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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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The echo of his footsteps interrupted the eerie silence that encompassed the duo. A blazing flame sparked, encircling the room and filling it with intense light. A quick glance affirmed that their way out was now blocked, --that this was all a deadly trap. By the degree of severity, he could assume they were more than close to their goal. Standing before them was some kind of mechanical figure, much like the ones they faced before, however it was clearly modeled with a female in mind. Just from observations, Bal could sense the vigor it possessed, and that this one would not crumble as easily as the previous metal structures.
Before he had the chance to completely grasp their surrounding and the general make up of the room, Balthazar was fired upon, --the concept of it using a ranged weapon took him by surprise--, and he braced for impact. However, only a shower of ice and chill fell upon him, as shadows stretched out to protect him. A sigh of relief slipped past his teeth, despite the lack of gratitude in his gaze.
He felt distracted by her presence.
"I will only be grateful if we make it out of this alive....", he readied himself, watching for anymore sudden movements before whispering towards her direction. "You are more discerning than I, --if I give you some time, will you be able to locate it's weakspot?" Every creature, object or creation had one, and they just had to discover what it was.
A myriad of emotion was cloaked behind hues of amethyst. Curiosity yearned to be sated as passion burned bright, though it seemed that destiny sought to foil their ambition. Balthazar spoke no words in combination to his original disappointment, his desire to see Midna achieve her goals being his sole reason for remaining at her side. He planned to succumb to whatever outcome would happen, whether they would be fortunate in any find, or if they would mark this attempt as a failure. Crossing his arms, the assassin waited, shifting only slightly in a effort to rid himself of the lingering dust and dirt that clung to his garments.
After a few moments, he wasn't surprised to see that his companion had found a way to circumvent the barrier, lips turning up in a smile parallel to her own. Her ingenuity and conscious reasoning amazed him, and Bal would share in her triumph for only a short time before turning to face the undeniable sense of dread and fear that would crawl over his skin. There was something waiting for them beyond that threshold, and he would come face to face with it in lieu of his queen. His Queen.
"Don't come in till it's safe.. Alright?" He knew that she wouldn't be too far behind him, but he would remind her that her safety was paramount. Instinctively his fingers flicked to hover over his belt, brushing against the cool metal of each hilt, mentally preparing to face whatever would await for them inside. The temple had quite an array of defensive elements, and he wondered just kind of variable would be placed at the end of their challenge.
Pushing open the specified door, glowing eyes peered down the hallway. Intricate pillars, and stories manifested on the walls gave the impression that they were about to finally find their prize. Beyond the giant lumbering spirits from before, they faced little resistance; in fact, Balthazar thought he would keel over from the amount of dust in the air rather than facing a few lowly monsters.
At the end of the lengthy hallway, was another doorway, though this one was not simple in design. In the center of its face, was a keyhole, to which he had to ask, "Do you have this key?"
It could have been hidden in a prior room, or even somewhere else inside the temple. Or worse, lost outside the temple never to be found again. The door was not something that appeared like he could force his way into, and he sensed magicked wards keeping the room safe from intruders.
To have come all this way for nothing, was a disappointment he did not wish to see on her face.
Perhaps asking that she siphon his magic was not the best idea. The relinquishing of energy would leave him quite in comparison to now, but at least he made the offer. Hearing her concern for him was enough for Balthazar to smile softly.
He did not expect her to forget his transgressions to lightly, but she was at least warming up to him since his entrance a few hours ago. It felt akin to their time spent together previously, yet he had a different mindset.
He watched her demonstration, and a sensation of pride and relief set over him. lips curled at the end and he let out a slow clap for her. In the moment she appeared more youthful and happy with her end result.
"Before you go head strong through there, I am going first," he said before walking past her and up to the threshold. The immediate opening appeared safe and he didn't notice any further entities. Perhaps the rest of the temple would be carefree, or at least he hoped. "How much farther until we reach the room with the potential relic you seek?" he asked, curious about it's whereabouts moreso than having to give up the remainder of the he could spend here with her, "We could rest here for a while if you need it."
"I am more capable than I look," he said, noting the amount of worry in her tone. He hesitated before continuing with a soft sigh, --he really had to stop being an ass. "My back may be sore tomorrow from the strain, but my adrenaline keeps me on my feet."
Forcing himself to stand up from the wall, he looked around, hoping that Midna may have an idea on the layout of the temple they found themselves in; and then he got an idea. "If it is possible, I can spare you my stored magic if you have the means of siphoning. I can protect myself without the needs of shadow magic."
It may not last long but if they were to face similar beasts, then he would need her support, and she him. "Also, have you solved the puzzle that kept us here?" he asked, curious about her scholarly achievements she had while he kicked the rocks under his boots.
Familiar shadowy tendrils snaked around the lumbering beast, pulling the force of it's stance away from Baltahzar, giving him a chance to roll out from under the blade. The weight of the sword dropped as soon as the Assassin moved from under it, creating a large indent in the stone flooring of the temple.
Balthazar felt relieved from the continuous effort he made, but the fight wasn't over yet. Getting a grip of his blade he slid between the legs of the titan to get onto his back before jamming his scimitar into the crevice between his breast plate and his helmet. It did not feel as though his sword sliced through flesh, and instead it was similar to being engulfed by shadow. None the less, the protrusion was enough to drive the knight to it's knees before falling over in a slump, the inside of the suit slipping away into the darkness.
"They are comprised of spirits, are they not?" he asked, panting heavily. Of course it would be fair if they were, the temple was indeed called the spirit temple afterall. He was sure they would fight all manners of ghosts and ghouls in a place like this. Balthazar pressed his back against the wall and slid to the floor, leaning his head back against the cool surface. He looked back at the queen, "Are you injured my lady?"
Violet hues glanced at the queen as she hovered in front of the constructed pillar. She had to be merely inches away from the surface as she studied the markings it had, and he found it entertaining to watch while standing "guard". He found himself distracted by her presence much more than normal, but that did not prevent him from continuing his inquiry. "Is the isle the only landmass in this realm?" he asked quietly, as more of a curious question rather than one that needed an answer. Instead, Midna focused on reclaiming the Twilight Realm after all and showed her determination towards providing her people a safe haven.
Her curiosity peeked, even going as far to ask him about his motives, finding them just as odd as he did. Pursed lips followed with his hand scratching the back of his head. "There are fates worse than death," he simply commented, knowing the common expression may pry more questions from her, but he wasn't done, "Look, there is something I also have to tell you," he started before stopping in his tracks.
Resolved to say it through, he faced the queen, "The truth is, this whole time, .... since I introduced myself to you years ago,... I have been trying to -----" He stopped suddenly before taking a large step forward and drawing his sword. He lunged towards the queen, his sword raised at her shoulder.
But it found it's mark elsewhere. Bal pushed past the queen, shielding a similar large black blade from bearing down upon her. "--tch" he verbally expressed from the weight of the dark knight's swing. It was hard to notice these guys without being as adept with magic.
"Midna!" he cried out, the black blade pushing down on his own, driving his body to buckle under him until he was on his knees. "Do something!!"
He wasn't upset by any decision based on recent circumstances. Instead his thoughts lingered on centuries ago when he was mocked by those that aimed for Midna's disposal. The monsters he aimed to please were the same ones that prevented him from achieving anything worthwhile in his life. Balthazar realized he had been working for the wrong person. Why strive to be more of a dog and a hound that he was compared to? Why throw away morals to lick the boots of a cowardice fraud? Here was the rightful monarch that put her life on the line for her people, --her people including Balthazar.
"I believe together we can best any foe we meet," he commented softly before giving her a smile. If there was anything Balthazar was, it was a flirt. "Though, and I am merely curious, --have you thought about migrating loyal subjects here. To the Realm of Light? It may be a struggling adaptation, but would prove effective," he said, scratching the top of his head to remove lingering dirt particles from the previous fight. "--treachery is like a weed, and If you don't remove the stem, it will continue to grow provided the right environment."Which he knew alot about that.
Glancing over towards the Queen, he contemplated the layout of the temple, "Perhaps we can find either another way through, or find the solution to the puzzle?" he pointed out, though having an inkling that she already knew that.
edited on Nov 16, 2018 4:27:35 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Nov 16, 2018 4:23:54 GMT -5
Her words buried deep within him, prompting an expression of despair and fear to linger in his eyes. What had he endured for? What were his actions all for? Unlike the Queen, his desires were selfish, and hypocritical. He yearned for acceptance, yet strived to obtain it by using an approach deemed irrational. Hew knew his methods were extreme, and that in the eyes of someone who could actually give him what he wanted, --they were contemptible. "All I ask is to be judged by my actions rather than your preconceptions of my lineage." A concept that he voiced on more than one occasion, and now he bared the bitter truth that he was seen as a monster.
Hanging his head, it seemed as though his hope for redemption was poor. Despite dedication, and despite the countless hours of contemplating his prior role, --she was going to... she was going to give him another chance. Lavender hues glanced up, his breath caught by her surprising response. What answer did he think he was going to receive? Preceding their reunion, he had given the thought that she would kill him right then and there.. which wouldn't be such a bad ending.
Standing up from his awkward position, he released her hand and pressed a buckled fist to his breast in a practiced salute. One that resembled the respect he gave her when they first met, though this time it was authentic rather than just a facade.Giving her a soft nod as a response, he committed himself to providing her aide on her endeavor. All the while, a million questions running through his mind. After a few moments of awkward silence, he took in a sharp intake of air before glancing over to the Queen.
"My Q--," he stopped, hesitating at her title. He didn't want it to be a horrid reminder of the spiteful slurs he left her with so long ago.
"Midna, may I ask, --what is it you think about people like me?" he asked before craning his head to glance down the corridor on his left. "By that I mean, people whose blood is tainted.... Your previous declaration towards a united Twilight Realm and Realm of Light was something I had not heard from you prior. Has your motives changed from eradication of Zant sympathizers?"
Where he expected to feel the sensation of metal cutting flesh, his body instead jerked back from the swift movement of his target. In the Hylian's hand was a well worn knife, which must have belonged to him for quite some time if he felt safe to keep it under his pillow.
The twili straightened his posture, removing the mask from his face so that he may speak in return. Not all assassin's would talk to their prey, but Balthazar was different. His worst idiosyncrasy involved engaging in conversation despite facing danger.
"I come of my own regards Hero," he said, practically spitting out the last word, "I am no more than a shadow, --but you stand in my way and I come to remove the obstruction." Bal said before taking his stance and rolling his scimitar in the palm of his hand.
Putting chivalry aside, the assassin attacked before Link could grab his bearings. Balthazar advanced, his right foot stepping forward while bringing his blade down in a diagonal motion.
Turning to face the Queen, his eyes rested on her frame before he pulled down the mask and hood that concealed his identity. She had no way to tell it was him previously; not until the dimly lit torches revealed his familiar visage. "I had been following you for a some time my queen," he said in a soft tone. After sliding his blades back into their housing he stepped closer to the woman, taking in her ragged appearance. No longer did she dress like the monarch he had grown accustomed to prior; instead, she donned attire more fitting for a gerudo warrior, and it was appealing.
"Before you say anything," he inputted before she would have a chance to dismiss him, "...will you hear me out?"
"What I did,.. was in faith for your preservation. Were some lives lost in the process, yes...but without my intervention countless more could have been taken at the hands of those that would wish you harm." Closing the distance between the two of them, he attempted to reach for her hand, "I only wished for you to see the cost of your fight, but now do I understand that the toughest fight comes after the battle, not before." "The life of the man taken is something I cannot give back, but I tried my best to make amends where it counted, --with his family and children, and ensuring they had a future where I robbed their father's."
Slowly the male twili knealt before her, his head hanging lowly, "I am your's if you would have me again, --otherwise, dispose of me as you will."
A solemn gaze rested on the image of a reflection. How long had he been fixated on his failure? Contemplating his actions, and the given reward for his effort. Was it worth it? Was his pride of equal value to the man's life? His mind was plagued by the words of the young Hylian; so much in fact, that he had not been able to rest in days.
If anyone has the right to be called a hero, it's not the one who took up the blade. It's not the one who raised his shield, nor the one who healed the wounded. Only someone who's willing to risk it all can be called a hero, and Link showed dedication to Hyrule, and not to himself, --something that Balthazar was unable to compare to. His entire life, was built around his envy of other's, and his desire to overcome them.
At the moment, he wore his insecurities like a cloak, trying to seek out the answer to his man questions. He knew that the answer he sought for could only be answered by the princess he wronged, so he set out to find Midna. She had her own goals, her own multitude of objectives she strived to achieve, and even had recruited help in doing so. Part of him couldn't help but feel gratification in her achievements.
Tracking the Queen into the desert, he soon lost the trail. Sand covering over her tracks, and limiting his sensing capabilities. If he had traveled through the shadows, she would have spotted him coming a mile away, and that was an outcome he opted to avoid. Trusting his instincts he continued to pursue her despite the difficulties of the elements. It wasn't long before the temple came into his view, and he knew she was already inside.
Running through the threshold, he looked around, making sure to keep both his hood and mask over his face. In his mind he practiced what he would say, though now that he was faced with having to redeem himself, --the man felt more comfortable slinking back into the dark where he birthed from.
Pressing an ear to the wall he listened, feeling the rhythm of movement deeper in the temple. She was definitely here, and she was fighting something. Pulling a scimitar from his hip, the warrior persisted on his course despite his mind screaming at him to do otherwise.
The frame of a large object skulked down a parallel corridor. It was patrolling the depths, and was likely similar to the construct Midna was facing currently, though he was unbeknownst to the fact she already fell the dark creature. His arrival into the cavern was met with the image of Midna pressed against a standing stone, and prey to the grasp of iron servant.
With aim, Balthazar lunged forward, his weapon pushing aside one armored limb, while his hand reached out to take hold of Midna's forearm. Pulling her towards him, he used his weight to parry the knights advance while securing the Queen behind himself. "Careful," he uttered through his cloth mask, his eyes trained on the ungainly monstrosity. He felt little power from the female, presuming that she had spent much of her energy fighting prior, and that it was up to him to prevent their death.
Unsheathing the second blade to his pair, the once mercenary took stance against the automaton soldier. Dodging the large blade, Bal brought one of his own underneath the frame of the knight, using his poor stance against him and attacking his footing. In a swoop, the beast fell upon the ground, and it was simple work driving one of his blades into the core of the beast.
Balthazar continued to watch her for quite some time; through all her endeavors and her meeting of the heroes. He had imagined to end their life prior to Midna's meddling, but was not given the proper chance. Instead, to his surprise, she left them in order to obtain her own footing in the realm of light, and offered him the oppourtunity to do as he intended. Foolish Woman.
It took more than a fortnight, but Balthazar was able to obtain robes similar to that which he was accustomed to, along with two scimitar he favored more than the broadsword. His plan? To strike down the hero as he slept. If his intel was correct, the hylian male already reforged the master sword, and would be no match in a duel of chivalry. His removal would make Zelda's dispatching far easier, making his success inevitable.
Posing as a guard for days, Bal procured schedules, sleeping arrangements, knowledge of the castle ruin layout, and other necessary information for Link's assassination. All the while, the mastermind smiled at the thought of reuniting with Midna for her descent into darkness. He would have what was his; justice and power. No longer would he be seen as vermin. After centuries, his capabilities would be recognized.
Slowed breathing, light footsteps, and the mask of rain. Balthazar entered his chamber, --all light absent from the dark and dreary room. His eyes glowed in the night as he crept closer, a glint of moonlight glimmering from his blade as he pulled it from his sheath. In one fell swoop, Balthazar would end his life, and flee into the protection of the shadows.
Her command was simple. Frustration built up in his chest, and even his cheeks grew flushed from the intensity of their morale conflict. Lips parted, revealing glistening white teeth in a masochistic grin. Nothing in the world was this much trouble, and if she wouldn't believe him, then he would have to find a way to prove it to her. "You think yourself capable? If it wasn't for the Hero you would still be a fraction of your true self," he said, unbuckling the belt around his waist. In his hand he held the blade retrieved when he stripped that guard many years ago. It served him well, but now it would be a martyr in his hot headed decision. Perhaps he was being hasty in his determination, but this is what felt right. "I pity you Midna. The population of your kingdom just went from two to one; --not much of a kingdom at all now is it?" he said, dropping the insignia of his 'service' onto the ground, the sheathed blade landing with a dull thud. She would have to face the horrors of this realm alone for now, though his plan to restore the mirror and return home was still in sight. "Your friends lie somewhere in this forest, head towards the forest temple to the south and im sure you will find them before you perish from starvation." He said, turning his torso to step past her, "As for me, im going to find my way home, I have some very valuable information to sell."
Projecting his body, it stood there in a sarcastic bow to her majesty, his true self fading into the shadows and moving far away from the temperamental queen. She had the choice to go after him and kill him for his treasonous actions, or do what she planned and find those that might help her in this realm. Either way, he grinned at the thought of tormenting the Queen in the near future, and already sought out prospects to help him in his endeavors.
So she had been following him the entire time. He was wounded personally, feeling the throbbing pain in his brain, knowing just how rusty his skills may have been since their time on the surface. From his lips he had the desire to let out a puff of air in reaction to the quick jut at his pride.
"What am I doing?" he asked, mocking the queen's tone and replacing it at an even higher octave. He knew what she was inquiring about; --finding his methods to be unnecessary to what his original 'mission' was. While true, he couldn't agree with her methods and instead had to come up with his own believable reasoning.
Sliding his now clean knife back in the sheath located in his boot he stepped toward the queen, his lithe yet tall frame casting a shadow over her's, the moon at his back and his eyes glowing. Animosity seeped into the air, radiating from his body and permeating the immediate area. "Are you not a fugitive? Are you not wanted for crimes against an entire civilization? --Why hide yourself otherwise!" he snapped, yanking down his hood, letting his white braided hair fall over his shoulder and to reveal his skin of violet hue. "Are you so dense and convoluted to think that your mirror is the only means of travel to the surface? Those that want you dead would stop to no end, ---and you are here crying over a bystander."
Harsh words, ones that he would likely receive endless flak for later. 'How dare he speak to a Queen like that?' Well she wasn't his Queen, and she certainly was no Queen in this strange realm. "Do you perchance think this is the first mortal to die for your cause? Not by my hand, --but by your own," why he even continued his thought, he couldn't tell, "How many are being killed at home RIGHT THIS SECOND because you were too stupid to notice the revolution happening under your own nose? Many citizens called you their Queen, and many followed you into the dirt."
A soft sigh left his lips, his tone quelling, "No loose ends. I can't spare even a single man to notice our presence. The power of your usurpers are far more frightening than you can imagine."