Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers (This one's done. Go to The Horde of Evil instead)

Dagnabbit!

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

For a brief moment, Midna closed her eyes to put her thoughts in order. This was no time to lose oneself. When her eyes reopened, she perused the wavy hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears of the young man standing before her with their scarlet irises. <i>Enough childish shyness. This 'hero' is my foe.</i>

The Twilight Princess kept her face even as she replied. “Of course not. I would not expect a warrior to understand the intricacies that necessitate a new rule. You mention the legends that I too have read, the recurring cycle of the kingdom falling to darkness and the hero saving it.” Her heartbeat was beginning to speed up. Her breathing was steady, but only because she forced it; why was he having this effect on her? She dearly hoped her suspicions were incorrect. “In-in the end, those legends all ended more or less happily, but only after the land was savaged was it saved. My en-end goal is to break the cycle by becoming the ruler of Hyrule, one with the power to oppose the demon king. That is what is best.”

As she said this, she made herself look away from Link's sky-blue eyes. Her gaze happened to fall on the swarthy warrior that had pledged himself to her cause, and something in her brain clicked. Her mouth fell open as she realized that she was looking at none other than Ganondorf himself. It could be no other; he had the obvious strength, the flame-orange hair, the dark clothing and complexion...how had she not noticed this before? Her mind raced to figure out what action to take, but she found her focus shattered by a flurry of conflicting emotions. One of them distressed her deeply, and it was fear. One question arose from the tumult: where was Zant?

After a few awkward, silent moments, she composed herself and came to a conclusion. Her melodic voice sang out, loud and clear. “If any of you doubt that I have the power to protect and serve this kingdom, now is the time to quarrel with me.” The Happy Mask Salesman had been totally forgotten by now. Midna's eyes bored into Zelda's. “I will gladly take on you, Princess, or you, Hero of Time, or even you, my Gerudo compatriot, in a sportsmanlike duel. Not very ladylike of me, I know, but Hyrule needs a strong ruler, and I must show that I have that strength.”

The Phantom Zant stationed nearby flickered and disappeared. Time was short.

That's Weird

Not really.

ravenDivinity said
Is that... Agni?

Pre-rework Agni, yep. I like his new design more but for some reason I haven't changed it.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Beer. No matter how hard Kaghad tried, he could never say 'no' to the stuff after a long day of traveling, particularly one as disappointing as this. As much as he wanted to sit down, he knew when he had arrived that climbing atop one would be a chore given his physique and clothes, and that staying on one would be a trick since his legs wouldn't be able to touch the ground. As such, when he had first approached the counter to request two pints of dark beer, he remained standing. It helped keep him from becoming too engrossed in his drinks, though he still didn't bother to wipe the cream-colored foam from his cloud-white beard.

What a day! First he had nearly gotten run over by a carriage while strolling down the main road, then he had tripped on an uneven clod of dirt and dropped his Portable Forge into a ditch, nearly starting a brushfire in the process. With no place to stop for a proper lunch, he had been forced to turn to his own rations of hard cheese and stale bread, and when he finally reached the small town of Balendale, he had found that the local smith was both appallingly incompetent and intolerably nasty. No wonder his equipment was so poor; he had likely driven away any potential customers with his sharp tongue. After a lifetime of smithing, Kaghad knew that one had to be at least passingly pleasant to people to be bought from. The thought of setting up shop in Balendale to disgrace the unpleasant man's work had indeed occurred to him, but he wasn't waltzing across the countryside to find a new place to start a forge in.

No, thought the dwarf as he clapped the second mug down on the table a little too heavily. He was here for adventure!

At that moment, a woman a few seats away stood up. Naturally this failed to interest Kaghad; a female advancing into an upright position was a fairly everyday phenomenon. Her voice, however, breaking over the dull roar of conversation and hearth-fire everpresent in the tavern, gave him reason to look her way. At first glance, she seemed fairly unremarkable except for her locks, which were both exceedingly long and purple. This struck the practical craftsman as needlessly garish, and her comment about being a warrior -while it would explain her stiff manner- did not sufficiently convince him. He knew he didn't really have the place to judge, since he knew he himself was no warrior, but at least he owned up to it. Still, a warrior with purple hair, and in a dress no less! As he listened further he found that her proposition struck more of a chord with him than her appearance. What an incredible coincidence that another adventurer had wound up in the exact same spot as he at the same time. The prison-castle she mentioned mystified him somewhat, but the mention of the name filled his old bones with a tingling sort of excitement. The last time he had delved into a fort with a couple of allies at his back, they had all made off with a fair haul. Should a castle be any different?

Making up his mind, Kaghad wiped away the froth from his beard with the back of his gloves hand and pushed off from the bar. Though slightly inebriated, he was no stranger to low-quality liquor, so the vast majority of his senses were still in tact. He navigated the various patrons of the bar until he stood directly in front of Tanya. Her eyes were already on him before he had arrived, examining him critically the whole time, and the dwarf thought he could detect a hint of scorn on her face. Perhaps not. He was not so good with human emotions. Regardless, he was suddenly conscious of his general dinginess. Kaghad crossed his own arms and titled his head until his shiny black eyes were staring down his vast nose into the vibrant purple of Tanya's. "Hallo," he began, "Wot exactly does thess quest o' yourn entail?"

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

At last, it seemed that the gravity of the situation was beginning to get to Midna. An uneasiness wormed its way into her consciousness, and she looked at the others assembled in turns. Every glance held suspicion, but the swarthy warrior seemed all the more ominous for his lack of action. It was enough to make Midna want to leave, but she knew she could not simply flee without giving the impression of fearfulness. As such, she was happy when the nervous-looking Happy Mask Salesman suggested that they speak in private; it provided a legitimate excuse to leave this foreboding plaza behind. "Certainly," she responded. The word came out a little too quickly, which she realized, so she hurried to cover for herself. "Any inquiry is important."

Just then, the hero began to approach. A tiny panic entered Midna's head as Link drew near. He was going to talk to her! What could she say? If Twili could have blushed, she might have in that moment. At any rate, the diminutive salesman was instantly forgotten. "Can...I help you?"

That's Weird

Could be fun. I'd want at least two more people to look into this, however.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Yeah, though I'd be more inclined to let the healer wait and not delay the eight or so others we have any more.

Dungeon Keepers (This one's done. Go to The Horde of Evil instead)

Trapezoid and 001 and Kaban are up next. I would absolutely adore it if two more people posted and I could get my first creature up to write about. So go ahead, gecko.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Yes! Back in business!

The Heroes of Beacon

What a terrific dry spell! Hopefully now that the guild is back online, and the holidays are over, we can forge onward.