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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
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
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3/14/20 The staff are working dilligintly on the next plot and introduction to ARC 3 of the site. Over the next couple weeks,
we will be transitioning the plot, organizing boards, and a new location will be added to the site! Please note that Termina will be removed from playable locations
during this process. Thank you for your patience!
The traditional festival had finally arrived, much to the relief of those who resides in Lorule. A time of joyous merriment, of the races mingling as one, the Picori celebrating their return to the human realm. The sounds of accordians, pan flutes, hurdy-gurdies, and other instruments came from every street, every square, and many songs were sung, many dances were had, and many friendships forged.
But, at the center of it all, stood the pedestal, with the Picori Sword. Not the real one, of course, that had been lost centuries ago, but the symbolism still held true. The winner of the sword-fighting tournament would pull the sword, be hero for a year, a local legend!
But for now, night fell, and the minstrels came out, gaggles of people surrounding them to listen to the stories of old, listen to the whispers that this was the hundred year mark. Once again, the Minish Door would open.
It had been nigh upon a decade since a celebration of this magnitude in Hyrule, and the festivities could be heard for leagues outside the city limits. Countless minstrels led rings of people dancing, jesters and performers offered their talents for crowds, sober and not. Children played the games set up, toasts were had, there was a seemingly endless feast. Goron, Zora, Rito, Hylians, Sheikah, Gerudo, they were all here, and even rumors of the interlopers of twilight cropped up in the dead of the night.
It was two days into the festival, where the sun was at its highest, and there was a slowdown in the whirlwind of events, allowing people a chance to mingle. In the calm, people sat, spoke, and for the first time in a very long time, laughed alongside their countrymen. Truly, Hyrule felt united.
The great Picori Festival is finally here in Lorule!
Every year, the people of the land gather in a grand celebration, honoring the legend of old about the hero who fought the greatest evil the land had ever seen, over 500 years ago. A time-honored tradition, the festival lasts two weeks, and takes place in Castle Town, complete with revelry, feasts, merriment, and games galore! Find yourself running obstacle courses, dancing with friends, or even swimming in the moonlight! The culmination of the event is the Hero’s Trial, where those who think they have a hero’s heart compete to be the Hero of the Festival! The Trial begins with the Quest for the Triforce, where participants show their Courage, Wisdom, and Power. They then must face the greatest knight in the land to a boffer fight, with the knight playing the Great Evil, blindfolded! And, at long last, when a hero has been chosen, they will be brought to the Minish Door, where they will draw the replica Picori Blade and be named that year’s Hero of the Festival! This year’s processions are being hosted by two priestesses of the Goddesses, who claim to work towards the will of Power and Wisdom, and it is by their powers alone that this will be the greatest Picori Festival in a century!
But, this year is special. Every century, on the seventh day of the festival, it is rumored that the Minish Door opens, a pathway to another world entirely. No records of it happening in the last generation were kept, but there is a notable increase in the guard surrounding the Minish Door this year. Perhaps something special will happen this year? Who knows what wonders can await? So come one, come all! Bring your friends, forget your fears, and be careful.
The very enemy you fear can be right under your noses.
The Royal Family has returned to Hyrule! The land is rejoicing with jubilees, celebrations, and revels thrown in the name of the Monarchs and their healthy return. Even the citizens of Castle Town have prepared a festival of proportions unheard of, preceded over by Queen Zelda and the Hero himself. There have been plans for musicians from all over the land, magic performers, dramatic reenactments of the climactic battle, and so much more!
But to those within the inner circle of Castle Town, there has been a brief period of unrest is the time of peace that has been ushered in. A woman, clad in green, arrived in Hyrule, preaching to any who would listen about the word of Farore, Goddess of Courage. Many dismissed this as the ramblings of a woman left behind by her sanity, but the Queen and her Hero have experienced another oddity in line with her appearance of a doorway in the castle courtyard, one no one can open, nor that they recognize. They’ve been through enough to know coincidence isn’t commonplace in their lives, and as such have decided to take the matter seriously. Even as guards were sent out to usher the self-proclaimed Oracle away, a scribe was sent to transcribe her words, and what Zelda and Link looked upon with their council was as such:
Harken to the whims of Courage, those who are lost to it entirely! Years since the folly of the Goddesses has bred contempt, and we stand at the precipice of another calamity. Three shining stars have fallen, one among you, and two in a distant land, conspiring together to open the door! No Wisdom shall escape such destruction, no Power shall prevent it when it comes. Something darker still grows on the other side of the reflection, and naught will be done to stop it! Celebrate now, but sleep afterwards with an eye open. Fear the very thing you once looked up to, and I shall be your shepherd to salvation!
Despite this report, the decision has been made that festivities will continue as planned, and many grand events, hosted by all the races in the land. It begins today, so bring your friends, bring your family! A week of festivities awaits you, along with things you never dreamed you could see.
They chose not to take the initiative, but they would not be given the same luxury. As the automaton stood taller, two more arms emerged from side panels, ending not in metal hands, but blades, somehow unrusted with time. They used shadow magic, played the defensive, and that was taken in.
Its gaze turned to Midna, and as it did, it began its approach, faster than one would expect, and pulled an arm back, swinging its blade in the space Midna was occupying in a brutal crosswise slash. Whether the blade took purchase or not, the blade would be buried into the ground, and pulled out with some clear effort. But there was no need to worry about multitasking, as the head turned on its joint to Balthazar, holding the fire orb up in his direction and sending a torrent of fire.
A closer look at the back of the automaton showed a glowing sigil, almost remniniscent of an eye...
Alright, I read this over again and thought it out in relation to the Zora, and I'm seeing two lines of play this could follow. The first is letting this idea fly, under the pretense that it is secondary to the current plot of the Zora, and as such, will not come up until they have fulfilled their current mission of finding the daughter of Nayru. This is pulling for a major plot point that wasn't discussed with me before, and I'm willing to entertain it, but only when I deem it's relevant.
If that isn't to your liking, I would suggest an alteration of the plot that doesn't directly involve Cetus, something you could explore on your own without our hand in it. Between the whole of the site plot, and each race's subplot, we can tend to focus away from individual characters as a whole, and this is the line of play I would suggest.
Let me know what you think, and we'll proceed from there
Centuries had passed since anyone had the means to bypass the final barrier of the temple, the magic locking the hidden relic away from prying eyes faltering. And though Midna was capable of uncovering the magic to unlock the door, there was a second layer she had not caught behind it. The metal clicking of gears was all they heard as the door opened, and before them sat a large automaton, slumped against a pedestal in the room, centuries of dust covering it, to the point where any distinguishing features weren't immediately noticeable. A cloud of dust blew from the room, sweeping around the feet of the Twili interlopers.
It is time once again... Sister. Let us eliminate the intruders.
Along the perimeter of the room, torches began to light, half burning an unnatural shade of red, the other half blue. The whirring of machinery would catch the ear, and slowly, the figure in the middle of the room stood. The dust began to shake off, revealing a dull brass, reflecting the light of the torches, and the eyes of the figure began to glow, matching the contrast of the torches. At its full height, the feminine automaton stood tall, near 10 feet tall, with its hands each holding a crystal burning with magic. It took a step towards them, standing between the pedestal and the Twili. It was almost as if it was watching them momentarily, before the blue orb was pointed at Balthazar. A blue fire bolted out in his direction, and at the point of contact, ice burst forth, freezing everything in the vicinity immediately.
The battle had begun
MIDNA and BALTHAZAR vs. TWINROVA SENTRY
Any step into the room would cause a wall of fire to burst between them and the sentry, but there seemed to be something laying against a wall, something seemingly reflecting the light of the torches in it...
Bruh. I can understand coding being hard and whatnot, but at least look at a finished profile to see what is expected of our members. This is barely adequate, not accurate to our timeline NOR what kind of a person Ganondorf is. Read our plot, try again, and this time actually try, please?