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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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She certainly wasn't sure what to expect from this man, however his stillness - a coldness in his eyes caught her attention as her own had narrowed. A chill trickled across the base of her neck, and as she watched his eyes, she blinked in succession and averted her gaze. She always prided herself in being able to read those around her - but not him. It was the same chilling gaze from whom had imprisoned her for so long, and those kind of people scared her.
She closed her eyes, letting him speak as he walked past her, and she followed quietly. He spoke of trusting the queen and her choices, but... she hadn't even seen the queen since before she was imprisoned. Where was she? Had that much actually changed? Had that many people actually lost their life? Taking a deep breath, she watched the men in the hall; some she recognized, others she did not. It seemed as though he was unwilling to allow her to go straight to her duties. Hands still full of her belongings, she watched as he had led her to the training grounds.
"And what exactly are you trying to find out on the training grounds? You want me to toss some guards around to see if I'm still useful?" she raised a brow, not knowing what exactly he planned for her to do. Manning the castle would likely be easier to do if she wasn't sore from battle. If her book got damaged in the process, she would be very upset.
As the man came into view, she took note of his sullen demeanor. Whispy silver hair, and eyes of fire, she could immediately detect the sheikah blood within him. Who was this man though? She never saw him before in her life, and apparently he was now the hand of the queen? Someone left in charge of the kingdom in her time away?
She furrowed her brows when he had mentioned to sit, looking around to where obviously there was none. If he expected her to kneel or sit on the floor before him, she'd have to decline to that request. "Eres Aiko," she said plainly as he asked for her name. He made a mention to her being early, and she was able to gather that he wasn't pleased about it.
So this was how it was going to be, huh?
She had to cast aside her worried mind as she let out a sigh in annoyance. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred if I was late? Or did not show at all? Someone needs to man the castle to protect it, because it certainly isn't you," she narrowed her eyes. She knew she was playing with fate by becoming disrespectful, but she would never let anyone speak to her that way; not even the queen--not that she would have.
"I'm afraid I've never met you before, so tell me; how did you become the seat of power in the queen's absence? Where were you when the kingdom fell? Did you stay behind so they could escape? Did you endure the pain of the Rogue Order when they chained us down and ordered us to obey?" her expression became cold, hands clamped over her books and scrolls tightly. "Oh, never mind, I suppose it doesn't matter. Although I'm not fully healed, I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I'll man the gates if I have to. Just record me down already."
Another long carriage ride, another shameful walk to the castle. A sight she never thought she would regret seeing again, as the guards opened the carriage and motioned her to follow. Still bruised from her time in the dungeon cell, abused by those whom followed Eleazar, she took a deep breath, trying her hardest to hold it together. She couldn't shake the sadness that weighed on her shoulders.
"Sad"sounded so childish to her though, like something flimsy, something one should be able to cast off with a happy reflection or the smile of a friend. But "sad" was nothing of the sort. It sat inside like the germ seed of depression, just waiting for the right conditions to grow, to send out roots to choke the hope out of her heart. It is the trough in which those struggled to return to the peak, always afraid that this time the rungs will be too slippery, too far apart or simply not there at all.
She would be expected to announce her return so that she may begin her duties at once. A sword strapped to her side, the silver haired sheikah followed closely behind the guards, hands buckled into her chest with books and odd belongings she was able to retrieve from her old home in Kakariko.
She stepped foot into the castle, the echo of chatter from either side ringing in her ears. She remembered these halls; the good, and the bad. Those painful memories were books with chapters, deep and horrible; and so she attempted to leave them on the shelf to gather dust.
"This way. You'll be given your scheduled duties within. Although the queen cannot be bothered with such petty commands at the moment, you'll be turned to her hand instead," the guard stopped at the large double doors of the throne room.
"Can't be bothered...? Is she alright?" Eres narrowed her eyes, confusion sprung within her as she wondered as to why Zelda wouldn't choose to do such a thing. She always had pleasant interactions with her.
"She is away. Taking time to reflect, I presume, though it does not matter, nor is it your business. You may proceed."
Eres nodded, deciding not to pick a fight. Had this happened before the fall of Hyrule, perhaps she would have had more choice words. But she was tired. She turned back to the door, waiting for them to open as two guards from the inside pulled the handles to allow her through.
She stepped inside, following the large vermilion rug which lead to the throne at the edge of the room, a man shadowed by the dim lighting appearing before it. She had not met this man before, surely? Could it have been Prince Artemis? Elinkar? She took her steps forward, approaching cautiously.
[attr="class","Vappfreeformtext"] [music]https://audio.jukehost.co.uk/BRI5rM9TRZ4E9XEWFFHiYujA8CAnDFyJ[/music] [break][break] Eres was born within the foundations of Kakariko Village, and as a member of the Sheikah tribe, it was her duty to swear allegiance to the crown and protect it with her life. She never faltered in her duties as she progressed through her training, and once she was of age, she was given the duty of castle watch. She couldn't help but be a bit relieved that she was not given the duty of being an attendant--it was much more cumbersome and required more time. As a member of the watch, she had much more freedom. [break][break] When the castle had been overtaken by the Rogue Order, Eres was one of many sheikah who stayed behind to fight while the royal family escaped. Though many did not survive, Eres was one of the unlucky ones to be taken prisoner. She was not permitted to leave her cell unless it was to labor for the new King and his lackeys. She became an indentured servant, stripped of her title and weapons. Bound in chains and kept weak enough to be frail, but nourished enough to live. She endured much suffering within those few years, which she refuses to speak of to anyone. [break][break] When word broke out about the siege, and that the royal family was victorious in their fight for their home, Eres was released from her chamber, and she was able to regain her status. She was sent back to Kakariko village with the other imprisoned sheikah, where the council would judge if they were fit to continue their duties or to retire. Eres, malnourished and mentally shaken, had prayed that she would be one among those sent to retire; however, the council refused that notion. [break][break] Anguished that she must persevere through her traumas, she was sent back to the castle to resume her duties. She wasn't quite as lively as before, much more sullen and sarcastic to hide her internal suffering. She truly enjoys her duties, but she wishes there would be more for her. When relieved, she often finds herself locked in her bunk, within the castle library, or off in the courtyard. Since she is a castle watch, she must always be on the grounds even when off duty.
IZANAMI: Eres is able to manipulate the very fabric of reality for a target of her choosing. Although she cannot move and must concentrate on such, she is able to cause reality to shift for her target, locking them within an illusion of her choice. While at common level, she can only cause visions to appear before someone, such as people or things that may not actually be there. They can speak and interact, however the target is still able to freely move and avoid if they choose. [break][break]
RACIAL ABILITY: + Night Vision: All Sheikah are able to see in the dark if they possess crimson colored eyes; however, they will glow in the darkness, making Sheikah a target for attacks if the others cannot see in the shadows. [break][break] + Lens of Truth: Sheikah have a natural ability to resist illusionary magic of equal or lower rank of their arcane trait. [break][break] + Weak to Light: Sheikah are weak to light attacks due to their natural ability to thrive with shadow based magic. Due to this, they will take extra damage to light magic. [break][break]