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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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It was an odd experience, to be objectively less safe than she had been at any time in the past few hundred years, but to also feel more safe than she had in the last two. There was just something about being here, with Midna and the people most loyal to her, that put Rizali back into a more comfortable mindset, despite being nearly powerless after passing into this realm.
As they pulled away, she tried her best to surreptitiously wipe the tears from her eyes by pretending to wipe away sweat from her brow. “I have to admit it’s strategically sound; if I didn’t think to look for you here, I’m sure nobody else would either. My biggest concern is that something is blocking most of my spellcasting in this realm, and I fear I won’t be able to help as much as I’d like.”
She took a few steps to look out at the sands, raising a hand to shield her eyes from some of the light. She was somewhat mystified that the heat was so bad it was causing her vision to ripple and swim. It was a strange decision to settle here, but she really did see the benefit in it; Zala’Vas was hedonistic, he’d surely think Midna was in Castle Town (as had she, admittedly), or at least anywhere but the least pleasant place in the universe to-
Her legs buckled, and she very quickly had to lean against an ad-hoc wall that had been set up. Her chest felt so hot, it was almost painful. “Perhaps you’re right, though. I’d love to talk, but I think I need sleep quite badly.”
aw, what an emotional reunion! yes, a girl and her wolf! eee hee!
To be entirely honest, the moment in which Midna decided to show up was a bit awkward. Sekne had been in the middle of saying something stern and humourless, much like normal, and if she’d looked over, she would have seen Rizali sticking her tongue out at her. She’d learned that behaving in a somewhat childish manner was the best way to not only get under Sekne’s skin without being stabbed, but also possibly bringing them a little bit closer.
But instead of Sekne noticing, it was Midna.
Though she’d spent so long trying to be as professional and courteous to Midna as possible in the court, in that moment, a lot of emotions welled up in Rizali. Immediately upon hearing Midna speak and actually seeing her, Riza forgot herself. “Midna!” she exclaimed, rushing forward and nearly tackling the princess into a hug. It wasn’t for a few beats that she realised what she had done, somewhere in the second sentence of Sekne’s reply.
Her cheeks flushed, a bit horrified that she had just broken all protocol in a moment of weakness. But she also couldn’t stop the tears of relief; she hadn’t been able to do anything the last time, but seeing Midna this time meant that things were going to be okay. She felt safe in a way that she hadn’t since before the Zant cult had begun rising up, and all it took was sacrificing everything and going to a horrific place.
aw, what an emotional reunion! yes, a girl and her wolf! eee hee![break][break]
“Seeeeeeeeekne, how much further ughhhhh.”
It felt like they had been walking together for days, not just after leaving Castle Town, but across the entire sun-blighted hellscape of Hyrule and, eventually to the edge of a massive desert. Looking out across the great, sun-drenched expanse of heat and reflective ground making it even more bright, Rizali had a moment of wondering whether or not Midna had actually lost her mind. Maybe this was all a mistake and if she went back to Zala’Vas and grovelled for a while, he’d be amused by it and let her live in a land to which she was more accustomed.
The thought had also crossed her mind, naturally, that this was all a giant prank and at the end of it, Sekne would just disappear and leave her all alone in the middle of this, the worst possible place for any Twili to live. Or maybe it was a prolonged torture to kill her.
By the time they saw a few ramshackle structures, Rizali was sore and tired and sweating, and she really just thought it might be a better fate to die instead of continuing any further. She wasn’t sure how she would survive further here, even if this was true after all. Maybe she’d be able to get some tips from Sekne or Midna or anyone else who might be out here. Surely they had a small army by this point, given how loved Midna was. But she was certainly on the verge of collapse by the time they got to the camp, around the same time the sun was finally getting lower in the sky.
While someone was sent to get Midna for this identity verification, Rizali leaned up against a wall, closing her eyes to try and retain some measure of energy. What a hellish trip this had been, and she hadn’t even seen the reward she sought yet. “I trust you well enough by now, Sekne, but if this ends up a wildly-elaborate prank and you kill me anyway, I want you to know it wasn't funny.”
As Midna’s personal assassin stepped back, Rizali felt some strength return to her legs, and stood up, straightening her robes. The one thing she knew about Zala’Vas from their time together in court was that he truly believed what in what he was doing; if he had sent this assassin, she wouldn’t be using lies and subterfuge. It gave her a small amount of comfort, and that comfort was all she needed.
Of course, this nameless assassin had no patience or class, which would have been annoying if she wasn’t also holding a knife. “If you serve Her Highness, I would honestly prefer you not let me go. I have been in this wasteland for too many days and I’ve despised every second of it. My name is Rizali Corvus, and I was to be the new Court Mage until you-know-who took over. I wasn’t able to flee until now, but I want to help. I need to.”
She stopped an inward-facing levity from reaching her features. “If you do not trust me, I will remain here while you check with the Princess. She knows me, I’ve served in her court since… the last time this happened. She knows what I went through and that I would never turn on her. Or you can take me to her yourself, at knife-point, and have her clear me there. If she says no, you can always kill me then.”
when life gives you lemons berate it for its bad choices
The worst time of day, besides the obvious answer of whenever the sun was up, was high noon, when most angular shadows disappeared and thereby so did most of what Rizali used to hide away from living in abject horror. She had activated her glamour to pass as one of these Shriekers or whatever they were called, the pale edgy ones who didn’t speak much and had a penchant for knives. Whatever they were, she found that people didn’t bother her nearly so much when she glared at them, as long as it was from behind this face and not her normal one.
The city centre was nice, though. She had stolen enough of these roobies or whatever they called them (she refused to call them rubies, they weren’t all red) and gotten a basic grasp on how much currency they each were worth to get by, so she was able to entertain herself when she had to pretend to be one of these loathsome Hylians. Humans? She had heard both and didn’t really know how to tell them apart.
In fact, she had only just recently come across a blessed boon, a shop that served some manner of energising beverage, as if someone had combined courser bee honey with stamella shrooms and mixed it all together without actually using any of those disgusting ingredients and instead just boiled some beans. The first day, she had tried it plain, to see how she might like it, and it had been utterly abhorrent. She sputtered and coughed and nearly vomited on a rabbit running by at the time. But the next day she oddly wanted more, and the strange mortal serving it smiled at her -condescendingly- and offered to make her something sweeter. And that had been quite satisfactory.
She was drinking one of those now as she huddled under an overhang and watched the square. One of these Humylians was discussing her woes with her cow, who seemed more interested in the apple she was eating than anything else. Riza took a sip of her hot, sweetened bean juice and began approaching, curious about this cow capable of holding a discussion, for one.
“Excuse me, mailmortal person,” she began, staring at the cow before its rider, “what are you having trouble with?”
Riza was happy to see that her response seemed to have caused some level of confusion. Before the answer came to her, she got a cynical pleasure out of the fact that, if she couldn’t go out in some heroic or legendary action, at least she accomplished some small act of rebellion. Clearly Pem’s dogs weren’t used to nobles talking back to them, even if the bravery in the act was entirely feigned.
But that wasn’t the case at all, as she soon learned. The reason for the confusion was because… this girl had thought Rizali Corvus, master enchantress a servant of the usurper king? The relief that flooded through the illusionist’s body was like ice water in her veins, sapping all the energy from her. Her legs wobbled, and she likely would have slid to the ground if not for the arm pinning her to the wall. The one thing she couldn’t resist, however, was laughing. It was an ugly laugh, more in her throat than her stomach. She had a hard time believing that, after all of this, she wasn’t going to die after all.
“You’re not one of the Usurper's? Truly? Please don’t be lying to me so I’m happy right before you kill me.”
A few different thoughts ran through Riza’s head during her brief experience of the ground. First was, of course, the burning in her lungs and the retroactive realisation that maybe if she had ever exercised, she could have run more than the length of one of these homes. The second was that she was about to be killed or dragged back to the Twilight by a member of Pem’s entourage. The third was annoyance that she was about to be killed by someone both younger and prettier than her.
Things progressed as she had expected as her arm was grabbed and she was wrenched upward, around, and against a wall. The collision forced a light “nh” to escape her lungs, but before she could react further an arm was across her collarbone and a knife was to her chest. Her heartbeat was so fast that no doubt her attacker could feel the fear. She tried to get her breathing under control, but it was hard, and while she felt a dark excitement at being pinned down like this, it was also terrifying.
At the other Twili’s words, Riza felt her eyes tearing up. It was all so unfair, it was unfair and shitty and she hated this. Through blurring vision, she glared into her assassin’s eyes and set her tremoring jaw. Her voice came out as anxiety-ridden and wavering, but cold. “I won’t apologise for abandoning your usurper. I-if I have to decide between you taking me back and killing me...” she swallowed, hard, “then I’d rather die.”
This was, if it were not obvious, quite different from Riza’s expectations of first contact with one of her own kind in this world. When she had received so many confused glances and responses to her initial questions, she had assumed it was mere stupidity on the part of the Hylian people. Over the past days, she had come to realise that she clearly was the only Twili in this realm other than the princess herself. But now, even that expectation was dashed and subverted at the intimidating hand of this young woman.
When she had seen her new acquaintance’s hand go for what was no doubt a weapon, hers went trembling to the wand at her belt. She had never actually been in a fight, and the anxiety of the situation had immediately gotten to her. The words barely struck her, swimming in a sea of buzzing noise as a ring of darkness closed around the edges of her vision. The skin-tone disguise melted away to reveal the blue-grey underneath, itself clearly off-tone and pallid.
Finally, when words came to her, Rizali found her voice trembling. “Y-you won’t take me back. I w…on’t let you.”
Nope, that was all the courage she’d had in her body. With full knowledge that she wouldn’t be able to outrun one of Pem’s dogs, and that her own illusion magic wasn’t going to sustain with her this scared, the court mage pushed backward with her left foot, turned, and began to flee. If there was one upside to having been imprisoned in these city streets for the last several days, it was that she had begun memorising the layout.
There was a certain exhilaration to fleeing for one’s life. Even as she reached the end of the block and felt her lungs already beginning to burn, Rizali could have laughed. If she had told herself this would have gone so poorly, would she have just stayed a court pet for the newest ass to sit on Midna’s throne? Or would she have just ended it by jumping from her window? It was hard to say, but she wasn’t going to let herself be put back in that situatio-
As she turned the corner, her foot didn’t catch properly on one of the cobblestones, and she ended up sprawling herself across the street, exhausted and a full twenty paces from her would-be assassin. On the one hand, this had been an utter disaster, but on the other, this was probably the furthest she had ever sprinted in her life. Personal best!
Across the centuries in which she had been alive, there was specifically one thing Rizali had never been, nor was that thing something she had ever experienced in the events that surrounded her. It had taken little more than a thimblefull of days in this forsaken, sun-blighted land to make her realise, however, that she was now in a realm that was completely and utterly dull. Perhaps there had been some time or would soon be some event that would make things lively and interesting, but that was clearly not this place nor this day.
She had spent the last few hours (though to her mind it felt months) cohabitating a shadow in one of the back streets of Hyrule Castle Town with two rats and a doorway to what smelled to be a refuse pit, but was apparently some manner of public bath. While an afternoon in an alley would normally not rank in her list of things to do, there was little choice in the matter given what she had experienced thus far. Even when they didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with her appearance, Hylians were, much to her dismay, especially hard to talk into giving her information on where one of her own kind might go, much less a princess. And so she had resorted to this, eavesdropping like some street urchin, hoping that one of the people walking by in clothing that wasn’t falling off would drop information that might prove useful.
But they were so dull, it was terrible. The bumpkins of Castle Town seemed perfectly at ease discussing what they were eating that night, or how their day at work was, or the political implications of the recent wars. Nothing about Midna, nothing about the coup that had taken place in her world, nothing interesting at all. She was verging on the edge of desperation; she had given up more or less everything to get here, and now she was sleeping in the shadows, running away from dogs, and stealing food. How far the mighty had fallen.
Convinced she was to find no useful information here, Riza began moving away from these rats she had determined were probably aware of her presence and the door which, conversely, probably was not. The good thing about doing this in the late afternoon was that the buildings covered most of the streets in shadow.
The beginning and end of Riza’s service to the royal court of the Twilight Realm stand like the chorus surrounding centuries of slightly different stanzas. Born to first-generation nobles, she had access to tutors and education afforded to those with status, without her parents confronting many of the expectations or pitfalls of their betters. Riza was found to be a quick study, with a sharp wit and a tendency to find trouble, though never enough trouble to warrant major repercussions. When she showed an aptitude for magic, her parents were ecstatic; magic wasn’t necessarily uncommon, but if one was powerful in it, they could enjoy advancement and security in the court.
Upon completing her basic education in her late teens, Riza was assigned a patron in the court, a lesser courtier. They both knew the relationship was temporary, and that Riza was eventually meant to advance out of the partnership, but the two became friends. The elder Twili recognised in her a burning ambition and ego, and stoked those fires. He taught her the more… subversive elements of illusion magic, how to increase one’s charisma and nudge people toward her way of thinking, how to disguise herself mask her voice to eavesdrop in places she shouldn’t be. He also introduced her to other members of the court, and she found that she quite enjoyed the diplomatic games they played. While her patron expected her to surpass him someday, he also wanted her to feel indebted to his kindness, so that she would help him out in turn. But Riza’s experience of court life lasted only a couple of years before intrigue and politics were the least dangerous thing around.
Shortly after Zant’s forces swept into the castle and usurped Midna, his soldiers began apprehending nobles that had been in the court for too long, those he considered “Midna-Loyalists.” Even as the Twilight Princess built a coalition in the realm of light, Zant decapitated what she’d built back at home. Riza’s patron was one of those executed. She was rounded up at the same time as him, and would never forget the sound of the knock at her door, the faces of Zant’s “royal guard” leering down at her, the inquisitor she sat across from and his demeaning words, his scorn. Still, the girl was fortunate in that her tenure in court was deemed of an acceptable length. She was asked a series of questions, forced to loudly denounced Midna and her former patron in front of the Usurper King, and then allowed to return to work. It wasn’t long before she was assigned a new position working for the Royal Court Mage, a Zant-placed crony. Riza filed paperwork for him, scheduled meetings, took dictation, and cried herself to sleep out of pure fear every night. She didn’t hate Midna, she actually quite liked her. The time she spent under Zant’s rule permanently scarred her, not so much the fear of the man himself but more what she was forced to do just to survive. Her patron’s screams as he was dragged away, his pleading tone asking her to tell the inquisitors that he was innocent. Her heart broke in that time, and never really fixed itself.
And then it was over. Midna and her Hero of Light battled Zant and the demon that had given him his power, killing them both. She swept back into the capital and took up her throne once more, and Riza felt… empty. She was emotionally and mentally exhausted, too tired to even feel relief at the danger having passed. She found it was good to work through the trauma, helping Midna readjust to court life and helping resettle things. In return for her assistance, she was given an apprenticeship under the new Royal Court Mage, a lovely old man who treated her like a person and helped her hone her magical ability. The next 200 years were stable, wonderful for her self-esteem and career. She got to know the other nobles, raised the prestige of her own house through her research and hard work, and was being groomed to eventually replace the old man who had taught her so much. She found it difficult to relax, though. It was hard to connect with people again when in her worst nightmares they were dragged to the guillotine. It was hard to trust them when a voice in her head told her everything they said was a lie.
What little faith Riza had in things working out ended with the rise of the cultists. A bubbling anxiety began to rise in her gut again as she sat in on meetings with the Court Mage, meetings where he was informed of more guards found dead, or large demonstrations of those who would imitate Zant. Her breath would catch when someone in the court made a move she wasn’t anticipating, and quick movements threatened to stop her heart. Riza, of course, wasn’t the only courtier who had been around before, and she had been seeing others ducking into private rooms to ride out anxiety episodes just the same as they no doubt had been seeing her. Her already troubled sleep only got worse after Midna’s official proclamation regarding the cultists. Deranged, bloodthirsty, wanting to follow in the footsteps of Zant. Eventually, the fear began to affect her work. Her mentor was understanding and offered her some time off, so she could get away from the castle until this all blew over. The news was getting better, he told her. The attacks were getting less severe and less frequent, and the castle was as secure as it had ever been. She declined, much to her later regret, but believed him. He was correct, of course; the stories were getting better and the feeling of anxiety that hung over the court began to dissipate.
The knock at her door was the same as the one 200 years earlier. The exact same. Even though she had no way of knowing what it was, the blood froze in her veins when she heard it. Her stomach dropped and heart threatened to leave her when she opened the door to see the same masks Zant had worn, tears leaping to her eyes. She hadn’t heard the struggle as Midna had fled, nor any sounds of fighting from her wing of the palace. But she was led to another tribunal, though fortunately was spared facing the new Usurper King, and forced to denounce everyone around her once again. To her reckoning, Pem wasn’t as chaotically violent as Zant, and while she was released from her position, Riza was instructed to remain on the palace grounds, under the eyes of the guard. She was expected to do work during this time, though it was more prison labour than that to which she had been accustomed. Outside of meetings strictly related to her assigned work, she was isolated. She had two options, to kill herself or to defect, find Midna, and help restore her to the throne. Given that she could always just do the former if she failed the latter, she saw no issue with giving it a try.
If anything, it was surprisingly easy to slip out. Pem’s guards were dutiful and wary, but she had been working diligently and, upon request, cleared to visit her family for a day. Her parents lived on the opposite end of the city, still in that smaller estate that kept them from the prying eyes of thieves and anti-establishment radicals. Once she was out of the lines of sight of the guards and the Sols, she pulled a small cloth out of her cloak and unwrapped it, revealing a small mirror shard. It had taken all of her remaining fortune, cashing in every favour she was owed, and no small amount of luck for the snippets of conversations and slipped notes to avoid the guards, but she had been able to get a small shard of a magic mirror. An amusement bubbled inside her, a cynical humour that had manifested and been nurtured under Zant’s government. Her life’s work, everything she’d done, amounted to a small trinket that wouldn’t even last the trip. Understanding that her life rode on success, she steeled herself, released a breath, and travelled to the world of light.
It took several days to adjust to this new land. She’d emerged in Castle Town, a name she had read in a book once but of which she had no further knowledge. The light realm was an exact antithesis to the environment in which she had learned to cast magic -and, well, live- and merely existing within it weakened her. She was still able to disguise herself, but any other spell she’d learned during her apprenticeship was too much for her. Fortunately the city was less busy at night, and she could disappear in the shadows, allowing her to to steal some clothing to cover her hands and skin, and also to blend in with the natives to this realm. All that remained visible was her face, allowing her to limit her magic use to a minor glamour darkening her skin and allowing her to pass as a Sheikah, the closest light realm inhabitants to her race. It was a relief, once her disguise had been completed, to avoid the glares of the people around her- despite having all of their needs so easily fulfilled, the denizens of this realm seemed wary and suspicious around her, almost rude. In escaping their close attention, she was at least able to begin searching in earnest.
SPELL OR ITEM NAME: Intermediate Illusion - Being practised with illusion magic, Riza is capable of instantly manifesting a glamour or magical disguise, and maintaining it for some time. If she’s doing something basic, like changing the skin tone on her face to blend into the Light Realm, she can maintain the disguise for up to twelve hours before needing to rest. If it’s something more intensive, like appearing to be another race entirely and masking her voice, she can only hold the illusion for up to one hour before needing to rest. This time limit is based on stress as well; she must maintain at least some concentration on her appearance. If she is in battle or in a particularly stressful or dangerous situation, her ability to maintain a disguise will shorten to a matter of minutes. [break][break]
RACIAL ABILITY: + Shroud: Twili have the ability to become one with the shadows around them, making them masters of stealth. They can hide in a shadow of any size while they are in the Realm of Light. [break][break] - Weak to Light: Twili are vulnerable to light based attacks and sunlight, taking extra damage from those kinds of magic. [break][break]
OTHER: A wand gifted to her by her mentor, the Court Mage to Midna. It is made of dark wood, with blackstone at the edges encircling white, roughly-cut crystals. Wrought, gold-plated metal winds around the length of the wand, clasping the stone at each end just below the crystal setting. When she is using the wand as a focus for her magical abilities, the crystal at the top will emit a faint glow.