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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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“Circe,” she tells him simply, her eyes following his form from the crown on his head to his boots. She appraised him like any hunter did when confronted with prey, though her face remained impassive; giving nothing of her thoughts to the man before her. He called her intriguing, but Circe was intrigued at the demeanor of this King, the way he appraised her in equal fashion and leaned forward into her words. Interesting, indeed.
“My offer,”she continues, glancing around the room with a bored expression, “Is a simple one. I know you seek someone in Hyrule, I know of the rebellion laid against you and I have seen your people move into my realm. I know little of the Twili people, but what I do know is your value in magic. In power. Both things I happen to have in abundance.” As though to punctuate her statement, the torches against the wall flared red once more and continued to burn.
Her intentions had always been to be on the side of power. This King requests allies, though Circe knows his kind and knows herself well enough to know that they could so easily be enemies as well. But they were both far too smart for that, or she at least hoped so. Or else this venture was a spectacular waste of her time. “Your reputation proceeds you, Your Majesty. I have come with an offer of assistance because I believe we can both achieve what we want. Together.”[/font
She holds her hands out in the space between them, palms up. As though she herself were the offering. But Circe is careful and calculative, and she watches Zala’Vas carefully as she speaks. She intends to find the measure of this man, this King of Twilight.
Finding the portal had turned out to be far more difficult than she had originally expected. The Twili were awfully secretive about their portals, but Circe had tracked a small group of them entering; knowing the tell-tale sign of magic in use. When she'd appeared before them, they'd been on guard, but ever on her best behavior, she demanded an audience with their new King. The Usurper, he'd been called.
She was unarmed, technically. Not that they needed to know the extent of her skills, and who would expect a Zora to be in command of the power she willed?
This realm was vastly different from Hyrule, entering flanked by Twili guards in fierce armor with blank expressions to a world void of the color Hyrule boasted. But magic hummed differently in the air, and the witch found she rather enjoyed the atmosphere it created. The shades of purple mixing with the black and grey around her, the sharp and severe look to the architecture spoke of power. And everywhere she walks, heads turn. Not unusual, a spot of white and red in a land of black. The Twili she saw looked like nobles, not peasants, dressed in finery that was so different from the nobles of Hyrule. But no less obvious as nobles. Part of her always detested those born into such luxury, it made one soft, weak, prone to expecting from everything around them. And Circe had learned long ago to expect less than nothing from the world and its inhabitants.
Yet here she was, venturing into an unknown realm, her chin raised and face a mask of impassiveness. The guards stop her at a grand entrance just inside the castle. The doors in front of her shut tight and decorated elegantly. Fit for a King. Violet flames flickered in even intervals on either side of the hallway she waited in. She hated waiting, even for a King.
Circe took the initiative into her own hands, besides, an unexpected visitor always meant an honest opinion on one's host. And that's what she wanted, to see if this Usurper King was worth all the rumors spreading into Hyrule. She steps towards the doors, hands out to push them open when the guards by her move to stop her. When the guards move to stop her, those violet flames turn red and orange, shooting practically up to the vaulted ceiling high above and stopping them in their tracks.
"I think I'll see the King now," she says simply, and without another try, Circe pushes open the doors into an elegant throne room. Her gold eyes lock onto the figure lounging at the head of it, and as she walks forward more violet torches turn to red and gold. She stops just at the edge of where his throne is, giving an appropriate bow as customary, and straightening with a feline smile.
"I would like to request an audience with His Majesty, I've quite an interesting offer he may want to hear," she says, and standing amidst a sea of black and deep purple, Circe cuts quite the figure, her white hair stark in this world with the red of her cloak, covering the black scaled armor she wore.
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The traditional route of the Zoras, a primary reason that Circe had chosen a bend in a river. At it's peak, the river narrowed out far too much for large troops, and it gave Circe the precise vantage point to see her enemy--or potential ally--approaching. She was still a Zora after all, and she knew many of the tricks they kept. Which was why it was no surprise that the Zoran princess did not come alone, as requested. This had been planned for, almost wanted. Circe delighted in the idea of these guards being witnesses to a plan long in the making and all but falling into the witches' hands.
A silver eyebrow raises as Cetus emerges from the water, trident in hand, but alone above the surface of the water. Excellent, Circe thinks to herself, smiling cordially at the princess and bowing her head politely.
"Your Highness, of course they are worried for you. You are their ruling monarch, and as such will do everything to maintain your safety. A precise reason we are here. But first," she pauses in her statement and her gaze shifts over Cetus' shoulder to where the guards sit in the water, waiting back as instructed. "A reminder that I did politely request your appearance solo, so as to make sure we are not interrupted," she continues and her golden eyes seem to flicker in the daylight as she raises a hand casually. The sound of lightning breaks the air, followed by the sound of water sizzling as a ring of lightning surrounds the guards in the water, small bolts of it striking at them as Circe lowers her arm.
"We are not to be toyed with, Your Highness." Circe purrs, eyes lowering back to the princess. "Now, as I was saying. His Majesty Eleazar has something you seek, and we do not seek to destroy your home needlessly. So, we offer a trade, you marry Eleazar and become Queen Consort of Hyrule, we ally the Hylian Zora and Hyrule itself and you retain your beastie."
This letter comes to you with the offer of a trade, and an alliance. Should you, and you alone come to deal with me; and we resolve the matter of the Zora alliance with His Majesty Eleazar of Hyrule, then we shall give you the knowledge of the Leviathan in exchange for your hand in marriage to Eleazar. I await your response, and your presence in Hyrule Field near a sharp bend in the river a fortnight from now.
High Mage of King Eleazar of Hyrule
Circe stood patiently, despite her distaste for water the sound of it rolling over the rocks in the small river near where she stood was particularly calming. That, and the wind that whistled quietly through the valley, allowing her to listen and hear for approaching feet. Her letter had specified that Cetus come alone, not that she had expected the princess to listen to that. Circe herself was alone, she was more than capable of defending herself. At least for the time being.
The plan was simple, she supposed. Bring Cetus here, with promises of an alliance and a trade for the Zora's precious legendary beast. Not that they wouldn't give her the Leviathan. But they were by no means letting her walk away freely with the thing. Circe had plans, whether or not Eleazar realized the extent of them himself was another thing. This Leviathan was the key to her plans against the Zora as much as Eleazar seemed to think he needed it himself. In the end it didn't matter, they'd have Cetus and the creature, the details could be worked out at a later date.
So here she stood, visibly alone though she spared a glance in the direction of hidden forces needed to take Cetus in alive. They had instructions not to move until she acted, lest they scare the princess off.
A thin and soft hiss of air escaped between Circe's teeth as she calmed herself. 'Vivid display' that's what Ashur called her anger, wanting to torment the witch into showing her true colors. "That's not the display you should be looking out for, executioner." she says, willing ice into her veins to calm her down. Her voice is steady and cool. "You shouldn't trust me, that's just the truth of it. What you should trust in, is my patience and willingness to see this through to the end. We all have things we want in this world, trust that I would do anything to achieve them." the witch puts simply.
"You can try and kill me, by all means. We can tear Hyrule Castle to the ground, and with it this order that your liege has put so much effort in to. Or we can keep Hyrule and the rest of this forsaken isle in our jaws and work." Circe tells her, staring around the perfectly flammable drapes and rugs that adorned this section of the castle tattered as they were. Then her gold eyes make contact with the assistant stepping out of the shadows to take those files Ashur had so diligently collected on her. She stares the attendant down, sending that same icy chill down the spine of him that she had sent the guards. Don't tempt her. The gaze said.
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Circe was enjoying this, the sharp tongues speaking as if they could truly bite each other. She had no false notion that Ashur would ever be an ally in the traditional sense. Of course, everyone joined a cause for their own reasons, but that cause is what forces those together. Whether they wanted it or not. Circe knew that, and it shouldn't have been an unknown notion to this dark woman. "But you fight for your lord, do you not? And I do the same thing. Sure, the why's and such drivel are different. But that should not matter. Unless of course, you don't truly care for the work you're doing? That could sour feelings towards you here." Circe said simply, as if this were truly just playful banter and not a veiled threat. Not that Circe truly felt the need to threaten Ashur, it was how she was. Threats kept people in line with her needs, and if she could force a reaction from Ashur, learn something about the woman. It was in her favor.
She's about to stop her, skip over the reasoning. She didn't quite care, though she wanted to know more about Ashur. A personal curiosity, a natural reaction when one is given something they can't understand at first glance. The Sheikah woman did that to Circe, made her wonder. But the note about Zora sours Circe's mood. So much so that the fake grin she'd had disappears, and she almost sneers at the woman. "You talk not understanding reasoning and then blatantly flaunt your ignorance of me. Do not take me for some will-less wretch. I did not abandon those who raised me. No one raised me, least of all the Zora of the Sea's. They abandoned me, because they are weak-minded and fearful of what they do not understand. Power." Circe's tone is cold as ice, and though her body language doesn't shift, revealing not so much as a hair of change in the look of their conversation from an outside perspective, Circe's natural fire is broiling under her skin.
"I am selfish, yes. You are a fool not to be, Sheikah." she says simply. "Don't worry your pretty little ashen head. I have not trusted another living being in quite some time. It is a fool who trusts those whose intentions are not clearly known. And it is an even bigger fool to trust someone who tells you them immediately."
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When shadows abated and the Sheikah woman presented herself, Circe stopped in her tracks. She studied the look of the woman, militaristic, composed. The bloody blade in her hand spoke to her actions and an unflinching demeanor around the cruelties of the world. Her voice was edged in darkness, similarly she thought, that her own was edged with cruelty. Returning the woman's plain smile with a sharp one of her own, too toothy to be kind, not wide enough to be genuine. Instead it was the posturing so many predators make, a flash of their fangs in challenge and defense. Her mother had once told her a smile was her best defense against the world, poor Aleto just didn't know what her daughter would take from that.
"It seems," she begins, her words lazy, drawn out and lingering, "that I had yet to meet the infamous leader of the Phenix Clan. And I couldn't pass up the opportunity, besides." another sharp smile as Circe cocks her head to one side, white hair loose and fluttering over her shoulder. "We are coworkers after all, shouldn't we get along?"
Compared to her own garb, Ashur was dressed far more regally. A military uniform, crisp lines, clean cloth. Circe wore the scaled and patterned layers of leather armor. Across the torso and down her non-dominant hand, protecting her chest, at her knees and shins. Under that, was simple, but not inexpensive linen and silk pants and blouse. Pinned at one shoulder with a clasp bearing remarkable similarity to the claw of a mythical creature was a cloak of the richest red fabric. "You have so diligently done your research on me, but what of you? Your clan, a renegade of Sheikah opposing the royal throne and backing Eleazar. Gaining his trust, like you've no doubt done many times in your long life. I will always be so jealous of your lengthy lifespans, another failing of the Zora I suppose. They do have so many, your lord must agree." as she speaks, Circe strolls slowly forward to Ashur, only stopping just in front of her.
"Now, if you have something to bring up with me, by all means. Go ahead."
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Flanked by the guards leading into Hyrule Castle, Circe makes eye contact with every one of them as she marches her way into the heart of what was once pure Hylian Royalty. Now home to the infamous Rogue Order run by the self-declared king, Eleazar. She had walked in here once with the intention of asking for a position at his side. She had felt their goals mutual and her powers more than sufficient as a tool. She had approached cautiously that time, weighing each word she said but not groveling. She was collected as she explained her reasons and asked. And she had been awarded a position as a Guild Ace and head sorceress. A position that could deal a lot of damage, which had been exactly what she wanted.
Now she strolled in, staring down each guard hoping one would flinch.Her gold eyes glinting with a sign of delight at the tense but professional stance each guard had as she walked past. In the castle itself, Circe could still see the remnants of the Hylian family, though much of it had been vandalized and re-decorated in the name of Eleazar and the Rogue Order. Not many walked through these doors though, she doubted many would want to and that Eleazar would make it easy for just anyone. But really she was here for someone else entirely. She had spoken around or heard about the Sheikah that had aligned with Eleazar and now led a clan of Sheikah under his name. She had been told that this woman would impress even Circe in her ruthlessness and command. A tall order in the eyes of the witch.
Circe was not the woman to look down on others for not having magic specifically, or at least, having a lesser form of it. But she believed that everyone possessed their own powers and those who didn't capitalize on them weren't worth the effort. She would meet this woman on equal terms and decide for herself what she thought of the Sheikah, Ashur. And Eleazar would just have to hope the woman didn't find a reason for Circe to try and leave her in an ash pile on the carpet.
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This had been a plan by Eleazar, to divide the forces of the Heroes; stress them out, drive them apart, thin the ranks. All of it. Circe had been all too willing to go through with it, it had meant she had time to mess with the hostages, terrorize some heroes as they tried to rescue their loved ones. She hadn't been aware of exactly who she'd been sent to watch over until she got there, though she'd been told that there was quite the important hostage in her hands. And while he should remain alive for as long as possible, should the situation arise, Circe was free to take matters into her own hands.
What had surprised her though, was walking into the cells built as close to the top of this crumbling tower as possible, was the King of Labrynna, Duchess of Symmetry City, a Zoran woman, and a Sheikah. She'd formally introduced herself, explained their purpose here, and told them to hope their precious heroes could make it to them in time.
Then she'd left the cells and stalked through the tower, watching out for any monsters lurking around, they were their own creatures, and Circe had thinned a few of their ranks out, leaving scorch marks on the walls and stairs of the tower. She hadn't been down to the lower floors since she got here, so she didn't know if any other creatures had moved in. If they had, the heroes had their own welcoming committee to deal with. She could wait patiently.
Then, sometime later, Circe heard a snap. A wooden floorboard, weak from age had just given somewhere in the tower, below her specifically. "Finally," she sighs, throwing a long white braid back over her shoulder and carefully making her way down the tower towards the noise.
There was one, a few floors below her. She had quietly stepped off the landing and spotted the light in his hands, the eldest prince. He hadn't quite noticed her yet, but he had noticed the sound he had made. Slowly, Circe emerged from the darkened landing, footsteps light on the old ground. She wore black scaled leather armor that allowed her to move freely and use her magic without hindrance, a dark cloak draped over her shoulders.
"So, you finally decided to show up. Here to save your dear friend, no doubt."
She had known of his plan before they had made it to the Zora Domain. Knew what they had in their pocket to drive the young princess into making this alliance. She had set aside her distaste for most Zora in order to help Eleazar's plan come to fruition. And she had now developed a curiosity towards Cetus. She was young, untested, and Circe could practically taste the anxiety rolling off of her but she stood strong, as though her spine were steel. Circe wanted to know exactly what was rolling around behind those blue eyes.
"I think the young princess is too curious herself to heed her grandmother, she wants to know what game we're playing," she muses quietly between them, golden eyes scanning between the Queen and Cetus.
Circe stands and listens to Eleazar as he explains to the Zora women what exactly had happened at the death of Gael, she herself keeps her arms folded behind her back, the vision of casual grace as she glances around the room. Should anything go south Circe wanted a guaranteed way out for her and Eleazar, she also assesses the level of magic in the room, prodding at it with her own and sizing it up. Her gold eyes slide once more to Cetus, an eyebrow quirking up as Eleazar finishes his little speech and finally reveals the plan. Circe goes through her own motions of bowing gracefully as Eleazar makes his request, the rest of their plan relied on Cetus now and it was best to go along with the image of subservience if it got them what they wanted.
They had the trump card though, the thing that the princess couldn't dare say no to.
Circe was the only one of this party who had not been born royal, or the mindset to become one. Though she had spent much of her time in recent years reading on the nobility all over the isle, how they spoke, and what they meant. She knew they they minced their words, spoke in circles; they took their time with their true thoughts and always had another angle to press. None of this interested Circe, she was blunt, upfront and thorough in her thoughts and plans. Her enemies knew exactly what she meant for them. But watching Eleazar, though she was sure these Zora knew what he intended, he played his charm and wit to its best. Never quite seeming to answer the whole truth to what the Queen Regent wanted. And it infuriated the woman, which Circe found delight in.
When motioned for, Circe followed, her footsteps silent on the stairs and as they entered the palace. She stepped up closer to Eleazar, only just behind him in her pace as she watched the guards that flanked Cetus and Thetis. She memorized to herself what armor they wore, weak points she could find, what weapons they bore, and tried to judge by the size of them how easy they would be to take down. Even if a truce had been called for this meeting, she wouldn't take the chance of being caught unaware.
With the two Zora royalty out of earshot, Circe keeps her voice low, "The Queen Regent is going to be a large thorn to contend with, should her granddaughter heed her words," she says.
She watches as the first, the youngest Zora girl approaches out the double doors. Clutching a trident, Circe can practically feel the fear radiating off of her, though how well she hid it was rather admirable. Circe noticed how the eyes of the princess fell upon her and she gave the girl a rather cunning smile; inclining her head at the notice. Then the second woman approached, older, clearly less than willing to talk. She seemed surprised at who stood at her doorstep, though by her words it was clear she knew who he was. It would be difficult to find someone in this realm who didn't.
It's when the girl speaks, diplomatic as a queen, trying to ply some form of empathy from Eleazar with talk of how they were all Zora. All born of the water. Circe felt that fire under her skin, and mentally she declined such an idea. She may be Zora, but there was not an ounce of that gift of water in her. Nor did she want one, it was too late for these people, supposedly her people, to try and appease the damage done. Circe saw a woman buying time for her kingdom, for herself, using every ounce of diplomacy she knew to try and speak with a known tyrant. She thought the girl was smart, if a bit naive.
Circe dismounts her horse as Eleazar does, a fluid motion that barely shifts a hair on her head, and she's on the ground just behind him. Her hands clasped loosely behind her back as she stares between the two silver-haired women. Gold eyes sweeping over them and their guards with brutal effience. She follows Eleazar quietly, simply staring at those around them as she walks behind him. Barely a whisper of movement from her armor.
And because she was in the presence of royalty, her natural enemy now or not, Circe is nothing if not polite when needed. She inclines her head and shoulders gently as Eleazar asks for them to speak privately and she finishes her approach.
Long had Circe admired shows of power and strength. And today was quite the show. The witch had pledged an amount of loyalty to Eleazar, knowing it would only serve to bolster her own standing and power. And when she had been told they were riding to the Zora's Domain in Hyrule, well she couldn't help herself.
The rhythmic march, the sea of black and waving banners, pristine armor; to show off power. She herself, wore similar, though her abilities lied in her inherent magic gift, Circe was no stranger to a fight. And should one start, she was prepared. The tight-fitting scaled armor of gleaming black, contrasting to the spill of white hair that flowed over her shoulders. She had grinned, atop her horse just behind the self-proclaimed king, over the sea of soldiers. Red lips pulling back in a wicked smile.
They were here for something big. A ploy to gain another part of this kingdom, to gain something of power. He was here to speak with their princess and force them to surrender to him, or die. In situations like this, something she had never quite seen before until now, Circe's magic was on edge. She'd spent the better part of their planning for this delving into the well of her magic, preparing for a fight, for some display of her power. A tactic to incite fear in the Zora. To claim the title they spit at her.
When the marching stopped, they had arrived. And the air was silent. Circe could feel the buzz of energy among the soldiers and the king against her skin. Her own power flickering under the surface of her skin, but the air around them was still as the grave. And only Eleazar's voice snapped it, an invisible line of tension between the entry way of the castle and their sea of soldiers to their backs.
What Veltuzar had told her, his beliefs on power. His idea of wielding power was very much with the sharp end of a blade. No different than the power Circe used with fear and magic. She imagined that the Twilight Realm was no so different from this one, its people sheeplike in their lives. Especially with the tumultous monarchy the kingdom seemed plagued by. Everyone simply led their lives with no regard for the change around them, with no intentions to stop it or stand for themselves. If Circe hadn't lost that bit of empathy her mother had so long ago tried to teach her, Circe miht actually pity them.
"Do your enemies consist of those only in your realm? Or this one as well?" She asks, mostly from curiosity. Plans to take control of your own realm, defeat your enemies there was one goal, and a lofty one as well. To do so in two realms, Circe would be quite pleasantly surprised to see the outcome of that ambition. She tilts her head ever so slightly in thought as she listens, the white locks of her hair cascading over her shoulder. "To me, it seems the fate of the masses, to fall into complacency and standards. To reject those what would change them, but do nothing to stop what they fear."
Circe finds a small bit of amusement to his reactions to the criticisms she poses, mostly out of curiosity for his thought process. Partially because she found herself naturally picking at his argument, almost testing the sincerity and resolve of it. Veltuzar had passed what unofficial test the Witch had created in her head.
She herself finds her position rather complacent at the moment, simply strolling along with Veltuzar. Her sharp mind working somewhere on her larger plans. But she's aware the moment her arm is released ever so slightly, as though the Twili had relaxed somewhat in her presence. Normally she'd suggest such a thing to be stupid, but really, in the height of day she had no intentions of doing anything nefarious. When she looks over, a smart comment on her tongue, she's startled by the smile gracing Veltuzar's face. That was an expression she had not witnessed pointed in her direction in a very long time.
"What a shame, that anyone would let what they've been handed so easily go to waste."
With her arm given more range of motion once more, Circe actually gently steers the pair along a farther edge of the streets. Over a route she'd memorized that led through the city, but not crowded with markets and people. "So, Veltuzar, another displaced soul from their nation. How exactly do you intend to take your realm in your fist? Slake my curiosity on the subject." And Circe glances at him, gold eyes carrying a quizzical expression as she draws her lips in a rather less than cruel smile. Not quite kind with the red of her lips or the harshness of her expression. But not one of malice either.