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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
At her most idealistic, which was always in her core but only came out when she was particularly drunk, Reverie wished for a peaceful solution to most problems. Fighting one on one with someone was thrilling, to the point that she might say it was her favourite activity to pass the time, but it was significantly less fun to participate in a large-scale battle, or manoeuvre around in a war where innocent lives could be lost or permanently harmed.
In that manner of thinking, she had always hoped for the most optimistic alliances and peace accords between the various races and tribes. The more interwoven everyone was with one another, with trade or cultural pursuits, the better the odds a random war wouldn’t strike up between them and ruin lives. And starting with an alliance among the various Goron tribes, or at least the two most alike in demeanour, seemed an easy sell for her. Especially because she knew where she was starting with both tribes, having spent time among both.
She was also hopeful with Konungr, though not certain of her place with him. His father had been coldly polite with her, which she understood given her off-brand choice of lifestyle and career, but Konungr had more or less grown up with her around. She had left the knighthood when he was still a child, and spent a significant amount of time in Death Mountain between contracts, then even more during the past five years. They just hadn’t had that much time to interact, especially since he rose to his current position.
But she was still optimistic, especially when drunk, and so she took the glass Koru had slid her way and downed it. “I’m little more than a runt who left to be the largest pebble in a smaller quarry, so I understand if it isn’t much, but I’d be happy to help in whatever way I can. If you need someone unknown to make contact with Holodrum, I wouldn’t mind putting my neck out for it. After all, if all three of our tribes were on the same warpath, we would have been able to roll into Castle Town and take it five years ago, Hylians or no Hylians.”
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
It was a surprising gesture of sweetness for Koru to change the subject back to that of Hyrule and the reason for the celebration around them. The level of respect and trust was not lost on Reverie, who replied with a smile before downing the rest of her tankard in solidarity. While she didn’t have as much experience with higher-class spirits as the chieftain, she could also safely admit that beer did little for her besides dulling her senses for a while and stopping some of those more pesky and worrisome thoughts. The knights with whom she had worked for so long were much more on the level of Koru and had introduced her to things that were much more her speed, but she could appreciate the slight torture beer provided on the road to getting drunk.
“I am happy that we were successful. Certainly ridding the world of Eleazar was a good thing, and so many are able to return to their homes.” She quickly switched out her tankard to take another drink before her thoughts could go too far down the mogma hole. She was more tied to the Hylian Royal Family than almost any Goron, certainly more than Koru and Konungr, though hopefully Konungr would change that and develop a strong relationship with the new queen. Things had been hard on her the last few years, and while she was getting her confidence back, it was a process.
Something she and Koru had spoken of before, what felt like so long ago now, had been bouncing around in her mind since the siege though, as if she needed more to think about. But it was an interesting one, a potential goal going forward, now that things were able to rebuild. “Our city will certainly seem much quieter without the refugees, but I had a thought. I’m not sure if you’ve spoken to Chief Konungr about this yet, but you may remember our conversation on strengthening the bond of our tribes, as well as those with Holodrum. Now more than ever, I would like for us to be a closer family, so no matter what is happening outside, we can be there for one another.”
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart, Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow, Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
To say it had been an eventful month would have been an understatement. From working with the returning forces out of Holodrum, to reconnecting with some of the Knights of Hyrule, to laying siege to the very walled city she had spent a significant portion of her life protecting. And then so many parties. Not in Castle Town, too busy rebuilding its infrastructure and taking stock of its losses, but seemingly everywhere else.
She didn’t mind it with her own people, of course. The Gorons of Death Mountain were a jovial people who loved fighting, so of course they were going to have a big party after being unleashed into the largest war of the generation. The whoops and dancing and music echoing from the halls below transitioned her gentle reverie to a wistful smile.
When she had come back to the city after Castle Town was taken, her people had, as always, taken her back in with open arms. She had wallowed for a day or two before getting in the ring again, losing herself in the constant training and fighting and getting her mind back into a place where she could channel her focus. She had been dealt a severe emotional blow, but training helped with that.
Reverie was standing on a bridge between the upper levels of two buildings looking down on the festivities. She was unarmed, something only true when she was within Goron City, and wearing a basic set of clothing. She wore a dark rust-coloured, heavy cloth jerkin over equally heavy dark brown leggings and leather boots. She had watched some of the various Gorons and notable non-Goron figures chatting and enjoying the music and dancing. A warm and reassured feeling settled in her heart looking upon it.
But then she noticed something else, something extremely surprising and unlikely. The Goron Chieftain of Labrynna, Koru Dugri, had entered and was passing through the various floors of the city making her greetings and making sure she was being seen here. It was fully in character, from the interactions Reverie had had with the chieftain, and she couldn’t help but be amused. As Koru began making her way toward the bar that had been set up for the jubilee, the knight followed behind, keeping a casual distance until the chieftain began drinking.
She approached the bar and requested a drink of her own. “Chief Koru,” she exclaimed, holding the tankard up, “It’s been a while! How are our brothers and sisters of the west?”
Hear now, Reverie, daughter of fire, Spear of Hyrule, to valiant hearts sing Of victory waiting, yet to be claimed from The steel-bond forgers of wicked Eleazar.
It was hard to believe that a mere four days had passed since the siege. Though Reverie had only taken a few cuts in battle, she was only today able to begin to relax. Perhaps it was her proximity to the memories that lie within the castle walls, or the knowledge that she had been involved in a siege to retake a city in which she had lived for more than a century. It had been more than a normal battle, and was one in which Reverie was proud to have taken part, despite quietly refusing a reward.
Soldiers had a strange way of looking at things, she had decided. Even beyond the normal distinctions between infantry, guardsfolk, and knights, the humours changed as well. Generally, non-knighted infantry were farmers or city-dwellers who had only a basic level of training and required oversight. Depending on the amount of time needed for their wounds to heal, most had returned to their homes as soon as possible after the fighting had ended. What remained, a mixture of guard officers and knights within the nobility, decided the best way to celebrate the broken streets and burning skyline of Hyrule was to have a tournament. While the stonemasons and carpenters worked themselves to exhaustion ensuring a home to return to, these noble few would celebrate with steel.
That wasn’t to say Reverie had avoided participating entirely. She felt uncomfortable entering Hyrule Castle Town these last twenty years and refused herself entry even now, when she might be able to help. Her sins required more than pretty words and a steady hammer to repent. She had spent the last few days whittling away her remaining funds on drink and repairs at the edge of the makeshift camp, lying in the grass and planning what she would do next. What she could do was earn back her spent rupees by participating in battle, pack up her things, and leave with the morrow’s dawn. And so she had done; more than once since dawn, she had taken up her spear and entered the ring, her dancing outmanoeuvring those who stood against her, and her pouch was all the more full for it.
But what was happening in this moment interested her far more than her own trials. The red-haired Hylian boy who had fought his way through a few opponents thus far, and was currently standing against one of those aforementioned nobles, reminded her of someone. His fighting style, especially in this current match, was fairly standard for the knights she had served with, but contained a few extra, very particular, quirks. She had determined she would speak to him after this match… assuming he was still conscious.
The blonde blur he faced was someone she knew well. Reverie had only seen Bion a few times, once when on campaign some fifty years prior, and then again when taking a contract from the late Duke. That last time, she had met his daughter, though she was still in swaddling clothes and would certainly have no memory of it. Her reputation had grown nearly as quickly as she had, however. Only sixteen and already a real red demon on the battlefield. A pity that one so young had to be involved in war, but while she couldn’t relate to it, Reverie understood the urgency with which most Hylians viewed their lives.
It was Dame Sorin Adoni’s name being spoken that cleared the confusion. The last apprentice she had taken on before her resignation. So she had not only become a knight, but was taking on squires of her own? Some small amount of pride swelled in her chest, and she watched the remainder of the battle with even more interest.
[attr="class","Vappfreeformtext"] Born among the smoke and lava of Death Mountain, Reverie’s earliest memories were watching her brethren and sistren fighting for position and dominance. Something about this culture of strength and aggression settled into Reverie’s bones early on, and stirred into a fire needing to be the best. First as a child, and then moreso as an adolescent, she became heavily invested in the Goron duelling culture, taking enjoyment in the sound of a punch landing, the slap of a kick to her opponent’s side, and the feeling of holding her opponent down in a successful grapple within the confines of the ring.
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Something about hand-to-hand combat started losing its charm as Reverie entered adulthood. Though she was faster and could land more hits than the massive, ancient champions of the ring, she was smaller in build than them and lacked the pure physical strength to push them out of bounds. It was frustrating, especially when the normal weapons for the Goron, strength-amplifying bracelets and huge warhammers, weren’t satisfying to wield. And so, when she turned 30, she left for Hyrule Castle Town to enroll in guard training, with a weather eye on becoming a knight of the realm. Though her father and the chieftain did not approve of this decision, they allowed her the freedom to explore her dreams, and as far as she could tell, the only ill will born by any of those involved was from her and aimed at herself.
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Training with the Hylians was a highly rewarding experience. Reverie thrived under a strict and disciplined environment, and genuinely enjoyed being forced into a routine. While her experience of life before had been fairly structured, it was more effort to fit within the expectations of the Hylians, and she wanted to be in a place where effort was rewarded. Additionally, she had a space in the barracks, people around her she could talk to about combat and who loved sparring, and plenty of the structure she desired. Though she was smaller than a lot of the other Goron, Reverie was at least a couple heads taller than most of the Hylian men in her group, and ended up choosing a weapon that would further utilise that advantage, a long glaive.
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Spending a few years training with the Hylian Guard taught Reverie that she excelled in particular at two things: duelling and self-discipline. It was during this time that she found the ability to push herself to move even faster on the battlefield than normal, giving her an edge over the other duelling specialists in her group and usually allowing her to end a bout. Her skill and dexterity grew and, while she wasn’t focusing on strength (which would be the case with most Gorons throughout their lives), she was still as strong as the best of her class.
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Reverie was rewarded after graduation with a commission to the rank of Lieutenant in the city guard, only to quickly realise that she despised the work she had to do. When she’d left home to come here, she’d dreamt of saving pretty women from dangerous situations, or chasing a cutpurse through the streets of Castle Town, only to tackle him bodily through the window of a bakery in an otherwise quiet neighbourhood. It was a dream to protect the underprivileged and downtrodden that was revealed by the light of day to be little more than catering to the whims of the nobles and crown district. So, barely containing her anger and embarrassment at where she’d ended up, here she was shooing innocent homeless people away from food carts and listening to the general drone on about how, back in his day, new officers knew how to show respect to their elders.
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Things got better when she, through pure effort and determination, got commissioned as a knight in service to the royal family. Of course this was an honour for her people, but it was especially rewarding for Reverie. All she’d ever wanted was to be rewarded and validated for the hard work she put into things, and putting so much of herself into her work was just the way of the Gorons, in her opinion. And she loved it. For nearly a century she served the royal family alongside Hylians that cycled out as they got too old, and Sheikah with whom she was able to form more lasting friendships. And on top of that, she was able to get to know some of the royals and form relationships with them - to an extent, of course. She never forgot or overstepped her place.
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The last friendship Reverie allowed herself to have with one of the Hylian royals was with Merseda. She had been a royal knight for decades by the point Merseda arrived, but she was still a young adult in terms of her own people, and so Reverie and the Queen got along well, even if the former was always a little too stiff and polite. But their friendship was genuine, full of warmth and kindness, and lasting years. Reverie was able to say hello to the little baby royals, even if she kept a respectful distance, but she felt genuinely attached to them until Merseda’s death. Given that it was so unexpected, Reverie hadn’t prepared herself for it yet and was taken by total surprise. Unsure of how to deal with her own grief, Reverie resigned her commission and retreated from Hyrule Castle Town, not believing in her own ability to do her job anymore.
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Since that day, approximately twenty years ago, Reverie has spent her time doing good in the world, at least as much good as she was able. She spends a lot of her downtime in Death Mountain, where she has done a lot of work to make sure people don’t think of her as placing herself higher than them. She might have left to pursue something she believed in, but she never wanted to be anything other than a Goron. She’s taken up many contracts as a mercenary, her more-than-a-century of experience as a warrior and pension allowing her to be picky with only choosing those jobs that would do the most good. Of course, she was never too far away from opportunities to duel for sport; entering competitions here and there supplemented her income well enough to stay somewhere nice for a night.
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When Eleazar moved in and overthrew the royal family, Reverie’s dark thoughts got the better of her. She started believing that her weakness in coping with Merseda’s death not only led to the death of Zelda, but the ousting of a family from their rightful place for the first time in recorded history. In a crisis of her ultimate faith- that which she had in herself- for the first time, she retreated into Death Mountain for months, trying to pull herself out of it. She didn’t know where the resistance was, nor whether they would accept her after leaving so many years before. But when she heard of the siege, she was there. Her primary concern was doing her best to keep Artemis, Kura, and Esmerelda safe without getting too close to them (except once).
SPELL OR ITEM NAME:Adrenaline Rush: Never one to sit still, once per encounter Reverie can enhance her movement and reaction speed for twenty seconds, becoming a battlefield blur. This is usually used as a combat finisher, as afterwards she needs to sit and carb up for a while.
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RACIAL ABILITY: [break] + Fire Resistance: The goron race reside in hot climates, and were once a race of stone, making them immune to the touch of flames. [break][break] + Tough Skin: Because of their evolution from a stone race, the goron people still retain a tough skin that allows protection from blunt weapons. [break][break] - Weak to Water: Gorons do not bode well with water (however this does not mean that they cannot swim!) and will take extra damage from water type magic. [break][break]
OTHER: Reverie carries a large, unwieldy-looking glaive across her back. The shaft of the weapon consists of a thin, steel rod wrapped in soft leather to make it easier to hold. The comfort is necessary as the “spearhead” is actually a crescent, coming to the normal point at the top while a blade curves back down over the front of the shaft for about a foot, giving the impression of the beard of a battleaxe.
The weapon as a whole is approximately 2 metres long, with the last half of a metre being the spearhead. She has long had a dream configuration for a weapon that she’d love to own one day, but it would have to be custom-smithed and she is far away from having enough money for that sort of thing.
[break] It was a surreal experience for her, to be part of an army assaulting Hyrule Castle Town. After showing up to pledge herself to the battle and having her credentials cleared through the old officers running the show, Reverie had been sent to the south side of the city, where she had taken a position in the infantry lines and, under the command of Prince Artemis, helped in taking the south gate. [break][break] They were fighting in the streets now, manoeuvring toward the centre of the city, from which they would meet up with the other groups and assault the castle from this side. If all went according to plan- or at least, what Reverie had inferred from her limited information- they would pull most of the forces away from the castle so the hero could get inside and do what it was he was meant to. Detachments were sent down streets to secure everything as they moved forward so as to not be surprise attacked from behind, and Reverie’s had just finished clearing a building with two middle-aged Hylian knights. [break][break] As she stepped back into the street, it was only the most subconscious of instincts that pulled her backward and out of the immediate path of a throwing hatchet, which embedded itself in the wooden door she had opened. One, two, three, she let out a hard exhale and ran back out to find one of the usurper’s soldiers charging her direction with a longsword over his head. She took a step back, orienting the glaive to face in front of her, and prepared. As the enemy soldier brought his sword down, she sidestepped, then brought a boot down hard on the man’s wrists, causing him to drop the sword and stumble. She stepped around him, rotating the head of the glaive above her, and used all her force to drop it into his helmet. [break][break] He didn’t seem to have any backup, so once the knights joined her, Reverie moved further down the street to an intersection. From there, she was able to see Prince Artemis and his personal Sheikah guard to her right, approximately seventy metres away. The next street over to the left was cleared as well, so she was preparing to continue, before noticing an enemy soldier perched on a roof. [break][break] Reverie began walking quickly, and was just about to call out to the prince when a group of enemy soldiers burst out of a building in front of him and engaged his group. So it was an ambush. She began running, readying her spear in front of her, as the assassin jumped to the street and charged at the prince’s back. The knight faltered for a second, fear threatening to take her again, but something inside pushed back. A light in the deepest part of her pushed her forward, and as she felt the adrenaline rush through her system, she crossed the remaining distance in a flash, the spearpoint burying deep inside the abdomen of the attacker. In his flailing, he gave her shoulder a nice gash, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t failed. [break][break] As Artemis and his guards mopped up the enemy soldiers they faced, they turned to see Reverie pulling her spear from the now-dead soldier, then taking a step back and grasping her shoulder. “Your highness,” she said quietly, eyes down, before slipping back to the other knights and around a corner to find a healer. The shame of not being there still sat in her gut, but now there was a lightness to her heart that said maybe she could still make it up to them, somehow.