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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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A smirk tightened on Eleazar's lips to Link's words of his mindset on rulers. He was feisty, he would give him that. All the more reason he'd enjoy when he was back to being 100%. He couldn't wait to see what a hero he truly was.
He couldn't deny that there were some truths to Link's words, however he also could care less whether the girl was retrieved or not. It would as well, give chance to replenish their armies, and he'd have more time to focus on Labrynna rather than what Hyrule was up to.
"You could call it desperation if you please, however I simply seek this as an opportunity to prove your worth. I offer a truce in return for your absense. No harm will come to any of your friends, and to prove my trust, I offer you a gift."
Slowly Eleazar turned to pull a mask from under his cloak. It appeared as a human face, with red painted stripes across the cheeks and silver hair. Though it may not look like much, there was always legend of the Hero of Time's fierce deity mask... one that was recently stolen from the archives of the Snow Temple.
"This mask will show you how to find Termina. It offers you limitless possibilities... if you have the strength to control it. Beware, for the mask gives a powerful bloodlust for your enemies. If you foresee who they are, the path will shine clear. Do not attempt to use it on me, for I have a mask of equal power."
He tossed the mask in Link's direction, a powerful surge of energy and lust seeming to draw into the wooden craft. "Be careful who you let see you with that. It would not be pretty to allow in the hands of the wrong person."
He was a busy man. He was dealing with the newly captured prisoners for his little experiment with others who shared similar ideals as him. If they all snatched people at the same time... who would come to save them? Were they truly worthy of being saved and would their saviors come for them?
Still, he found time to allow safe passage for the hero. Someone who he was dying to meet since he was all grown up again. With one leg crossed over the other, the false king slouched in his throne with his blue garbs pressed over his body. Dragon mask slightly pushed to the side, he took a deep breath as he took the hero's appearance in carefully.
"Is that truly a way to address your King?" Eleazar raised a brow, his chin resting against the palm of his hand. "Think carefully about your words. They could jeapordize your precious lover's life."
He paused for a moment, sighing as he then shook his head. "No, that would be rude of me, wouldn't it? I'm actually here to ask for your help," he smirked. "You see, I have a proposition for you. My dear goddess came to me with news of your beloved. Sent her off to the parallel world of Termina. Have you ever heard of it?"
He stood from the chair and sighed. "It puts a little... damper in my plans, you see. While I respect her decision, if I allow her to fall into the Emperor's hands, she may die. So I've requested your presence to ask a favor... and perhaps a proposition."
"Tell your men to stand down from my troops and go save her from that evil man. When word comes that the soul of Hylia has been trapped in their little world, he will wed her and lock her away for himself. I offer you safe passage to Termina, but in return, I ask you two things. Tell your troops to stand down, and a favor, undecided, for a later date."
"Let her try and talk her way out of this one. I have something they want," Eleazar replied quietly to Circe as they walked behind the royal guard carefully.
They proceeded into a large throne room, where Cetus and her grandmother were sat at the throne, watching over them carefully as the guards then left their sights. She looked firm, but he could see a sliver of apprehension that clung to her like sweat over flesh.
"M'lady, if you're asking me whether I killed him for absolutely no reason, I'm afraid you're not going to get an answer you like. He came into my home where I requested a temporary weapon free environment to negotiate, and was then overtaken by rage to not only me, but his own high King as well. Ask King Perseus yourself; the prince was branded a traitor before I took his life. His death was justified."
"Even if you believe their alliance would have been useful to you; let me ask you this. What exactly would you have gained out of making enemies with me? In fact, that is why I came here; to announce that you are not my enemy at all--quite the opposite!"
He turned on his heel to breathe in for a moment, choosing his words carefully as he looked to Queen Thetis, and then to Cetus. "I've come to ask your hand in marriage. You have something I want, and I have something you need." Slowly, he took a knee to the princess before holding a blue sapphire necklace up to present.
"You have a thriving city of Zora who are threatened with the unity of the Hyrulean nations. I wish to correct that. And I have the precious beast that you have been searching for."
And now one of them was gone for good. One less person wo worry about in the longrun, and although he was disappointed he never got to have his one on one fight, he was satisfied with the outcome. He won. He was superior. Surely his mother would see now what a foolish mistake her late husband had made with casting him out.
"As promised, I will have your sister fetched out. Don't you worry, she'll be here any moment..." he said, straightening himself in the chair and slamming his feet to the dusty floor. Getting up from the seat, he walked toward a locked door, waiting carefully by it as he then looked back to Gael's body.
"Send him out with you as well. Don't need his body stinking up the place, we have enough of those outside," he rolled his eyes, gestering his hand to push him away.
A knock came on the door to which Eleazar pulled out a key, opening it quickly. Rushed into his arms was the girl, along with her Sheikah guard. Quickly, he pushed them from his own grasp and onto the floor, allowing them free roam to go back to the others.
"Go. I'm done with you. They've had their meals so they're well fed, but I can't stop you from feeding them anymore. They might get fat though," he sighed.
He waited by the door carefully, allowing for them to leave as they wished. He smiled very faintly, excited to see what they had yet to know.
Garrett stumbled to the ground, but waited to make sure that Kura was okay. He breathed out in relief that rescue had come for them, but went pale as he saw Gael's body by the doorway. "What... what happened?" he murmured to himself quietly. He got up quickly and went to assist Artemis with carrying his body out the doorway. A carriage would be waiting for them outside.
"Mad? Quite the opposite! I'm pleased with how this is unraveling, truly," the king chuckled quietly as he reclined himself back, allowing his feet to fold up upon the table. "You all walked right into my territory and I figured one of you would disobey my rules. And here you are! Exactly as I had imagined it. I am surprised that it was you who drew their weapon first though, Gaelio, I surely assumed Perseus would turn first."
He then turned to Kura's brother, raising a brow. "Or perhaps it was you after all? You were the one who so quickly decided to give up one of your best allies in order to get your precious sister back. Truly foul of you, but for a noble cause, I can see. She's not exactly the shining gem of your people, so her death wouldn't be missed in the longrun. Gael on the other hand..."
He was running away! All while Perseus begged for his life to be taken. Well, this isn't how he wanted it to go one bit. Now he was annoyed. He wanted to see them kill each other! Or turn on each other! But now he was left with no other choice.
"Now... I'm mad." he sighed, raising a hand and snapping his finger loudly in the air. With the whip of a blade through the foyer, a knife met flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank deep enough to Gael scream. Landing right in the back between the shoulders, it would surely kill slowly and painfully.
"I'll ask again one last time. One of you is already dying, so I made it easier for you. But would you be a dear and put my brother out of his misery? I'll release the girl and her guard dog to you after."
Goodness, this was too good to overlook. Surprise had washed over the young King's face as he watched the three argue and beg for it to end. He almost let out a chuckle at the thought, but immediately brought notice to the sword upon Gael's person.
"You disobeyed me," he said, almost with a hint of surprise that he'd do such a thing.
Now Perseus was on a rampage, ready to turn, and he'd surely try to attack Eleazar if he had no control. Artemis, on the other hand, looked as though he was going to piss his pants and cry like a child... at least until he recollected himself and turned to the tyrant with an unwittingly sly remark.
There was almost a hint of delight in his voice when he spoke, and he was suddenly offering his friend in return for his sister, safe and sound.
Now, he had to laugh.
Clapping his hands slowly, the room went to silence as he stood up from his seat without a word. A smile, ear to ear, curled upon his face as he watched his brother without a blink of an eye.
He tried to stifle a laugh behind his lips, before exposing his teeth and chuckling a bit harder and shaking his head. "Well, this was quite a show, you three! However... I'll have no trade for his life. How about we play a little game? One of you must die, and the other two walk away with your sister alive?"
This would be fun to watch from the backseat. Letting them decide who would die, all to save an unimportant princess. Would they do it in cold blood? Or would they struggle the whole way?
"You look at your life as though your role is more important than those who define the very will of this world," Eleazar stated plainly. "While we hold influence over the world around us, we cannot mistake ourselves as the sole viscount over the land. The Gods are real, and they are mighty and wrathful. Ignore them long enough, and they will surely show no mercy."
He took a deep breath, a lump forming in his chest that he tried to supress. It was annoying, and almost itchy, causing his throat to clam up as he spoke of it. Majora's strange aura surrounding her goals seemed to cloud him with such excitement, it was almost inhumane.
"I've accepted myself as a chess piece in her master plan, as do many acolytes who follow in their creator's footsteps. We are nothing compared to their beauty, and I've surrendered those temptations to think otherwise."
His triumphs were mighty and impressive, but he tried not to boast on those motives alone. While his cause started only as a mere test to see if he could pull it off, the enlightenment that followed was no revelation his tried to ignore.
"So your troops will remain neutral so long as mine do not interfere is what I presume?"
"One must always be cautious when the allegience of others holds uncertainty," Eleazar promptly responded to her words before settling his gaze further into the young princess's. His eyes then darted to the queen at her response, narrowing slightly, but holding their composure. She was testing him, and he was aware of it. He had to choose his words carefully.
As the princess turned to face the guard, he closed his eyes as tension loosened over his expression, beholden to her acceptance to the audience.
"My men will stand down unless harm comes any of our allies, rest assured," he nodded in her request. He slowly followed her up the stairwell, awaiting for Circe to follow his lead before ascending into their main hall. They strode toward the large room before making note of the Queen Regent, who was eyeing him carefully.
He couldn't read what she was thinking, but half expected that she was analyzing him carefully. From what he remembered in his youth, there was a point in time where Thetis Kelpia was once a frequent visitor to the Labrynnan Zora.
She stayed close to the princess, and he lost his line of sight of the two as guards flanked to their sides. He paid no bother to it though, waiting patiently as they strode toward the throne room.
[music]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/iwva1pnbld/Naruto_Shippuden_OST_1_-_Track_28_-_Shippuu_Kumikyoku_Hurricane_Suite_.mp3[/music] Chair turned from the guests, the young king felt a smile creep upon his face as the King demanded he show himself to the party. "And what gives you the audacity to make orders to me?" Eleazar rose a brow, foot kicking back against the wooden floor before the chair then twirled to face them. Elbows leaning in against the hardwood table, his chin pressed into his palms, balancing on the weight of his arms.
"I'm glad to see you arrived in such a timely manner! I was getting quite bored, and well... when I get bored I tend to..." he narrowed his eyes, gazing upon the knife which had been perfectly centered on the table. "Never mind, let's chat then, shall we?"
He motioned for the three of them to take their seats at the table before looking down upon the parchment that he had piled in front of him. "It's quite messy, changing ownership of land, isn't it? Perhaps you will heed my warnings the next time you attempt to take my life in my own home."
His eyes pierced into Percy's, watching them callously before then turning to Gael. "I'm sure mother will be thrilled to know that her baby boy is coming home. I plan to visit quite soon, really. Once I work out a few kinks with the Zoran Princess..."
A smile was frozen over like a facade, making it hard to read what he was truly thinking. He of course, could see the apprehension washed over the young Hylian's face, and he tilted his head carefully. "What's the matter? You wanted to be included, didn't you? The lone prince, sole heir to the throne--at least, that's how it should have been. Then your sister stole the spotlight with her hair of gold and soul so divine..."
"But things don't have to be that way, do they? She's just an ordinary girl now... that throne rightfully belongs to you once more!" Eleazar chuckled. "I mean... once the isle surrenders itself to me... I'll need to establish new rulers if the originals do not swear fealty. Keep that in mind," he winked, looking to the others to carefully watch their expressions.
"Of course... this isn't why your here, now is it? You didn't come to negotiate land or save your precious civilians... no, you came strictly for the girl. In due time, my friends, I will release her as promised. But first, I'd like to know a little bit more about your intentions."
The double doors swung open slowly, revealing a large stairway where Princess Cetus, the Queen Regent, and others were situated at the top, watching for his entry. Before he moved forward, Eleazar waited for the princess to speak.
A smile curled on his lips - one of charm, rather than deceit. He nodded before lowering his head to nod in respect. "Milady, If I may," he began before dismounting his horse. His voice had changed. His words were like vanilla, sweet, yet with formality -- it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. He looked to the others, hand taking hold of his sword before setting it over the saddle of his steed. Unarmed to show he would not try anything, he then motioned for Circe to move with him. The others would stay behind at attention.
Turning back to face the princess, he gazed upon her silver hair and cerulean eyes carefully. He could tell she cared deeply for her people, and would do anything to keep them from harm's way.
"Gaelio Undine was a fool for his actions. Should he have followed my instructions, his people and our dear fallen Queen's sister would be left unharmed. I am a man of honor. My word is my promise so long as you do not double cross me. The fate of Labrynna was only as it may because they attempted for my assassination," he stepped up to the doorway, one hand over his heart while the other straightened at the small of his back.
"I do not come here to fight or to succeed you. Quite the opposite, in fact," he paused, looking over the many faces that gazed upon their interaction. "Perhaps there is somewhere we may speak in private. My fellow council member and I would like to come to an agreement with you and your grandmother."
In the distance, a roaring thunder of drums approached.
The army moved as one, a sea of shimmering armor, as if there were just one brain instead of many. Those without horses were in the front. The right legs moved in unison and then the left legs. With each step the sound of the boots on the cold tarmac was like the warning thunder of a coming storm. Slung about their shoulders were swords and bows. Each face was grim against the frigid wind and on every hand was a black glove.
The army sought to subdue with a show of power as an opening tactic, the right display of might could save them the bother of going into attack. So many battles had been won with an impressive display of horses and well woven banners. The more they won the further their reputation spread, the more cities fell without so much as a whimper. Those that fought they wiped off the face of the map save a few to spread the tale onwards. The king wanted a kingdom and he wasn't much bothered how he got it.
Flanked on each side of the tyrant were two, incredibly large horses with men in suits of armor so thick, their faces were hidden in the shadows of their helms. In the center, with banners draped over his steed, Eleazar made his arrival, thousands of men surrounding him.
The only announcement of his arrival was a slight drop in the air temperature and the descent of absolute silence. He was there, pale in the shadows of the castle entranceway. His voice came, eerie and cold, "I request entrance to speak with the Princess."
"Perhaps you are right. It is her decision I suppose," Eleazar shrugged. He didn't really care who made the decision, but it was imparitive whoever decided had agreed. He was willing to show mercy, but not without something in return.
He listened to what Asthar had then spoken of Zelda, to which he closed his eyes and took another sip from his wine. Once his words were finished, he sighed, shaking his head lightly. "Love is such a fickele thing, isn't it? It distracts you from your duties. Makes you do stupid thing--defy the very nature of the world around you. There's no use for it, at least, not when you're at war."
He thought of the bonds he may have to share in the future. Eventually, he would need to marry and be loyal to one. To pick his bride would be his most difficult choice yet, and it would change his pace for whichever alliance he creates.
There was always the possibility of unifiying his cause with Zelda's. But with Link's return... well, that surely put a hole in that plan, now didn't it? There were others he had in mind though.
The King asked another question, this time one more personal. Eleazar's amber eyes looked up into the crimson eyed monarch carefully.
"You ask why I desire the power of the gods..." he mused carefully. He paused, thinking about this for a moment, a smile creeping on his face as he thought of the grandeur that was his future.
"Because it is my God's will. From a young age, I heard the voices of a god. The one who has yet to abandon us with a useless human form, Majora. If you were there on that fateful night in the castle, you have seen the power she offers. It is her will that I become a pawn in her destiny, for I will have a place in her paradise."
Eleazar took a moment to listen to what Asthar had to say - his observations on how each of the leaders would react during a time of war and invasion. Of course, there was little to mention of Eleazar's own plans for Labrynna now that their king has openly defied him.
He gave a quiet snicker to the king's comment on he and Zelda being opposites. Perhaps it was true; While Zelda relies on the hopes and morale of her people, Eleazar would take matters into his own hand. He started with nothing and built the foundations of his successes with it. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two from him!
Ah, but those matters aside, the two of them acted for very different reasons, but both are blanketed with their cause being for "the people." Was it truly for them? Sure, Eleazar rewarded those who complied and offered his services to him, but in the end it was much more than just the success for security - it was to see if he could even do it in the first place. To show his family that cast him aside he could build something for himself without them.
"Zelda claims to oppose me for the good of her people; to rebalance the world to its proper ways of peace. But no matter how many times she gave the same corny speech to her followers... I could see past her deceit and felt a truly selfish reason in her eyes," Eleazar noted before tipping a glass of wine to his lips.
"Her only true goal was to save her precious lover so that she could pass the torch back to him. Being everyone's hero is such a heavy burden - much too heavy for that of a princess who already carries the weight of the goddess. With so many eyes looking to her for direction, she felt herself fall apart before them and became a recluse for four years. Some hero! No, she just couldn't wait to push the burdens back to her precious Elinkar," he chuckled. "So we shall see the direction the 'Heroes of Hyrule' take from here. Will Zelda disappear again? Will Link crumble under the weight of their sovereigns' expectations?"
It was the one reason he chose to keep them alive. He wanted to give them the chance to fight for what they claimed they wanted. But with a silence falling over them for a moment, he analyzed Asthar's words about Aryllia carefully.
It was interesting to see the man keep composure over the danger of what Eleazar could assume was either a beloved or a close partner. And while he knew when it was appropriate to play games and mess with his prisoners, he also had the capability to show mercy.
"Very well then," he closed his eyes. "The Sacred Realm can wait then. I'll release her under your care on the conidition that she returns to the castle when summoned to decipher some scripts left by the previous sages. No harm will come to her and she will be free to go once they are translated completely."
Carefully, Eleazar took note of the reactions that plastered upon the King's face. He stood still, unmoved by those who became uneasy; but Asthar never seemed to falter in his collection, which Eleazar could appreciate from a political standpoint.
Showing a sign of worry would be weakness, and this King seemed not weakened by the thoughts of someone he cares for in his grasp. He took a moment to speak, but his words were fluid with confidence, and Eleazar wondered how much truth supported them.
Still, it would make sense for him to simply hold "alliance" for friendship, and despite their bonds, he kept his word on staying neutral, but the words that followed were what concerned Eleazar most.
He was at the castle during the attack; disguised and kept safe in whatever secret he was behind, but he began to think more clearly; should he have some kind of relationship with the Light Sage, he must have been the Sheikah whom Aryllia was so quick to try and pull away from the battle.
"So what was it that you observed then? I must admit that wasn't my finest moment. With so much happening, it was hard to stay... completely civil. But with the goddess at my side, and the... banished queen in her unconscious state," he chose his words carefully since they were still 'friends'. "I believe the Heroes are at a standstill for now. I stand by what I said before. I will allow the hero to complete his trials and come forth when he believes he is ready... but will he ever be?"he rose a brow.
Surely, he didn't know. And if he did, he would worry about it later. It would give him time to expand his troops and win allies. He already had several plans on how to proceed. But then the King began to speak of the girl, and Eleazar narrowed his eyes.
"That girl, whether she wants to identify herself as his sister and the sage or not, was my only key to the Sacred Realm; however my intel suggests that the gates have been sealed permanently until the hero reforges the Blade of Evil's Bane," he nodded. "She is a capable scout and bounty hunter, and was useful for my special ops. However, as of late, she has been less complacent and secretive. She was then sent to be dealt with by me, and I had urgent plans for her... until my castle was breached."
Taking a seat once more, he allowed his fingers to expand over the ends of the arm rests, his back against the support of the chair. "I have not given orders on what to do next with her as of yet, since she is now useless to my plans. Is she important to you or no?"
Post by Eleazar Velyris † on Nov 1, 2017 23:42:50 GMT -5
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet
I am the venom in your skin
"I call myself what I am, your grace. You see, I do not go by the formalities of being referred to as a 'king'. I am simply... a symbol. A banished prince can be a symbol." Eleazar nodded, his fingers lightly pressing against the flesh of his cheek as he leaned back in his chair.
He took note of Asthar's mention of staying neutral through the war, and he raised a brow for a moment in wonder, "Is it not true that you and the King of Labrynna, Perseus are quite close? Though I have not witnessed for myself, it has been reported that the two of you are actually very good friends."
He didn't quite care. It didn't mean that he wasn't neutral, and despite bonds simply being for truce, he kept his word on keeping his troops out of the territory. He would understand then that Perseus was a fool for attempting to front a siege on the Capitol. "Of course, I do understand that you have written on multiple occasions with your denial of entering the battles yourself, so you must understand why it was necessary to defend what I rightfully earned when his troops came knocking on my door."
His hands rubbed together for a moment, thinking hard on what Asthar had mentioned on his distaste for Hyrule. "Is that so?"
For a moment, Eleazar rose from the chair and scanned the room's decor tentatively. Circling around the seat, he then paced back and forth, looking from banner to banner that hung from the tent. "What exactly is it that you find distasteful of Hyrule? I myself, also find things to be quite... abhorrent as well."
He froze in place, his back facing the King for a moment before his eyes fixed upon the gems that hung from a tapestry, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric. "Hyrule needs to be reworked in its entirety. The distribution of wealth within the city has grown stale. I intend to change that. You see, I consider myself to be a fair ruler. In exchange for their loyalty, I provide protection and basic necessities."
"Of course, those necessities... shelter, food, water... they are not free. They will have to work for what they want, and I will gladly supply... however some may consider me to be merciless, but I simply have three rules."
He turned from the banner before flickering his focus to the other decorations that scattered. "I do not tolerate the harassment of women. Anyone caught forcing themselves upon a female will be immediately executed. I do not tolerate stealing - it cheats the system on what you earned from your work, but lastly..."
He slowly turned to face the king, his amber eyes settling its gaze upon his crimson. "I do not tolerate lying. It breaks a trust that had been established."
He paused once more, his mouth opening slightly as he thought about what to say next as carefully as possible. "You see... I'm not quite understanding what your idea of neutrality is. I find it quite humorous that you claim to have absolutely no involvement in this war when your men were directly involved in stealing something very precious from me."
Confusion suddenly dampened the air as a simper crawled upon the false ruler's face. "I had just gotten my hands on the very key to opening the Sacred Realm - a young girl whom held the title of sage, and it was her duty alone to protect the Doors of Time, and she also happened to be the last known relative of the long lost Hero!" His voice became snarled in frustration, however he continued to keep his calm demeanor. "I was on my way here to meet with you when my men and I suddenly came across a very strange girl - yI mean, she was hylian and a very long way from home, and then thought to myself 'How strange! The girl looks identical to that of the hylian my ace had plucked for me!'"
"And then it suddenly hit me as I began looking through her things that she was carrying the very emblem of the Holodran royal family... and I then took note of her immediate distress when I mentioned my audience with you! So I will ask you again, one more time."
His eyes burned with a careful glower, taking note of the soldiers that stood to the sides of their presence, but he remained still and without reach to his weapon, showing that he would not attempt attack.
"Just what exactly are your relations to Hyrule? Remember, my lord, I do not like liars. And should you withhold the truth, or attempt to bend it, consequence will follow on a beautiful young woman who is now back in my possession."