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@VeyrinDay Seems like it, yes!

Hey now, the Night King had a happy undead family.
@Dark Cloud Do I smell frosted FLAKES?
@Dark Cloud Hey bud, you're also doing great work!

Feel free to send a message in the page, I'm usually lurking about there as I'm doing other things. Also, a couple of things: Perhaps we should add Sheik and Hilda to the Light side roster. And second, would you like some sheets made for some NPC's? The prevalent ones, of course. It would probably help those that aren't as familiar with the lore or haven't dived into the games recently. Sure there's the Wiki, but it could be interesting to edit these profiles as these characters sort of change in this RP.







Four figures riding relatively large horses appeared as mere shadows before the dawn of the upcoming revolutionary day. The central silhouette, the biggest and mightiest of them all, had his cape wave in the air, tranquil and unburdened by anything else but the wills of nature. Two horse riders were each at his side, one older Gerudo wielding the traditional Halberd of her people while the other was a masked, completely armour-clad entity oozing of vile, black smoke. And finally, slightly behind the supposed Gerudo executive was a final horse rider, one taller than each before her with the exception of the mighty King. A young warrior whom the untied hair followed the same fate as her lord's cape. The final figure, lacking a mask, stared at the walls they were to breach, and then turned her head to peer behind her steed.

An army, marched through the fields right to the heart of Hyrule. Gerudo and fiends alike, a sight that would make even the most wicked of occultists at least stagger in surprise. They would not move until their Lord commanded it. It would only be when one of the small, flying beings would land near Ganondorf's horse to whisper something none else could hear that things would commence. The King's black stallion unleashed a mighty neigh as it stood on its hind legs to signal the start of the assault. But before they would all charge in, a second flying entity had landed next to the tall, feminine figure that so anxiously waited for the signal. It was an old hag on a broom, with a blue Gerudo-crystal etched into her forehead. As the twin did with the King, the witch would do the same with Nadalia.

"Prove your worth, and hold the Square. We must not lose our siege. Your King depends on you."

With a vile cackle from the elderly Gerudo, she would ascend to the heavens with her sister, leaving the young and anxious Nadalia to consider the weight of her responsibility. They were now to charge with no time for second thoughts. The entrance was easily breached with the help of the many monstrosities conjured by the Dark King. Nadalia carefully followed her lord and his two senior warriors, as they were behind the first wave of beasts and soldiers that'd clean up the barricades of royal henchmen. They were all ill prepared without the aid of their allies and their infrastructure compromised.






An hour. Two hours. Maybe three. The sack of Castle Town was no real struggle, as the forces were mostly concentrated toward the Castle itself. The whole experience was mesmerizing. The endless uproar, ceaseless destruction and the bright flames consuming all around her. The screams in particular, with the bright sky shrouded in darkness by the continuous smoke. So much so that her precious, black and white spotted stallion had grown frightened of the ordeal, prompting the youthful Gerudo to dismount and park the critter at the centre plaza they had since cleared. Careful pats were applied to its neck, her hand dragging itself down to its snout, giving the animal a scent he was familiar with as to ease his stress.

Nadalia's moment of peaceful bonding with her steed was quickly interrupted by one of her Gerudo sisters. It was strange, to have a woman older than her reach out for a report. Kotake had conferred to her a role of responsibility, and being naturally tall had the benefit of being seen as an authority figure. But she was still young and naïve, making this quite the intimidating experience for her. Still, she was fully aware of her duty and the importance of a display of strength. Her nervous expression was always one to betray her resolve. And as such, the moment she'd turn to acknowledge her subordinate's request, bright blue whips manifested themselves over her visage, conjuring her featureless, metal helm. No one could see her eyes, her lips, her nose nor her cheeks. No one could read her. No one could see Nadalia for what she was. There was just the dancer, devoid of trivial fears and worries.

"Sister Nadalia ... The Eastern Barracks have been secured, General Hornfield has been captured. What shall we do?"

The featureless visage kept a focused 'gaze' upon the reporting Gerudo, before peering to the side and recognizing the rows of bound men and women that had either surrendered or been beaten by the forces of the Desert. The Square was now fully occupied, with flames tearing down the nearby shops and fuming bodies littering the edges of the open space- some were even left on the now shattered fountain in the centre. Beyond blood, minor debris and ash, the plaza was quickly cleared by the forces that occupied it.

Without a word, the towering, feminine figure marched to the lines of captured warriors, the shadow of her lithe figure easily covering a few of these seated individuals. She almost didn't look human with how her visage was absent and unusually big she was. Many of the men would think she was some sort of conjured creature or some ancient sentry of the desert. Her head craned itself just a tad to the defeated General, making her unseen gaze clear as to whom it was dedicated to.

"General. I will give you but one chance on this divine day, as proof of King Ganondorf's unending mercy." a metallic, slightly muffled voice escaped the pitch black mask worn by Nadalia. It kept her naturally girlish voice, one that wasn't too deep, not quite womanly yet. "Offer your sword to King Ganondorf. Reject your failing King. Accept our mercy."

Stoic, unmoving and arms now crossed, she awaited the General's answer. An answer that would be quite obvious. The man was always proud of his achievement, and even more so of his men. Submission was never an option to these men.

"How about I fuck your big bitch arse instead? It'd be a mercy for a beast such as yourself to know a man's touch." he answered crudely before spitting right before her boots.

Nadalia was unimpressed. Raising her head back to normal levels, she'd address the flock of prisoners. "Mighty soldiers, willing to die for one man's convictions. I will honour that. Until you decide otherwise of course. Should any of you decide this is not your fate, there is but one man standing between you and life." she said solemnly before peering over to her associate. "Burn them one by one until one wakes up from this zealous daze."

Human resource management aside, Nadalia had multiple fronts to control in order to keep the centre of Castle Town. But just as she sought to organize the ravenous fiends that sought to clear the streets through bloodshed, panicked calls from her fellow Gerudo got her undivided attention.

"A RUMBLING! A SANDSTORM! SOMETHING IS COMING!"

The swift and agile Nadalia leaped from building to building, avoiding the debris and fire filled streets, to reach the entrance walls. The only entrance that did not rely on the convoluted waterways anyway. With a set of Binoculars, she would get a glimpse of what was really happening. Literal BOULDERS rolling at their direction. Having almost never seen a Goron before, Nadalia was left somewhat flabbergasted, though her mask concealed any of that. Still, Twinrova hadn't put their hopes on an in-cult as they had at least educated the tall Gerudo on the allied races in case something like this would occur.

"Tch. Gorons. Raise the bridge or destroy it, ready the cannons and arrows. We're going to have a problem if they breach." she ordered, knowing full well this would be a temporary solution. With a simple gesture, a small platoon of Gerudo halberd wielders descended down with their officer near the entry gate. The rock folk would be in for the expected greeting from the invading forces' defences, while Nadalia was keen on taking the mightier beasts head on.

"Spare none of these mountain creatures. They decided their fate long ago. None shall stand against our King unpunished." she called out with a controlled and tempered tone, her posture stiff and adamant with only one hand reaching for a sheathed scimitar on her lower back.
@VeyrinDay I think a few backgrounds work as though Hyrule had fallen already. Our Executioner seems to imply this as well.
@Dark Cloud I believe he is the person Sheik is based off of in six years.
@Dark Cloud

This is just my recollection but... I thought the lore for OoT was that if someone unpure of heart tried to make a wish on the Triforce, it would scatter with only the piece most closely connected to the person remaining behind. The impression I got was that the wish wasn't granted and if the person wanted it, they needed to track down the other two pieces first.


I believe that's what happened. Yes.
I suppose I mostly wanted to gauge how deep he's gotten into the 'King of Evil' hole. If he's degenerated THAT much over one year or if it's just a slow burn with increasingly violent and vile tendencies. Will there be a big difference between current Ganondorf and sealed away Ganondorf?

He made a wish? Not following that part.
@Dark Cloud It did to a degree. But Ganondorf of Wind Waker was also the wielder of the Triforce of Power, still had his Ganon powers channelled via the Puppet and was still the same dude. Is there something making him particularly evil? Would it be a progressive thing as time goes by?
Alright! I've created a server for those interested in exchanging. I'll be looking into ways for Dark Cloud to part take as well. I'll be sending a link to those interested and will relegate control of the server to the GM's if they wish. It's 100% bare bones, I'll try to make it a bit more homely!
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