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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 24, 2018 21:34:30 GMT -5
fear doesn't rule me, not anymore
He had left the chunk of ore on his bedside table for days now, looking at it and the shards of the once mighty blade, almost as if in a meditation. The Heroes had searched far and wide for a blacksmith, and while the search was difficult, a Goron had been brought in to help with the process. In the days waiting, though, he had stayed in his room, leaving only to speak with Zelda on the wisdom the sword spirit had confided in him.
She spoke to him of the process of divine forging, telling the story of the sword's creation, the process that they would have to take to finish the task. She told him stories of his ancestor, the chosen Hero of Hylia, and she told him of courage, of bravery.
And then the day came. Many hours were spent in the forge, the chunk of ore slowly being refined as it was melted down to a molten state, slag and impurities carefully removed. The shards were laid out, and the sword was silent. There was a tightness in Link's chest as he waited for his task, clutching the hammer he would be using to weld the pieces together. The guard, grip, and pommel laid to the side, well away from the area of work, to wait until they were needed.
At long last, though, the ore was presented to him, as a molten bar, and he followed the instructions he was given. Though most of the blade was there, there were sections that were beyond repair, sections that had to be replaced by the divine ore. With precise instructions, a new V-shape was forged, what would become a new edge for the sword. Gently, the shards were placed in, like a puzzle, among other pieces of the raw ore, and were driven together with the first strikes, welding old metal and new with every strike. When it was held together enough to not just fall apart, the whole of the blade was put into the fire by the Goron, though no amount of heating brought it to a cherry-red glow.
Suddenly, insight came to the Hero, and he took the tongs holding the blade. The voice fromt he sword whispered to him of the grace of Hylia, how it was her first servant.
How it held Hylia's power.
A once red-burning fire grew white, and the sword took on the glow desired. Almost as if he wasn't there, Link removed it without instruction, and began hammering away at it, The emtal stretching to the desired shape. When he was done, it returned to the fire, and the process repeated twice more before he dunked it in the oil meant to quench it. As the flames licked up the blade, there was a semblance of divine magic that danced through it he could feel, somehow. But the flames lingered as it was removed, dancing on cooled metal, an impossible feat. But it burned on blues and silvers, and when it was finally quenched in water, what came out was something familiar to you, but all the same.
The Master Sword was reforged.
It took some time to polish, sharpen, and test the durability of the blade, but when he took the time to put the pommel and guard back on, it was like he had regrown a lost arm. As before, the blade was almost an extension of his own arm.
There was only one more task. That day, he returned to the Temple of Time, before the pedestal which the master Sword was to rest when not in use. Its spirit explained to him the story of his rebirth, of the steps that had to be taken to free him, and that this would be his connection to Hylia's power. And when it was returned to the pedestal...
The reforge had been complete for some time, and for the first time since his revival, Link found himself training against the soldiers. Zelda was out on a mission, one she deemed safe enough to do on her own. They had their goodbyes, but for once, he was able to fill his days.
But then a letter came in, a letter from Hyrule Castle, delivered by a Gerudo, and when he read it, his eyes went wide. Without warning, the Hero took his new sword, sheathed it, and hopped on his horse without a second thought, cloak flowing in the wind. he rode for a day and a night with little rest, taking a short reprive before entering the place ha hadn't been in some time.
The guards there were expecting him, and he was escorted without harassment. As he entered the doors of the castle, he stormed off to the throne room, doop slamming open as he charged through to face the man the letter had come from.
"So you're him... Where is she? I got the letter, you know something."
His hand went to his sword, but he didn't draw it, not just yet.
He was a busy man. He was dealing with the newly captured prisoners for his little experiment with others who shared similar ideals as him. If they all snatched people at the same time... who would come to save them? Were they truly worthy of being saved and would their saviors come for them?
Still, he found time to allow safe passage for the hero. Someone who he was dying to meet since he was all grown up again. With one leg crossed over the other, the false king slouched in his throne with his blue garbs pressed over his body. Dragon mask slightly pushed to the side, he took a deep breath as he took the hero's appearance in carefully.
"Is that truly a way to address your King?" Eleazar raised a brow, his chin resting against the palm of his hand. "Think carefully about your words. They could jeapordize your precious lover's life."
He paused for a moment, sighing as he then shook his head. "No, that would be rude of me, wouldn't it? I'm actually here to ask for your help," he smirked. "You see, I have a proposition for you. My dear goddess came to me with news of your beloved. Sent her off to the parallel world of Termina. Have you ever heard of it?"
He stood from the chair and sighed. "It puts a little... damper in my plans, you see. While I respect her decision, if I allow her to fall into the Emperor's hands, she may die. So I've requested your presence to ask a favor... and perhaps a proposition."
"Tell your men to stand down from my troops and go save her from that evil man. When word comes that the soul of Hylia has been trapped in their little world, he will wed her and lock her away for himself. I offer you safe passage to Termina, but in return, I ask you two things. Tell your troops to stand down, and a favor, undecided, for a later date."
Post by Link Queensguard on Apr 27, 2018 11:50:02 GMT -5
fear doesn't rule me, not anymore
"You know, I don't think I've ever met a king I actually liked. So forgive me if I don't respect your rule as much as you think I should."
His hand dropped from his sword, and instead crossed over his chest, as he listened to the requests given to him. When they were done, he stood in silent contemplation. There wasn't much of a choice if a goddess - most likely the one Zelda had told him about- had taken her to this other land, but he also knew making a deal with this tyrant would be problematic in the future. Finally, his eyes met Eleazar's.
"Your help in this regard is appreciated, but I can't help but think that dropping our defenses works in our benefit, and too much in yours. If I assume your plans directly, her coming to harm works out of your benefit, and leaving to get her yourself leaves you too vulnerable. A courageous man would say you almost seem desperate. Desperate enough to ask of help from me.
I'll comply to the laying down of arms, but only if it comes in the form of a ceasefire until I have retrieved Zelda and ensured she is safe. You have your deal, though I want to hear how you plan on getting me to this... Termina first."
A smirk tightened on Eleazar's lips to Link's words of his mindset on rulers. He was feisty, he would give him that. All the more reason he'd enjoy when he was back to being 100%. He couldn't wait to see what a hero he truly was.
He couldn't deny that there were some truths to Link's words, however he also could care less whether the girl was retrieved or not. It would as well, give chance to replenish their armies, and he'd have more time to focus on Labrynna rather than what Hyrule was up to.
"You could call it desperation if you please, however I simply seek this as an opportunity to prove your worth. I offer a truce in return for your absense. No harm will come to any of your friends, and to prove my trust, I offer you a gift."
Slowly Eleazar turned to pull a mask from under his cloak. It appeared as a human face, with red painted stripes across the cheeks and silver hair. Though it may not look like much, there was always legend of the Hero of Time's fierce deity mask... one that was recently stolen from the archives of the Snow Temple.
"This mask will show you how to find Termina. It offers you limitless possibilities... if you have the strength to control it. Beware, for the mask gives a powerful bloodlust for your enemies. If you foresee who they are, the path will shine clear. Do not attempt to use it on me, for I have a mask of equal power."
He tossed the mask in Link's direction, a powerful surge of energy and lust seeming to draw into the wooden craft. "Be careful who you let see you with that. It would not be pretty to allow in the hands of the wrong person."