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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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The first thing he heard was her voice. Not the sound of her footsteps or her shuffle of various textures. A soft whisper that almost caught him off guard if he wasn't expecting it. Surprised at her general quiet aura however, the man cleared his throat before looking her up and down. "Pants..." he mumbled, almost confused if it weren't for the fact that he had witnessed many Seeker women wearing pants over skirts and dresses. But this girl wasn't a Seeker yet. [break][break] "No, we are all set. Here, hand me your bag," he would take it and fasten it to the thick saddle bags, "--and then let me help you up," he said, extending his hands outwards towards her in an attempt to lift her up by the waist and to Abraxos's saddle. He was a tall horse and Folt doubted that she would be able to hook her foot into the hoist, much less be capable of swinging her leg over by herself. [break][break] Folt wouldn't be up on the saddle until after escorting the horse out of the town gate and onto the road beyond. "Now is your last chance..." he said before giving a strong glance to the town they already started to leave behind. [break][break]
Morning would come faster than he desired. The threat of dawn peaking over the horizon as he pulled on the leather belts of his saddle. Abraxos giving a grunt in dissatisfaction. Folt had properly rearranged everything in order to make room to carry the extra weight of the girl, and the space she would take up in the same saddle. [break][break] "No more complaining," he said in a mumble, stroking his hand over the dark mane of the black beast, "You got plenty to eat last night and this is the last day of riding before home. Provided we leave soon..." he said, hoping that there would not be any trouble on the way. A delay would cause them having to camp on the mountain side and that was never a good option. [break][break] Once settled, Folt pulled Abraxos from the stables, the towering giant finally raising it's head in the free space and shaking off the stiffness. A soft huff of air from it's large nostrils told the man that he was prepared, and were only waiting on the arrival of their traveling partner. Folt scratched at the back of his head. Usually when he escorted new prospects up the mountain, there was another Seeker present, and they had a wagon of useful items with them. It was a two day journey like that. But with the freedom of only a single horse, perhaps they would make good time.
If there was one thing, he was grateful to the young woman for help providing him with a warm bed and a hot meal. With a gracious smile he nodded at her as she excused herself from the bar. Following suit, Folt slid from the stool, adjusting his belt around his waist and accounting for every inch of himself and belongings. [break][break] "We leave at dawn, so be at the stables before first light," he said. The man had a feeling that Lailah would be there far earlier than that however. He would watch her leave, acknowledging the barmaid and the key she had slid him. Handing over the last of his rupees he sighed with relief as she took them without hesitation and question in the lack thereof. [break][break] It wouldn't take him long at all to pass out in the heavy feather bed mattress. [break][break]
It was hard to hide his interest as she talked about her dreams. His brow raising slightly. He didn't think she was crazy, but it was still hard to believe that it could be real. As if something like destiny actually existed. If it did, he would have to admit that his parents HAD to die so that he could become a Seeker, perhaps even extending up to his meeting of Lailah. [break][break] "Magic is what brought the calamity upon us," he said. At least, that was his understanding of it. There had always been an unease about magic since he was a young boy. His natural curiosity about the subject was put down by his parents and again by his mentor. Yet in the hands of someone great like the Lord Commander, it was seen as a tool of necessity. [break][break] "We will see what the court mages think," he said in response, "And my advice for you when we get up to the temple....Don't hide anything. They will find out eventually."
Foolish indeed, but he wouldn't speak up about it. Instead, he only shrugged his shoulders, "I won't tell you right from wrong, that'll be your brothers doing," he said with a smirk, imagining that Aren would have some choice words about his sister's recruitment. Perhaps the girl would be Aren's new trainee and he could dust his hands of her. Not that she was a menace or anything, but something about her told him that she would be a problem in the future. [break][break] "Dreams though?... That sounds interesting. I wonder if it has anything to do with your affinity to magic..." he raised a brow before running a hand through his still slightly damp hair. He couldn't remember if the other Beckett had any such abilities, which was odd in itself because magic was an important factor within the Seeker's. [break][break] "Where did you learn?" he asked in reference to her Light Magic.
The young man was finding it hard not to grimace at the girl. He realized a long time ago about the privilege that was taken from him and how he would do anything to get in return. How could she forsake them like that? He wondered as he looked away from her, shuffling in his seat. A moment passed, and just as he felt the desire to step away from her for the night, she asked a question that left him feeling cold. [break][break] "...I didn't choose it," he said simply, his tone less than friendly, "I was taken and raised as one, by a Captain," he explained. In his mind he could picture the older man. Beard of grey and white. Large frame. Heavy voice. Folt had accompanied him for a majority of his missions until he was strong enough to take up his own sword.-- but his training wasn't enough to protect him.
He listened to her excuses and determination. His lips still pressed into a fine line. He imagined how things may have been different in his life if he had been given the choice. If he had not been forced to become a Seeker. Would he have grown into his father's mercantile business? Aged and courted a woman similar to herself? Had children and built a legacy for them? It was all just a simple dream that he would never be able to achieve. Because being a Seeker was not a lifestyle, --it is a lifetime commitment... and the lifespan of Seekers is always short. [break][break] Several moments pass by and he lets out a heavy sigh, glancing in her direction and putting his hands up on the table. "Why do I suspect you already have a packed bag?" he mused, giving a half smile. She was right, they would have turned their nose up at her efforts if she arrived. Likely directed her towards cleaning or cooking in the kitchens. But if she wanted to fight monsters, then he would properly show her how.... after some strength training. [break][break] "You should day goodbye to them in some sort of fashion..." he said in a quieter voice, face growing solemn. If he had the chance, he would have so much to say to his family.
Magic. He only knew of a few people that were capable of such a feat. The acolytes and court mages of the Seekers, and Lord Commander Alyra. He couldn’t deny that it was beyond useful to be able to perform magic, but it was not up to him to decide how well she would fare within the ranks of the seekers. Folt pursed his lips, his eyes looking other over strongly as he contemplated his options. There was one problem weighing on his mind. “Your father isn’t going to hunt you down for leaving will he? Cause I don’t want that trouble, Fighting monsters is one thing, citizens is another.” He finished the last of his stew. [break][break] “I am willing to take you along, but I am curious…” he started, blue hues resting on her face. “You said you didn’t have the means to leave…” he grimaced slightly. “It must be an incorrect statement…. If you REALLY wanted to leave, you would have done any means necessary. If you can fight and handle yourself against the blight, then why didn’t you just climb the mountainside yourself?… what doubt do you have? Because this is not a lifestyle for those that are not committed,” he explained, having similar discussions with every recruit he has ever trained thus far.
The plate that she was waiting for finally arrived, and like he expected, she tore into it. A small smile spread over his lips before he continued to eat at his own pace. Ripping up a piece of sourdough bread to dip into it's juices. This was the first decent meal he had eaten since leaving the Keep a week ago. Other than this, it has been a diet of rations and dried meat. [break][break] A timid voice pulled his attention and he moved his gaze to linger on her face. A brow raised, he did the typical thing that any Seeker, --no any person, would do; He glanced her up and down. Looking for any sign that she was either serious or joking. "Recruiting isn't really the word I would use for it," he explained, "Its a lifestyle that folks just sign up for and they either succeed, or they don't." [break][break]The term 'recruiting' made it feel like were actively seeking out individuals that showed some amount of promise, or were picky on the people that they swore in. "Can't really turn anyone away... or at least they haven't in the seventeen years that I have lived there." [break][break] The man paused, turning to face her more directly, "Why... Are you considering?" he asked, a bit shocked and in awe that someone who lived such a comfy life would want to give it all up and possibly die at the hands of a monster. [break][break]
The young man gingerly lifted a spoonful of stew up to his lips, chewing it as he nodded at her questions. The monster threat was ever growing and somedays it felt as though there was never enough of them to quell the beasts. However in recent decades, they have developed new techniques and study of monsters has enabled the Seekers to make strides against the sheer amount of monsters. [break][break] "The Lord Commander is... an interesting individual. I met her when I was very young, and she was already making a name for herself as a leader. She was raised for the role," he claimed, remembering how intimidating the young woman was even at a mere sixteen years old. [break][break]"Thanks to her, recruits are being trained better and its been tame for a few years... for now," he explained, taking another bite. The fact that she was a descendant of a history long forgotten was never really a discussion. A name meant nothing unless you had the will to stand behind it, and the world could welcome you with open arms. [break][break]
"But yes... I return to the keep in the morning. I am returning from a mission," he said, noting the evidence he carried on his horses saddle. A head of a large Moblin chieftain. He always hated facing them, as it did nothing but remind him of the fire consuming his childhood home.
There was an immediate atmosphere change as soon as they stepped into the tavern. Music filling his senses along with echoes of various conversations. Glancing down at the girl, he was a bit taken back by the mention of her brother. Beckett did sound familiar, and a name remained on the tip of his tongue. [break][break] "A...Aren!" he chimed. Her brother was just quite old enough that Folt only got to train him for a small time, as he was assigned to more green recruits. Aren showed promise, but only at various times. Approaching the bar, he took note of her eagerness and commanding behaviour with the bar keep. Moving the stool with his hand, Folt pulled it out to sit atop of it. [break][break] The girl loudly proclaimed she was off to change out of her mucky clothes, to which Folt only replied with a nod, looking at Ina with a small smile. "A stew would be nice," he asked, smelling the cooking pot with its array of herbs, "And some ale," his voice a bit timid as he looked around uncomfortable. The man could face down a charging Lynel but being in a new place with strangers always put him on edge. [break][break] It wouldn't take long before he had a bowl in front of him, and the girl returned, his eyes glancing over her fresh features. Lingering over her blonde hair and the pointed ears. She was Hylian. Not that it was unheard of; he had seen plenty of Hylians, but it was just uncommon and always a shock when he did. Outside of the Lord Commander, he did not see very many. [break][break]"Last stop before traveling into the Mountains. I don't typically stop in towns myself," he explained. He would either bypass completely, or have a partner retrieve any needed supplies. But in the last few years, he had not been out of the Temple very often, as he had taken up training recruits in place of the old captain.
A smaller framed individual slowly entered field of vision, covering himself from the rain that pelted against anyone who traveled underneath it. Folt grimaced slightly, but returned his attention to the young girl. "My name is Folt... and yes I am a seeker," he replied, curious at her excitement towards that discovery. Not that everyone was displeased in their line of work; on the contrary most people were grateful, but some kept their distance for various reasons. [break][break] Following the girl, he gave a single glance back towards Abraxos and the man that now looked up at him with contempt. Stepping out into the rain, he quickly picked up the pace until the two of them were up at the door of the tavern. "Your father owns the stables and your uncle runs the Inn?" he asked curiously, intrigued that family businesses such as this were doing so well. Nowadays, noble bloodlines of old were an entirely different class than simple merchants. [break][break] Holding open the door, he would let her walk before him, the scent of various foods and beverages hitting his nose. It was far warmer here than it was outside, but his armor was well made fore temperature regulation.
Dark brow raised, blue hues lighting up in awe as he watched her only pluck the twenty from his palm. Cupping his hand, the young man smiled. "I greatly appreciate it young miss," he responded looking to the tavern next door with a bit of hope that he did not have prior. "Although if I had to choose a meal over a bed... I would choose the bed," his voice soft as he remembered that he had some rations leftover in the satchel. [break][break] After replacing the rupees back into his bag and fixing it to his belt, the man released the clasp on his cloak, letting the wet heavy fabric fall to the ground, and revealing the remainder of his armor, as well as the silver medallion around his neck. It was the symbol of a Shadow Seeker, and anyone that had knowledge of them would notice and recognize it immediately. [break][break] "Who is supposed to be relieving you?" he asked curiously, not knowing any of the stable hands personally, but rather than asking to know just for the sake of knowing. "I was surprised to see someone such as yourself doing... this.." What that would mean exactly, he couldn't say. But not many young girls tended horses and shoveled shit and muck for a living.
Twenty Rupees. It was a large price indeed, but a service he required in the end. With pursed lips and a small sigh, the stranger disappeared under the hail of water that beat down upon the roof. The light of the day began to fade even more, cloudy skies no longer lit up by the light of the passing sun. Instead, orange glowing lanterns began to decorate every corner and doorstep. [break][break] After maybe a total of three minutes, the young man would return with the horse in tow. It stood maybe four heads taller than any normal stallion. Definitely thicker, with hooves the circumference of an average man's face. Ducking under the opening of the stables, the horse immediately shook its coat, splattering water against person and wall alike. An exasperated gasp slipped through grit teeth, as a gloved hand raised to calm the stirred beast. [break][break] "This is Abraxos," he claimed, hands moving to relieve him of the black saddle. A peculiar bag attached to the side via a thick rope. It's burlap color a stained blue. Once the large saddle was pulled from it's back, Folt dug behind his cloak for a small bag. In it was the remainder of his pocket money. Thirty one. He reluctantly pulled a total of twenty five from the bag, handing them out to the small young girl. "Extra... he eats alot..." [break][break] Counting the rest; that left six. Enough for a meal if he was lucky. "Where can I buy something to eat?" he asked as well. It wasn't often that he stopped in Hateno on his way back to the temple.