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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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The desire to cause harm upon a mortal was not a feeling she was accustomed to. In a sense, it was an emotion that fairy's were not allowed to feel, or taught, as a means of protecting themselves. Galatea was no common fairy however, and in her possession she held more power than most sentient beings on the isle. She was no longer bound to the conventional ideology given to them from creation.
Looking past the blatant slander, Galatea hovered over the pit in which she was sure this 'friend' of her's seemed to have vanished into. She did not share the mortal's mournful spirit, but she refrained from making light of death. Except the stranger announced that she would avoid death, as if she was on level with Galatea herself.
How did this come to be? Immortality was not a gift given freely to those that did not deserve it; as a blessing and as a curse. She radiated a magical essence in a unique signature, and it was one that Galatea could not identify. Who was this woman?
"I understand you have lived throughout time, --yet you only retain a small part of your memory? I know of many fairy's who suffer the same lack of mental fortitude and never find themselves again. It is easier to start over and be the person you want to be instead of chasing what you were," she echoed, her small frame illuminating the immediate area.
"If you wish to delve deeper into the temple, I pray you are careful. As you have been assured, we are not the only things that stand against time, and this construct is very much alive in the same sense that we are. It will not show mercy...and--," Galatea paused, "I hope you will leave all manner of ancient items to me. There is something within the walls of this reliquary that I search for."
While her arrangement with the Holodrum King was fruitful, it did not produce the results she desired, and or anticipated. Instead she was reduced to having to do a majority of her own research, like she had for years prior, --but none the less she got the conclusion she wanted.
Her search for the triforce shards would not come without some labor and risk of security however, which was emphasized by the fact she had to enter the forest temple to retrieve a sliver of the product. Despite her disdain to desecrate a relic older than herself, her morals were overpowered by her own lust for the shard, and she started her journey towards the lost woods.
To her surprise, the entrance to the temple was unsealed, aiding in the thought that the construct was no longer sacrosanct and had been long raided and occupied by bandits.
"Tch," her tongue clicked as she picked up the hem of her gown before entering the stone monument. If the place was picked clean, then perhaps she would have to search elsewhere, --but she hoped to find some remaining desecrating rogues in order to torture them for information she wanted.
A few paces past the threshold and she was already greeted with the sight of possible traps ready to spring upon the unsuspecting, and her irritation grew. She had no time for something so mundane, and instead a source of concentrated magic pool between her shoulder blades. Silver wings that once trailed behind her came to life as her entire being transformed, minimizing into that of an ordain fairy. No larger than a round flask, her existence glowed in the dark temple as she flew down halls and over corridors.
In her mind she captured the sense of magic, following it until she took sight of a mortal frame paired with the sound of stone grinding against itself.
"What do you think you are doing!?" Galatea demanded to know as she approached the female. Perhaps this was one of the thieves who sought after the treasures within the temple.
CREATOR'S GRASP: After receiving her second triforce shard, Galatea began experimentation on the power she newly possessed. Using elements not so foreign to mortal material, Galatea is able to create Stalfos for her use. The amount of Stalfos made is determined by the amount of material in her possession. The created strength of the undead is nothing more than a common monster. In appearance, the Stalfos are five foot five inch skeletons with assorted rusted armor and weaponry.
For simplicity, Galatea is only able to create one Stalfos for combat purposes using the ground bone powder and metal sliver held in a personal pouch that is kept on her person at all times.
His curiosity of her intentions was pragmatic. It was only natural that Asthar display concerns about her desires for the triforce. As the most powerful relic on the isle, it was a treasured and sacred item that was entrusted safekeeping for nigh a millennia. Galatea ran her thumb over her flesh toned lips, smearing the apple residue from them before answering his question.
"The fragmentation of the triforce aided in the prevention of an immediate evil, but has neglected to protect the realm in the face of future instability," she said, referring to the rise of Eleazar, "If the triforce would be whole again, then balance can be restored, and harmony granted to the realm of light once more."
"You assume that my actions would be unjust in the eyes of the goddesses, however you remain ignorant to the fact that I am an embodiment of Farore's will. Fairies were amongst the first beings that breathed life, and have remained diligent to guide those that have lost their way."
Though she may not have been the eldest fairy, she had lived for centuries, and watched Hylia's reincarnations come and go. This day, was a mere second in the eyes of Galatea who had lived for so long, and would for much longer still.
"However, this will be a feat much easier achieved if I was no longer bound by the laws created from my siblings," she remarked, making note of Finvarra and Aseilia, --and revealing her true intention; that she sought to dethrone the fairy queen herself. "...as for helping you," she started, "I can give you a regiment of, --one thousand. I suppose this shall be suffice enough in driving the scourge from your lands. While small in number, I am sure you will find their lack of worldly inhibitions to be effective. It should take me no longer than a day to procure this army."
Standing from the table, she brushed the front of her black satin gown, "I also possess other abilities that are renown to the great fairies," Placing the apple core on the table, its once yellow flesh turned a dark black as it withered instantly at the hand of the Empress, "My alliance is something you do not want to back away from, and I will not offer it again. In return I ask for your service in tracking down pieces of the triforce.... --I will give you a day to think about it," she ended, dismissing herself from the room, and the castle.
Outside of Horon city, she prepared the elements needed for her promised infantry.
The mention of a goddess perked her curiosity. Though she had heard rumors of Majora's tampering in mortal affairs, to hear it from the mouth of a witness was --satisfying, which was interrupted by Asthar's inquiry of her intentions.
Removing an apple from the decorated table, she brought the fruit to her lips, taking a bite to consume it's sweet flesh.
"We both have something we want my King," she said after swallowing, her eyes tracing over his frame as she examined his body movements, "Though, desire is something new to my existence, and obtaining what I want will be more of a task than I had perceived in the beginning; Simply put, --I believe we can help each other."
Holding the apple close in hand, she took another bite of the delicacy, unknowing why fairies needed to eat, as the nourishment did nothing for maintaining the composition of their bodies. "You wan't unity of your kingdom; a feat that would be best accomplished before it is too late," she started with, "and I have the means of doing so, as well as applying my own capabilities against a foreign invasion. --In return, I seek to collect the remains of the triforce."
The young king was quite eccentric. His humorous quip brought a soft smile to her lips as she followed behind him. With a simple snap of his fingers he was able to bring life to the table and in seconds was pouring her a goblet of wine. To someone who had lived for thousands of years, such a quick action was exciting to witness. "That is comforting to hear, as the subject of this conversation is nothing other than the dominion of your kingdom," she said her eyes closing as her expression shifted into a convincing grin. Normally such a topic would bring concern to every participant, yet Galatea seemed so calm and peaceful that her comment was unconvincing.
"I have been privy to the information that you have yet to provide an heir to the throne, is that correct?" she asked, the gold plated cup passing between her lips in between her inquiry, "Of course I doubt that I am wrong, so let's move on."
A quick moment passed before she continued, adjusting her frame in the uncomfortable chair so that her wings were not pinched in the motion. "Coming to the understanding that I am aware of the tyrants movements, I would ask just what you plan to do when he sets his eyes upon this land as well. In the reign of your fore bearers, they have neglected much of the land and in retaliation there is little Holodrum has to offer in resistance to an invasion."
Her welcoming is what she expected. Red eyes resting upon her frame as if she was a methodically placed feast. Lips curled into a soft smile, her hands gripping at her gown as her body dipped in a curtsy. By no means would her appearance here be classified as a gift, but the young king was flattering to his guest, and that was a trait he did not share with his late father. Galatea grew more curious about King Asthar and just how much of the whispers would be true.
Stopping meters shy of his throne, her wandering golden orbs took in the sight of the throne room, finding its extravagance to be pleasing to the eye, and once again she was thinking of how to bring life into her own castle. "The honor of being in your court today is all mine, your majesty."
Niceties were always redundant, though a necessary tool of flattery in order to encourage honesty from those you spoke to. Most of the time they would be denied, but Galatea was never intimidated by praise of adulation. "I do find myself famished after the long journey here," she said, raising a hand to rest upon her chest, "Perhaps we could speak our business over dinner?"
"I assure you, that my meeting could be extensive on time, yet worthwhile for the both of us."
For decades, the Woods of Winter had been quiet. Solemn and somber as tales of fairy's and spooks gave off it's haunted demeanor, and under Rikel's rule, Galatea suffered heavily. With each passing year her power waned more and more, as travelers became less frequent. Now, his son sat in the throne, and even this accomplishment entered the ears of the Empress.
Finally it was necessary to seek out council with the new King. His council would be good to keep if she intended to obtain more power, potentially leading up to her taking the throne of the Fairy Court. Allies were a much needed step in her plan, and rumor's of the half sheikah king entertained the thought that she could hold dominion over him.
Carried by a silver stag, the empress approached the castle gates, her reigns handed over to one of Asthar's many personnel, where she announced her desired business with the young king. Wearing a dress of black, silvery wings followed suit behind the female of five feet. It must have been an odd sight; not only a fairy, but one of a humanoid frame.
The palace was extraordinary, built of foundations and terraces similar in structure to her own, but a completely different material make up. There were so many colors in comparison to the Woods, and the thought of redecorating her own sanctuary came to mind. Perhaps spending time among the mortals would prove to be more beneficial than she had in mind.
Guards throwing open the tall ornate doors, her arrival was announced, "Presenting... --Empress Galatea of the Winter Woods!"
And annoying concept, her brow twitched in retaliation from the pitched voice of the young squire to her left. He needed to grow a few more years and then hopefully his voice would drop a few octaves. Moving forward, her eyes looked upon the horizon, hoping to be greeted by the son of Rikel.
Far beyond her time, Farore created all living things in the world, --one of which was the Deku Tree and the great fairies tasked with preservation of nature. With time, even the smallest creatures could obtain enough power and rise within their own laws and customs, and Galatea freed herself from the Lost Woods and moved to a new domain with many of her brethren. Magic concentrated in the Woods of Winter, an oasis forming in the center and providing and optimal home for her fairies. The lesser beings flocked around their monarch, finding solace in her protection for all of time. [break][break] Every so often did a brave traveler stand steadfast against the elements to gain her blessing, or come with a babe to receive good fortune. These visits always provided some amount of respite and entertainment to her court, as they were often accompanied with many objects of curiosity for the fairies. None the less, in her corner of the world Galatea was far from being consumed by the greed and envy of mortality. [break][break] At least, until it fell into her possession. Faced with temptations, it was all too easy for the monarch to become absorbed in the ephemeral. [break][break] Four short years ago, a sensation gripped at the heart of the fairy, calling her to a secluded place within her domain. Traveling through the snow, she found a sight she was accustomed to, yet in his presence he possessed something magical. Unbeknownst to the Empress, she had pulled from the snow frozen man, a sliver of the Tri Force. Its radiance surged with her touch, causing the ancient being to flinch with confusion. What was this object, and why did it emit magic with a smiliar concentrate to the goddess's? [break][break] Months of theory, testing, and she soon became addicted to it's brilliance. The possession of the shard had imbued the Empress with capabilities on par with the Fairy Queen; opening up opportunity to further her reign. Such thoughts were unbecoming of a Fairy, but her ambition couldn't be subdued and the Empress would send out her fairy's in search of information on the shattered artifact and how she could come to obtain more.
[attr="class","Vappitemstext"] Blessing: As a Great Fairy, Galatea can imbue objects and beings with her ample magic. This can have varying effects depending on the item or person, but most of the time she is able to either increase the strength of an item's durability, or rejuvenate a mortal's stamina and spirit. This process takes but a few moments, but blessing in rapid succession can leave Galatea fatigued. [break][break][break][break] + Healing: Fairies possess the ability to heal wounds over an amount of time. The more posts spent healing, the more of the wound is healing, depending on the severity of it. Fairies can also give up their lives to resurrect a fallen ally. [break][break] + Flight: All fairies have the ability to fly. [break][break] - Weak to Darkness: While Fairies can use their form to light up the shadows, they also take more damage from dark magic attacks.