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Haha, well this is Frore's temporary moment to shine. I'm going to try and get around to posting more for everyone, but it's difficult when people are so spread out and there's almost ten of you and only one of me. Besides, I'm very much an advocator of players not expecting the GM to hold their hand and spoon feed them the entire time-- as long as they're responsible and logical.
Because I'm feeling so nice, I'll let you finish and submit your character sheet, Memories.
But other than that-- I officially declare this RP closed to new members.
But other than that-- I officially declare this RP closed to new members.
No sooner had Cain spoken than small, upright streaks of bright green light began to pulsate around where Frore stood, becoming more and more numerous and thick until Frore was almost completely veiled by the strange little beams. Members of the crowd gasped and shouted in alarm. The guards fell back, urging others to do the same and fearing the worst. Sir Halbert, however, stepped closer, tightening his grip on his blade and raising his shield whilst the wind picked up, causing his velvet red cape to whip around behind him.
“Farore’s Wind,” the fairy’s voice whispered lowly, as if merely a breath on the breeze.
Suddenly, a blinding pillar of green light flared around them with a long, high pitched chiming sound. The crowd shielded their eyes from the intense green ray, which swelled and then began to rapidly shrink in circumference—ultimately disappearing to reveal that the large cloaked figure had completely vanished without a single trace....
In a deserted corner of Kakariko Graveyard, the green beam flashed into being—unseen by those in the village but possibly visible to any lucky folks who liked to climb and sit atop tall windmills on hills... as well as any who were in the graveyard. Such as the young couple who were getting frisky in the very same secluded corner. The young woman jerked away from the pucker faced boy and let out a terrified holler as the light began to appear. The young man let out a high pitched squeak before the pair untangled themselves and ran clean out of the graveyard.
Alone at last, the green light faded away and there stood the cloaked Chilfos. Lethe flew out of Frore's hood and hovered before him—and also Cain, unbeknownst to her.
“I have to admit, I wasn’t really expecting a verbal answer when I asked you that question,” Lethe cocked her head to the side, crossing her arms, “That's a pretty incredible talent you have there, Cold One...." She squinted at him skeptically, pondering how a being with no tongue could speak so clearly. And why he hadn't used that voice to defend himself when the guards were confronting him... not that it would have done someone of his kind much good.
“Farore’s Wind,” the fairy’s voice whispered lowly, as if merely a breath on the breeze.
Suddenly, a blinding pillar of green light flared around them with a long, high pitched chiming sound. The crowd shielded their eyes from the intense green ray, which swelled and then began to rapidly shrink in circumference—ultimately disappearing to reveal that the large cloaked figure had completely vanished without a single trace....
In a deserted corner of Kakariko Graveyard, the green beam flashed into being—unseen by those in the village but possibly visible to any lucky folks who liked to climb and sit atop tall windmills on hills... as well as any who were in the graveyard. Such as the young couple who were getting frisky in the very same secluded corner. The young woman jerked away from the pucker faced boy and let out a terrified holler as the light began to appear. The young man let out a high pitched squeak before the pair untangled themselves and ran clean out of the graveyard.
Alone at last, the green light faded away and there stood the cloaked Chilfos. Lethe flew out of Frore's hood and hovered before him—and also Cain, unbeknownst to her.
“I have to admit, I wasn’t really expecting a verbal answer when I asked you that question,” Lethe cocked her head to the side, crossing her arms, “That's a pretty incredible talent you have there, Cold One...." She squinted at him skeptically, pondering how a being with no tongue could speak so clearly. And why he hadn't used that voice to defend himself when the guards were confronting him... not that it would have done someone of his kind much good.
Fortunately for the Chilfos, his encounter with the young girl had drawn quite a fair bit of attention—most importantly, the attention of a certain, small, glowing individual whose keen golden eyes and sharp ears had a knack for noticing when children, in particular, were in distress. Weaving carefully behind and around ankles, the small orb of indigo light quickly slipped, unnoticed by the crowd, beneath Frore’s robes.
The cold one….
“You there!” one of the spearman shouted, “What did you do to the child? What have you to say for yourself?” Vehemently wary voices in the crowd began to rise in volume as the voiceless being failed to respond. The second guard, brandishing his long spear, barked, “Lower your hood!”
A tall, sturdy looking knight in shining gold armor stepped forward, golden Hylian shield and gold hilted broadsword in hand, “We wish to resolve this peacefully, but if you do not do as we command, we will be forced to remove you from the premise. What say you?!”
Still within her mother’s arms, the young girl seemed to have already recovered from the pain of her ice burn, but the damage had been done. From behind the guards, she stared with wide eyes at Frore and the men whilst her mother mutter angrily to her friend standing at her side. The voices of the festival-goers swelled as the crowd of observers started to thicken. The situation seemed bleak....
It was at this moment that a small voice spoke to Frore from within his hood.
“Hey Cold One… Gee, you sure shook things up around here, didn’t you? Hold still. Don’t move. I’m going to get you out of here, but you have to do as I say, got it?"
The cold one….
“You there!” one of the spearman shouted, “What did you do to the child? What have you to say for yourself?” Vehemently wary voices in the crowd began to rise in volume as the voiceless being failed to respond. The second guard, brandishing his long spear, barked, “Lower your hood!”
A tall, sturdy looking knight in shining gold armor stepped forward, golden Hylian shield and gold hilted broadsword in hand, “We wish to resolve this peacefully, but if you do not do as we command, we will be forced to remove you from the premise. What say you?!”
Still within her mother’s arms, the young girl seemed to have already recovered from the pain of her ice burn, but the damage had been done. From behind the guards, she stared with wide eyes at Frore and the men whilst her mother mutter angrily to her friend standing at her side. The voices of the festival-goers swelled as the crowd of observers started to thicken. The situation seemed bleak....
It was at this moment that a small voice spoke to Frore from within his hood.
“Hey Cold One… Gee, you sure shook things up around here, didn’t you? Hold still. Don’t move. I’m going to get you out of here, but you have to do as I say, got it?"
Thank you! If I were you, I would bide my time just a bit for the response, though. I'm about to add Frore's part of the post and I think we should let Lug get at least one reply in first. Things are about to move kinda fast.
Utterly perplexed, Felicia stared at the toy in her hand, lips curled and forehead creased.
“Ms. Felicia,” Kamo said, restoring the last fallen fish to it’s proper place, and breaking her out of her trance, “What… just happened?”
“I… I really don’t know,” Felicia frowned, a slight whimper of remorse evident in her tone as she dropped her hands to her side. She set the bobble head down on the counter and folded her arms, observing the stranger as Kamo set the chairs back up and brushed the leaves and dirt from his pants.
Those that weren’t drawn in by the vagrant’s merchandise dispersed, chuckling as they went and most likely assuming the two had known each other. Not exactly a far-fetched assumption judging by how casually the loon had continued about his business. She suppressed a sigh and scratched her shoulder. He was clearly crazy... but for a crazy person who was hearing voices to accuse someone else of being crazy. The last thing she wanted to be was a hypocrite as well.... Where on earth was Linda? She really needed to take a break and soon....
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“Kaiver Greison.”
The crowd parted behind Kaiver as a tall, well-groomed and sturdy man, flanked by two guards, stepped briskly forward. He wore eloquent gold armor from head to foot and, atop his head, a golden helmet of intricate design. Set into dark, tanned skin, were a pair of intense forest green eyes and two long, parallel scars wrapping around his cheek and chiseled jaw. Kaiver would immediately recognize the knight as none other than Sir Orca Halbert, a renowned hero among the people as well as a personal favorite of the Royal Family. His title did not precede his skills with a blade, however. He was undoubtedly one of the most skilled warriors in all of Hyrule… if not, perhaps, also one of the most pretentious.
“Sticking your nose into matters that don’t concern you again, are we?” Sir Halbert frowned, his voice sleek and disdainful. The two spear-men at his flanks, who also happened to be the same spear-men at the gate whom Kaiver had ordered away, looked sheepish and uncomfortable, obviously having been chewed out quite thoroughly.
Although Sir Halbert's rank as a Hyrulian Knight was far beyond that of a simple guard, the Royal Family had been appointing him as the official overseer of the Hero of Time festival for many years. With so many different races gathering in one place, the King wanted to absolutely ensure it would be an event celebrating peace and unity-- that meant petty squabbles and mischief needed to be kept to a minimum and handled with the utmost care. Sir Halbert stepped forward between the Chilfos and the child. As he passed Kaiver, he paused and leaned forward so as to keep the rest of the apprehensive crowd from hearing.
“You caused quite a stir in the stables, you know. Allowing that freak to store his monstrosity with everyone’s horses. Everyone was in a panic and now I have to keep three of my best spear-men there on watch to ensure the thing doesn’t devour anyone’s horse.” His shaded eyes from beneath his helmet glared at Kaiver for a moment before continuing.
“Should I really have to remind you that you cannot pull your “Ranger” title anymore? Don't let me catch you ordering my men around again. You’ve been demoted to Town Watch and, last I checked-- this isn’t your town.” The two spear-men began to move in behind him, standing on either side of the strange cloaked being and urging people to get back.
“Why don’t you go enjoy the festival with your woman and children, Greison,” Sir Halbert smirked before turning to face the matter at hand.
“Ms. Felicia,” Kamo said, restoring the last fallen fish to it’s proper place, and breaking her out of her trance, “What… just happened?”
“I… I really don’t know,” Felicia frowned, a slight whimper of remorse evident in her tone as she dropped her hands to her side. She set the bobble head down on the counter and folded her arms, observing the stranger as Kamo set the chairs back up and brushed the leaves and dirt from his pants.
Those that weren’t drawn in by the vagrant’s merchandise dispersed, chuckling as they went and most likely assuming the two had known each other. Not exactly a far-fetched assumption judging by how casually the loon had continued about his business. She suppressed a sigh and scratched her shoulder. He was clearly crazy... but for a crazy person who was hearing voices to accuse someone else of being crazy. The last thing she wanted to be was a hypocrite as well.... Where on earth was Linda? She really needed to take a break and soon....
“Kaiver Greison.”
The crowd parted behind Kaiver as a tall, well-groomed and sturdy man, flanked by two guards, stepped briskly forward. He wore eloquent gold armor from head to foot and, atop his head, a golden helmet of intricate design. Set into dark, tanned skin, were a pair of intense forest green eyes and two long, parallel scars wrapping around his cheek and chiseled jaw. Kaiver would immediately recognize the knight as none other than Sir Orca Halbert, a renowned hero among the people as well as a personal favorite of the Royal Family. His title did not precede his skills with a blade, however. He was undoubtedly one of the most skilled warriors in all of Hyrule… if not, perhaps, also one of the most pretentious.
“Sticking your nose into matters that don’t concern you again, are we?” Sir Halbert frowned, his voice sleek and disdainful. The two spear-men at his flanks, who also happened to be the same spear-men at the gate whom Kaiver had ordered away, looked sheepish and uncomfortable, obviously having been chewed out quite thoroughly.
Although Sir Halbert's rank as a Hyrulian Knight was far beyond that of a simple guard, the Royal Family had been appointing him as the official overseer of the Hero of Time festival for many years. With so many different races gathering in one place, the King wanted to absolutely ensure it would be an event celebrating peace and unity-- that meant petty squabbles and mischief needed to be kept to a minimum and handled with the utmost care. Sir Halbert stepped forward between the Chilfos and the child. As he passed Kaiver, he paused and leaned forward so as to keep the rest of the apprehensive crowd from hearing.
“You caused quite a stir in the stables, you know. Allowing that freak to store his monstrosity with everyone’s horses. Everyone was in a panic and now I have to keep three of my best spear-men there on watch to ensure the thing doesn’t devour anyone’s horse.” His shaded eyes from beneath his helmet glared at Kaiver for a moment before continuing.
“Should I really have to remind you that you cannot pull your “Ranger” title anymore? Don't let me catch you ordering my men around again. You’ve been demoted to Town Watch and, last I checked-- this isn’t your town.” The two spear-men began to move in behind him, standing on either side of the strange cloaked being and urging people to get back.
“Why don’t you go enjoy the festival with your woman and children, Greison,” Sir Halbert smirked before turning to face the matter at hand.
Ohh so close, Lug!
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Legend of Zelda : Whispers in the Night~ ....the Era Without A Hero
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
bump.
I won't be closing until Sunday afternoon. I remember now that some of you may be in a different timezone than I, so, to clarify... that's in about 15 hours or so.
Oh! And just to be clear... you can still make new characters if you've already been accepted and have empty slots. This is just going to be closing for new members.
Hmmm... as for who is the sly one, I don't know if I should say.... haha. And as for the whole 'dark one' thing... the Goddess does not define people by what they are at first glance! She sees them as they are on the inside!
And inside Felicia... is a great big fish. #notreally #whatamisaying #youlljusthavetowaitandsee #hashtagsaredumb
G'night, folks.
Oh! And just to be clear... you can still make new characters if you've already been accepted and have empty slots. This is just going to be closing for new members.
Hmmm... as for who is the sly one, I don't know if I should say.... haha. And as for the whole 'dark one' thing... the Goddess does not define people by what they are at first glance! She sees them as they are on the inside!
And inside Felicia... is a great big fish. #notreally #whatamisaying #youlljusthavetowaitandsee #hashtagsaredumb
G'night, folks.
Yeah I got that. No worries, it's fine.
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