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Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jul 11, 2020 23:28:15 GMT -5
Konungr sat unamused—surrounded by men that wanted to do nothing more but to stroke their own vast egos; to flaunt their machismo to one another in a subtle display of dominance. The Earthbound giant fixed his gaze upon each person that spoke, that took the metaphorical stage and spoke highly of their feats on and off the battlefield. In between each speaker, the last more intoxicated than the one before him, the Goron took a sip of mead; the bitter yet spicy taste of this brew attacking his palate viciously; his tongue and gullet burned from the acidity, but it was rather tasty nonetheless. The battle of egos continued with not a single side showing any sign of fatigue—these stories threatened to go on forever at this rate. That was until Rargan called upon Konungr to cosign just how solid of a tactician he was when it came to war strategies within the fiery landscape of Death Mountain. "Pup!" The Juggernaut bellows, stone hand slamming upon the table which caused it to shake violently. Konungr casually grabs his tankard by the handle to keep the tall glass stable, stoic visage aimed in the direction of Rargan; a resting face devoid of all amusement and emotion.
"Kinfolk?" Konungr replies, bobbing his head to show that he was indeed listening and ready to answer the call. "Go on. Tell these Softskins how my tactical skill allowed you and your squadron of elites to completely eradicate an approaching invasion of Lizalfos!" Konungr blinks a few times before sitting up. Clearing his throat, he was on the verge of playing along with this little game of elderly men. That was until his attention was diverted to a newcomer—a complete stranger; two complete strangers; one male and the other female. All eyes were on these two—akin to how wolves eye the wounded game grazing off in the distance. "Then let us discuss this important matter elsewhere, Nex." Konungr speaks, slowly standing up from the chair and dismissing himself from the table. "I will return as soon as I can, Folk." He reassures Rargan before gesturing for the two strangers to accompany him to a vacant area across the way; far away from the toxic masculinity that radiated all around the table.
"I am in your debt, Nex. I would have been glued to that chair long past the conclusion of this festival if you didn't come along." Konungr speaks while leading the duo away from the loud bickering of older souls. That was until he felt it—a familiar yet extremely foreign feeling; a feeling he felt during the battle to reclaim the lost castle of Hyrule. Underneath his feet, Konungr felt what could only be described as a 'heartbeat'; the heartbeat of the earth. This sensation was much more intense than the previous time, however. It felt as if this beating was an earthquake; he felt like he could lose his balance at any moment from what felt like shifting and sliding earth underneath his soles. He stops moving for a brief moment, just for the intense feeling to subside; swirling lagoons of hazel dead ahead leering directly into a collective of bodies enjoying the merriment and good vibes. He wasn't eyeing anything in particular within the sea of bodies, it just felt as if there was an unknown presence letting itself known to him. "Nex," He attempts to play off this very brief moment of silence by addressing the duo. "...And your plus one," His deep gaze shifts between both bodies, face stoic as usual despite his welcoming and opening aura. "For an Holodrumain you seem rather well-informed, Nex of the Ujua Tribe. My words harbor no disrespect, but I wouldn't expect another country to know of me, ally or otherwise." His words are paused for a moment, gaze locked intently on the man before him. "Whatever it is you wish to discuss, I will grant you all the time you need to state your families important matter."
t a g s — NexFarrah Abad n o t e s — sike i lied you got fifteen minutes to state ur business here before i offer you and ya' lil' girlfriend to the volcano god on some straight aztec shit.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jul 4, 2020 23:33:39 GMT -5
The hazel hues of the Chieftain locked with the colorful eyes of the leading bard of the troupe—a female Goron from Death Mountain; a hometown celebrity of sorts. Engrossed with the beautiful sound of both the voice and the instruments, Konungr's engagement with the song found itself cut short—a gargantuan stone hand landing on his back, pushing the titan of the man forward with a violent jerk, but then another hand of rock would catch his front; keeping him from truly losing his balance. A half a ton of man being tossed around like a rag doll—only with the larger-than-life Goron is such an occurrence seen as normal and acceptable. Konungr was now in the presence of one of his war General's—an eleven foot tall Goron with an almost childlike innocence about him despite this man having almost two centuries worth of combat expertise and war knowledge. "I see you have joined us, folk!" His voice booming and full of joyous glee; more thunderous than even the most violent of thunderstorms.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss this even i-," the words of Konungr were interrupted by another thunderous boom of his kin. "Come. Brother Rargan wishes to speak to you!" Before Konungr is even able to get a word in, he is dragged away by the titanic Goron—the entourage surrounding the Chieftain dispersing like cockroaches in the dark, being exposed to a bright light. He is dragged to a table, occupied by all manner of Goron and their allies, the table littered with fine and regal dishes of various meats, sweets, and even more 'rocky' cuisine for those that still preferred that 'fiber heavy' diet. Konungr takes a seat at the head, this spot obviously reserved for him if he choose to show himself during this festive event. Directly behind him stood the Goron that dragged him this, arms crossed, earthshaking laughter drowning out almost all other sound.
"I've been informed you wish to speak to me, folk." Konungr speaks after greeting all those around the table; Goron, Human, Hylian, and Zora alike. Rargan nods, indulging himself upon a mineral from the deepest depths of Death Mountain—a real delicacy only consumed during special times such as these. "Indeed, folk. We were just having an conversation about the history of war and the battles that take place within them!" Rargan boasts, slamming a heavy fist upon the table, obviously showing a passion for the subject and the people around them. A brow cocks on the stoic visage of Konungr, his eyes attempting to read the table... Only just now realizing he was more than likely surrounded by enthusiasts that shared the same passion as Rargan did. Konungr sighs and shakes his head a little, coming to the conclusion this would be a conversation that'll never end—a war of words and feats between men older than the legendary wars themselves. "And I am needed becau-," again, his words were intercepted by another giant of a man. "You have lead the charge in some of the most exhilarating battles I have seen in many years. Combat to you is second nature, pup! You are around those that understand and flourish on the field of combat!" The Chieftain blinks, confusion riddling his usual stoic and composed visage. In front of him is a tankard of Hylian mead; the real strong stuff. He reaches for the tankard, his gigantic hand gripping the large wooden cup like it was much smaller than it actually was. Then, he begins to drink; usually not one to drink, but he was going to need something if he was going to be stuck in this open discussion that could last hours.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jun 29, 2020 16:34:43 GMT -5
This was a jubilee—a celebration and remembrance to all those that did their part for the freedom and liberation of Hyrule. In times of encroaching darkness and uncertainty, the people of Hyrule came together and found the light—clung to it with a steadfast tenacity to Princess Zelda and her Champion. Death Mountain had been the home of many refugees during these daunting times, the Goron accepted any that were willing to fight, willing to protect, or simply needed a safe heaven. Now, the bustling city was seen as a symbol of unity and solidarity—these same frightful and unsure refugees now throwing a celebration for the ages, a rite to a better and brighter future for this holy and goddess kissed land and the unified Goron that kept their wearying well strong and their faltering hearts just.
The streets of the red, gold, and bronze metropolis of The Goron City were littered with different folk—people with various creed, races, and religion, all smiling and enjoying the festivities to be had. Hulking sentries stood guard, megalithic Goron standing guard; clad in master craft armor forged within the heart of Death Mountain. Armed with weaponry only usable by those of their gargantuan stature and inhuman strength. These massive 'monsters' with rugged visages of battle and hardship grinned and enjoyed the exuberant energy all around them; dancing and being the jolly paragons they were lionized to be. In the center of all this was a troupe of bards, all of Goron blood, playing excellent music that only fueled the fire of good will that was this celebration. But what was a jubilee without the person that made all this possible?
"I should really make my presence known." Konungr speaks to himself, within his chamber room—amber eyes overlooking the city he sworn to lead and protect; the good energies and vibes so potent, the vitality of it all even manged to reach him even at the top of his compound. The musclebound colossus is donned in a black jerkin, this piece of clothing crafted from the black scales of a alpha dodongo. On the back of this article of clothing is the prestigious symbol of his people intertwined with the royal insignia of Hyrule royals—this is a sign of solidarity between both Goron and Hyrule, to show they are in it together through thick and thin. Upon his legs are are black leather trousers reinforced with even more dodongo scales to ensure they don't catch ablaze within the more deeper and hotter spaces of this massive mountain Konungr calls home. With a sigh of mild exhaustion, he turns to face the exit; the only entrance to the royal chambers being guarded by two large and loyal Goron. "I will be joining the others in the merriment. You both should consider to follow my example and do the same." He places a large hand on the shoulder of both Goron—both sentries an entire two feet taller than their still growing Chieftain. Both Goron laugh, giving toothy grins to their ruler before forgoing the thought and continuing to stand guard. Konungr takes notes of his kin's loyalty and dedication; he aspires to have their convection and dedication to the job. He departs, bare feet stepping upon the warm and relaxing cobblestone.
He hits the streets with a warriors swagger, standing tall and proud as all Goron should. Greeting those that recognized him, and saying hello to those that didn't. Whenever a Goron approached, both would engage in typical goron fashion—a grab of the forearm and a gentle bump of the forehead to show and establish everlasting brotherhood. Before Konungr could even realize, he had an entourage of guards; warriors that served him in and out of combat. He welcomed each Goron with open arms and continued to make his presence known. He approaches the troupe and stands before them with crossed arms, taking in the music created by their joint efforts—a folk song all Goron are familiar with. 𝅘𝅥𝅮
t a g s — n o t e s — this is an open thread, but do anything stupid in this well guarded city and you will suffer the consequences.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
* Hyrule in shambles, tensions rising, and without a royal family or even a heir to the throne, anarchy reigns supreme throughout the once flourishing land. Konungr—Goron Chieftain and Champion continues to rule with a kind and passionate heart. Many Hyrule citizens sought salvation within the esteemed Goron City, which he could not deny these wayward souls his assistance. Ever since the heir to the kingdom and the warrior of evils bane vanished, the state of the kingdom grew worse and worse as days pressed on and the moon traded places with the sun. However, Konungr pushed onward, he and his people.
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* With Goron craftsmenship, The Goron outfitted themselves with the needed equipment to maintain some kid of order within the once grand kingdom. However, many of the Goron Elders disagreed with the tactics of their young Chieftain. Konungr long since realized helping every last body in the kingdom would be a feat short of impossible, so he and his elite warriors decided to secure the village at the base of the mountain and morph it into a safe heaven for those with no place to go. For the first time in his life, he went against the Elders orders and did what he thought was right—something his father and forefathers would have truly been against.
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* Something picked away at Konungr, however—like a crow picking away at the decaying skin of a rotten corpse of war. The Goron were practically fighting two wars, the war in keeping the base of the mountain safe, and the war in the deepest part of Death Mountain. Monsters of unknown origin rise and attack with goals of taking over the entire mountain and the Goron Village. These monsters are directly linked to The Calamity; an illness which inflict The Goron and slowly turns them into stone effigies. Konungr and his people managed to keep the threat at bay with superior war tactics and Goron armor and weaponry. But the illness has Four Main Phases, the unknown monsters would only be The First Phase. Regardless, Konungr kept his head up and continued to lead his people to the best of his ability. Although, he couldn't help but wonder of the princesses well being and whereabouts. The spirits informed him she was still alive, but where in this great big continent could she be?
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* Both wars drew ever so closer to the Goron City. The war within Death Mountain cut off a few main food supplies for the earthbound people of Hyrule along with some ore mines. Whereas the war at the base of Death Mountain, morale was at an all time low. People were convinced the heir was no more—had long since died and they are holding on for hope for virtually no reason. Regardless of what he said, regardless of how much insight and wisdom he spoke, the naysayers were always louder. People began leaving, thinking it wise to join other groups who have the right goals and ideas opposed to hoping for the hopeless. Those that did stay only stayed for the protection and shelter offered by Konungr and his people. Honestly, he couldn't blame any of them that stayed or left. Things were beginning to look extremely grim and he had no idea on how he should tackle both issues.
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* A year later and very little progress has been made on both fronts—but he maintained. Konungr had issued spies to travel all across the land and attempt to locate the whereabouts of the heir, he did this with only a few trusted allies knowing his true intentions. Many leads; some dead; some not so dead; but leads nonetheless. Konungr had said spies follow them and narrowed said leads down to a few. The spirits of the past never gave him much insight regarding the whereabouts of the princess, but he knew she was alive... And somewhat close. He decided it time for him to take such a sensitive task into his own iron grip
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* Aiding Princess Zelda and her army with valiant Goron troops, Konungr and his people did what they could during the final battle for Hyrule Castle. Their efforts were for naught and Hyrule saw victory that day. Konungr played his part in the liberation of the holy and sacred land of Hyrule, and now was the time to focus intently on helping his own people. For The Calamity that plagued his people grew stronger with each passing day cycle. The Second Phase was upon the horizon—a malicious energy that would poison the very mountain itself if left unchecked. Konungr, carrying the burden like the megalithic titan that he was, is now focusing all his efforts on finding a way to quell this curse once and for all.
SPELL OR ITEM NAME: Either start with ONE MAGIC SLOT or ONE UNCOMMON WEAPON. Unless you are Hylian, in which you get 2 SLOTS (interchangeable between magic and weapons) or are Human and start with NO MAGIC and TWO WEAPONS. This is where you go into detail about your spell/weapon. Try to be as specific as possible about all effects, size, and other adjectives. [break][break]
RACIAL ABILITY: + 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]
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Sept 1, 2017 23:54:14 GMT -5
ask about me.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Aug 20, 2017 2:08:58 GMT -5
"If it were up to me. I would have allowed you to continue your studies and kept you oblivious to the matters at hand. Our people need you focused, staunch, and ready to accomplish what needs to be done. But I can tell looking at you, something within you; what makes you Goron has receded. However, in its place, you have gained something neither I or are forefathers could even begin to comprehend. Whatever it is that is eating at you, believe me when I say this, Brother. You are around those that understand the part you will pay in this struggle. We all love you and hold nothing against you. Truthfully, I wish it was I who could care your burden. But Din has a plan for us all, so all any of us can do is play our part and trust in our Goddess."
It hit Konungr harder than any blow from the mightiest of Lizalfos when face to face with the Dragon Tamer. He meant his words: he truthfully wished he could carry the burden of being the vessel of Volgaea; The Daughter of Din. He hated to see his people suffer from the scourge and the ongoing problem through the country. He wanted to help everyone—shoulder their burdens like the titan he is proclaimed to be. But he knew how illogical and nonsensical his wishes were. Regardless of that blurring fact, it still didn't stop him from having such fanciful desires.
Konungr continued to listen intently to the words of the Dragon Tamer—for he too has succumb to such odd and specific dreams. "Go on. Speak your peace." He gestured for Daragni to continue his words—an armored arm resting upon one of the diamond encrusted rests of the throne. However, mid-way through Daragni's request, using utilizing the concept of context-clues. Konungr had already realized the request the Tamer wanted and exhaled a somewhat frustrated and exhausted sigh—showing he wished said request would be anything but that. Through the words of Daragni, Konungr never broke eye contact. In fact, with his eyes, he somewhat challenged the docile Goron—pitting his mental mettle against his own. The Chieftain narrowed his gaze, once soft eyes now glowing a vicious and searing white. He stood up from his throne, seven-feet of stone and muscle seemingly never ending in size. Konungr took slow steps towards the Tamer—the very foundation of the throne room trembling from the kingly and powerful presence for the Goron.
"Elder Thorgann must have informed you that the road leading to the Holy Temple has fallen to the Scourge, correct, Brother?" Konungr spoke, slowly crossing the distance between him and the Tamer with uninspired strides—steps full of menace and challenge. "It was the first location to fall when the Monstrosity rose from the depths. The Temple crumbled, our guards reduced to ash. Everything reduced to stone and ash as the darkness devoured it in one mighty gulp. I, alongside some of our mightiest warriors went to seal the path. It was apparent we couldn't reclaim the Holy Temple so I had to make a tough decision. In the process I lost every single warrior and I am the only one alive to tell the tale. You are also the first to hear about this; I even refuse to tell the Elders of the horrors that lurk." It was obvious there was pain in the heart of Konungr, he showed it to the Tamer, but he remained unfazed and continued to walk forward. "There is an evil down there older than time itself, yet you wish to risk not only your life but our peoples future? When the other Temples within our land began to fall and their Sages awakened. I refused to let ours undergo the same fate... And for good reason." He was now no more than a foot away from the Tamer, looking down at the much smaller male as he continued his barrage of words.
"If you fail. If both you and the little one fail. We are all doomed; the land of Hyrule is doomed. I've spent years ensuring not only your safety but the safety of Hyrule." He ceased his words for a moment, "You're soft. Hardly even fit for the mantle of Goron as it is. Yet you wish for me to place what little faith I have left in you? " He huffed, warm steam ejecting from his nostrils—steam that rumpled the hair on top of Daragni's head. "Tell me you have what it takes to cleanse our Holy Temple. Because if anyone can do it, it'd be you two."
✝ tag(s) - @cassius ✝ notes - Konungr is a man of action. He has all the faith in the world in Daragni. But there is apart of him that believes the boy is still too soft and new to the events unfolding around him. Konungr needs to see that grit before he grants him access to the Fire Temple. Because if he fails, everything and everyone is doomed.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Aug 13, 2017 3:08:01 GMT -5
A harden glare leveled on the massive slabs of stone functioning as two doors for the Goron "throne room". Eyes of gold watched as two armored sentries stood behind the Dragon Tamer—once the boy was within the room, they'd dismiss themselves; combining their strength to shut the twin slabs and leave the current ruler and the Tamer be. "Thank you for accepting my request-" Konungr spoke to Daragni, the tone of his voice deep, powerful, and unfaltering. However, he'd pause—the brief moment of silence coupled with the herculean man standing from the throne. "Brother." Konunugr added, his words coming to an momentary end with Goron signature term of loyalty and kinship. Though, it did feel slightly odd calling the boy anything other than his name or occupation. Truthfully, Konunugr knew very little about Daragni. So how could he, in good-faith, call him Brother?
"Step forward. You are Goron, present yourself as such." Konungr spoke, a heavy hand gesturing for the boy to take a few more strides forward. "You've been back with us for two years. However, you have that same look in your eyes upon your return back then. Do you feel as if you belong, Daragni?" Konungr asked, his words thicker than freshly obtained honey. "Two years and I am now just checking up on you and your well-being." Konungr expelled a sigh, the type of sigh one does when riddled with exhaustion and soreness. "Forgive me-" another quick pause, "-Brother. I'm doing the best I can in regards to everything unfolding around us." His eyes were still on the Tamer and they never broke away from the boy. Konungr needed Daragni he did indeed care for him and wanted him to feel welcomed and loved on all fronts. Konungr was sure the other Goron already had this under control, but he knew; by the way he was acting, one could assume he had some kind of malice for Daragni. He had very strict rules when it came to the Dragon and how she should be approached. But these boundaries were in place to ensure their race could rise above such troubling times. He could only hope the Tamer understood that.
"Now tell me. How are your studies coming along?" He inquired, baby dragon roosting overhead in her nest watching the conversation take place.
✝ tag(s) - @cassius ✝ notes - Konungr is acting very "awkward" despite having a funny way of showing it. Best way I can describe is like trying to talk to that one sibling or cousin who you think hates you for whatever petty reason your mind convinces you of.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jul 22, 2017 21:34:26 GMT -5
Huffed fumes escaped the full-lips of The Patriarch—uninspired strides carried the giant of a man onward. Konungr, alongside many other Goron of various social status and military ranking roamed the towering Palace located directly in the center of the Goron metropolis. Armored sentinels stood at the ready as their King passed them. Truthfully, tensions seemed to be at an all time high considering the state of their homeland—both Death Mountain and the tattered land of Hyrule. "At ease, folk." Konungr spoke to a group of armored giants guarding the main entrance to the throne room. In an instant, the up-tightness of the sentries faltered—the hardened looks morphed into something more jolly and friendly; much more familiar and welcomed in such trying times.
"I'm well aware of my current state and attitude as of late. Allow me to carry this weight; allow me to bare the mental wounds, and allow me to wear them in pride for our people and our struggles. Where I lack, I want you all to make up for it in spades. Smile, allow our people to know we will prevail through this plight." As he spoke, more guards gravitated towards his words and presence. He was asking them the impossibleasking them to allow him to stand alone regarding the most recent events. They all trusted the judgement of their wise and powerful leader. But it didn't take a renowned scholar to know Konungr was slowly killing himself due to his actions. "I'm expecting The Dragon Tamer to discuss a few private matters. Please due make sure we aren't interrupted until we are finished." With a few jests and head nods, each guard made their promises that Konungr and Daragni would not be interrupted. Kounugr nodded in return before pushing open the two massive slabs of stone acting as gates for the throne room.
The very moment he entered, he was greeted with a little growl from the divine being that would save his race when the time was right. He grinned, steady eyes fixed upon the Dragon who had long made herself at home in his vacant throne. As Konungr approached, the curious lizard arose with a flaming yawn, embers ejecting from an open maw. "It's about time we test, Daragni. Don't you think?" To be honest, he was more-or-less speaking out loud, but his words were directed at the curious little dragon who seemed to be chewing at one of the diamond encrusted armrest's of the throne. "It has been two years since he has returned and yet I still know nothing of the boy. Though I do know I can entrust you to him, little one." The dragon let out another growl before flying up from the throne. Konungr took a seat—the five massive pillars behind him vacant of the wise elders of his people. Now all he could do was wait from the arrival of the Tamer, all while the energetic beast of divinity flew around the massive chambers.
✝ tag(s) - @cassius ✝ notes - Konungr is finally reaching out to Daragni in an attempt to get to know him better. He is doing this by asking him how he feels about the current state of their home and Hyrule. Konungr will then tell Daragni how he plans on attacking both issues and based off how Daragni responses, he'd either fail or past this little "test": by passing Konungr can fully entrust their peoples only mean of survival to him.
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Jun 20, 2017 0:44:21 GMT -5
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Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Apr 21, 2017 13:55:17 GMT -5
The colossal being, still in throne constructed of stone and bone of the nightmarish beasts he has toppled ever since his rise to power simply listened to the words of the aquatic heiress—words cutting deep into an otherwise unpierceable hide of muscle and stone. "Forgive me. I had not even the slightest idea of the events revolving around your father in his health." Words ceased for a moment, thoughts drifting to the passing of his own father—a passing that had to do with crippling illness. Konungr, gaze still leveled on the female Zora continued to leer in his direction—glare softer than a bed of grass one could lay within. She had his sympathy, because, more or less, he knew exactly what it is she was going through in such foreboding times.
Regardless, this was not the time to dwell on such unfortunate events. Konungr averted his gaze for a moment in an attempt to recollect his thoughts and wrap his mind around the words Cetus has recently just spoken. The convection within her voice resonated with Konungr greatly—she had an aura befitting for a kind and benevolent ruler. Typically, Konungr's overbearing presence causes those not accustomed to characters of his type to fold under the pressure of political views, but Cetus held her own and it seemed she'd continue to do so for ever how long she needed too. "You have my word, Zora Heiress. We will unify and overcome this looming darkness over the horizon." The Goron simply stated, voice deeper than any festering hole of darkness the evil blossoms from.
"We lost the Hero due to ignorance and clouded sights. We left our country in the hands of a child who was not ready to carry the weight of destiny. He was crushed by our own vanity and we all paid dearly for it. Though I do solemnly believe all hope is not lost. Our Hero will rise again, and when he does, Hyrule will be ready." Another pause, "which is why you are before me today."
"My spies have located Princess Zelda and the current guild fighting for her well being. I had a conversation with her. My restless heart was put to rest knowing she was okay and still drew breath. I offered her whatever it is she and her order might need, but in the process of doing so. I was hit with some daunting news... She plans on using the two neighboring kingdoms in an effort to reclaim Hyrule." Just speaking that final sentence, the annoyance within his voice was more than apparent. "It is to my understand she believes it impossible for the ruling factions of this land to unify and overcome this crucial test. We fell to the forces of darkness because we couldn't unify. So instead of attempting to fix the wrongdoing, she seeks outside aid without even so much as an attempt to bring us all together."
Konungr paused yet again, his blood now beginning to boil the more he spoke about this subject. Truthfully, this was the first time he ever let his feelings be known about the situation, and, those around him could tell he felt very strongly about it—borderline offended, in all honesty. "I don't think I need to explain to you how disadvantageous it'd be to allow both the neighboring kingdoms within our broken and tattered lands with full armies, correct? If they choose to betray the heiress to this land, he'd be swept before we could even amass enough forces to fight back. But even if we managed, our numbers would be 1:6 at best. Do you understand what I'm getting at? Zelda is so determined to reclaim her land, I honestly don't believe she can see the bigger picture here. Hyrule has everything to lose while the two kingdoms have everything to gain."
"Which is why I have taken this matter into my own hands. The Goron and Zora feud is a struggle almost older than time itself. But if we can come together as one, word will spread and morale will boost. Afterwards, I will go speak to the Greudo King then the Guardian of The Lost Woods. It's about time Hyrule regained footing and fight back against all the injustices across the land. And it all starts here. Today." It was obvious Konungr had put a lot of thought into this plan. But what he had spoken was only a small fraction of the grand scheme. He merely ceased his words so Cetus could fully grasp it all before he bombarded her with more. Truth be told, she held a large role in all this and all he could do is hope she understand fully where he was coming from.
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And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Mar 22, 2017 2:28:02 GMT -5
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Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Mar 13, 2017 0:49:33 GMT -5
With proper introductions out of the way, Konungr of Hyrule—Goron Patriarch of the land of Hyrule, and established Leader of the Hyrule Court exhaled a subtle sigh, a gust of carbon dioxide blowing from slightly parted lips. His eyes darted from each person before him with a kingly gaze, the five Goron Elders high upon pedestals communicating with the wounded Patriarch with the use of telepathy. He blinked, eyes shut for a little longer than usual before he spoke in regards to the words spoken by the Zora Heiress. "I will not lie to you, Milady. I would have preferred it to be your father before me other than yourself, with all due respect. But I realize such an request would have fallen on deaf ears. Your father is a great man; a feared power across this once beautiful and peacefu land. However, similar to my own father, yours too is stuck in the ways of old; old battle scars have yet to fully heal. Both figuratively and literally." Konungr paused for a moment, raising an arm coated in metal and waving it across his frame slowly. "As it stands. They won't be the ones who suffer from this calamity, we will; our generation and children will surly suffer if something isn't done."
"I wish for a treaty to be in place between our people. I can no longer recall what it is we so willingly threw our people on the battlefield for. It is no longer worth the bloodshed as a more dire situation is upon us; as a country. We need to unify if we have any hopes of changing this foreseeable outcome. So, Zora Heiress. Tell me what it is you want in order for me to have your word regarding this treaty. You aren't your father; the current power in charge. But your influence and voice, I value that a great deal. Even if your father doesn't agree, just knowing I have you on my side gives me enough cause to make the moves I truthfully dread making."
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Feb 19, 2017 19:03:17 GMT -5
Konungr continued to lead the two man march—hazel eyes leveled dead ahead as both himself and Dharggoa reached the checkpoint leading to Kheguhm. Kheguhm remained one of the few cities within Goron territory that had a checkpoint. This was because Kheguhm resided right on the border of Lizalfos territory. However, Lizalfos were a threat the Goron had to deal with ever since the beginning of time—the earthbound people had long since figured out a way to deal and coexist with the crazed lizard-folk. He eyed the gigantic gate first before fixing his observant eyes on the abandoned twin watchtowers overlooking the cavern Konungr and Dharggoa walked. The Earthbound ruler squinted those hazel orbs of his, extending an arm off to the side; a gesture telling the Champion to cease his tracks for the time being.
"We are no longer alone." Things became deathly silent—the tension could be cut with the dullest of blades. From the watchtower, each one, three lizard-folk sprung from the lookout and lined up directly in front of the gate. One by one each lizard taunted the two Goron, calling them all manner of derogatory terms while bashing their weapons together to create as much intimidating sound as possible. There was still roughly 200 yards between the armored Goron and the gate being guarded by the Lizalfos. But Konungr, with vision that rivaled that of a bird of prey could see and observe the lizards as if they were right in his face. First thing he noticed would be their painted scales, red and grey to signify the clan they were apart of. "käNGkərər; The Conquerors. And here I thought they finally took to Hyrule and settled elsewhere." Konungr spoke, explaining to Dharggoa what it is they were most likely going to be dealing with once inside the now catacomb city.
Lastly he noticed their weaponry and armor. Goron crafted; arms and armor looted from the warriors and blacksmiths that perished that faithful day. Not only that, but the gear seemed to be maintained and aesthetically different in appearance. Could it be?! Could the forge still be up and running—the ore still burning hot even this very day?! He knew Lizalfos were extremely intelligent creatures; especially these Conquerors, but they are now using a specific Goron forge and utilizing the ores a way that only the Goron's could?! Something was off, and Konungr planned on getting to the bottom of. "Armed to the teeth with weapon and armor. Undoubtedly crafted by brother Uggrum... But maintained to perfection; as if they know the ancient secrets." In the midst of Konungr explaining what it is he saw, one of them shot an arrow aimed at the chest of the Chieftain. The projectile merely bounced off the leather hide of the cloak, a cloak crafted from skulltula silk and Volgaea scales—one-hundred percent immune to extreme heat and extremely durable to all manner of piercing attacks.
"They are warning the others we have arrived. They believe we wish to reclaim our fallen outpost. If that is the case, Deadeye will more than likely be awaiting for us to fight for the land. The Conquerors are ruthless and savage, but they are extremely prideful and only the strongest can lead their faction." It seemed the Lizalfos grew bored of waiting. They charged, holstering their weapons and took to the ceiling—traverse it with great agility; agility they lacked when on the ground. "Tch. Foolish. Very well then." Konungr announced out loud, taking a few steps forward—tossing his cloak off to the side and taking a martial-artist stance, eyes skyward as he prepared himself for the lizard-folk crazed assault. "Ready yourself, Folk. They strike."
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Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Feb 18, 2017 23:44:34 GMT -5
"Not a single doubt in my mind about surviving this little venture, Folk. But I wouldn't be truthful if I told you I wasn't a little worried about what lurks in Kheguhm." Konungr looked back at his Brother, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he gave Dharggoa a genuine smile—genuine emotion he didn't have to concern himself about hiding. "And yes... Thorgann, still has a lot of vigor despite being a man almost older than half of our established settlements." Konungr trekked onward, a powerful and observant gaze shifting from side to side as the mist of malice and evil intent twisted and swirled around the two imposing Goron. The journey down the main tunnel leading to Kheguhm was a rather long one without the typical Goron vendors that flooded the one busy highway. Konungr remembered it like yesterday, blacksmiths selling their finely crafted arms and armors. Vendors selling delicious Goron delicacies, and the various races that call Hyrule home enjoy the brotherly and unified ambiance that made Goron. Now, all he saw were abandoned stalls—long since ransacked by Lizalfos and the dried bloodstains of the Goron he simply couldn't save.
"We will reclaim Kheguhm, Dharggoa. We have too." He spoke to the Champion without his gaze faltering from the path ahead—angry over the fact he failed his people reflecting in two balled fists shrouded by a dusty old cloak. The gawks and roars of the now native Lizalfos grew louder the further they proceeded, their dialect primitive in function, but one that had been recorded by Goron scholars centuries ago. Needless to say, Konungr understood their language—albeit Goron lacked the capability to replicate it with their own vocal boxes. However, Lizalfos were intelligent creatures who understood many a dialect. That being said, even though Goron and their lizard counterparts couldn't speak the same tongue, understanding one another was a realistic possibility. "They have too many places to hide and ambush us from. Stay vigilant, Folk." Konungr whispered to Dharggoa, his eyes dancing from every large flipped object to the next in hopes of catching a trap or ambush before it sprung.
Walking a little further ahead, the duo came to a set of footprints; three pronged toes with extremely large and sharp claws that dug into the ground. Konungr dropped to a knee and began examining the single track, a finger digging into the soil in which the print laid. As he expected, it was a fresh print—he knew this from the decolonization of the print and the soil surrounding it. Also from the coolness; almost moist nature of the soil underneath which also indicating how fresh the track was. But it was the only one which also indicated one thing. "Above us is where they are most likely going to strike." Again, another whisper—only one the Champion could hear. Overhead would be the ceiling of the cavern, stalagmites galore. However, behind every other stalagmite resided a din—tunnels that looked as if they connected to some type of central highway system. Noticing this, Konungr could only imagine the state of the outpost and how it was more than likely overran with a savage and brutal clan of lizard-folk. "Lets go. We're almost to the checkpoint." He spoke to Dharggoa, eyes still dead ahead, panning the area for anything out of the ordinary.
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Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .
Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Feb 18, 2017 20:45:36 GMT -5
"Kheguhm... It has been almost half of an decade since this outpost has fallen victim to the Scourge. That event set the stage for this war my brothers and I fight within Death Mountain. But today I plunge into the ever increasing darkness in search for answers, truth, and to prove my worth. Forefathers of days past, give me your strength to conquer this challenge. Din, may your righteous fire guide me down the path I am destined to trek. Volgaea, may your blessing reach me where darkness reigns supreme."
The Earthbound giant prayed, down on a singular knee as his words echoed throughout the stalagmite covered cavern. Slowly he rose, colossal, powerful, and prepared. This venture, Konungr of Hyrule decided to go light—donning himself in nothing more but a rather durable cloak, martial-artist gi bottoms, and a gauntlet which armored the left arm of the already armored titan. Directly ahead of him resided an massive entrance—roughly five times the size of the current monarch of the Goron people. However, this entrance would be sealed by a an equally massive boulder with ancient text engraved into the hard surface of said boulder.
Konungr reached forward and caressed the jagged surface of the boulder. The stone reacted to the warmth of his paw of a hand—the engraved text glowing a faint blue as an unknown force within the Goron unlocked the magical seal separating the abandoned outpost to the rest of the cities, villages, and other ore deposits. "Between you and I, Folk. I rather do this alone. We've both seen the devastation of Kheguhm and what this Scourge is capable of. If I fail, at least I know there is a capable successor to lead our people to the promised land. But if you are here with me, and we both fail. That would be a crippling blow to our forces, a strike to the heart I don't think we can recover from in time." Kongunr removed his hand from the boulder, the massive stone dissipated into a blue energy afterwards; Kheguhm could now be accessible to them.
"This isn't an order or request, brother. But a simple thought to prepare us for the worst encase the worse decided to rear its ugly visage." A rush of dark energy—a energy fueled by malice and hatred seeped from the entrance. Konungr could feel it, he could practically taste the bitterness of it on his tongue. And he knew his Champion could too. Taking a step forward, his feet sizzled upon touching down on the scorched earth—the goodness of his soul already fighting the festering evil lurking in this outpost. Then, the berserking taunts and cries of Lizalfos bellowed from the entrance, the calls telling the Goron's to turn back and leave them be or lest face the wrath of a true warrior; true berserk's. But Konungr pressed onward, his cloak swaying in the extremely hot wind as he did so. "Whichever you decide, stand tall, Folk." Regardless of if Dharggoa decided to join his Ruler or not, the entrance would close again with the boulder materializing back in its original position.
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@dharggoa !
Through action, a Man becomes a Hero , Through death, a Hero becomes a Legend , Through time, a Legend becomes a Myth , And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action ,
And through it all, the cycle of greatness repeats .