of the promise in his voice, and now she was hiding out in a small town somewhere in Hyrule. Midna hadn't recognized it, but she's sure there would be lots of things about Hyrule now that she didn't recognize.
Cloaked heavily, Midna keeps herself in the shadows of a near empty inn. Nowhere else to go or to turn to, she's sure few Hylians here would recognize her ever. But this was a small town, and rumors spread. She couldn't risk the chance of discovery, not when she had her own mission to accomplish. Her exile here meant that she could find the Heroes again, and hope they would aid her in her mission to return to the Twilight Realm.
The mission though, was going far slower than the impatient princess wanted it to.
Midna huffs lightly, a bit undignified, under her cloak and moves ruby eyes over to her compatriot. Balthazar. He'd been wearing the garb of a royal guard when he found her, but she had not recognized his face, just hope in his sincerity. He had not put a knife through her back yet, and stuck alone in this strange kingdom that was not quite the one she'd known so long ago, she had no one else to trust.
"Tell me again, your position in the castle. And why you chose to follow me? You'd be executed if found out. I'm sure they wish to send an example using me as well." she says, voice a low whisper in the near empty room.
The two had been jumping through the shadows of Hyrule, looking for any who could help her in this mission to restore her throne. And so far they had seen nothing but the passage of time and each other. And still Midna asked him questions, possibly to remember her time in her home, when things didn't seem to always look bleak. Perhaps she wanted to know the man who had jumped into exile with her better.
The Realm of Light was a strange land. There were people almost everywhere in the world, and none of them looked so similar to one another. From mere observation there were people of all different races, even just in Hyrule and not counting the outside lands; -- this Holodrum, and Labrynna, which were said to be on par with Hyrule in size and capacity. And they had spent their time searching fervently for just a handful of people at most? It was enough to drive him insane, though he showed the Princess no sign's of indignation or even irritation at the fact.
Violet hues met crimson red as she questioned him, yet again, for the billionth time. It was like she had to often remind herself of her title, or of the embarrassment she suffers... for the second time. "Nothing more than a gate guard your highness, and like I have explained prior," he said pulling his boots off of the table he sat in front of and straightening his posture, "you were not a tyrant, and be they Zant sympathizers, or not, -- they were still delusional."
Fingers wrapped around his pointed ear, scratching the inside with the tip of his finger before letting out a soft sigh of relief.
"I am well aware that death could wait for me around the corner, though I doubt they notice the absence of a mere door stop. Besides," he stroked his chin, "currently they do not have the power to come to the realm of light, I assume. You have the mirror in your possession."
It seemed that reassuring her royal butt was a necessary measure to take, as he didn't desire her to grow too suspicious of him. In the end Bal still had to come up with a solution to his current predicament, but from the sounds of it, as soon as she gained a few followers, she would be using the mirror to go back of her own free will. That was a chance he could, and would likely, make.
It was a bit masochistic of her, to keep repeating her questions and talking about the Twilight Realm. All it did was draw attention to what was quickly becoming a miserable circumstance, even if she did care about this realm and its people. She may be here to help sway old friends to her side, but Midna knew she couldn't ask for anything without giving them something in return, and with the recent turmoil she'd seen, she was bound to be able to offer assistance for something.
Midna nods at Balthazar, seemingly content with his repetition of answers, her dark eyes skim over the near empty room and she sighs softly. Resting her arms on the table in front of her, she lets her cloak slip down, revealing a park of her flame-red hair and soft grey skin. Not that there was really anyone to notice, and she was sure no one in this small town knew who she was anyways. It may be strange for a Twili to appear, but it couldn't have been that strange.
"I have a piece of it, yes. A rare fragment that allowed us to travel here, difficult to get since I destroyed the actual Mirror." she says casually, though the memory is a bit of a sad one, it had its purpose at the time. Now, she supposes, it was probably good she had stowed a piece away for herself, given herself the chance to see this land again. She hadn't wanted it to be like this though.
Thin fingers drummed lightly on the table, and she studied the lines in the wood below her fingertips. "I know few of our kind that would be in this realm, and there are few not of our kind that may aid me. Powerful as they may be, we shall likely be stuck here for some time. I don't intend to go back on my promise to restore the Twilight Realm and my self to power, but I should, frankly, be honest with myself and you." she takes a breath, raises her eyes to look back at him. "It seems we're going to have to deal with each other, and this realm, quite a bit."
edited on Apr 24, 2018 10:57:34 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Apr 24, 2018 10:56:44 GMT -5
★ HERE I COME OBLIVION
So the knowledge of her destroying the mirror was not so false, and that she had the power to bring them here with only a small portion. It was surprising to him to say the least, and his brows furrowed as he contemplated the situation and complexity of the process. Glancing over to the Princess, he was curious as to if that mirror fragment could indeed carry them all home in the end, or if they will have to find other means of travel.
'Perhaps the power to travel between realms lies instead within the blood of royalty, and less so in some mundane trinket.'
"I was steeled in that outcome the moment I pledged myself to your protection, my princess," he responded, "though it would make me happier to be home, where the realm is not so... bright, but it is not my happiness that matters now is it?."
Taking in her body language, he deduced that she was growing far more impatient, and perhaps irritated that there was little she could do about it. It seemed that the realm of light was already undergoing its own problems and she had not the ability to just pluck the chosen hero and the goddess born from the land like a grape from the vine. They first had to either solve, or wait out the problems here first.
Sighing softly he cleared his throat before addressing her once more, "If I may be so bold, my princess, I suggest we grow comfortable with the idea of finding some allies among the realm of light, ones other than the Hero and the Princess."
"I only say this, as they might help us become more acquainted with the happenings of this land, and in the end speed up the process of returning home in hopes of banishing the current plight that plagues your people."
Oh the princess was impatient, she'd always been impatient. Called tempestuous, stubborn, hot-headed, and reckless in her youth. These traits had made her a brilliant sorceress, she still was, but admittedly it made being princess difficult. It was why she had originally surrounded herself with trusted advisers, discussed with them everything about ruling her realm. And in the last four hundred years of her periodic rule, she wondered, if Zant had not cheated by using Ganondorf's magic, would he have bested her and taken her throne rightfully?
No, and no man deserves to rule when he cheats for the throne. She told herself, kept repeating it over and over since the day she took her throne back. Midna had always considered herself to be a decent ruler, capable, and determined to see the best for her people. She could be short, and many times she had to stop herself from doing something drastic. Her circle of advisers had shrunk after Zant, meaning many decisions were up to her alone. It was a test in her capabilities of ruling firm and fairly. She wonders if this proves she has failed. Again.
Midna hears what Balthazar has to say about his happiness, and it causes her to stare at him for a few seconds, studying the planes of his face. Did his happiness matter? Did hers for that matter? She had always had selfish tendencies, Link had taught her some about being selfless, and she had thought that by going after the men who had usurped her once more that it was a selfless act. Maybe it wasn't, not entirely anyways.
"It should. You are the only person in this realm who I can readily trust, thus, I will heed your words carefully and take your opinions on matter into serious consideration. I owe you no less, possibly more for this." she's sincere, earnest, determined to prove herself. Even if she didn't need to for this man, she would. Something in her drove her to.
She listens to him, nodding silently. It was a possibility that others, not the chosen heroes, would aid them. A consideration she should take, considering her choice in allies were quite slim. "I don't suppose any Sheikah would join our cause," she says dryly. "You're correct, we need to understand what is happening here, and make a plan. Something decisive."
edited on Oct 28, 2018 16:47:57 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Oct 28, 2018 16:47:13 GMT -5
"We cannot assume that anyone would join our cause, Shiekah or not. We can only rely on hope that our words can travel to the ears of those that would call you friend." Though brief, he knew small about the races in the realm of the light. Under tutelage he was given characteristics and traits of each surface dweller. Information passed to them from when one had visited their realm long ago; Slimey, smelly, and scaly fish. Pointy ear'd humans, and the red eyed assassins. The concept of the Sheikah always intrigued the young Balthazar, -their abilities, and more so their selfless duty to a family that would not return the favor.
"However, because of their expertise, I can perceive that the Shiekah would be the most informed of the happenings in the realm of light. It would be most wise to sniff them out for questioning at least."
Standing, Balthazar moved to remove the stifling royal coat. Revealing his light black tunic underneath. It was a feature he no longer needed for his rouse, or for protection at all. He could sell the metals for some coin and hire a carriage to wherever they needed to travel to, but on the other hand, --he would miss the oppourtunity to snicker and the princess's lack of fortitude.
"Ask around for these red eyed guerrilla's. We leave with what information we have in the morning. I am going to go partake in the horse piss they serve as ale in the realm of the light." He said before running his fingers over his face to conceal the purple color, giving it a shade of brown to blend in with the locals.
Despite her previous appearance in this realm, what Midna knew of these denizens she could fill maybe a journal page with. She knew of the Sheikah through her own people's history, and of the Hylians whom her dear friends were. Then there are the Zora, water-based folk who had been around the last time she was. And the Rito, who were not and she knew little of them. Little too, did she know of the lands outside Hyrule. Only that three major kingdoms existed on an isle that made up the known world. "I do not trust anyone to join our cause, as I have learned I cannot rely even solely on those I know in this realm," she tells him, voice soft in the near empty room.
"Many of the Sheikah have been split down the middle due to this world's ongoing strife. I can see who we can collect from the outskirts of this war. But I do not doubt that we'll find much more than stragglers." Midna looks around the room briefly before she drops the hood of her cloak revealing the long plaits of bright red hair.
She appears far less regal with the cloak off and without her intricate headpiece. The dusty black clothes she wore nowhere near the regality that Midna had lived her life wearing. She's near inconspicuous like this, just one Twili amongst the few. But there were still too few of her kind that she followed Balthazar and tinted her skin to a simple pale color. Her red hair dulling to what would probably be considered normal around humans.
"I can't imagine being able to drink that, it's barely tolerable." she laughs, and it's the first time she's truly laughed since ending up in this realm.
edited on Oct 29, 2018 19:35:47 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Oct 29, 2018 18:37:25 GMT -5
The sound of her comfort ringed in his ears. Piece by piece she let down her guard, and only time could tell when he would be able to complete his mission. Balthazar shrugged, his over exaggerated notion conveying the fact that he didn't drink for the taste. "I am steadfast in more way than one my queen," he said returning with a carved bone mug for himself, and another for the lady if she so chose to join him. "In the meantime, while we wait for the infernal sun to rise on this condemned realm," he said raising the warm frothy substance to his lips, "I am curious about your intentions when we return home with an army at our back. Certainly such a drastic action would bring the wrong impression to the people you are trying to win over, no?"
Though he didn't see their return to happen for quite a long time. They had already spent so long on the surface, and had no inclination about the efforts being made in the Twilight Realm. Did Zant sympathizers attempt to resurrect him? Do they merely wish to only illuminate his disciplines? Would Midna even be received by her loyal subjects?
They knew so little, and even less about the happenings in the realm of light. As it would so happen, they were about to receive some sought after answers from a sudden announcement proclaimed by the lips of a shiekah. He told everyone in the tavern about a movement made by the tyrannical dictator turned conqueror. Eleazar took hold in castle town. Panic would set in the hearts of Hateno's citizens.
"Perhaps we should seek sanctuary in the surrounding countries," Balthazar mumbled into his cup, "Though if this man is the enemy of your friends, perhaps this is exactly where we need to be."
Politely, she accepted the mug of the frothing liquid. It sat in front of her, the tang of it assaulting her nostrils. "Steadfast indeed," she says, picking up the mug and slowly raising it to her mouth and taking a drink before immediately setting it back down to cough. "What pleasure do humans gain from drinking this?" she asks, mostly rhetorically, she couldn't see a possible answer. The liquid was foul indeed.
She stops coughing when Balthazar asks about her plan when they once again reach the Twilight Realm. Glancing down at her mug, watching her faded reflection in it, she thinks carefully about that. What would she do? The army at her back was to quell an uprising, to stop those who had usurped her. But perhaps, perhaps she could take their new leader on the proper way. the Twili way.
"As is my right, I can issue a challenge for the throne. Maybe the army will be my support, to level the playing field some," she tells him, glancing up at Balthazar and studying his newly made tan face for a moment. She looked for something, what she didn't know, in his face. A glimpse of a plan, a reaction to her bold idea of fighting for the throne the right way. She looked away quickly when her own mind told her she was looking for nothing important, long ago Midna had learned that she would have to do things no matter what others said about it.
Midna stopped and looked when the proclamation about Symmetry City was made. Eleazar was the man responsible for much of the strife in Hyrule. Stopping him meant a good chance her friends would be free to assist her in return. "We could not be in much better a position. Except perhaps in quality of taverns. Assisting this realm could guarantee the assistance we seek."
edited on Oct 29, 2018 19:31:41 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Oct 29, 2018 19:30:37 GMT -5
"If you keep drinking it, you will surely find out why its consumption is viable," he commented in between their partaking. But now it was his turn to cough, --which he did, nearly spewing the fermented liquid from his teeth. He was positive she was joking, yet the fire in her eyes said otherwise.
"Surely you jest my Queen, to challenge another for the throne, would mean a duel, and you are no match for any kind of royal sword play."There would be ways around it indeed; perhaps she could anoint a champion in her stead, or be taught by a master capable. Neither of which he had the heart to be, but knew it might be a necessary step to keep up his charade.
The outburst was all to welcome as a distraction, to which ended with Midna's approval of participation. Balthazar simply nodded before finishing his mug. "We can't very well announce our support of revolution," he commented, standing from his seat, "I will tail this sheikah and find out where we can find any sort of resistance... -- which means you will stay here where I will return for you."
Slipping his hood over his face he gave one last glance towards his ward, praying to false gods that she wouldn't get any bright ideas about disappearing in his absence. "You can take the time to practice your inauguration speech." Quite the humorous quip to leave her with, his presence removed from the Inn and leaving to find out what they needed to know. Who stood against the tyrant, and where he could find them.