Izaka Sazaka

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

I too am interested, regale us with this tale~

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Twinklemoon said
I did not forget about anyone in my post. I wrote a summary and I wrote it down as it came. If it can make you feel better, Izaka was not mentioned either. :P

-Sad Panda face.-

Living the Dream

A whole host of new information hit the boy like a brick wall: the suffocating heat, the beating wind. What was this, some kind of strange dream? His landing was not the most graceful, loose dirt knocking him from his feet as he tried to right himself. Before he could react, that strange cat thing had transformed and positioned herself on top of him, the two lying completely still. The reasoning, however, became apparent soon enough as a massive creature just barely missed their position with its foot, a large cart following afterward which surely would have taken off his head, had not the cat-girl been there to save him. With the moment of danger passed, Christopher was barely given time enough to think before being hauled off towards a nearby cave, body pressed firmly against one of the side-walls.

Again their bodies were practically inches apart, but by now the boy had registered the situation as being somewhat serious. Her hand eclipsed his mouth and, at least for the time being, he complied with silence, arching a singular brow at her as she motioned with her finger to stay quiet. What was the point? This whole thing was a dream anyway, why the stealth and subterfuge. “RUBY!” Christopher watched as the mysterious girl, Ruby, heeded the call, disappearing from the cave into the open expanse of the outer pit. Deciding it wouldn't do much harm to take a little peek, Christopher inched his way over to the cave mouth, remaining in the shadows as he tried his best to get a glimpse of the area.

Below, in the pit, multivarious races worked endlessly pulling up stones, minerals, and other materials, laboring as they were drawn to carts or buggies. The heat of the mid-day sun beat down upon them and, even from his position in the cave, Christopher could feel the heat of the sun. How strange that was, to feel things like heat in a dream? Still, he'd had stranger things happen in the past, perhaps that wasn't so weird?

Dark Intentions (Angelfowl/Izaka)

"What do you say? I will help where I can. I fight better than you would think." The shadow figure let out a gleeful chuckle, delighting in his coercion. When Ganon was stopped the whole kingdom would be his to command! Then he'd have the princess all to himself, he just had to make sure she didn't double cross him. In a mocking tone the shade made his reply, right arm sweeping wide as he brought himself into a low, low bow. "Why, t'would be an honor to have mi'lady accompany." The sarcasm evident was proof enough. It wasn't that he doubted her skills or her usefulness, no, he simply didn't like the possibility of being banished in his sleep. Rising from his bow, the shadow smiled. "Well then, since I'm your new hero, I suppose a new name is in order. I am no longer Dark Link, call me Nova."

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What supplies that were required for their journey were requisitioned with all due speed, after all they were racing against the clock. The seven sorcerers had established themselves in those places in which magic flowed most freely and the most damage could be done against Ganon's seal. They'd each set up their respective bases in the homes of the Sages, the seven temples. Some had fought against them, some were still fighting; the land of Hyrule was vast and its people varied, not all had rolled over for the magical invasion. In the west the Gerudo tribes held their ground at the spirit temple, in the north the Gorons fended off Death Mountain. Frozen as they were in the domain the Zoras were unable to protect the temple of water and it, along with the rest of the temples, had fallen under the hands of evil.

Nova opened his eyes slowly, withdrawing his psychic presence from the realm, his survey complete. He'd informed the princess of these things previously, she knew there situation. In addition to their supplies of food and water, a single horse had been given to the two, the rest deployed along with the Hylian knights to Kakariko to try and hold off the monsters. As for Zelda and Nova, their first target was the Forest Temple, still under the protection of the Deku Tree. While the temple had been lost, the forest still remained free of monsters and their relief of the tree would greatly strengthen their cause. Turning to face the princess, the shade motioned with his hand, urging her haste. "It's time to depart, lets get under way." In a single, fluid motion the darkling mounted, hand extended out to the princess to help her on as well. They were burning day-light as it was.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Negativeapex said
Don't forget Izaka! He has not posted the noob.

The noob has been posted.

Concurrent Roleplays

I feel this is a very interesting idea, though in practice highly impractical. The job of the GM, if done correctly, already requires a large amount of forward planning as to the events of the party and the shaping of individual characters. Adding the level of depth to the world required for successful synchronization (i.e. those little details that make it feel real) only complicates matters further. By no means do I think this is impossible, but it would take one hell of a GM with tons of free-time to organize, plan, moderate, expand, and synchronize.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Galen Gallatin



Age: 34

Gender: Male

Nationality: Cabadra

Personality: Lazy, eccentric, and not particularly physically powerful, Galen is a combination of things that would seem to spell death to any experienced adventurer. However, he is a number of other things as well; politically intelligent and gifted with a silver tongue the man is capable of talking himself out of practically any situation. This somewhat a-linear approach to problem solving, however, fits in great with his laid-back personality as he is more than willing to trick others into doing his share of the work.

Equipment
Robe of Lords
Novus Grimoire
Obsidian Grimoire
Feather Wand
Steel Sword

Background
The second son of the rich count of Urik, Galen, despite being a noble, was set to inherit none of his father's extensive estate and therefore was left to pursue other means of personal financial viability. In his childhood, Galen had an extensive and thorough education, tutored by masters in just about every subject under the sun. Academia cracked open easily at his nimble prodding and revealed to the boy its many vast secrets, including some rather well-kept knowledge concerning the practice of mystic arts.

Primarily known as a public speaker and orator, upon reaching adulthood Galen sought out a living as a sage of sorts, residing in taverns and other places were low-lifes were want to frequent, plying his trade as an information broker for profit and prestige. In addition to this trade, he worked as a sort of make-shift alchemist on the side, having no formal training, but still selling powerful tinctures of unknown effectiveness. During this time, however, he also developed, in addition to his street smarts, a rather crippling addiction to the past-time of gambling in all its various forms. An avid player of dice and cards Galen lost just as much as he earned in games of chance, being known far and wide for his bad luck in all such endeavors.

Hearing of a party setting out for ancient treasure, the sage seeks to join them with the intention of brokering information, willing to risk his livelihood for the chance at the infinite riches denied him in his birthright.

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Izaka Sazaka



Age: 42

Gender: Male

Nationality: Zeteth

Personality: Somewhat stand-offish when first met, the man is all about professionalism and efficiency. At times this hinders him, as he approaches almost all of his problems with a willingness to sacrifice others. At the end of the day, he extends little empathy to others beyond their usefulness to him and the mission. The world these days doesn't move without gold lining the hands of everyone involved and after his impoverished past, Izaka is more than willing to bloody his hands for a piece of that shiny, shiny action.

Equipment
Ozonian Light Armor
One-handed Axe
One-handed Sword
Throwing Knives

Background
The poor son of a miner and a town whore, Izaka's life didn't have the most noble of beginnings. For most of his childhood the bleak prospect of a life in Zeteth's incredibly deadly mines and a premature burial before the age of 30 were the only things that awaited. Instead, the boy became pro-active and spent his youth, at least what time he had not assisting his father, speaking with local traders and armed escorts, learning from mercenaries who were egotistical enough to indulge a couple of querries about their nomadic and dangerous lifestyle.

When it finally came time for Izaka to begin bringing in money, instead of joining the mines he chose a different path, becoming a member of the town guard. While the life expectancy of a guardsman wasn't much higher than that of a miner, the boy, then teen's skills saw him through his first couple of years of service warding off bandits and protecting caravans and as always his skills continued to increase. However, these at least somewhat happy years were not to last and as the teen grew into a man, the death of his father weighted heavily on his shoulders. Freed of the burden of caring for his parent, he opted to leave on the first convoy out of the town, setting his sights on greater prizes.

For the next couple of years Izaka's time was spent roaming the land as a mercenary and, occasionally, an assassin. Although a little rough around the edges, his extremely serious demeanor was usually the deciding factor in him getting the nod for assignments and over time he acquired a reputation for ruthless efficiency. He was the sort of man employers called when they needed a little dirty work done, he was the kind of man they called when they valued their objective over the deaths of twenty or more subordinates. Izaka was never popular in his field of work, but at the very least he was respected by others in his profession.

Upon hearing the call for seasoned adventurers, Izaka answered in kind but was late to the departure of the party and thereby delayed in meeting up with them. However, when he did rendezvous his usefulness was immediately discovered and he became an important, if somewhat aloof member of their little entourage.

Note
I've ret-conned this character a little bit, the most notable aspect is making him a little older. I think the new age matches his back story better, as it makes his previous experience more believable.

Eastern Clans (The story continues)

Negativeapex said
Don't forget Izaka! He has not posted the noob.

Posting mine right now.

Living the Dream

Slowly, very slowly, Chris cracked open a single eyes to try and take in his darkened surroundings. From where he lay he couldn't make out a thing, this place he now rested in, it was nothing more than a swirling cesspool of darkness. Rising up, the boy's hand was instantly pressed to the side of his head, seeking relief from the budding head-ache that plagued his senses, all that while that ominous voice kept speaking to him. “Chris? Chris! Open your eyes Christopher!” Rising to his feet, the boy's hands feel down against his sides, pausing to again take in his rather disheartening surroundings. The entire experience was a little surreal and when he peered downward a twinge of terror consumed his heart, how was he standing on something like this? Would the darkness hold or would it consume him as soon as he tried to take even a single step further?

“Hurry! There isn’t much time!”

The boy's attention shifted and for the first time he beheld the figure of the black cat, chocolate hues narrowing in suspicion at the prospect of listening to such a creature. What exactly was going on? Where in the world was he? Pain again flashed against the edges of his mind. The answer, it seemed, would not be so easily found. He was left with only one choice then and as the mysterious feline departed the boy gave chase, keeping up as best he could. Then, along the distant horizon he spotted a speck of light, a speck which only seemed to grow larger with each passing second. The shape of a door emerged and as the boy approached he slowed his pace. A long white nothingness awaited beyond the door's entryway, from his perception no better than the darkness which he now inhabited. There was a moment of hesitancy, he was leaving this place which at least now was somewhat familiar with him for the complete unknown. . . at leas this time it would be by active choice. Throwing caution to the wind, Chris gritted his teeth, prepared for the worst as he dashed forward, passing through the doorway to the white abyss which awaited.