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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!
It was a long journey - to Hyrule and back. When word had made way to her people that the Gerudo Witch had captured several outsiders, Karliah was horrified to hear that one of them was her dear friend - the very queen of Hyrule.
She had made way to get in contact with the hero as quickly as possible, and now that they had returned back to the homeland, they would be able to properly come up with a plan.
They had a small camp set up as dusk fell over the dunes. On their way back, they had recruited a Zora who had gotten word of their dear friend being taken from them.
Now thee were three of them, determined to save their loved ones. With the fire glowing low and food being stocked for the journey, Karliah had agreed to guide them to Nynaeve's hideaway - where she would stay when away from her people.
It was where Karliah had assumed the hostages to be located. "We'd best leave soon. It's almost dark, and we'll camouflage with the land."
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 27, 2018 19:25:26 GMT -5
Even at the best times I'm out of my mind
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t baffled Link as to why the Witch had taken away Zelda. It was clear from prior encounters that she was very much meant to be kept alive in some way or another, but to be sent to a different land? Something was off. He had kept quiet about Zelda's status, intent on confronting the Witch about it herself.
"Good thinking. Though something tells me that cover might not be enough."
Almost as if an answer to his statement, there was a musical chime through the air, and Link nodded as if agreeing with the sound.
"Something seems fishy about this. I've read stories of the Gerudo speaking highly of this witch, but for her to turn heel and kidnap subjects? What goal does she meet with all this?"
He began strapping on as little of his armor on that he could, mostly arm and leg protection, and pulled leather armor from his horse's saddlebags instead of his breastplate. The sand would be annoying to clean out, but that was the least of his worries. His pack was thrown on over them, and the Master Sword was hung at his waist, instead of on his back like normal.
"I'll keep an eye out for the other prisoners, but Zelda will have to be the priority. I have concerns."
The sands often hid her hideaway, but tonight the winds of the desert were quiet, almost ominously. Nynaeve had been told to expect company, but being tasked with watching over the Princess of Hyrule wasn't what she had expected when taking her prisoners. She had desired to watch over her charges, not the whim of Majora, but she had no place in telling her Goddess what to do.
But she could still voice her frustrations, and Majora bestowed upon her a great boon.
She sat with Zelda bound at her feet, but her eyes were closed, focused upon another viewpoint, of sorts. She watched from other eyes that stood over Sappho, Alfonse, and Perrin, movement not her own, nor speech or touch. But there was the warm embrace of familiarity, that sense of togetherness, as Majora took her form and let her watch on in what happened. The inevitable heroes would find the first prisoners easily, but Zelda was further back, through magic traps.
Majora, admittedly, was excited for the prospects of what had happened. Eleazar had sent the hero her way, and from what she had gathered, he had tagalongs. Though he was of interest to her, there wasn't time for that, and she trusted her vessel would perform her task well enough.
But for now, some fun. She nudged the prisoner with the golden hair, the one Nynaeve disdained, and spoke.
"Up. I want you awake when they get here."
Notes: Gee Jade, how come you get to have TWO Nynaeves?
grimace arose on those beautiful red lips; pristine white skin contorted in displeasure; furrowed brows met one another at the bridge of that petite nose - Sappho was not in the mood at all to be diplomatic in her discussion. That delightful woman to whom she had opened up to, who had learnt of her deepest secrets and had divulged her own tragic story to Sappho, she had betrayed that trust. That despicable woman had given her over to those infernals villains who, though they had no direct contact, she found them to be vile in all sense of the word and wished to have no relation to them. And here she was, in their hands. A trouble which she doubted could have become worse.
‘Up. I want you awake when they get here.’
Those words rang in the dulled range of Sappho’s hearing. Despite years having passed since the last time she had heard that particular tone, there was no mistaking it at all. Opening her burning eyes, she beheld a sight that she thought she would never have seen again. A sinister smile twisted her delicate expression and matched the smouldering eyes that were dyed red with a collection mixture of negative emotions. From the fiery gates of her red lips came a single seething comment as all of her pent-up anger released itself in a few words.