At a loss, Felicia had taken to staring at her caramel apple for answers again. She looked up as the man’s voice addressed her. It was one of the Shiekah she’d seen earlier.
“Oh… uhm,” she bit her lip and closed her hands around the apple, subtly moving it to her far hand and dropping her arms in an attempt to hide it from his view.
“I’m… conflicted is all,” she said, her voice quiet and just barely audible over the other voices as everyone tried to work out what this was all about amongst themselves. She attempted a smile that was almost as obviously unused as Zeph’s.
“I’m afraid there’s been a mistake,” Felicia hesitantly motioned to her longsword, “I carry around this thing, but I’m hardly skilled with it. I’m nothing but a fishing fishmonger and my hands are full enough as it is trying to keep my rental business afloat. Hylia Village is going down the drain. And with the fish shortage—“ She stopped herself, realizing she didn’t want to be divulging so much. He was a total stranger after all.
“I’m not cut out for this,” she sighed, scratching her arm again for the umpteenth time, “Even if it is true, they obviously got me mixed up with somebody else. But that’s beside the point….” Her eyes sifted through the crowd for the two young girls she’d seen earlier.
“I know Link was but a child when he was called to save Hyrule, but… I’m concerned for them. If either of those two decide to go along with all this… so will I,” she concluded.
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Sorry for the lateness you guys. This should give you all plenty to post about though.
Now that everyone's gathered together (at least for now), I feel I should probably let you all know that posting order is going to be very important. Give everyone the opportunity to post AT LEAST once before you do. These next several posts will determine the official posting order.
As always, nothing is set in stone, however. If a situation occurs where you would REALLY like to get a word in before it's your turn, just say so in the OOC and get clearance from everybody first.
Now that everyone's gathered together (at least for now), I feel I should probably let you all know that posting order is going to be very important. Give everyone the opportunity to post AT LEAST once before you do. These next several posts will determine the official posting order.
As always, nothing is set in stone, however. If a situation occurs where you would REALLY like to get a word in before it's your turn, just say so in the OOC and get clearance from everybody first.
An assortment of folks trickled into the graveyard behind Lethe—filing in on either side like a stream being split on a rock. Some walked with apprehensive meekness while others seemed to look everyone over with the brazen pomposity one would expect from someone that’s just been told some great force chose them to save the world. Zora, hylian, and goron alike—everyone was given little time to take a close look at all the new comers Lethe had brought with her since she wasted no time in barking orders.
“I see the Shadow Temple has been up to it’s usual trickery—thus why you’re all huddled up in the graveyard’s center, I assume? If your meager minds are able, I must ask that you all make your way there. That’s where I’m going. Don’t expect me to shout so you can hear me. My lungs are only so big, you know.”
She promptly zipped through the crowd towards the temple’s entrance, ignoring anyone’s further remarks or comments until she up against the steep wall. She paused just long enough to whisper something to Frore. “I’ll be taking my ring back after this. For now I think it’d be best if you stayed that way. Wouldn’t want to send anyone running just yet, you know? Or worse-- calling the guards here." She shot a glance at the hulking eight foot Dark Nut. It was a downright MIRACLE he managed to waltz straight through town and into the graveyard unnoticed. But there simply wasn't any time to address all that now.
Last to enter was Nil and Yolanda. After an adventurous little walk, during which Yolanda ranted about her favorite festival performers (all of which were male), they finally arrived at the graveyard. As Nil saw the eccentric assemblage awaiting them, Yolanda quickly wrapped her arm tightly around his and smiled apologetically.
“Alright, honey—I lied. Yes, this isn’t my family. But if you’ll stay and listen to that little fairy over there I’ll still give you what I promised you, deal? That’s all you gotta do is listen, alright? Easy money!”
Lethe hovered expectantly as everyone somewhat reluctantly gathered near. "It's nice to see some people know how to follow directions," she muttered curtly, referring to Griz. The Shadow Temple loomed behind her. Her eyes scanned the graveyard-- searching for a particular someone that wasn't supposed to be there. Finding no such person and with everyone more or less gathered around, she took a breath.
"I know you all probably have a lot of questions, but let me do my best to first explain or else this is going to become downright chaotic….
“Most of you already know my name by now, but, for clarity’s sake, I am Lethe.
"There have been rumors circulating these past few months-- rumors that the King of Darkness will soon return to the land of Hyrule and that he will seek revenge for his imprisonment. Suffering will flood the land with pain and sorrow. Talk of the Hero of Time has also been stirring. They say he is on his way to vanquish the Evil King.
"I am here to tell you that Ganondorf is coming-- but the Hero of Time is not.
"The fall of Hyrule is nigh and we few have been chosen to stand in the Hero’s place. Without us, all life will cease. Whether or not you think yourself qualified is irrelevant. The Goddess has chosen each of you for whatever reason and your decision to take on this task will be crucial in determining the fate of us all. I've been chosen by the Goddess Farore to guide you on this vital quest. Destiny has brought us all to this graveyard at this moment in time. Everyone here was meant to be here. It is part of Her great design. History is being written as we speak.
"I’m not going to lie to you. This will be a dangerous undertaking and I cannot promise your survival. The choice is, as always, yours. ”
After a second’s pause, signaling that she had finished, a young hylian woman with long, chocolate brown hair, a large sun hat, and an orange tunic, stepped forward, flanked by two cronies—a large woman in gleaming silver armor and a hooded lady in a dark purple robe.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said loudly, “Hold on a tic.” She put her hands on her hips and smirked, “You don’t really think me and my companions are that daft, do you? Taking advantage of all these rumors like that, though—and the creepy whispering at night thing? I’ve got to hand it to you little fairies—it’s a great con. I almost wish I’d have thought it up myself.”
Lethe remained uncharacteristically silent.
“Thanks for the total waste of time and all, but I think I’ll take my chances with the ‘flood of pain and sorrow’. I know these voices have probably been your doing, so let it be known that if I catch any of you little pests whispering in my ear at night, I’ll bottle you up and sell you to the most ruthless atheist scientist I can find.”
She motioned for her cronies to leave and promptly cut through the crowd. The armored woman shouldered Felicia as she passed. Felicia was too shocked to move, however. She simply stood in place and waited. What would everyone do? …what would she do? Was it all true? Was Ganondorf returning? And it was up to her to save everyone? Or was it really just a trick like the mercenary said? Were the fairies collectively conning everyone? But what for? They had no use for money. And according to all the legends, they were some of the oldest beings in Hyrule—ancient and even, to some, sacred. What reason would Lethe have to lie?
These thoughts weighed heavily on her mind as the fairy quietly watched them leave, waiting for further questions.
“I see the Shadow Temple has been up to it’s usual trickery—thus why you’re all huddled up in the graveyard’s center, I assume? If your meager minds are able, I must ask that you all make your way there. That’s where I’m going. Don’t expect me to shout so you can hear me. My lungs are only so big, you know.”
She promptly zipped through the crowd towards the temple’s entrance, ignoring anyone’s further remarks or comments until she up against the steep wall. She paused just long enough to whisper something to Frore. “I’ll be taking my ring back after this. For now I think it’d be best if you stayed that way. Wouldn’t want to send anyone running just yet, you know? Or worse-- calling the guards here." She shot a glance at the hulking eight foot Dark Nut. It was a downright MIRACLE he managed to waltz straight through town and into the graveyard unnoticed. But there simply wasn't any time to address all that now.
Last to enter was Nil and Yolanda. After an adventurous little walk, during which Yolanda ranted about her favorite festival performers (all of which were male), they finally arrived at the graveyard. As Nil saw the eccentric assemblage awaiting them, Yolanda quickly wrapped her arm tightly around his and smiled apologetically.
“Alright, honey—I lied. Yes, this isn’t my family. But if you’ll stay and listen to that little fairy over there I’ll still give you what I promised you, deal? That’s all you gotta do is listen, alright? Easy money!”
Lethe hovered expectantly as everyone somewhat reluctantly gathered near. "It's nice to see some people know how to follow directions," she muttered curtly, referring to Griz. The Shadow Temple loomed behind her. Her eyes scanned the graveyard-- searching for a particular someone that wasn't supposed to be there. Finding no such person and with everyone more or less gathered around, she took a breath.
"I know you all probably have a lot of questions, but let me do my best to first explain or else this is going to become downright chaotic….
“Most of you already know my name by now, but, for clarity’s sake, I am Lethe.
"There have been rumors circulating these past few months-- rumors that the King of Darkness will soon return to the land of Hyrule and that he will seek revenge for his imprisonment. Suffering will flood the land with pain and sorrow. Talk of the Hero of Time has also been stirring. They say he is on his way to vanquish the Evil King.
"I am here to tell you that Ganondorf is coming-- but the Hero of Time is not.
"The fall of Hyrule is nigh and we few have been chosen to stand in the Hero’s place. Without us, all life will cease. Whether or not you think yourself qualified is irrelevant. The Goddess has chosen each of you for whatever reason and your decision to take on this task will be crucial in determining the fate of us all. I've been chosen by the Goddess Farore to guide you on this vital quest. Destiny has brought us all to this graveyard at this moment in time. Everyone here was meant to be here. It is part of Her great design. History is being written as we speak.
"I’m not going to lie to you. This will be a dangerous undertaking and I cannot promise your survival. The choice is, as always, yours. ”
After a second’s pause, signaling that she had finished, a young hylian woman with long, chocolate brown hair, a large sun hat, and an orange tunic, stepped forward, flanked by two cronies—a large woman in gleaming silver armor and a hooded lady in a dark purple robe.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said loudly, “Hold on a tic.” She put her hands on her hips and smirked, “You don’t really think me and my companions are that daft, do you? Taking advantage of all these rumors like that, though—and the creepy whispering at night thing? I’ve got to hand it to you little fairies—it’s a great con. I almost wish I’d have thought it up myself.”
Lethe remained uncharacteristically silent.
“Thanks for the total waste of time and all, but I think I’ll take my chances with the ‘flood of pain and sorrow’. I know these voices have probably been your doing, so let it be known that if I catch any of you little pests whispering in my ear at night, I’ll bottle you up and sell you to the most ruthless atheist scientist I can find.”
She motioned for her cronies to leave and promptly cut through the crowd. The armored woman shouldered Felicia as she passed. Felicia was too shocked to move, however. She simply stood in place and waited. What would everyone do? …what would she do? Was it all true? Was Ganondorf returning? And it was up to her to save everyone? Or was it really just a trick like the mercenary said? Were the fairies collectively conning everyone? But what for? They had no use for money. And according to all the legends, they were some of the oldest beings in Hyrule—ancient and even, to some, sacred. What reason would Lethe have to lie?
These thoughts weighed heavily on her mind as the fairy quietly watched them leave, waiting for further questions.
We're always open! For now at least.
Good Lord... it's Caboose! From the olden days!
Alright, well Heilix says he's out via family issues, school, and a 'loss of inspiration'. (Perhaps it's contagious) I'll write them out and such later. Part 2 of my post will be up tonight for sure, however. To those of you who are capable of perseverance, even in the face of the dreaded beast known as Real Life Obligations, hold onto your hats. Lethe's about to d-d-d-drop the bass~
WUB WOMP
BOWOWOWOW CHHHHH
WUB WUB CHDACHDACHDACHDA
Also ( just as a heads up) I'll be gone all next weekend. Moving across the country and such. Fun times. Coincidentally, that's the reason why Jenno's been absent as of late. Moving biz and all that.
Alright, well Heilix says he's out via family issues, school, and a 'loss of inspiration'. (Perhaps it's contagious) I'll write them out and such later. Part 2 of my post will be up tonight for sure, however. To those of you who are capable of perseverance, even in the face of the dreaded beast known as Real Life Obligations, hold onto your hats. Lethe's about to d-d-d-drop the bass~
WUB WOMP
BOWOWOWOW CHHHHH
WUB WUB CHDACHDACHDACHDA
Also ( just as a heads up) I'll be gone all next weekend. Moving across the country and such. Fun times. Coincidentally, that's the reason why Jenno's been absent as of late. Moving biz and all that.
Ah, beans. Say it isn't so. :( We're just gettin to the meaty part.
That being said, sorry Lethe's appearance is so sparse here. I'll add more soon. In the meantime, feel free to post-- just note that the cut-off is here. So don't ask Lethe anything just yet.
That being said, sorry Lethe's appearance is so sparse here. I'll add more soon. In the meantime, feel free to post-- just note that the cut-off is here. So don't ask Lethe anything just yet.
“...So shut your filthy hole before I find my fist filling it and crushing your larynx so we can all be spared of your groveling.”
The aggressive scolding Jira received from the armor-clad gentleman, whose voice surged with overwhelming condescension, left Felicia all the more red faced and distant. Although she was all for escaping the Rain Spider’s intimate limelight, she felt compelled to feel sympathy for the man. Whether it was sympathy truly deserved, she didn’t have enough time o give it much though before she bit her lip and gave him an empathetic sideways glance.
As everyone spoke, Griz made a beeline for the back of the graveyard, sparing everyone a simple glance before doing so. Whatever observations that they made, if any, were kept well-hidden behind their stoic one-eyed gaze.
“So we all heard some form of magic that a fairy used to lure us into spending an unpleasant morning amongst people that would be better suited for cleaning a privy than being called to some higher purpose,” the gentleman continued without pause, “If someone has something to volunteer that would illuminate why I should waste any more of my time waiting on the whims of a shrieking, glorified moth, please do so. A shrieking, glorified bat that I would like to point out sees fit to throw infants into some presumed crucible, probably as a sacrifice to your damnable goddesses. None of you thought that strange or worth speaking against? It’s no wonder this culture is rotting. You think infants are as competent as adults.”
Maryev rumbled, looking at each person in turn. “You are all disgusting.”
Felicia flinched—so she wasn’t alone in her concerns for the children. That was good to hear, although she hadn’t been expecting it from the likes of him. Even more unexpected was the small child that boldly stepped forward to face the brute.
"Mister, I was probably a walking corpse even before you were born so stop being a- a- a meanie know-it-all!" she shouted.
Felicia wasn’t sure what the masked child meant by ‘undead’, so she dismissed it. It was strange—the child seemed to be wearing an odd sort of mask beneath their other mask. Perhaps this mask was meant to be more intimidating? (Not being well traveled and never having had a reason to visit a place as dangerous as the Lost Woods, Felicia had no idea what a Skull Kid was.) If the brute was upset by the child’s name-calling, he wasn’t given much of a chance to express himself. The child kept talking and what she said next seemed to render everyone silent— but was it a hasty assumption or a shocking revelation?
Killing? …killing?! Felicia felt a bit sick.
"Let's try and stay calm, keep our heads until this fairy addresses us. And who says we're here to kill something? I for one don't plan on going on a war march," the girl's presumed father said, stepping forward. Felicia was grateful for the voice of reason. Right of the bat, she noted that the blacksmith was probably one of the more “normal” ones. The next voice caught her off guard and she realized the shape she’d seen at the back of the graveyard was in fact a person in a cloak.
"While killing each other before she arrives would give me an answer to my question, I would rather hear what is happening in the big picture before the blood starts to fall. Does anyone have any issue with waiting?" the figure finished with an eery sounding creak to his movements as he approached the group.
Yeah. Kinda, Felicia answered in her head. Killing and bloodshed… is this normally what people thought of under such circumstances? She was still holding tight to her anonymous lottery idea (in spite of all sense and reason).
“None at all,” Cain replied, “I'd hate for us to tear each other into pieces before we learn why we're here. It would be so...anticlimatic.”
Speaking of anticlimactic, Felicia’s attention drifted to the graveyard’s entrance once again. Behind the two friends that had entered a few moments prior, a hulking figure appeared—lumbering up that path at a shocking height. He had to be at least eight feet tall. The armor he wore vaguely resembled that of the brutish gentleman that had snapped at Jira, but he clearly wasn’t human. He couldn’t be, could he? Someone-- or something-- that tall. Surely someone would have noticed? Perhaps it was just a costume?
Felicia’s hopeful rulings were dashed as the being unsheathed its massive sword. It glanced across the graveyard—not doubt mulling over the purpose of their odd assembly.
"So, I'm not the only one that heard voices in the night then? Or is this a party of some sort?" he said—rather anticlimactically considering Felicia was expecting him to start mercilessly hacking at folks. His statement perplexed her. He couldn’t have possibly over heard them all talking just now? Were they talking too loud or did this beast of a man have super powered hearing?
Cain instantly took initiative and addressed him. “Very perceptive of you! Except your second guess, which is fairly inane. Regardless, welcome to the club. We are waiting for the arrival of a sprite called Lethe, who will give us further instruction.”
"Fascinating,” the giant said, “That either means we're all insane or destined for greatness." Felicia continued to stare as the giant extended it’s hand to the corporeal form of Cain, as if awaiting a handshake. Before any such exchange could take place, however, a familiar sound drew the attention to the graveyard’s entrance once again….
“A Sprite?” Lethe’s voice, preceded by her customary “sparkly fairy sound”, sounded a ways behind Epicorn. The small indigo-white orb with wings hovered beneath the graveyard gate.
“How vile—to be compared to those impish degenerates.”
[part 2 on it's way...]
The aggressive scolding Jira received from the armor-clad gentleman, whose voice surged with overwhelming condescension, left Felicia all the more red faced and distant. Although she was all for escaping the Rain Spider’s intimate limelight, she felt compelled to feel sympathy for the man. Whether it was sympathy truly deserved, she didn’t have enough time o give it much though before she bit her lip and gave him an empathetic sideways glance.
As everyone spoke, Griz made a beeline for the back of the graveyard, sparing everyone a simple glance before doing so. Whatever observations that they made, if any, were kept well-hidden behind their stoic one-eyed gaze.
“So we all heard some form of magic that a fairy used to lure us into spending an unpleasant morning amongst people that would be better suited for cleaning a privy than being called to some higher purpose,” the gentleman continued without pause, “If someone has something to volunteer that would illuminate why I should waste any more of my time waiting on the whims of a shrieking, glorified moth, please do so. A shrieking, glorified bat that I would like to point out sees fit to throw infants into some presumed crucible, probably as a sacrifice to your damnable goddesses. None of you thought that strange or worth speaking against? It’s no wonder this culture is rotting. You think infants are as competent as adults.”
Maryev rumbled, looking at each person in turn. “You are all disgusting.”
Felicia flinched—so she wasn’t alone in her concerns for the children. That was good to hear, although she hadn’t been expecting it from the likes of him. Even more unexpected was the small child that boldly stepped forward to face the brute.
"Mister, I was probably a walking corpse even before you were born so stop being a- a- a meanie know-it-all!" she shouted.
Felicia wasn’t sure what the masked child meant by ‘undead’, so she dismissed it. It was strange—the child seemed to be wearing an odd sort of mask beneath their other mask. Perhaps this mask was meant to be more intimidating? (Not being well traveled and never having had a reason to visit a place as dangerous as the Lost Woods, Felicia had no idea what a Skull Kid was.) If the brute was upset by the child’s name-calling, he wasn’t given much of a chance to express himself. The child kept talking and what she said next seemed to render everyone silent— but was it a hasty assumption or a shocking revelation?
Killing? …killing?! Felicia felt a bit sick.
"Let's try and stay calm, keep our heads until this fairy addresses us. And who says we're here to kill something? I for one don't plan on going on a war march," the girl's presumed father said, stepping forward. Felicia was grateful for the voice of reason. Right of the bat, she noted that the blacksmith was probably one of the more “normal” ones. The next voice caught her off guard and she realized the shape she’d seen at the back of the graveyard was in fact a person in a cloak.
"While killing each other before she arrives would give me an answer to my question, I would rather hear what is happening in the big picture before the blood starts to fall. Does anyone have any issue with waiting?" the figure finished with an eery sounding creak to his movements as he approached the group.
Yeah. Kinda, Felicia answered in her head. Killing and bloodshed… is this normally what people thought of under such circumstances? She was still holding tight to her anonymous lottery idea (in spite of all sense and reason).
“None at all,” Cain replied, “I'd hate for us to tear each other into pieces before we learn why we're here. It would be so...anticlimatic.”
Speaking of anticlimactic, Felicia’s attention drifted to the graveyard’s entrance once again. Behind the two friends that had entered a few moments prior, a hulking figure appeared—lumbering up that path at a shocking height. He had to be at least eight feet tall. The armor he wore vaguely resembled that of the brutish gentleman that had snapped at Jira, but he clearly wasn’t human. He couldn’t be, could he? Someone-- or something-- that tall. Surely someone would have noticed? Perhaps it was just a costume?
Felicia’s hopeful rulings were dashed as the being unsheathed its massive sword. It glanced across the graveyard—not doubt mulling over the purpose of their odd assembly.
"So, I'm not the only one that heard voices in the night then? Or is this a party of some sort?" he said—rather anticlimactically considering Felicia was expecting him to start mercilessly hacking at folks. His statement perplexed her. He couldn’t have possibly over heard them all talking just now? Were they talking too loud or did this beast of a man have super powered hearing?
Cain instantly took initiative and addressed him. “Very perceptive of you! Except your second guess, which is fairly inane. Regardless, welcome to the club. We are waiting for the arrival of a sprite called Lethe, who will give us further instruction.”
"Fascinating,” the giant said, “That either means we're all insane or destined for greatness." Felicia continued to stare as the giant extended it’s hand to the corporeal form of Cain, as if awaiting a handshake. Before any such exchange could take place, however, a familiar sound drew the attention to the graveyard’s entrance once again….
“A Sprite?” Lethe’s voice, preceded by her customary “sparkly fairy sound”, sounded a ways behind Epicorn. The small indigo-white orb with wings hovered beneath the graveyard gate.
“How vile—to be compared to those impish degenerates.”
[part 2 on it's way...]
Alright. No problem, bro. Thanks for telling us. Best Wishes~
Can't get the post up today-- sorry, guys.
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