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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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Location: Death Mountain [Abandoned Goron Village/Mine Outpost]
Description: "The Scourge is slowly approaching the main city, Chieftain. We continue to fight, but our morale is at an all time low. Eventually we will crumble and our final wall will collapse under the weight of this incurable sickness. However, we still have time to learn about this scourge and how to combat it properly. We are sending a group of our finest warriors into the abandoned depths of Kheguhm in an attempt to learn first hand about this plague. We are also aware you would probably disagree with our decision and would rather yourself to take the dive. So be it, but you will not be doing this alone. Brother Dharggoa will accompany you and make sure you return in one piece, Chieftain. Be smart, be strong, and stand tall. Lizalfos have more than likely claimed Kheguhm as their own, and they do not take kindly to intruders; especially those of Goron blood." - 4th Goron Elder, Dagfinn.
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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 14, 2017 15:34:10 GMT -5
Konungr, with eyes akin to that a slow burning ember watched as Dharggoa did what the chieftain simply could not—and he loathed it. He orchestrated this little meeting between two clashing factions, he made all the right moves to get the Zora heiress here, and he sacrificed a bit of his pride doing what no other chieftain would ever consider doing. Yet, there he sat—imposing, regal, and ready for the unsuspected, but lacked the physical do-how to greet the honored guest. It was an crippling blow, to say the least—the Elders bestowing the earthen ruler with rejuvenating magic, suggesting he stay put and save what little strength he had left. Another sigh ejected from plump lips, he'd obey the words of The Wise Ones. Truthfully, Konungr was thankful for Dharggoa—thankful to the extent where words and actions could never express such gratitude. Konungr was bestowed a title he was not ready for, but Dharggoa stood by the side of the earthbound giant—hammer in hand willing and ready to strike down the unjust and unworthy. Konungr never asked for much, his pride and fathers strict teachings inscribed in flesh and soul. But having someone there who understood the struggle helped immensely—to inspire with just presence alone, it was truly an amazing thing and something no Goron; no; no single person should ever take for granted.
When the honored guests entered the throne room, their graceful steps carried them across the silken red carpet leading to the kingly throne. Konungr attempted to stand once again, but an Elder seized the action almost instantly—her stern voice that of a mother scolding her child. He awaited for the guests to come closer, his now soft eyes examining them with steady orbs. They seemed to be dressed for the occasion and Konungr matched their chosen apparel. The Earthbound ruler opted to wore a regal jerkin crafted from adult dodongo scale. It was open, exposing a chiseled chest and washboard abs. On the back of the black piece, stitched with Skulltula silk and dyed a powerful red resided the symbol of Goron; a symbol of unity, strength, and brotherhood. While covering his lower half would be an extravagant hakama with markings going all the way down the right leg—makings that symbolized Goron and Hylian alliance. These markings were also stitched with Skulltula silk and dyed with gold and black. Soon, he hopped to add the Zora to the age old regalia.
"I take it my request reached you without any hiccups, your highness? I want to thank you for allowing me this audience. But keep your wit about you, Zora heiress. Our people have had bad blood for many many cycles. My intentions are just, I assure you. But always put the well being of your people first and foremost. Hopefully we can forge an alliance and I will be doing everything in my power to make sure such an alliance sees the light of day."
He greeted with a wave of a covered left arm, a gauntlet clinking and clanking as he did the subtle gesture. Konungr then fixated soft hues of hazel upon Marin, a crocked look but a look that morphed into a faint smile. She probably didn't recognize him—they have only had a brief interaction once in the past, and Konungr wouldn't even classify it as an actual interaction, but he recognized the young royal and couldn't help but notice how much she had grown. "Save your apologies for a matter that deserves such amends. This discussion has more to do with Hyrule than it does the standing between the Goron and Zora. We're all going to need to do our parts for a better future." He paused for a brief moment, his silence one that only a Goron would recognize. This was the moment Dharggoa would introduced himself with. He was a man with a voice, he was required to use it. Prove your worth as Goron Champion and make your people proud.
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 13, 2017 15:17:49 GMT -5
An Earthbound giant sat in a throne befitting for a royal of the highest stature, or a Warchief with worldwide renown. The chambers in which he sat were massive, the estate located within the center of the soot smelling metropolis known as The Goron City. The highest peak of the estate would be where Konungr of Hyrule was located. However, he wouldn't be alone for this rather important matter. Directly beside him stood his Right Hand and mentor when it came to the art of war; Dharggoa Lionheart—Goron Champion and military general extraordinaire. Above the throne, perched on extremely high stone pillars that also functioned as chairs would be the five Goron Elders—each elder focusing their magical powers on the current ruler of their people.
Silence washed over the chamber like a massive tsunami consuming everything in its watery path. Konungr was lost in one of his trances—a spiritual state that allowed him to communicate with rulers past. With closed eyes of searing coal, the ebon Goron shook his head before slowly opening hot white eyes that reflected anger and annoyance. As usual, they didn't approve of his actions—for a pompous Zora tramp to strut her little behind in a royal place such as this, for a meeting that would result in a famous and powerful figure such as Konungr to ask for her assistance in this matter? Foolish! Simply foolish! Konungr exhaled a sigh, bandaged feet tapping on the earth below. A blue aura surrounded him, the mystic power of the elders giving him the strength needed to see this little meeting through till the end. Truthfully, he wasn't in the best of states—his stone physique on the verge of caving due to over exhaustion. Despite this he kept pushing forward, kept fighting, kept leading. Only those within the room knew of the dire state of the Chieftain. If this meeting was a success, if Konungr could quell the age old discrepancy between himself and his waterborne counterparts. Maybe, just maybe, there was a future for this kingdom in ruin.
"Do you feel their presence? The Zora heiress and one apart of the Royal Hylian bloodline are upon us, Folk. would you go and greet them on my behalf?"
Konungr leveled his still-searing gaze on Dharggoa, a stoic expression which didn't match his kind and polite tone—albeit his tone being deep and raspy. Dharggoa more than likely felt the royal presence, his bloodline being a branched-line dedicated to the well being of the royal Goron bloodline. That being said, he too was connected to the Goddess as long as he remained faithful to the three bearers of all things life. Konungr attempted to stand from his throne, but even with the healing magic from the elders pumping through his veins, his body wouldn't respond even to the simplest of tasks. "Stand tall. For the both of us." Konungr concluded, the party now just arriving to the massive stone doors that separated the mice from men, the unjust from the just, and the weak from the strong.
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 6, 2017 1:01:48 GMT -5
He was broken into a million tiny pieces—his mental state akin to the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty. Sharing the same symbolic meaning behind the plummet the mighty egg sustained, Link too could not be pieced back together, regardless of how hard the heiress and her loyal subjects tried. This was a inner-turmoil Link had to face himself, a turmoil that required the Hero to face his own inner demons and failures head on with the vigor of a mighty lion. Time heals all wounds, both bodily and mentally—this was a fact Link should never take for granted. But, until it was time for this timid male to take back control over his life and fate, he'd continue to run—his nonstop hellish ride the furthest thing from being over.
Link followed the blazing torches in an desperate attempt to flee the crippling judgment he subjected himself too—judgement he made up and placed upon himself due to his own self-loath and disgust. He fled for his life, the calls of Zelda drowned out by the earsplitting taught's in his head. "Leave me alone..." He said in retort to the haunting voices of Din, Nayru, and Farore. Din's words scorched his flesh with intense heat, the disdain she had for the Failed Hero burn't hotter than the deepest magma pool of Death Mountain. Nayru's words were like a raging tsunami, drowning Link and sapping the very breath from his lungs. Farore simply rooted him, her words powerful and inducing crippling fear into the heart of the Failed Hero. She rooted him like how a tree roots itself deep within the earth. To be scorned and harassed by the very goddesses that gave you life; a purpose; a simple task... Truly devastating.
The Failed Hero took a sharp left, only to stop dead in his tracks with his mouth a gap—cerulean eyes dilated and shaking. Link found himself face to face with a massive tree, its appearance and grand stature easily telling one it was one of the oldest within this vast forest. He found himself in a miniature trace—his mind shifting to another realm; another time and dimension. Beside him floated an illuminating ball of energy with wings. While directly ahead of him stood a kingly tree, the wisdom practically radiating off the magnificent entity. The trance lasted for only a split second, Link faded in and out, his head on the verge of bursting like a grape. "Enough." He whispered, dropping to his knees and allowing both his hands to rest in his lap in balled fists that quivered; trembled.
"I can't do this, Zelda. It hurts too much. I-I don't have the will too carry on. Not like this; not knowing everyone hates me for my failure." Link spoke up as he heard the gentle footsteps of Zelda finally catching up. "What do I do? What can I do? How can I redeem myself? Please... I need help." That burning and tighten sensation in the back of his throat returned, he was still holding back the tears through it all. But like powerful waves crashing up against a flood bank, the levee was on the verge of breaking.
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 3, 2017 4:35:04 GMT -5
I will beat the ODDS I CAN go the distance I will FACE the world Fearless, proud and STRONG I will please the GODS I can go the DISTANCE Till I find my HERO's welcome Right where I BELONG.
———
This wasn't how the legend was supposed to play out. Hyrule on the brink—factions brawling and killing over who would be the next ruler of this one magical and prestigious landscape. Races divided more than ever due to the scarcity of resources and once strongly bonded alliances faltering as surviving became increasingly more difficult each day cycle. And the once noble bloodline chosen by the Goddess of yore in shambles—a grim reminder on how far this country truly came in the face of extreme adversity. There was only one true person to blame for this lands current state. Him; the failed Hero who single-handedly ended the cycle of legend. He lacked the needed strength to put an end to the reincarnation of all things sinister and wicked—The Great Evil that plunged this country into the everlasting darkness those that remain today endure. Instead of a happy ending that will transcend the eons, this land was given a nightmare, and this bad dream was the furthest thing from coming to an end; none of them would ever wake up.
But the people of this divided and ravished land still maintained some level of hope. A group of lionhearted warriors managed to free he who has failed them all From his prison—his own everlasting nightmare that tormented him for what felt like an eternity. Four long years later and he hasn't changed in appearance a single ounce. However, what these brave heroes found wouldn't be the same man all those years back. They may have freed a Hero, but what they got was a coward who was broken, filled with guilt, filled with sorrow, and yet, in those big blue eyes of his, there was nothing...
Welcome home, Link. You're gonna' carry this weight, Hero.
———
A celebration for his return would be the last thing he wanted, but there was no talking them out of this fraudulent feast. Link was the guest of honor and he simply had to suck it up. He sat at the massive banquet table surrounded by faces he perceived as scary—perceived as judgmental souls that blamed him for everything. He was timid, on the edge; avoiding all eye contact as he remained at Zelda's side through the celebration. She was the only one who made him feel remotely at ease, but even then that was very little. Despite how he felt about his once beloved, he too found it impossible to look her in the eyes—she was merely just another face he perceived as another judgmental soul that blamed him for everything. But by being by her side, when the voices that taunted him became too much to bear, he knew he could count on her—their bond stronger than the taunting punishments of the Goddesses and his past selves; his past legends. Link took a deep and painful breath, reaching over to the Heiress of this land and gripped her kneecap tightly. He needed her help, but couldn't find the strength needed to muster the words; not with all these judgmental faces around.
The anxiety began to hit him like a ton of bricks. Link broke out into a cold sweat, beads of perspiration rolled down a flawless visage as he began to shake. "T-they hate me..." He whispered with a painful and dry tone. His throat began to burn as he attempted to hold back the tears. He felt as if all eyes were on him as his mind constantly replayed the endless torment received from the Goddesses. In an desperate attempt to block out everything, he closed his eyes and began muttering incoherent sentences. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no one to count on. Link just went into his mind, curled into the fetal position and began apologizing out loud; sheer reflex. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please... Just stop." His voice a notch below a whisper, Link slowly opened his eyes; anxiety stricken and on the verge of hyperventilating. Directly ahead, across the way, Link was face to face with a warriors shield. Shiny, glistening, a shield fitting for a true hero. He saw his reflection through the Hylian engravings and markings. What he saw triggered something deep within the spirit of the destroyed man. Link jumped up and quickly dismissed himself from the banquet table, knocking over various dishes and silverware in the process. What he saw was a man with no future; a man that couldn't even save himself. That single sight frightened him more than anything in this world. He was a disgrace to his namesake, and he knew it—they all knew it. He was freed from one hell only to endure a new one, why couldn't he just die... Again.
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 Jan 8, 2017 19:53:40 GMT -5
Asta read the signs—Séale was now cattle cornered by a hungry wolf. She began to get hung on her thoughts a lot more frequently; the blueish tint in her face now a sickly white. The Goron Champion cocked a single eyebrow, honestly surprised by this sudden change in attitude. Asta had a strong feeling Séale didn't harbor any ill-well towards this stronghold or her people, so why did the Zora begin to withdraw like a frightened turtle? Maybe it was the fact she was caught in her little lie? Asta was the furthest thing from upset, if anything, it only made Séale appear more adorable in the hazel hues of the Champion. However, it was obvious she was going to flee—Asta called each action leading to the escape moments before they happen; from the step backwards and the desperate dash to the base of Death Mountain. So, when Séale did the inevitable, Asta simply rose up her hood cream colored hood with a half-grin and took to the roofs, following behind the young Zora to ensure the girl wouldn't get herself hurt by the local beasts at the base of the Mountain. "I do hope you're ready for an unexpected guest, Folk."
The other Goron stationed around the Stronghold allowed Séale to run pass them without even attempting to stop her—the word long since been traveled throughout the village to bring no harm to the Zora; at least until Konungr got a moment to speak with her. 9ft sentries clad in armor and steeled with Goron crafted weaponry simply turned their back to the little Zora as she fled. Some even brought their attention up to Asta gliding from rooftop to rooftop, questioning the Champions motives, but falling her orders to the bitter end. When Séale reached the gates leading to the base of the mountain, not a single sentry stood guard, allowing the Zora easy access for the time being. However, once she made it through the gate, the Goron's went back to their guard, acting as if nothing happened—saying nothing to the refugees in the process.
Whatever beast Séale may have came across would have been taken down with a single projectile aimed with extreme precision. The projectiles would be extremely sharp stone in the shape of throwing knifes, each stone-knife glowing and pulsating a purple color. These projectiles came from nowhere, so if Séale attempted to pinpoint the location, she'd be out of luck—for the time being she'd be the only one ascending the treacherous base. However long it took the little Zora to ascend the base leading to the village, Asta would be at the village entrance, waiting, perched on a rock with hazel hues on the path Séale would be taking leading up to the guarded gates.
"You're a pretty fast runner, Séale; I can only imagine how swift you are in the water. Buuuuuuut, if you wanted to see our village, all you had to do was ask. I would have escorted you up here, milady. It's pretty dangerous coming up and it relieves my heart to know you made it up here unscratched, Cutie."
Asta leaped from her stone, landing on two feet with the gracefulness of a Hylian mare."Lets go. There is much to see, Séale." She gestured for the Zora to follow, the truth now on the horizon.
@seale !
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 Jan 8, 2017 1:33:49 GMT -5
"Old blood, you say? I've always found Zora to be quite adorable, truth be told. Whereas my people have hard skin, yours have soft silky skin; albeit a little moist." Asta replied to the seemingly innocent Zora—a playful wink to conclude the Champions nice words. Asta, being a "Hybrid Goron"—a Goron with mixed blood consisting of Norse and Hyrule Goron, she possessed the ruthless spirit of Norse Goron while having the compassionate and caring nature of Hyrule Goron; the best of both worlds. It is extremely rare to see a full blood Goron within Hyrule these days, but that may be for the best—Hybrids are considered to be the ideal Goron. Asta positioned herself beside the Zora and smiled, examining the building alongside Séale; perhaps it was time to educate this curious soul?
"The Castle Town had the income and resources to build every wall with the ability to withstand sieging attacks from their enemies. We; the Gorons traded them the means to do so with our self-sustainable economy. This village however never received the same treatment. But our kind ruler Konungur of Hyrule sought to change this prior to the banishment of the Royal Family. We Gorons our inventors and architects, you see? The closer you get to Death Mountain, the more you will notice how we integrated our architectures with the buildings of this village. "
Asta concluded her little lesson with a big smile. When Séale introduced herself, the Goron Champion moved a slender hand through purple locks. She played off the fact Séale practically told of her true identity, or at least her position within the House of Zora. Asta knew she was no Zora Princess—the feeling she was getting for Séale indicated something other than royal blood. Perhaps a servant of the Princess; a retainer? If that was indeed true, Asta began to wonder where the Zora heiress could be hiding. Without dwelling on the Zora's words for too long, Asta figured it'd be wise to play dumb and ignore the fact Séale as indeed hiding something. "Oh, my! A cute name fitting for a cute servant of the Zora Heiress." Asta retorted, hands back up to her chest with another wink. "I am, Asta of Hyrule; Goron Champion," she continued, "but i'm curious, Séale. What really brings you here to the final bastion of Hyrule?" Asta inquired, leaning up against the side of the building with hazel hues leveled on the Zora she labels adorable.
@seale !
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 Jan 7, 2017 19:56:54 GMT -5
All eyes were focused on the Zora intruder—highly skilled assassins stalking from the shadows, crowds, and rooftops all ready to handle this intruder if their reasons for being in the final bastion of Hyrule were anything from just. However, the Goron Chieftain made it clear: If any Zora came to their gates in need of help, give them the assistant they deserve; treat them no different than anyone else asking for their aid. It's common knowledge the Goron and Zora have never really saw eye to eye throughout history—in a few occasions they even engaged in skirmishes over certain landmarks and points of interest throughout their country. But ever since the Crowned Family has been exiled from their land, whatever petty indifference's the two races may have with one another has long since been forgotten; at least in theory; the silence between the two races taken place of their hostile actions towards one another.
But should the same treatment be given to the Zora that sneak into the city through the water systems? Konungr couldn't be reached—he was in his throne room recuperating from a grievous wound sustained within the deepest depths of Death Mountain. All decisions now rested on the wise and just judgement of Asta; his second-hand and Champion of his people. And with the well-hidden assassins, Asta already knew what needed to be done. She knew the girl came alone; at least she came this far alone. The way the refugees reacted to her and vice-versa showed she meant no harm—it almost seemed like the Zora was around just to explore and see new sights. But there was also something very strange felt by Asta and a few others, a feeling she recognized but couldn't pin-point the exact meaning behind such a sense. The meaning behind the feeling would remain unknown until destiny played its course, but the source of the sense came from the intruding Zora, and that intrigued Asta greatly. She ordered the other assassins to patrol the perimeter and waterway—figure out if this Zora came alone or not. While they did that, she'd approach the little thing, figure out why she is here and read her mannerisms; get to the bottom of if this Zora is good or not.
"Hello? You seem lost, may I offer you assistance, milady?"
Asta voiced with a soft sweet tone appearing practically out of thin air from behind the Zora. She was a full blooded Goron, but female Goron looked much more human than any male Goron ever did. She stood at a modest height of 05'09'', and had a very curvy yet athletic build. But don't let her modesty size be taken for granted—remember, there is a reason why she is the Goron Champion, her fighting prowess and mental fortitude rivals that of even Konungr's. She walks forward towards Séale, a big smile across her face as purple locks blew in the wind. Approaching the Zora, she got a very good look of the girl. "Oh, you're adorable!" She mused, clutching her hands to her chest yet again.
@seale !
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 Dec 14, 2016 14:11:15 GMT -5
The exchange between the royal and her armored companion did nothing to falter the stoic visage of the earthbound patriarch. Though, the same could not be said about the female that accompanied him this moment—the banter between the two causing her to chuckle; an attempt to mask her laughter with a hand to her lips. Waiting for them to finish, it suddenly dawned upon the royal who she stood before—the towering mass of muscle was someone she seemed to know after all. Konungr simply nodded upon this realization, powerful arms crossing up against an bare and muscular chest. "No need to concern yourself about such unimportant details." The modesty about him showing with those words.
After another moment exhibited from the traveling duo, it seemed they had some matters to speak about—their camouflaged intent not really all that incognito in the grand scheme of things. Konungr looked between the armored fellow and the petite royal, his assistant still giggling over the fact she found all this oh-so humorous. After a moment of considering where they could chat in private, harden hazel hues leveled on a building across the way. Said building an empty space for those seeking a new and safe life within the stronghold. He would have taken them to the war Room, but as many eyes as there were out and about at the given moment, such a suggestion would have been an horrible idea. "I'll show you to your accommodations." Konungr walked forward, feet forever pinned to the ground pressing down upon the moist soil with each stride.
Within the abandoned house, Konungr lead the three of them to the nearest table. "Have a seat." He offered, fingers pointing over towards the vacant chairs befitting for royalty such as Kura. With the three of them being no where near the size of Konungr, they could rest their feet and get comfortable. Whereas he; a giant of epic proportion had no choice but to stand and loom over them at the head of said table. Truthfully, he didn't mind—standing gave him the perfect vantage point of the window which lead to the only entrance this empty house had to offer. So, in anyone approached, he would have known far ahead of time. Though, that was no real concern to him—hidden assassins that work directly under him have been laying in wait ever since the Princess rode her little behind within the Stronghold. Konungr had long since decided nothing ill would befall the royal as long as she was within his presence, precautions upon precautions were already in order.
"Based off your retainers tone, it appears you two are here for a specific reason? It also wasn't too long ago I finally managed to locate and speak with Zelda herself. Once she learned about the state of the land I could see the worry in her eyes; hear the fear in her voice. You're here to check up, no? Offer help where help is needed? I assure you, we Goron have this fort under control. There is very little need to concern yourself with Kakairko's state. Though, the sentiment is noted and much appreciated. Thank you."
He concluded his words with a respectful bow of the head, both himself and the assistant sitting directly beside him.
@nyx !
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 Dec 11, 2016 17:23:19 GMT -5
An ability within the chosen Goron bloodline made it so that whenever an Hylian royal was near, the Goron had the ability to sense their presence—their light giving off an energy only those of royal Hylian blood can give. This ability allowed the Goron in question to maintain a connection with the true rulers of this plane, a gift from the goddess and a testimony of their mutual harmony and kinship. Utilizing this one of a kind skill, Konungr was capable of locating the heiress to the throne and long since been known she was still alive despite those saying she was with us no longer—Konungr and the Goron Elders simply knew wiser than that. And at this moment of time, Konungr followed Kura's light—her light, to him, similar to a burning candle in a dark room; hard to miss. As the female approached with her inquiry, he turned to face her, stoic expression on the rugged visage of the earthbound behemoth.
Oh my how she has grown in these four years. Konungr figured she more than likely didn't recognize him, for they had only exchanged words once or twice briefly in the past. But the connection between their bloodlines made it so that he'd never forget who any of the rightful rulers of this land were. Even in the looming darkness and through all the deception, Konungr's senses would remain true to the royal family and their land. The female beside Konungr had the same ability as he, being an direct descendant of the legendary Goron patriarch Darunia himself, it is safe to say her ability to sense the royal bloodline might even surpass Konungr's. Typically one to give respect to the royal line, Konungr, at least in the public eye would treat Kura as if she just another commoner seeking shelter in the final stronghold of Hyrule. This was a precaution that needed to be had—one can never be too sure on whom it is that may be watching, laying in wait with an eavesdropping ear.
"We; the Goron's of Death Mountain are here offering the good people of our Kingdom shelter from the dangers that loom across this land. We turned this village into a bastion; the final line of defense where people can live without fear of death."
Konungr answered, looming over the girl like the sun does the moon during a solar eclipse. Konungr's assistant stood directly beside her leader, smiling at Kura whereas Konungr may have been coming off a little too forward. But it wasn't his attention, it's just how he was—hopefully having another Goron there would prove this. "I am Konungr of Hyrule. I lead this fort alongside my people. If there's anything you need don't be afraid to ask. May it be food, curatives, information, or a place to lay your weary heads. What we have is yours." He paused for a moment, a somewhat awkward moment of silence. So awkward in fact, even his secretary had to look up at her benevolent ruler in mild confusion. "Strangers." He finally concluded, subtly hinting at something in his own little way.
@nyx !
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 Dec 4, 2016 4:07:09 GMT -5
Earthbound behemoths traversed the lush fields of Hyrule. Humongous earthy beings on the back of gallant steeds—domesticated fire spewing lizards with speeds that rivaled and even surpassed those of Hylain breed stallions. Leading the pack would be none other than Konungr of Hyrule—Goron overseer and the last bastion for Hyrule. Alongside the royal rode five hunters—five of the best warriors the Goron had to offer; men Konungr has seen battle with countless times before being bestowed the position he holds dearly now.
The party approached the gate of Kakariko Village—the gates being guarded by two 9ft Goron clad and armed with some of the best mineral only a true Goron smith can handle and mold. Upon approaching, the two sentries allowed their brothers access, their weapons uncrossing and their steps carrying their massive and armored frames off to the side.
"We've located the beasts din. Only a matter of time before it leaves to hunt again."
Konungr spoke to the others by his side—his voice a tremble from the massive amount of bass behind his words. One by one, each elite leaped off their lizard, the beasts beyond obedient and trotting off back to the stables located deep within the mountains. "Aye, Folk. Until then me and the boys will prepare for the final confrontation." One of the Goron spoke, reassuring their leader the issue would be taken care of. Konungr nodded, both Goron reaching forward, and grabbing one another by the forearm with a firm grip. "I leave this matter in the hands of our best. Stand tall, Folk." Konungr replied, their foreheads colliding in typical Goron fashion. Afterwards, the five hunters departed and left their chieftain alone in the middle of the final bastion of Hyrule.
He looked around, fearful Hyrule citizens doing the best they could given the current predicament. Konungr and the Goron's did the best they could with Kakairko—turning the once poor town into a place of safety and reassurance. Those that couldn't pick up arms did chores; cleaned, prepared meals, and tended to the children. Those that had the steel to pick up steel did so by defending the main gate when rare moments arose. It was a fine system that seemed to be working on the surface, but morale was low in all fronts. The Goron's had their own war to fight within the deepest depths of Death Mountain while the citizens of Hyrule slowly began losing faith and hope. But Konungr kept all fronts held down—like the titans in Goron mythology, he carried the burdens of his people and the good people of this land upon those strong shoulders of his.
"You need rest, Folk. Please. Return to the estate and rest your wary eyes." A soft feminine voice from behind spoke. Konungr peered over his shoulders, hazel hues locked on his kind secretary with items in hand. He nodded, not wanting to argue with the only person that knew himself better than he did himself. "Perhaps that would be wise. I think I'll go do that, Folk. Thank you." She stood beside the giant of a man, soft eyes looking up at the current ruler of her people with an even softer grin. "Though, that should probably wait. It seems we're in the presence of royalty. Look alive, Patriarch Konungr." He cocked a brow, for the quickest of moments, he had no idea what she was going on about. That was until it hit him like a ton of bricks—he sensed the royal blood, and the blood was near; within the immediate vicinity.
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Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Nov 29, 2016 15:06:57 GMT -5
He felt it pointless to further explain how he felt about the situation. Truth be told, he felt some kind of way—that bitter taste of disrespect laced his fleshy tongue. Konungr was a firm believer of alliances in disasters, he stood by that belief and such a way of thinking could never be swayed or morphed. Humans, Gorons, Zoras, Sheikah's, Greudo's, and the Kokiri. The six bloodlines that hold diplomatic presence and power throughout the continent of Hyrule. Six bloodlines who have suffered and lost due to blasphemous behavior and lack of faith in the powers at be. But this was their land—their land, their issue. An easy resolve—a voice that could reach out to them all was needed; a familiar and recognizable voice. Despite the indifference's between the Zora and the Goron, Konungr could come to an agreement with their ruler and bring both bloodlines together in arms. The Sheikah, a line of people loyal to the royal family. The mightiest warriors of the line would answer any beck and call from the royal family—loyal guard dogs, they are proclaimed to be. The Sheikah, albeit hermits in culture value treasure and their customs. Between the royal family and the Goron there is many of treasures and relics to part with to recruit them for the cause if need be. Then all that leaves are the Kokiri, herbalists and hermits in their own right. But a kind and gentle race who would be willing to help it meant bringing an end to all the violence and bloodshed.
All it took was a little effort and the Land of Hyrule had more than enough able-bodied people willing and ready to reclaim the land. But, instead, the royal heir insisted on seeking outside assistance from other royals and people in supreme position. It took a lot within the giant to hold his tongue, but he managed. He had long realized this is simply how humans operate—especially those with fame, wealth, and diplomatic power. Why seek aid in the peasants; the cannon fodder? Granted, he had a feeling this wasn't Zelda's though process. Though, whenever he attempted to give humans the benefit of the obvious doubt, they, as a collective unit, always took ten steps back. A sad sight—one that could potentially cost them their land and lives.
"Worry not about Kakariko Village, Hylain Heir." Konungr bellowed, his suggestion about unity null and void. "My people will keep the village safe. Things may be grim, but Kakariko will not fall; I will not allow it too. You need to focus your efforts on what you believe to be the best course of action." His gaze faltered off the heiress, an attempt to hide his disappointment. "Whatever you need from me; may it be concoctions, steel, armor, man power, or knowledge. Please, do not hesitate to reach out."
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Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Nov 18, 2016 13:15:51 GMT -5
A bare knuckle firmly pressed upon the grass—balancing the seven foot sentinel as he showed respect to the forgotten heir. When she spoke, he rose, towering over the slender female and simply listening to the words she spoke. The wind whispered of this loyal legion of followers who fight for the well being of Hyrule and the royal family. Konungr would be lying if he said he initial believed such whispers from the jump—he wanted too, but simply couldn't. Goron are men of action; if one is fighting for a cause or reason, they make it known with action and words. This group, albeit an actual thing, made very little difference regarding the hardship washing over this once beautiful and peaceful land. However, Konungr is no ignorant fool, he too knows how difficult it is to fight for a country that no longer has faith in their traditions and customs—to fight for a country that has long been cursed the Goddesses of old. So for Zelda to solidify the rumor and give it an actual visage Konungr could set his harden gaze upon, he felt it his responsibility to give assistance where he could, regardless of how little that truly may be given the current state of his people and their own war within Death Mountain.
He shook his head as she continued, calling him "friend" warmed him to his core—warmer than the ancient smithy in the center of Death Mountain; it felt nice. But that was not the reason he shook his head, the earthbound giant took a step forward as faint sadness radiated from the elfin heir, he could feel her blight as if it was his own. Before he could speak, she continued—the mention of "outside" help not setting too will with the Goron leader. He wasn't against Goron asking for help from Zora, Hylain, the childlike forest dwellers, or the female warriors of the endless desert. It went against Goron code, but in times of intense crisis, what is pride if it gets those that depend on you and love you killed? Konungr understood that sentiment all to well, but to seek aid from the neighboring kingdoms? He wanted to comfort the heir, tell her that the people that believe in the royal bloodline still had the needed strength and loyalty to take back their land. But such words could wait, now, he needed to speak up upon another issue—the issue being the neighboring kingdoms and their help.
"I know the situation is grim, Hylain Heir. But do you honestly believe it wise to seek aid in Labrynna and Holodrum? In our lands current state, all it would take is one coordinated strike from them both and we will crumble under the pressure if we allowed them free access to our borders. I have a proposal for you, Hylain Heir." He paused for a moment, voice deep and hardened as he allowed his previous words to seek in fully. "I'm sure you've heard of the settlement in Kakariko Village. Ever since the uprising, many of those in Hyrule sought protection from my people. So I turned Kakariko into a base of operations, a safe haven for those who are looking for shelter and food, but also a place for them to pick up steel and fight when the time is right. Morale is low, but if they knew you were alive and ready to fight, I am sure they will join your cause. Not to mention you'll have the full support of the Goron. This is a Hyrule matter, let us keep it that way and keep the potential predators at bay."
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Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Nov 16, 2016 14:41:58 GMT -5
Name: Soltinnir Rank: Common Type: Gauntlet Handling: One-Handed Stat Relation: +1 to (Strength) and (Stamina) when dealing with engagements or activities that involves the left arm. Description: A one handed gauntlet crafted from the bone of a tyrant Dodongo that once wrecked havoc upon the Goron people. As it stands, this is the only armored piece of its kind. Usually gauntlets are created in pairs, but Soltinnir is a lone sibling. As the name suggests, Soltinnir meaning The Hungry One is a sentient weapon—it feels, reacts, and eats. Using soul capturing magic, the once wicked Dodongo is sealed within the gauntlet giving it special properties and the ability that made the once rampaging beast so feared and infamous. Soltinnir has the ability to consume magic whole, if a magic equal to the ranking of this weapon touches the gauntlet, Soltinnir eats the spell with the spell being "absorbed" within the armored piece. Being sentient, the piece picks who wears it. As of right now, only Konungr of Hyrule is capable of utilizing this monstrosity to its fullest potential.
Weapon Abilities:
[/i] within the gauntlet and then digested—the digesting process typically takes (three) full posts to complete before Consumption can be used again. However, Consumption can work on physical or mental buffs to. If magic is used on the opponent or the user of this gauntlet, all the owner has to do is apply a simple touch to themselves or the opponent and Soltinnir eats the magic affecting them (thus ending the buff/debuff altogether).
Name: Spit Up Type: Active Rank: Common Stat Relation: +1 to any stat after activation Duration: (Three) post duration Cooldown: (Three) post cooldown Description: Usually used together with Consumption, Spit up is used when Soltinnir eats a spell or magic and feels if its wielder needs the raw energy in form of a boost. When Spit Up is used, a lightly tinted haze is left in its wake—that is the excess energy. Soltinnir then forces the energy to empower its host by forcing it within them—causing it to flow through their system in a burst of energy. After Spit Up is used, Dodongo spikes moving up and down the frame of the gauntlet are elongated to symbolize its annoyance upon giving up its meal. However, these spikes can be used to the hosts advantage if they so choose to utilize it.[/ul]
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Post by Konungr of Hyrule on Nov 15, 2016 14:17:52 GMT -5
"I would never consider such treason an actuality, Hylain Heir." Konungr replied upon her claim. He slowly rose from the stone he sat on, eyes peering directly ahead at the person he hasn't seen in almost half a century. He strolled forward, caution about him, hands slowly showing themselves behind a regal cloak. He crossed massive arms up against an equally massive chest as the distance between the two closed to a little less than five meters.
"It relieves me to know your in good health, Hylain Heir. However, I cannot say the same about the state of our country. The people that remain true to the royal bloodline, they are the ones fighting a losing battle. And, truthful, I too am losing this very same battle."
Konungr spoke, his voice booming in sheer power and loyalty—his tone deeper than any chasm darkness may spawn from. He took another step forward if the princess allowed it, in the midst of the step he'd lower the part of the cloak which shrouded his face. He showed his ebon visage—stoic expression perusal, but those golden eyes gleamed with joy and enthusiasm regarding the discovery of the princess.
"Hello, Zelda; Hylain Heir and rightful ruler to the throne." A Goron was never to bow; it went against their tradition and showed ultimate weakness. A Goron was meant to physically and metaphorically look down on their allies and enemies because they were simply superior. Years of prejudiced and injustices to their race only made such a creed even stronger and pungent. But Konungr cared not for the ways of old—the state of their land and all those that inhabit it meant much more to him than an over-inflated pride. He took a knee and dipped his head in the presence of royalty. And, for the first time, he finally saw eye to eye with another that didn't share his same race.
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 .