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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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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.
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?