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Legend of Zelda : Whispers in the Night~ ....the Era Without A Hero
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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Looking to fill three empty spaces! It's still early enough to easily jump into the story. Check out the IC here!!
Looking to fill three empty spaces! It's still early enough to easily jump into the story. Check out the IC here!!
I agree with you there. I also have a problem with the lack of adherence to logical order of events though. Everybody needs to keep in mind the space of time and what happens/happened when.
Fairly sure Magus would have finished speaking by the time Izzaz walked up. Therefore I can't imagine how he could have possibly heard him.
I think Felicia's reaction at this point would be something like....
DA FUQ???
DA FUQ???
Hahaha. Well even if it was a somewhat common practice-- it straight up looked like Jira puked up a rupee. And due to all the other odd things he's already done... maybe Felicia was jumping to conclusions, but just seeing him pick a rupee out of his own bloody vomit would've been icky enough.
The sound of fast approaching footsteps behind her as she turned away sent a chill up Felicia’s spine. She side-stepped and spun around just before the man attempted to place a hand on her shoulder. Yet more unsolicited touching, she frowned, pulling her candied apple closer to her chest and attempting to hide it with her hands.
“Uh…,” she blinked at him as he rapped at her. ‘I’m here to make your sale’…? Did he want to buy something?
She attempted to step further away from him as he suddenly reached his hand towards her face, but nearly bumped into a passing festivalgoer. She winced and closed her eyes, unsure of what he was going to do now. She felt her hair move and something soft brush against her cheek, opening her eyes just as he hastily withdrew his hand and ran off.
The flower had been so hurriedly placed; it hung loosely from her hair, brushing against the corner of her eye as she stared after him. Startled, she shook her head like a cat with tape on it’s ear and watched as a small white flower fell softly onto the ground.
“Wha…?” she looked up, sweeping the crowd for the man, but found no one. Being unable to see his face, she had been incapable of noticing he was feeling sick. If she had noticed, she most certainly would have been concerned but, as it were, she was simply left standing there puzzling over the strangeness that was he.
Perhaps he had forgotten something important and suddenly remembered? She took a step in the direction he had run off towards, but stopped-- caught in an inner debate with herself.
Would chasing after him really be wise? she chided herself, That would be just asking for trouble. Practically begging for it. But then….
She sighed. Maybe something was wrong? Why would he come talk to me like he wants to do business and then suddenly disappear like that? His voice sounded funny on that last word, she thought, But maybe I just imagined it….
That’s it!
She walked hesitantly in the direction she’d seen him go. He must have been so embarrassed about messing up that last rhyme that he decided to run away! She frowned, feeling a bit of sympathy for the stranger. He needn’t be so hard on himself! She was no expert when it came to rap or even music in general, but… well this would probably give her a good opportunity to politely request that he stop creeping her the heck out at least.
Glancing down an alleyway, she spotted the man retching into someone’s pot. She quickly retreated back behind the wall, peeking at him quietly. She’d almost not recognized him with his mask off—having only caught a glimpse of him before when he decided to flash her a goofy grin before finally setting her down. What she saw next caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust and she felt the urge to hurl wash over her as well.
She leaned back behind the wall as the man pulled his head away from the pot. When she once again chanced a peek, she watched as he fished around in the vomit-filled pot and pulled out a perhaps-once-shiny-but-now-blood-covered rupee. He smiled eerily, looking further down the pot-filled alleyway.
EWwwWwwwWW.
Felicia stepped away from the wall. The man ate rupees. She shook her head regrettably. He was definitely out of his mind. No wonder he was vomiting blood!
She turned to leave the poor man to his self-inflicted fate, but tripped in her haste. In a panicked effort to protect her precious apple, she gripped it tightly and turned herself around. With a crash and a cry, she smashed into a small pile of pottery.
“HEY!” a man from the corresponding booth cried-- evidently the owner of said pots, “You better be able to pay for those!”
“Uh…,” she blinked at him as he rapped at her. ‘I’m here to make your sale’…? Did he want to buy something?
She attempted to step further away from him as he suddenly reached his hand towards her face, but nearly bumped into a passing festivalgoer. She winced and closed her eyes, unsure of what he was going to do now. She felt her hair move and something soft brush against her cheek, opening her eyes just as he hastily withdrew his hand and ran off.
The flower had been so hurriedly placed; it hung loosely from her hair, brushing against the corner of her eye as she stared after him. Startled, she shook her head like a cat with tape on it’s ear and watched as a small white flower fell softly onto the ground.
“Wha…?” she looked up, sweeping the crowd for the man, but found no one. Being unable to see his face, she had been incapable of noticing he was feeling sick. If she had noticed, she most certainly would have been concerned but, as it were, she was simply left standing there puzzling over the strangeness that was he.
Perhaps he had forgotten something important and suddenly remembered? She took a step in the direction he had run off towards, but stopped-- caught in an inner debate with herself.
Would chasing after him really be wise? she chided herself, That would be just asking for trouble. Practically begging for it. But then….
She sighed. Maybe something was wrong? Why would he come talk to me like he wants to do business and then suddenly disappear like that? His voice sounded funny on that last word, she thought, But maybe I just imagined it….
That’s it!
She walked hesitantly in the direction she’d seen him go. He must have been so embarrassed about messing up that last rhyme that he decided to run away! She frowned, feeling a bit of sympathy for the stranger. He needn’t be so hard on himself! She was no expert when it came to rap or even music in general, but… well this would probably give her a good opportunity to politely request that he stop creeping her the heck out at least.
Glancing down an alleyway, she spotted the man retching into someone’s pot. She quickly retreated back behind the wall, peeking at him quietly. She’d almost not recognized him with his mask off—having only caught a glimpse of him before when he decided to flash her a goofy grin before finally setting her down. What she saw next caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust and she felt the urge to hurl wash over her as well.
She leaned back behind the wall as the man pulled his head away from the pot. When she once again chanced a peek, she watched as he fished around in the vomit-filled pot and pulled out a perhaps-once-shiny-but-now-blood-covered rupee. He smiled eerily, looking further down the pot-filled alleyway.
EWwwWwwwWW.
Felicia stepped away from the wall. The man ate rupees. She shook her head regrettably. He was definitely out of his mind. No wonder he was vomiting blood!
She turned to leave the poor man to his self-inflicted fate, but tripped in her haste. In a panicked effort to protect her precious apple, she gripped it tightly and turned herself around. With a crash and a cry, she smashed into a small pile of pottery.
“HEY!” a man from the corresponding booth cried-- evidently the owner of said pots, “You better be able to pay for those!”
Lethe motioned towards the elevated entrance to the temple at the back of the graveyard once again with an aggravated sigh, "Over there. Just have them wait at the base of the cliff. Judging by what I've seen so far, I'd wager not all of you will be able to climb those trees so easily." Indeed, the entrance was shrouded by several trees and at the top of a very steep hill—nigh impossible to climb unless you were very agile when it came to climbing trees. "You won't be able to get inside without my help anyway-- so don't even try," she added airily.
SURVEY #1
Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t fill it out too, would it?
1. Where do you think each of the characters (other than your own!) fall on the scale of Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic and Good/Neutral/Evil? Try to provide a brief explanation to support your choices.
2. What would your character(s) overall opinion(s) be of each of the other characters based on a first impression (assuming they were being introduced as partners to achieve some sort of goal)?
3. Going back in time, if your character(s) were 6 years old, what would they say if asked about the following: Favorite food? Least favorite food? Favorite animal? Favorite person? Talents? Dream house? Dream job?
Favorite food: Apples! I love apples! Apple pie, apple fritter, caramel apple, green apples, red apples, small apples, big apples, apple flavored lollipops…
Least favorite food: uhm…
Favorite animal: Puppies! Puppies are so cute!
Favorite person: /blushes/ It's a secret....
Talents: I’m a really good swimmer. Uncle says I’m a good fisher, but I don’t like fishing.
Dream house: I’m gonna live in that big castle by where mommy and daddy live.
Dream job: I want to be a Zora princess when I grow up. Then I can swim all the time and catch fish with my teeth. And live in a big castle.
4. Do you have any favorite characters so far? Player characters, NPCs, whatever? (Try not to pick your own character, you narcissistic punks!) Provide a brief explanation as to why you like them so much.
Since I’m the GM, I think it’s best I don’t pick favorites. Not openly at least.
5. What are your predictions for the story thus far? Any comments, concerns, or things you’re hoping to see?
Lulz
Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t fill it out too, would it?
1. Where do you think each of the characters (other than your own!) fall on the scale of Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic and Good/Neutral/Evil? Try to provide a brief explanation to support your choices.
2. What would your character(s) overall opinion(s) be of each of the other characters based on a first impression (assuming they were being introduced as partners to achieve some sort of goal)?
3. Going back in time, if your character(s) were 6 years old, what would they say if asked about the following: Favorite food? Least favorite food? Favorite animal? Favorite person? Talents? Dream house? Dream job?
Favorite food: Apples! I love apples! Apple pie, apple fritter, caramel apple, green apples, red apples, small apples, big apples, apple flavored lollipops…
Least favorite food: uhm…
Favorite animal: Puppies! Puppies are so cute!
Favorite person: /blushes/ It's a secret....
Talents: I’m a really good swimmer. Uncle says I’m a good fisher, but I don’t like fishing.
Dream house: I’m gonna live in that big castle by where mommy and daddy live.
Dream job: I want to be a Zora princess when I grow up. Then I can swim all the time and catch fish with my teeth. And live in a big castle.
4. Do you have any favorite characters so far? Player characters, NPCs, whatever? (Try not to pick your own character, you narcissistic punks!) Provide a brief explanation as to why you like them so much.
Since I’m the GM, I think it’s best I don’t pick favorites. Not openly at least.
5. What are your predictions for the story thus far? Any comments, concerns, or things you’re hoping to see?
Lulz
“Hm,” Lethe glanced over Frore, mildly amused to see his new appearance (or rather—her new appearance). She’d had yet to use the stone on anyone other than herself since it first came into her possession. Frore very well could have died for all she knew. …But how important could a Chilfos be to the Goddess Farore’s plan? She was basically just a vessel for that shady looking Twili anyway, right?
She frowned as Frore struggled to pronounce Cain’s name. “Oh, what’s that big egocentric shadow ever done for you?” she objected, “If you want a name worth saying try ‘Lethe’— L-ee-th. There! See? You’re making progress already.
“Now all you gotta do is tell people to go meet up at the Shadow Temple. Go. To. Temple. Got it?” Lethe’s enunciation lesson was cut short as the graveyard gate—which she didn’t remember ever being there before—was suddenly wretched open.
“Show yourself, and I might give you a fair fight!”
Who… was he talking to? Lethe stared as he shouted from the graveyard’s entrance and drew his sword. Vei burst out laughing, obviously finding the whole thing hilarious. Lethe, on the other hand, was utterly perplexed…. The pool of living shadow that was Cain quickly answered her question, however. Was alarming people from within their own shadow something he considered fun, she wondered? Well… admittedly, it was a bit funny. If she ever decided to use the ring to turn herself into a Twili she might be tempted to do the same thing….
Nonetheless, while she was happy to have found yet another person she was looking for—and so quickly, at that—there were many more left to find and she had little time to waste. “You three start looking. Do whatever it takes to get them there. Be persistent, alright? Don’t take no for an answer!”
Lethe began to close the distance between Izzaz and her group’s secluded corner, “I’ll take care of our newest colleague here.”
The crinkling of wax paper accompanied Felicia’s tentative footsteps as she maneuvered through the crowd, a fresh caramel apple cradled in her hands like a baby bird or priceless piece of china. The smooth, glossy coat of caramel enticed her so, yet she’d filled herself up on honey barbequed pork on a stick and corn on the cob. As she made her way towards the direction of the windmill, the sound of an eerily familiar voice accompanied by the twanging of a lute caught her attention. She craned her neck in the direction of the sound and, lo and behold….
Uh--! Felicia started to turn, preparing to run, but stopped-- instead observing the crazy man from earlier as he sang his song about the Hero of Time to a young red-headed girl. It didn’t sound like a rap, but more of a simple song—a fairly pleasant song at that.
She chewed her lip pensively. Perhaps she’d misjudged him before? Maybe he was just a really overly enthusiastic musician selling his wares to try and get by? Maybe he was—
She grimaced and released a sigh as the man suddenly reverted back to his rap-style dialect. Then again, maybe not…. Maybe her first impression of the masked man had been spot on.
He turned to set up some of his wares and she quickly spun around on her heel, hoping he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her. I better hurry and finish this, she mentally reminded herself, trying to get her mind off it. Besides, she had enough to worry about….
She frowned as Frore struggled to pronounce Cain’s name. “Oh, what’s that big egocentric shadow ever done for you?” she objected, “If you want a name worth saying try ‘Lethe’— L-ee-th. There! See? You’re making progress already.
“Now all you gotta do is tell people to go meet up at the Shadow Temple. Go. To. Temple. Got it?” Lethe’s enunciation lesson was cut short as the graveyard gate—which she didn’t remember ever being there before—was suddenly wretched open.
“Show yourself, and I might give you a fair fight!”
Who… was he talking to? Lethe stared as he shouted from the graveyard’s entrance and drew his sword. Vei burst out laughing, obviously finding the whole thing hilarious. Lethe, on the other hand, was utterly perplexed…. The pool of living shadow that was Cain quickly answered her question, however. Was alarming people from within their own shadow something he considered fun, she wondered? Well… admittedly, it was a bit funny. If she ever decided to use the ring to turn herself into a Twili she might be tempted to do the same thing….
Nonetheless, while she was happy to have found yet another person she was looking for—and so quickly, at that—there were many more left to find and she had little time to waste. “You three start looking. Do whatever it takes to get them there. Be persistent, alright? Don’t take no for an answer!”
Lethe began to close the distance between Izzaz and her group’s secluded corner, “I’ll take care of our newest colleague here.”
The crinkling of wax paper accompanied Felicia’s tentative footsteps as she maneuvered through the crowd, a fresh caramel apple cradled in her hands like a baby bird or priceless piece of china. The smooth, glossy coat of caramel enticed her so, yet she’d filled herself up on honey barbequed pork on a stick and corn on the cob. As she made her way towards the direction of the windmill, the sound of an eerily familiar voice accompanied by the twanging of a lute caught her attention. She craned her neck in the direction of the sound and, lo and behold….
Uh--! Felicia started to turn, preparing to run, but stopped-- instead observing the crazy man from earlier as he sang his song about the Hero of Time to a young red-headed girl. It didn’t sound like a rap, but more of a simple song—a fairly pleasant song at that.
She chewed her lip pensively. Perhaps she’d misjudged him before? Maybe he was just a really overly enthusiastic musician selling his wares to try and get by? Maybe he was—
She grimaced and released a sigh as the man suddenly reverted back to his rap-style dialect. Then again, maybe not…. Maybe her first impression of the masked man had been spot on.
He turned to set up some of his wares and she quickly spun around on her heel, hoping he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her. I better hurry and finish this, she mentally reminded herself, trying to get her mind off it. Besides, she had enough to worry about….
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