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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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A letter was written, slipped under the pillow of where her father would have been sleeping if he hadn't already left for his town meeting. Looking over her bag of belongings, she made sure everything was accounted for; extra food, water, a small blanket and some extra clothes. A hand moved to her neck, making sure the pendant her mother gave her was still upon a sturdy chain.
Opting for trousers today, the young woman pulled on some white wool working clothes--they were better than a skirt and trying to mount a horse. She thought for a moment... there had to be something she could bring for protection. She doubted her training sword would do much good.
Taking a few steps into her parents' bedroom once more, she looked around wondering if they had anything worth defending herself with. Searching every wardrobe and under any furniture for something that might seem useful, her eyes spotted a large, narrow chest that was beneath the dresser. Sliding it out, she undid the clasps, slowly opening it to reveal a very intricate rapier. It looked expensive... but also looked seasoned. The hilt was ornamented with gold and ancient symbols.
It would do. Taking it, she fastened it to her belt before sliding the small chest back under the dresser and making her way quietly out of the tavern. It was still dark, and only the usual laborers were awake and too focused on their craft. As she got to the stables, she could see Folt already strapping things onto the saddle of his horse.
The hylian nodded; it made sense for people to have reservations of about magic and its destruction it could cause. Letting out a sigh, she finished her mug and placed it back on the counter. "I have nothing to hide, so I'm not worried about it," she shrugged. Her eyes scanned the tavern, making note that the outdoors had become dark.
"Perhaps we should get some rest now," she thought of everything she'd need to take care of before their venture. A letter to write... what was worth taking with... taking a deep breath, she stepped off from the barstool and looked at Folt.
"I'm going to get some things ready. I'll see you in the morning."
Lailah let out a sigh--she knew her brother would likely have some words for her. She knew it wouldn't really be possible to slip under the radar, but she prayed he was out on a mission by the time they arrived so she could deal with it later.
When Folt commented on the dream, she shrugged. "Perhaps... it was a woman bathed in light--I couldn't even see her face... she looked like a shadow within a sun. But she was beckoning me to go to Snowpeak to 'fulfill my duties'. Whatever that means..." she explained, taking a final bite into her pork as she cleaned her plate.
Pushing the plate forward, she took hold of the flagon in her hand and sipped at it for a moment before Folt asked about her magic. Thinking back on it... did she ever really learn. Giving a shrug, she shook her head. "I didn't. It just came to me when I was a child. It was something I could always do, but my parents begged me to keep it suppressed. I used to wander out of the city and practice in the woods, but they quickly learned what I was doing and forbid me from leaving again," she sighed.
"I don't really know why. Magic is a beautiful thing and so many people fear it," she scowled, hiding her lips behind the mug once more.
Lailah furrowed her brows at his response, having heard stories of how kids were often taken to the keep. Poor families that couldn't take care of their own, overfilled orphanages... "I see," she said quietly. "I'm sorry..."
Perhaps he thought she was stupid for throwing a simple life away, but whether or not the snowy mountain was like a prison for him, this walled up city was the same to her. If it wasn't for her, she needed something different. Even if it killed her.
"I'm sure you think it foolish of me for wanting to go, but something tells me it's where I need to be. I keep having these dreams... and they all call me toward the mountain. Perhaps to meet someone, or to learn more about my magical capabilities."
Lailah could see the hesitance written on his face, pressing her lips together anxiously as she waited for a response. He was right though--she had a small bag of belongings she knew she could take if she had to leave in a hurry. She kept her cerulean eyes fixed upon his own, until he finally spoke of saying goodbye, to which she nodded.
"Yes... I'll write a letter tonight, and leave it at their door in the morning. They have somewhere to be so I won't run into them by the time we make our exit," She explained. Turning back to her plate of food, she did her best to hide the excitement that was bubbling beneath the surface, taking another large bite into the pork before holding onto the flagon once more.
She knew her family wouldn't like it. And she knew that she might die. But she felt it would be better to die saving others than to die of disease or being unprepared for an attack. She heard how the other seekers talked. The hoards were getting larger. Stronger, even. She wouldn't sit around and wait for their walls to be breached and hide.
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music] Raising a brow at the mention of her father, she sighed. "Look, it took my brother leaving in the middle of the night for them to finally let him go without a fight. They refuse my right to leave at every turn, afraid of something happening to me... I know that it's dangerous out there. But it would be better for everyone if I asked for forgiveness rather than permission. I'm twenty... and they shelter me as if I'm some crowned jewel not meant for the world."
As the mead was filled into her cup once more, she snatched it, taking another sip. "For the longest time, it was because I was the only one helping my father with the stables. But they just hired two people to take it on in my absence--they can hire one more," she shook her head.
But perhaps for a long time, it was because she didn't know where she'd go. To another village to take on another mundane job? The Seekers seemed much more interesting... and more up her alley. Magic and saving people... "I also had no idea where to begin. I didn't want to get all the way there just to be turned away. If I show up with you... maybe it'll be more convincing," she smirked.
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music] Listening to him speak on it, she knew what it was upon signing up. They went through the very same conversations with Aren, and although her parents begged him not to... he still chose to go. And she knew that had she ever mentioned it to them, it would have been out of the question.
Breathing deeply through her nose, she straightened up a bit, taking a sip from her mead as she finished the cup, before pushing it toward the opposite edge of the counter, eying Ina to refill it. Crossing her arms, she thought long on it. Fighting monsters... giving up everything, just to follow that path. She knew what it meant, and she knew that she didn't belong here, shoveling shit and replacing fodder every day.
"Yes," she said seriously, her eyes fixing to his. "I know I don't look it, but I can fight. And I know magic..." she said rather lowly. Despite magic being such a beautiful thing, many found it taboo around here, as if it would only lead to trouble. "Light magic specifically, which proves to be quite useful against the blight."
She wasn't sure if he would protest, or if he would try to tell her it was a bad idea, but she knew it was better than being stuck here, wasting away her potential. "I've been trying to get out of this town for years, but never had the means to do so," she explained, looking back down at her plate of food. "When morning comes, can I go with you?"
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music] The blonde nodded, listening to his words. She had heard whispers of the Lord Commander from the Seekers that were stationed along the village... a woman that made men look both ways before speaking ill of her, or airing a complaint. It was admirable in a way; to carry the weight of a name like that, and be able to show its strength. Of course she would be raised to hold its reputation.
As the plate of pork was brought before her, she grabbed a fork, immediately placing some in her mouth as the hunger tore at her stomach. He mentioned a mission, and that he was returning to the keep in the morrow. "I see..." she trailed, after chewing and swallowing the meat.
She paused the conversation for a moment, to take a few more bites as her brain argued with itself, on if this could be her opportunity. She knew how to fight... even if she didn't look it. Thanks to her brother, and father. She was strong, and that was evident by her position on the stables.
Taking the flagon, she took another hearty sip before pressing her lips together, hesitant to speak as if it would slip right out and ruin her chances. She couldn't come right out and say it. Tilting her head, she looked back at Folt thoughtfully. "Are... they still accepting recruits?"
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music] The blonde looked down at his stew, a bit relieved that he wasn't too shy to order something. But her stomach grumbled loudly as the flagon of mead was placed in front of her and she looked up at Ina with a pondering gaze. "I think today I'll have some salted pork with leeks." Taking the flagon in her hand she took a hearty sip from it before setting it back onto the counter.
"So you're going back to the keep then?" she raised a brow. She wondered if her brother was still there or not. She hadn't seen him since he had left for training. "What's it like? Working for the last known descendent of the old world?" her eyes widened in wonder before she looked back at her flagon. "I can't imagine it's all fun. I've seen some of those monsters out there... there's a reason they're constantly recruiting right?"
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE5MThf/The%20Witcher%203%20-%20Wild%20Hunt%20-%20Drink%20Up%2C%20There%27s%20More%21%20Extended.mp3[/music] As she stepped into the tavern, the sounds of laughter and music filled her ears as she looked around carefully. Furrowing her brows she took a deep breath, eager to remove her damp clothing. "Yeah... my family has ran it for quite a while... At least six generations. Probably the only reason we're still in business; it's familiar and recognizable. The Beckett name holds weight here, even if we aren't exactly wealthy..." she explained, realizing that she never introduced herself. "I'm Lailah. If you're a seeker... maybe you've met my brother? He joined a few years ago..." she slowly approached the bar, where a dark skinned woman glimmered at the sight of her.
"Ina! This is Folt. He's my friend. Get him food and a drink. And a room!" she commanded to her as she pointed her finger with sternness. Looking back at the man she smiled, eager to interrogate him about what the outside world was like, and what the seekers were about. "I'm going to change really quick," she said quickly, before disappearing up the stairs next to the counter. As she made her way to a small corner room, she quickly stripped out of her work clothes, throwing them in a basket before throwing on a more proper, yet casual dress, quilted in blue and red patterns with a white cotton blouse underneath.
She snatched a small pouch, tying it around her waist as she made her way back down the stairs and took a seat up at the bar near the Seeker before throwing down a blue rupee. "Honey mead..." she then threw a couple more rupees down. "And roasted cuccoo~" she smiled wide at Ina, before turning her attention to Folt once more. "So what brings you to Hateno? I've seen all the seekers around here, but I don't recognize you at all."
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music] Cerulean eyes matched his for a moment as she pressed her lips together in thought. "Well then you'll be happy to know you'll get both, aye?" she smiled warmly as he inquired about who was relieving her. As her eyes wandered the street for a moment, she blinked as she could see a short scraggly man slowly approaching them. Pointing, she let out a sigh in relief. "Him... and yeah. My father owns it. So I help. Saves labor, I suppose."
Her eyes then scanned back to the man, as he had relieved himself of his cloak, and she found herself enamored by his armor... and the medallion across his neck. "You're a seeker!" she gave a quiet gasp as she looked around, rather impatient for her relief to approach. A rather unfit, tired and gaunt looking man who yawned as he stepped up to the stable. "Thank the goddesses you're here... I'm off now!" she said, saluting her replacement before she eagerly stepped from the awning toward the brightly lit tavern. Looking back at the seeker she raised a brow. "You coming?"
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music] The blonde hylian waited patiently for the man to return with his large horse, eyes widening a bit as she tilted her head in curiosity. A mountain horse... she had never seen one up close before. As she allowed for the dark hared man to bring the horse into the stable, she followed, being splattered with water as she let out a small laugh, "Well it's very nice to meet you, Abraxos..." she then turned to see the man handing her the rupees.
Ah yes, a horse this big would surely eat more than the average... but looking over his remainder of funds, she frowned, realizing that he barely had enough to get both food and rest. Pressing her lips together tightly, she breathed through her nose as she looked at the neighboring tavern that her uncle had owned. Perhaps if she asked nicely... "Keep the five. You'll need it," she plucked the twenty from his hand and tucked it into her apron.
This city was... overpriced. There was no wonder so many lived in poverty. It clearly catered to overcharging travelers and swindling lords out of their money. "My uncle owns the inn next door. I'm about to get off... I just need to change and if you accompany me inside, he won't fuss about taking every last piece off of you," she explained.
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music] The small framed woman tilted her head as he inquired on pricing as she looked back to the stables, wrinkling her nose. "Twenty rupees..." she trailed as she watched the man walk toward the gates, and she assumed it was to grab the steed. Cerulean eyes lingered on his dark armor for a moment, and she wondered what could require such expensive pieces. Was he one of the seekers? Or perhaps a wealthy sellsword from another village? Or maybe a lord...
Moving toward the stables, she quickly opened one of the stalls, preparing the water and oats. Her shift was almost over... and she couldn't wait to cozy up at the fire and drink some mead. Stepping back out into the open street, she waited for the visitor to bring back this 'burly beast'--although she hardly believed any horse--or animal for that matter could compare to one... not like the ones out there.
Looking around aimlessly as she waited, she wondered when the other hand would arrive to relieve her,. She was hungry, the bottoms of her skirts soaked in mud.
[music]https://od.lk/s/OTNfMjE2MzE4OThf/FFXIV%20OST%20The%20Churning%20Mists%20Night%20Theme%20%28%20Skylords%20%29.mp3[/music] The young maiden was working effortlessly to keep the rain out from the leaky stables, throwing buckets over the fences as they drained into the cobblestone streets. Garbed in a sturdy surcoat, she had a scraggly shawl wrapped over her head like a cowl, keeping her hair from becoming too damp in the rain.
Days like these were always followed with heavy workloads; scrubbing the stables of mud and grooming the horses, replacing any soiled food... Lailah was tired, dreading the work to come as she looked out into the slowly emptying street. Children ran as if the rain were like volleys of arrows, while the merchants and travelers continued about their business, lurking under stands and seeking shelter in taverns.
Letting out a sigh, the blonde tightly wrung out her skirt under the awning as her eyes fixated on the city gates. How desperately she wanted to leave... and as the lanterns slowly loomed with light against the darkened clouds, she thought how easy it would be to slip past the guards. Just as she did every night.
Longing in fantasy as she thought of the many ways she could slip away without notice, a man's voice inquiring about oats caught her ears as she turned to the man who was heading toward the merchant stands.
"You need oats?" she asked, her voice accompanying the rain that slapped against stone and wood. "Standard or premium?"
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Lailah has an intense sense of wanderlust, often dreaming and stating that she wants to leave the village to explore the world. Unfortunately, many discourage this notion due to the dangers that lurk beyond the Hateno borders. It does not stop the young blonde of dreaming to finally leave this place. She is often plagued with dreams of a woman bathing in light, calling to her, breathing life into her, and beckoning her to find her destiny.
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Life in Hateno is all she has ever known. Although her family is not very wealthy, she lives a stable life and has never had to struggle for rupees. Her parents often push her to marry and start a family of her own, but the young hylian has other plans. She is simply waiting for the right moment to leave; whether it be hitching a ride on a cart or finding others to leave with her.
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SPELLS [break]HEALING MAGIC This spell allows for Lailah to heal minor cuts and bruises in a slow, focused moment of energy over the area. [BREAK][BREAK] PSYCHOMETRY: When touching an item or person, Lailah is able to see a distorted memory of either how it was created or an important moment in the item/person's existence. In it's base level, it is foggy, a bit unclear, and does not seem to last more than a minute into the memory. [BREAK][BREAK] RACIAL ABILITY: One Extra Spell Slot [break][break]
OTHER: A broach, which has been passed down generations. She does not know what it means, but it's very pretty, and looks old.