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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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It had taken a while, but Randio was sure he was getting close to his destination. The environment matched the description he had been given, at least. The old man at the tavern would tell the tale of this place to anyone who would hear it, getting drunker and drunker as the night went on. Not one to usually listen to drunken man's tales, Randio was nevertheless intrigued, and made sure he paid attention to the consistent elements of the man's story. After recent events, he needed a win. Some way to prove himself. A cave full of monsters and treasure would do more than perfectly. And even if the man's story turned out untrue, Randio could still take solace in escaping daily life for a couple of days.
He knew he wouldn't be alone. The old man's ramblings were the talk of the night and started buzzing throughout town. Randio had seen a couple of others travelling in the same direction, but it seemed most of them had given up. Or perhaps just taken a different pathway. Regardless, he was now alone, but wouldn't be surprised if there were still others around.
He went along the closest thing that resembled a pathway, and started noticing... tracks, probably? None he could exactly identify. His master had taught him a bit about identifying tracks, but he was drawing a blank here. They were big, though. Could be Gorons. They tend to hang out on the mountains. He continued walking, trying to look for any signs of life. He took his blade out of its scabbard. He could not yet see anyone or anything, but it couldn't hurt to be cautious. As he went on, he would eventually make out something resembling the entrance of a cave. As he got closer to his purported destination, he picked up the pace. If anyone else would have been around, they would probably have noticed his present nearby.
Were it not for the Moblin's battle cry before they swiped at him, he wouldn't have noticed anyone was around. The pigfolk's spear grazed the young Hylian's gambeson. Dangit.That almost got me. He took a swing of his blade at his foe, but it was parried by another sword, belonging to the other moblin.
To Randio's surprise, Duchess Maedhra anticipated his attacks. She easily sidestepped what would have been the blow that would have knocked her on her ass, and parried the next swing of his sword for good measure. It was at that moment that Randio realised he had dun' goofed fucked up made a mistake. It was over for him. He had underestimated his opponent's speed and perception and now he was going to pay the price. Of course someone whose entire fighting style was based on playing tricks on their adversary's perception would be pretty damn perceptive themselves. And he probably was obviously telegraphing his movements.
Too slow! Sloppy! Terrible! Weak!
He cursed himself under his breath and waited for the strike that would inevitably come. The strike that would end the fight before it had well and truly began. But the Duchess seemed to be taking her time with it, and Randio decided that perhaps he should take that window of time to turn around and hopefully keep on fighting for a little while longer. To his surprise, the lady of Bion had actually taken a couple of steps back, and was grinning.
"Impressive, I wouldn't want to get truffle dead in the way of your shield.", she declared.
Was she legitimately impressed or was she just mocking him? Randio couldn't tell, but he was leaning towards believing it was the latter. Why didn't she just end it when she could? Did she miscalculate? Or was it all deliberate? And if it was: why did she hold back, even when he explicitly asked her not to? And what did truffles have to do with it all? Whatever it was, Randio did not appreciate her just standing there, looking him up and down with that grin on her face.
Stop looking at me like that!
As if to liberate him from his discomfort, the Duchess soon dashed forward again to attack him. She seemed to have changed up her strategy, now keeping him at a distance. Randio could deal with these thrusts and jabs well enough, dodging where he could and blocking or parrying where needed. However, he was still faced with the challenge of a much faster opponent. And, again, he would have to close the distance and get in her range to even get a strike in. He had clearly underestimated who was in front of him. Or perhaps he had overestimated how well he would perform right after a previous match. Or perhaps both.
It was getting to him. He felt powerless, and it was frustrating him to no end. His opponent was in control of the fight, grinning the whole way through. Some of her attacks felt like she wasn't even trying. He felt like he was little more than a plaything. It was infuriating.
You're not good enough. You never were good enough.
He started putting more power into his swings and get on the offensive.
Is it going to be like this now?
His anger was like fuel to the fire of his attacks, but they became increasingly erratic. Are you just going to be angry again?
He knocked Maedhra's weapon to the side with his shield and sword.
Prove them right! Prove to them that you haven't changed! That you're little more than a brute!
He kept hitting.
As he let out an angry, primal roar, he swung his shield backwards before hurling it at his foe at full strength. Trailing the now propelling object, he sped right towards Maedhra, sword thrusting forward. All he cared about now was to take her down to the ground. He didn't even care if he didn't get a hit in with his sword. His body was a good enough weapon for this ball of anger.
The lady spoke in a matter that seemed a tad peculiar. Randio couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it was. He concluded that perhaps this was just how the higher nobility tended to talk. He also concluded that he would have to get something to eat after all of this was over.
A shift in behaviour became apparent in the Duchess. Gone was the boisterous teenage girl that stood there earlier, if just for a moment. Before him now stood the Duchess of Bion, addressing him in a tone that reminded him of how his relatives would speak to commoners: formal with a hint of authorative.
Randio bowed his head slightly. "My name is Randio Arthius Osin, Your Grace. Son of Sir Rodius. Squire to Dame Sorin Adoni." He mentioned his father because he was relatively well-known. The man was a respected warrior, but his real talent was with words. He was constantly making efforts to establish friendships with other nobles within the realms, allegedly to potentially improve their family's future. Mentioning Sorin was less of evoking a sense of familiarity than showing respect to the person who taught him. Most of what he was about to show could be attributed to her teachings, after all.
What in the name of Hylia!
The referee had barely sounded the signal when the little lady darted toward him at a pace Randio had not anticipated. The force with which the Duchess's blade struck his shield was also unexpectedly strong, whether it was due to the momentum or just the girl's raw strength. He had scantily recovered from this first strike when the next one was already well on its way, circumventing his shield and hitting the redhead on his left side. Had this not been a mock fight, he could've been in big trouble; padded armour or no. He grunted audibly, cursing himself under his breath. He parried another strike from the lady's sword with his own, if barely.
His opponent wasn't just fast, she was also surprisingly precise. Her fighting style seemed to be based on unpredictability and deceit. Her sword arm seemed to move into different directions than what her body language would indicate. Despite this, her strikes still had a speed and fluidity to them that kept Randio on the defencive. It was clear that this girl was well-trained, and was a different beast altogether than the contestants he faced before.
Beads of sweat appeared on Randio's head as he kept on just barely managing to defend himself from Maedhra's attacks. Trying to outspeed her was out of the question, for sure. The reckless tactics he used to defeat Tahmina weren't going to work. Randio would have to find another way to tip the scales for this fight. Most battles have one thing in common: they can all be decided with one good strike. Sometimes that meant hitting the opponent before they hit you. Other times you would have to be patient and find the best opportunity to put the situation back into your favour. It was a consistent factor in his training too. All the people he was trained by seemed to endorse a fighting style that depended on staying on the defencive. To be sturdy like a boulder, and break your adversary's balance, creating an opportunity for your next stike.
Randio decided that this tried and true method would have to be applied. Outspeed her he would not, but he did outclass her in size and therefore, presumably in strength. As the Duchess took another swing at him, the squire charged forward for a mighty shield bash, hoping it would put the girl out of balance. He followed it up with a slash towards Maedhra's left.
The red haired once again cursed himself for getting himself into this situation. Had he not told her to not hold back, he could have taken the time to gauge her first. Perhaps he even could have ended the fight before it would get too dangerous. Then again, when had he ever made things easy for himself?
Being challenged like this was what Randio Osin lived for.
Randio was still standing to the side of the ring, drinking water and taking some rest. He was still brooding over the fact that his last opponent seemed to be so spiteful towards him. He had tried to be nice and make up for how he treated her in the past, but she didn't seem to appreciate it. It kind of hurt. Then again, had been a real piece of shit all those years ago, and perhaps more had to be done for his actions to truly be forgiven. He would have to try harder.
There was a break after his match, which was prolonged by the arrival of what seemed to be someone important. At first glance, Randio thought Zelda herself had graced the tourneying soldiers with her presence, but upon closer inspection the lady seemed to be a bit younger than the Queen. Closer to his age, actually. He couldn't quite place her. He was sure she wasn't one of the younger Royals. His master Dame Sorin hadn't really provided him with a who's who of the realm's nobility, except when they had to directly deal with a lord or lady of some sort. His father did tell him lots of stories over the past few years of all the connections he had amongst the nobility,.But those were mostly just names Randio didn't know the faces to.
Regardless of who she was, the reason the tourney was stopped for a moment was because she wanted to participate. It was unusual for a new participant to join mid-tournament, but he was sure not many people would mind. It wasn't like the contest was super official. Besides, it would provide some extra entertainment. She was like a surprise guest! He wasn't sure he had ever seen her in action, but given by the way she was built and carried herself, Randio could tell she would be more than able to handle herself. So he didn't mind at all that she was negotiating for her participation.
Wait, did she just say five THOUSAND rupees? Who in Din's name is this woman?
It was not unusual for nobles to flaunt their money, but there were few people in the realm who would just throw such an excessive amount of rupees around so casually. Randio took another close look at the lady, and her entourage. That is when it clicked.
He was almost mad at himself for not noticing sooner. As someone who had been so absolutely immersed in and obsessed with stories of famous knights, he should have immediately recognised the crimson armour of the Duchy of Bion's famous knights. Heck, his grandfather claimed that their family was descended from a Crimson Knight of old. So the young lady would have to be Duchess Maedhra. Randio had heard she was young, but he had expected someone in her twenties, not a teenager. . He had heard she was called the "Red Demon". And he had seen how she and her knights had performed during the siege days earlier. Truly a sight to behold. A smile started to form on Randio's face. With the Duchess of Bion joining the melee, things would surely get interesting.
Hold on. Did she just point at me?
He snapped out of his train of thought as he realised that now all eyes were suddenly fixed upon him, expectantly. He stared at the young woman in disbelief. Did he hear that right? The Red Demon, the Duchess of Bion herself, wanted to fight him, a lowly squire? Oh, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He didn't even give a Bombchu's ass about the money. He could only think of the glory and prestige he would get just by fighting this person, let alone defeat her.
But would he be able to defeat someone who was clearly in a class of her own? He was confident enough in his own abilities. He was at least a decent fighter. But he wasn't the one with the cool nickname here.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there, staring at this new challenger, cup of water still in hand. He took one last gulp of water, set the cup back down on the table, grabbed his wooden sword and shield and walked into the open space that acted as the tournament's arena. He took a slight bow towards Maedhra.
"I'll accept, Your Grace. But promise me one thing."
The siege had made a profound impression on Randio. He had never experienced anything like it before. During his time with Dame Sorin, they’d stay far away from these kind of battles. It was both exciting and terrifying. So many things going on at once. Danger lurking in every corner. He had come out relatively unscathed, and so had most of his family. His father was still with the healers, however, but Randio had been told he wasn’t in critical condition. He just hoped that the old man wouldn’t die on him.
He was glad that an opportunity presented itself to take his mind of things and blow off some steam. A couple of knights from the different realms decided it would be a good idea to have a little tournament, and Randio couldn’t help but endorse it. Though but a squire himself –if he even still had claim to that title anymore- he managed to do pretty well for himself. He had beaten a more experienced knight in the first round. By the skin of his teeth, but still, Randio had won. He had fought with a certain ferocity and a refusal to pull his punches, that it had probably caught the more experienced man off guard. And he had used that to his advantage.
His next opponent was a squire, like him. A familiar face, even. She was one of his fellow pages back when he was still under Sir Livius’s tutelage. It had been about a decade since they had last seen each other, but Randio recognised her right away. And he was sure she had not forgotten him as well, by the way she looked at him. Not forgotten, and probably not forgiven. She had grown quite a bit, being nearly as tall as he was now. She also seemed to be quite muscular, though perhaps her armour made her look bigger than she actually was, just as Randio’s gambeson made him look significantly bulkier. Randio was well aware that she wasn’t to be underestimated. He saw her fight in the previous round. She seemed to favour the longsword, wielding it in a two-handed style, and fought with grace and precision. One could definitely tell she had been trained by one of Hyrule’s finest.
She didn’t seem to be at the top of her game in this fight, however. All she seemed to be trying to do is to keep him at a distance. She kept jabbing at him, keeping the pressure on him and putting him on the defensive, but she had yet to make any decisive moves. Randio was wondering if it was because of her feelings towards him. Was anger affecting her performance? Perhaps fear? He himself was also holding back. Something about fighting someone who confronted him with his past made him feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t exactly proud of what he did back then. He didn’t want to dominate her. He didn’t want to evoke those times, when he would beat her up during training, and sometimes even outside of it.
On the other hand, he also didn’t want to lose. Moreover, this fight was getting nowhere if it kept on like this. It was probably getting boring for anyone watching. Being that a tournament match is as much of a show as it is a fight, the match being boring was just unacceptable. They would have to step up their game. Especially if they wanted to impress the greatest knights in the realm.
As she took another thrust at him, he bashed her sword aside with his shield, which seemed to briefly throw her off. Not long enough, it seemed, because before he could well get into reach, she had already recovered, and made a swing to Randio’s right, aiming for his head. Randio managed to parry her strike with his own sword, but she quickly repositioned and took a swing at his left, going for his waist. “Shit!”, he exclaimed, as he barely managed to position his shield to fend off the attack, the sword bouncing off of the rim. He quickly took a couple of steps back, trying get some distance between them. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Yes! That’s more like it!
The pair would continue their dance for a while longer. They still seemed to be equally matched, but as the match went on, they would increasingly take more risks and put in more and more passion. Each time one seemed to get an advantage over the other, the crowd would cheer louder and louder, getting to a climax before each reversal, where it would all build up again. As much as he wanted it to go on a little while longer, he knew that the dance must and at some point. Someone would have to land the final blow. Preferably him.
Looking for weak points in his opponent’s defences, he noticed part of her stomach was not covered by armour. He decided that would be his path to victory. He would have to make sure he’d get an opportunity to strike at that point, and the battle would be over in an instant. He made sure to again gain distance between them. They both circled the makeshift arena, seemingly waiting for the other to strike. Randio decided that it was all or nothing. He started sprinting towards his adversary, keeping both shield and sword low, hoping to provoke her to strike from above.
She called his bluff.
As he closed in, he sped up, throwing his shield upwards to catch her attack, simultaneously striking as hard as he could towards her stomach with his sword’s pommel. As he heard his opponent gasping for air, he knew his plan had worked. As she let her left hand go off her weapon, he wrapped his shield around her right arm, trapping her sword arm, and put his wooden blade at her throat.
It was over, he had won.
They stayed like this for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes. Randio then let go, smiling. “You almost had me.”, he said to her. She just responded by shoving him away and leaving. “Hey! Wait! Tahmina!” She turned around to face him, glaring daggers at him. “What?”, she growled. Randio bowed. “Thank you for the fight. You did well”, he said. “Fuck you, asshole!”, she replied, before making an utmost rude gesture, turning around and marching away. Randio could feel the anger washing over him. “Fine! Be a sore loser then!”, he called out at her, raising his arms in frustration.
Stop getting angry. Calm down. Find something to calm down.
He walked over to a table at the edge of the “ring”, where they all had set up jugs of water and cups. He poured himself a cup, took a few sips and splashed the rest of the cup’s contents in his face. As he wiped his face and ran his hand through his hair, he noticed that the crowd had grown larger than he realised. He even saw that some big shots were among them. He just hoped that anyone who had seen the fight had paid more attention to the latter half of it than the boring first half and the display afterwards.
Randio Osin was born eighteen years ago to Rodius and Aelia Osin. Rodius was a Hyrulean knight, Aelia a respected priestess and healer. Being their third and youngest child, Randio was coddled by his parents, not having to live up to the same expectations his elder siblings were held to. Though most members of the family have pursued military careers for ages, the Osins are new players on the stage of nobility, the first among them to be knighted being Randio’s grandfather Aias. They weren’t notable landholders. They just lived in houses in Hyrule Castle Town and Hateno Village. Though on the bottom rung of the nobility class, Randio nevertheless grew up with the idea that his family was more noteworthy than the commoners. Taking incredible pride in his heritage, he looked up to his relatives, nearly idolising them. He began to equate his family to the heroes of stories and legends that his mother would tell him before bedtime. He would then dream about being one of them. A knight, fighting evil-doers and protecting the innocent. And he expected those dreams to become reality one day. Especially as he saw his brother and sister grow into that same role.
He would soon enough find out that the Goddesses may well have had other plans for him.
As is customary, if a knight’s child wished to be a knight themselves, they would have to live and learn under the wing of a knight from outside the family. As soon as he reached age seven, his father -a man who was good with words- arranged for Randio to become a page to Livius Faris, one of Hyrule’s finest and most reputable knights. The boy, along with two others, would live at Sir Faris’ household, receive a basic education, learn courtly matters and be trained in combat. They would have to spend the next several years doing things like running messages, cleaning clothing and weapons and just generally serve his master.
This didn’t go over well for Randio. He did not get along with Sir Livius, who he found to be way too strict. The man demanded the utmost discipline from his pages, while Randio had a tendency to be playful and joke around due to his loose upbringing. He was regularly disobedient, and only seemed interested and motivated when it came to the martial aspects of his education. Combat training was the only thing he enjoyed, and the only thing he excelled at. Being bigger and stronger than the other pages, he had an advantage, and his tendency to not hold back would often result in someone getting hurt. In time, he started bullying and getting into fights with the other children at the knight’s court.
After a year and a half of putting up with the red haired menace, Sir Livius sent the boy home. “You will never, ever be a knight.”, he had said. Randio would never forget that day, and how deep those words had cut him. He felt as if the world was ripped out from under his feet, and like his dreams had shattered all around him. Things didn’t get much better when he got back home. His family seemed to treat him rather coldly. Whenever his siblings would visit, they would completely ignore him. His mother would often scold him for the behaviour he had shown during his time at the Faris’ estate. His father grew distant, spending less and less time with his youngest son. As time went on, the boy started to retreat into himself, and would just stay inside of his chambers, the only thing bringing him any solace being books. He would read the stories that brought him so much joy when he was younger. He focused on his studies, making sure he showed the utmost discipline. He even managed to learn some basic magic from his mother. His behaviour didn’t completely improve, however. He would still get in fights with other children, who teased him about the reputation he had now gotten. As much as his parents tried to teach him to not be aggressive, he couldn’t help but react due to his hot temper.
His father would eventually look for another knight to take his youngest on as an apprentice. It seemed that word has spread of the young lad’s misbehaviour, however, and even Rodius’ silver tongue wasn’t enough to make anyone interested to give the boy another chance. Randio would have to accept that, perhaps, he would never become a knight like the rest of his family. Until, nearly a year after he had returned home, someone arrived at their doorstep who was willing. Dame Sorin Adoni, a young knight errant, would take the boy under her wing.
Soon enough, Randio would fall into the same behaviour as when he was a page to Livius Faris. He was not interested in anything that didn’t have to do with fighting and would half-ass in the task . However, he would learn that his time with Dame Sorin would be very different. The Adoni family name was once prestigious, but Sorin herself had very little to her name besides her horse and her equipment. She held no lands, and travelled around, earning her rupees doing odd jobs for people, and participating in the occasional tournament. She would provide her new apprentice with his basic needs for the first week of their time together, but would eventually ask him to provide for himself as much as possible. Or at least help her with necessary duties. While he initially refused, he would in time realise that his tasks were tied to his own survival. He didn’t live in a cozy house anymore, with servants making his food. He was in the wilderness, alone, with a strange woman being his only protection from said wilderness. He had nowhere else to go at this point.
And so they would spend many nights sleeping in stables, barns, caves and oftentimes in the open. Randio would argue a lot with his new master. Sorin, however, always remained calm. She seemed to be a lot more patient with him than anyone had ever been, and he at least appreciated that about her. She rewarded good behaviour with payment, and taught him how to handle money responsibly, telling him that if he saved up enough, he would be able to buy better equipment and his own horse. She didn’t need to tell him twice. Randio wasn’t fond of having to keep up with her and her horse on foot, while hauling all of his possessions along with him.
In time, Randio would come to trust and respect Dame Sorin. He didn’t always understand or agree with her methods and philosophy. He was always baffled whenever she refused monetary rewards, taking a night of food and shelter instead. And he disliked how much she would go out of her way to solve problems through non-violent means. Nevertheless, he trusted that she knew what she was doing. As long as they survived, and they were together, he knew things would be all right, and he wouldn’t complain too much. Even if he missed out on a lot of the major things going on in the world.
Randio would never forget the day he found out the royal family had been rejected by the Goddesses. He was baffled. Angry. Fearful. It wasn’t a concept he was able to process at the time. Sorin told him to focus on the here and now. The Royal Family didn’t need their help as much as the common folk did. Even, or especially when civil war broke out, Sorin would ensure they stayed as far away from the political as possible. During wartime, it was the people in the countryside, those who weren’t able to defend themselves and became targets for bandits and raiding soldiers, who needed their help the most. That was Sorin’s reasoning. Randio could not disagree with the sentiment.
Then everything changed as the Rogue Order took over and Eleazar Velyris took the throne, about three years ago. It didn’t sit well with Randio at all. He was now well into his teens, and passionate as ever. That passion and his anger over the situation got the best of him, and one day, as Sorin and he were visiting Hyrule Castle Town, he spoke out against the new regime at the wrong place, at the wrong time. As the guards attempted to arrest him, he resisted, and drew his sword. Sorin drew her own, and commanded him to leave. Randio expressed his desire to stay and fight.
“For Din’s sake, Randio. Why do you always have to make things difficult? Listen to what you’re told for once! LEAVE!”
The words cut deeper than he thought. He had never seen Sorin this angry at him. It reminded him of his old master, Sir Livius. Fear came over him, and he swiftly made his escape, not looking back one second. He miraculously made it to his horse and managed to flee the town. Before he knew it, he had crossed the border into Holodrum, his would-be pursuers nowhere to be seen.
It wasn’t until he set up everything to go to sleep that night, that he fully realised what had happened. His mentor sacrificed herself to save him. She might be dead and it was all his fault.
He bawled his eyes out for the rest of the night, unable to sleep for most of it.
Randio travelled to Holodrum’s capital. It’s nickname of Mercenary Town meant that he would probably be able to find some way to provide for himself there. To his surprise, he would find a familiar face among the mercenaries in town: his brother, Arelis. Arelis was, much against Randio’s expectations, happy to see his younger brother, and asked him to come with him to the place he now stayed at. He told him that he and their parents had secured a house within the city after they fled Hyrule during the Rogue Order’s takeover. Their sister, Ilsilia, was still in Hyrule, but last they heard she was safe. Randio couldn’t believe what he heard. His family, the people he had admired all his life. Knights, who had sworn an oath to protect their royals and country, had fled that same country and got a comfortable place to live, while people back home suffered. They had left their honour behind to become sellswords, while Sorin, a woman he now realised he should have respected way more, had made the ultimate sacrifice for him. Randio walked away angrily, calling his brother dishonourable, telling him he wouldn’t see his family and find his own place in the city.
Randio would spend the next few years doing odd jobs and taking up mercenary work, despite his relatively young age. His anger towards his family would cool down with time. Randio would eventually decide to see his family again. He would even spar and occasionally take on mercenary jobs with them. It would be during this time that he’d learn from his mother to properly use magic. But he refused to live under the same roof as them. He felt that it would be a disservice to the woman who taught him to provide for himself. He would make sure he made enough rupees to pay for his stay at an inn.
His father told him they were biding their time. That, behind the scenes, plans were being made to one day take back Hyrule for the royal family. And that day would soon be upon them, so Randio learned, when his sister showed up at his parents’ doorstep, informing them that they’ve been summoned to take part in the invasion.
Randio was more than eager to help get rid of the dark powers that now ruled his home country. Above all, he hoped that Sorin had stayed alive all those years. He felt the chances were slim. All he could do was hope.
Because otherwise, he felt he could never make up for what she’s done for him.
Sword and shield: A double-edged arming sword of fairly simple design. Made of steel, it’s about 3 feet long. The blade is two inches wide. The crossguard is about four inches wide, and curves slightly upward. The grip is covered in leather straps for better grip. The pommel, resembling a balled fist, is about as wide as the blade, and about as long as it is wide.
The shield is likewise simple in design. It is round, and about 3 feet in diameter. The front has been painted crimson and white, each colour taking up one half of the shield, separated vertically from the middle. The shield has already seen its fair share of use, and has been repaired a couple of times. It is made of wood, with linen on top.
Ward / Shield of the Goddess: A magical ability taught to him by his mother during their time in Holodrum. It creates a barrier around the user and the objects they are carrying, taking the shape of a faint, white aura. It protects the user from weaker, magical attacks. Randio can only use this for a limited time, and he has not yet mastered how to efficiently use this spell.
The power lasts for one post, and cannot be used for three more posts.
RACIAL ABILITY: Because Hylians are naturally magical, they have one extra magic slot.
OTHER: He carries a leather backpack for all his miscellaneous stuff.