Fandom Broken Cycle (Legend Of Zelda)

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Impa stood halfway across the bridge, her feet together, her arms crossed over her chest, as her sword was sheathed on her back. The harsh mountain winds lashed across her, blowing the the feathers on her hip around fiercely. Behind her, stood 50 of Snowpeak's garrisoned Hylian Knights, swords and shields at the ready, incase Varon's forces intercepted one of the letters, and sent an army to cancel Impa's little event.

((There'll be lots of Hyrule Total War screenshots here by the way, just a heads up))


She was expecting several great men and women from Hyrule's many regions and kingdoms, all coming together here, at Snowpeak, representing their nations, races, and peoples, to help Impa fight for the fate of all of Hyrule. She knew that most kingdoms were in open war with Varon, like the Darknuts, Gerudos, and Gorons, but there were others who had not taken a side yet, and the Lizalfos were doing harm to the Kokiri and Deku, even though they fight Varon as well. Impa hoped to ease tensions between all who attended this meeting, and instead direct their wrath towards Varon.


She sighed, wondering if anyone had even received her letters. Varon had been cunning, and many Sheikah messages had been intercepted, but she sent her best and finest Sheikah to deliver these, and their demise would be a great loss to the cause.


A slight smile crossed her face, as she could see figures approaching in the distance.

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[Red Thunder]

Finally.


The Goron's thick legs had found the snow to be of no bother for the four days he'd tracked through it, though the harsh cold was a bother. Having grown up within the heat of his home mountain, the weather here just worsened his mood. He held up an arm against a sudden blast of icy wind, protecting his eyes. Far ahead, Trex could see a bridge, and upon it stood a figure, a black silhouette against the white snow. Shifting the pack on his shoulder, he trudged on.


Not long after, the Goron stood at the bridge, some fifteen feet from the obviously dangerous Sheikah before him. Mirroring her stance, he crossed his massive arms.


"Well?"


His voice rumbled and grated, like a large rock being dragged across a stone floor. His coal black eyes stared at her expectantly, ignoring the company of Hylian soldiers behind her.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

She smiled slightly, "I am Impa," she said simply, "I presume you are Trex of the Gorons?" she asked, as she studied the Goron before her. Once he had responded, she continued, "Welcome to Snowpeak, the last stronghold of the Hylians against Varon's onslaught. We have invited you here, a representative of your kind, to help us and the other kindoms, find a way to solve the threat of Varon," she explained rather plainly, almost as if she had it memorized. "Once you head inside, there will be proper food and and a place to sleep befitting you. In your case, we have gathered rocks and boulders from the mountainsides." she said, looking around at the surrounding mountains. "Since you are the first to arrive here, it is quite empty in there. You are more than welcome to stay out here and welcome the other arrivals if you wish," she offered, waiting for him to make a choice. She hated talking this much, and hated formalities as well, but they were required in this situation. She needed all the help she could get.

 

[Red Thunder]

"Thanks, but the cold disagrees with me."


With a snort, Trex shifted his pack and stepped into the bridge. The frozen stone groaned a little in protest as he did as he strode across. He halted as he passed Impa on her left, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.


"I'm a warrior, Sheikah. Same as you. No need for the formality."


Trex stared ahead and snorted again.


"Thanks for the welcome. See you inside, sister."


The bridge groaned again as he continued his path. Hylian soldiers stepped out of his unerring path, and he disappeared inside the building.

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

Softwer was walking through the thick snow. She had her left arm over her head to block the strong wind & falling snow getting onto her face. She knew she was close to the place she was suppose to meet the other warriors at to discuss about rebelling against Varon. She worried a little bit about Kakariko village as she thought about it, though the sheikah have been preventing any mobilization into the place by Varon's forces, it was being surround and the only thing not bordering them was the gorons. Her dad was a former hyrulian soldier, but he was getting a little too old to fight. She stopped thinking about it when she saw something in the distance, a bridge and a stone structure.


Softwer made it, after five days of traveling through Goronia and mountains she finally made it to a place of hope. She walked up to the place only to stop at the front of the bridge where she saw a sheikah and some hyrulian soldiers on the other side. Soon, she gradually walked up to the woman hoping she is friendly, Softwer thought that she might have known her from Kakari. "Hello," she said having some anxiety in it as she approached her," I am here because of that letter you sent me." She hoped that the reply from the sheikah wasn't an attack, but she kept her right hand on her katana as she was near her in the case things go south.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Softwer was walking through the thick snow. She had her left arm over her head to block the strong wind & falling snow getting onto her face. She knew she was close to the place she was suppose to meet the other warriors at to discuss about rebelling against Varon. She worried a little bit about Kakariko village as she thought about it, though the sheikah have been preventing any mobilization into the place by Varon's forces, it was being surround and the only thing not bordering them was the gorons. Her dad was a former hyrulian soldier, but he was getting a little too old to fight. She stopped thinking about it when she saw something in the distance, a bridge and a stone structure.
Softwer made it, after five days of traveling through Goronia and mountains she finally made it to a place of hope. She walked up to the place only to stop at the front of the bridge where she saw a sheikah and some hyrulian soldiers on the other side. Soon, she gradually walked up to the woman hoping she is friendly, Softwer thought that she might have known her from Kakari. "Hello," she said having some anxiety in it as she approached her," I am here because of that letter you sent me." She hoped that the reply from the sheikah wasn't an attack, but she kept her right hand on her katana as she was near her in the case things go south.

[QUOTE="Red Thunder]"Thanks, but the cold disagrees with me."
With a snort, Trex shifted his pack and stepped into the bridge. The stone groaned a little in protest as he did, and continued screaming as he strode across. He halted as he passed Impa on her left, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.


"I'm a warrior, Sheikah. Same as you. No need for the formality."


Trex stared ahead and snorted again.


"Thanks for the welcome. See you inside, sister."


The bridge groaned again as he continued his path. Hylian soldiers stepped out of his unerring path, and he disappeared inside the building.

[/QUOTE]
Impa smiled slightly as the Goron passed, heading inside. She merely grunted in response, thankful for the fact that he didn't expect formalities. She remembered working with the old Hylians, and ever since Zelda became Queen, even she was always demanding that everyone call her queen, or your majesty. Impa originally had no problem with it, as the queen was her closest friend, and she truly did deserve the title, but not after long the Queen started to get more and more paranoid, around everyone surrounding her, going no where without Link, even beginning to doubt HER loyalties! Impa scowled, remembering that time, remembering how Zelda had dared exile her, her closest friend and loyal gaurdian, to Snowpeak to command its garrison. And as soon as Impa was gone, Varon struck. She rid her head of thoughts, managing to keep a calm and composed face, as the next figure approached.


She smiled, seeing who it was. "Softwer!" she said, "It's been too long little one!" opening her arms for a hug, then realizing that probably wouldn't be so smart, seeing how hard she was gripping her katana. "It's me... Impa. Remember? From Kakaraki Village?" she asked, smiling. "How is the place going anyways? Your father still molding you and Ichita into soldiers?" she asked smiling.

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

"Ah you," Softwer said smiling before leaving a small pause to remember that woman's name," Impa." She then realized she seen her before on trips to Kakariko village every now and then. She then let her right hand off her katana seeing that she shouldn't be of any harm and hugged her for a brief second. As she thought of an answer to Impa's questions, her smile faded away. "As for the village," she said," all the people in the place have been defending it, but we are only able to defend only a few feet from the place. My Dad has tried to help fight, but he is getting old. He should be turning fifty five in about a month. Though he continues training me nearly every day. As for Ichita, well, about a week after all of Varon's chaos started, he went missing. Nobody in the village could find him even after a dozen searches around the surrounding areas. I was going to search for him myself, I was invited to be here. I think he might be in the fog-of-war out in the places controlled by Varon, so I thought I could use this to help find him."


Flying through the tough winds and the cold mountains, Soto was making her way to the meeting place. Even though she was a fast flyer, it has been almost a week after she left Dragon Roost Island to fly over to Snowpeak. She had to take a route longer than just flying directly to the place since she had to avoid Varon's land. She had stopped and landed on a mountain peak to rest for a moment. She looked around and out in the distance she saw something. It was a collection grey structures that looked just a few minutes away. She then realized that she had made it to the place. Soon she got up and started to fly towards the place and landed on the side of the bridge next to to woman. "Hello," she said," I am Soto and I am here because you wanted me."

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

"Ah you," Softwer said smiling before leaving a small pause to remember that woman's name," Impa." She then realized she seen her before on trips to Kakariko village every now and then. She then let her right hand off her katana seeing that she shouldn't be of any harm and hugged her for a brief second. As she thought of an answer to Impa's questions, her smile faded away. "As for the village," she said," all the people in the place have been defending it, but we are only able to defend only a few feet from the place. My Dad has tried to help fight, but he is getting old. He should be turning fifty five in about a month. Though he continues training me nearly every day. As for Ichita, well, about a week after all of Varon's chaos started, he went missing. Nobody in the village could find him even after a dozen searches around the surrounding areas. I was going to search for him myself, I was invited to be here. I think he might be in the fog-of-war out in the places controlled by Varon, so I thought I could use this to help find him."
Flying through the tough winds and the cold mountains, Soto was making her way to the meeting place. Even though she was a fast flyer, it has been almost a week after she left Dragon Roost Island to fly over to Snowpeak. She had to take a route longer than just flying directly to the place since she had to avoid Varon's land. She had stopped and landed on a mountain peak to rest for a moment. She looked around and out in the distance she saw something. It was a collection grey structures that looked just a few minutes away. She then realized that she had made it to the place. Soon she got up and started to fly towards the place and landed on the side of the bridge next to to woman. "Hello," she said," I am Soto and I am here because you wanted me."

Impa frowns at that, listening quietly, letting the girl talk. She smiled as the girl gave her a hug, returning it a little, before nodding. "That is terrible, I'm sorry," she said quietly with a nod. She was truly worried for the fate of her village, and it didn't sound like anything was going too well. "Your brother will come home soon," she said, giving her a reassuring smile. She looked up, as Soto landed, her eyes noticing the wings, and she was surprised. "I didn't think it was true, when I heard that a race of flying people suddenly appeared on Lake Hylia, but apparently it is," she said, nodding. "I have brought you here to discuss the threat of Varon and his armies. There is sufficient housing and food within the manor, simply go inside," she said, gesturing to both of them. "A goron is the only one here so far," she explained. "More will arrive soon, I hope," she added quietly.

 

[Red Thunder]

*GERUDO DESERT*

​

Ah, the dryness. It suited Jogrek well. The sand, the heat, the blazing ball of fire continously in the sky. It was paradise, and it suited him. As did reclaiming the desert.


One of the rebels danced before him, spinning and leaping annoyingly. As one of his axes thudded into the sand, she danced away, her dark red hair flowing in the wind. Her curved blade rushed forward to stab the four armed Stalfos general, but it rang as it bounced off his breastplate. One of his swords swooped down to cleave her head in two, the Gerudo turning only just in time to avoid it.


But Jogrek was expecting it. His second sword sliced down diagonally at her shoulder, and his opponent threw her own blade up to her left to catch it. With a mad grin on his face, he brought his second axe out on her right side and at shoulder height and pushed it through her neck. There was a spurt of blood, and her head dropped like a stone. About him, his forces were decimating the Gerudo, the women warriors falling about him to undead blades. Blood stained the golden sands about them.


A short messenger clothed in a ragged tunic ran forward to meet him, saluting as he came to a halt.


"Sir! The Gerudo are retreating, sir! We have won!"


Jogrek's eyes, mere points of shining light his empty sockets, flashed. Dropping an axe, the general grabbed the messenger by the neck and lifted him a foot off the ground.


"You imbecile." Jogrek's voice was piercing and unnaturally disharmonious. "We win only when the desert folk lie dead. All of them."


Almost as if tossing aside trash, the general cast the messenger aside. Grasping his dropped axe, he squeezed each handle and hilt in frustration.


"Only then can we be sure that the so called 'King of Evil' cannot come back to challenge our own king, and to reclaim that which he previously held."


Shoving a sword into the air zealously, Jogrek screamed a battle cry. His voice echoed across the sands, and every Stalfos that heard it took up the call.


"FOR VARON!"

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

[QUOTE="Red Thunder]

*GERUDO DESERT*

​

Ah, the dryness. It suited Jogrek well. The sand, the heat, the blazing ball of fire continously in the sky. It was paradise, and it suited him. As did reclaiming the desert.


One of the rebels danced before him, spinning and leaping annoyingly. As one of his axes thudded into the sand, she danced away, her dark red hair flowing in the wind. Her curved blade rushed forward to stab the four armed Stalfos general, but it rang as it bounced off his breastplate. One of his swords swooped down to cleave her head in two, the Gerudo turning only just in time to avoid it.


But Jogrek was expecting it. His second sword sliced down diagonally at her shoulder, and his opponent threw her own blade up to her left to catch it. With a mad grin on his face, he brought his second axe out on her right side and at shoulder height and pushed it through her neck. There was a spurt of blood, and her head dropped like a stone. About him, his forces were decimating the Gerudo, the women warriors falling about him to undead blades. Blood stained the golden sands about them.


A short messenger clothed in a ragged tunic ran forward to meet him, saluting as he came to a halt.


"Sir! The Gerudo are retreating, sir! We have won!"


Jogrek's eyes, mere points of shining light his empty sockets, flashed. Dropping an axe, the general grabbed the messenger by the neck and lifted him a foot off the ground.


"You imbecile." Jogrek's voice was piercing and unnaturally disharmonious. "We win only when the desert folk lie dead. All of them."


Almost as if tossing aside trash, the general cast the messenger aside. Grasping his dropped axe, he squeezed each handle and hilt in frustration.


"Only then can we be sure that the so called 'King of Evil' cannot come back to challenge our own king, and to reclaim that which he previously held."


Shoving a sword into the air zealously, Jogrek screamed a battle cry. His voice echoed across the sands, and every Stalfos that heard it took up the call.


"FOR VARON!"

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((Epic))


Gerudo





The Gerudo vangaurd was indeed falling back, the warrior women decimated, their numbers cut down horrendously. They had not expected an attack so fast and strong from Varon. This four armed undead general came from Ikana, a peaceful kingdom, and the Gerudo feared for what happened to its people. Gerudo riders were soaring across the desert upon the backs of their horses, bringing a message to their greatest ally, the Darknut Legion. If this message could be delivered in time, these Stalfos may be pushed back after all, but it was unlikely that the slow and cumbersome armies of the Darknuts would reach them soon enough.


For now, they would have to stand and fight on their own. The infantry continued falling back, the outcome of this battle already decided. This day would go to Jogrek, but the Gerudo wouldn't let him have it so easily, as two groups of Gerudo cavalry appeared from behind the dunes they had been waiting on, waiting for the right moment. There was no right moment, unfortunately, as the Gerudo infantry was unable to hold its own in the fight. A hail of arrows swarmed in from both groups, the arrows have little effect against the undead, as the horsewomen drew their swords, baring down on the Stalfos, intimidated by their cry, but none the less determined. These cavalry would spend their lives to give the retreating army time to fall back to the city of Sandstone, and defend it before they were cut off.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

If there was one thing that Amice had a weakness for, it was alcohol. Sweet, sweet alcohol.


Before coming to Snowpeak, she had promised herself that she would stay sober to ‘look respectable as a Shiekiah’, like Impa has asked her, but after a few days in this dusty, decrypted, simply depressing place she caved hard. Bored and very aware of just how bad their situation was, the only thing that could comfort her was a taste of booze. She knew that some of the men that had came with them probably had some, but really didn’t want to ask them simply because she was worried that word would reach her superiors (she wasn’t desperate in the slightest, honest!). So instead, she searched every nook and cranny of the manor (how convenient!), and luckily for her eventually found some old wine in the cellar.


And several weeks later, she still didn’t regret it. While she didn’t drink every day, the knowledge that she had access to the beverage put her at ease. Who knew what hell they were going to get into in the coming months.


Sitting precariously on one of the chandeliers in the main hall with a bottle in her hand, Amice sighed happily, warm in her old cloak. She was currently alone, everyone else either outside or in some other room. She took a swallow from the glass, relishing as the sweet substance went down her parched throat. Ah that was the stuff.


This will be my only bottle today. She told herself, remembering that some people were arriving today. She had been asked to show them around inside and needed to look presentable, lest she wanted to get lectured by Impa again. She wondered who all would show up. If she had heard correctly, there would be a powerful Goron amongst them.


The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall from outside, tearing her away from her thoughts. Speak of the devil. The old wooden doors groaned in protest as they were forced open. A large, well fit muscular Goron walked in, looking slightly irritated. Amice assumed it was because of the cold.


Guess its Showtime. Stretching, she jumped down silently onto the floor below. “Hello there, friend. I assume you must be Trex.”

 

[Red Thunder]

Snowpeak


Trex looked down at the small girl with the small voice, being pulled out of his thoughts, and huffed. He stopped briefly before continuing on past her, glancing about the hall. Doors of solid but unadorned wood lined the main hallway, and chandeliers, much like the one the young Sheikah had been sitting on, hung from the ceiling and lit up the place in orange firelight. Eventually he found a door that suited him and opened it, tossing his pack inside without following it. He shut the door with a clack, finally turning the young girl that addressed him.


"And who are you?"


Trex stood as he waited, as unmoving as a mountain.


@Aura Of Twilight


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Gerudo Valley


Jogrek frowned. The main force of the Gerudo, cowards that they were, were fleeing across the dunes. In their place, the cavalry cut their way through the front lines of the Stalfos army, their scimitars decapitating the skeleton soldiers with ease. But the Stalfos merely picked up their heads and replaced them, turning to attack the flank of the advancing cavalry.


The horses fell first, their legs hewn out from under them by ancient blades. Most of the horsewomen caught themselves as they were thrown free, landing on their feet and stumbling a few steps. Others weren't so fortunate. Nearby Stalfos swarmed those that hit the ground prone, stabbing and crushing them.


But even the Gerudo who landed on their feet faired little better, lasting only long enough to swing their swords a few times against the surrounding sea of bones. The cavalry was destroyed in short order. Even so, Jogrek's expression remained dour. The main body of the desert forces were in full retreat, and there was no chance that his own soldiers would catch them. He watched a brief moment more then spun around, his armored boots thudding softly as he stalked back to his command tent. His aide, a Wizrobe by the name of Tig, bustled up in a tizzy. Jogrek ignored him completely as he threw his weapons to the ground and stepped to the table. A map of the area lay upon it, positions and armies set in their exact positions with miniature figures. The light in the Stalfos' eyes burned fiercely as he considered the display. Tig stood behind him, shifting back and forth on his feet, evidently anxious to share some news.


After several minutes, Tig simply could not contain himself. Jogrek hadn't moved from his position, evidently still considering his next move, and the Wizrobe found himself near to bursting. Finally he did, his squeaky voice piercing on the ears.


"General! General! Message from the Master!"


He held out a sheet of parchment. Jogrek turned his head slowly to look at the small creature before finally grabbing it. Ignoring the Wizrobe further, he opened the letter and scanned its contents.


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

"Ah alright," Softwer said to Impa while looking at the aviary humanoid that appeared only a moment ago. After that she went into the stony manor passing all the soldiers on the way.


She started to think again of Ichita as she was walking in. She remembered there being a small argument between him and a Kakariko villager on the night before he went missing, but she couldn't figure out what that could do with his disappearance. He also had been practicing more with his sword skills over his last week and when he went into the village he never looked happy during that week. There was a lot of stuff that could have happened to him and it's hard to figure it out with the little clues found so far. She stopped thinking about him when she opened the the door to the place and saw a goron and a sheikah, which she thought she might have seen before like with most other sheikah she sees. "Ah hello there," she said assuming they were also invited to help Impa.


Soto stayed with the woman that looked like the commanding person there and said," Ah you must be the leader of this. Well good to see you, I just want to say that I will gladly follow your command. Also could you inform me about this world and place? The only things we Rito got to learn about this place were from men and women that were fish."

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

@Aura Of Twilight[/URL]


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Gerudo Valley


Jogrek frowned. The main force of the Gerudo, cowards that they were, were fleeing across the dunes. In their place, the cavalry cut their way through the front lines of the Stalfos army, their scimitars decapitating the skeleton soldiers with ease. But the Stalfos merely picked up their heads and replaced them, turning to attack the flank of the advancing cavalry.


The horses fell first, their legs hewn out from under them by ancient blades. Most of the horsewomen caught themselves as they were thrown free, landing on their feet and stumbling a few steps. Others weren't so fortunate. Nearby Stalfos swarmed those that hit the ground prone, stabbing and crushing them.


But even the Gerudo who landed on their feet faired little better, lasting only long enough to swing their swords a few times against the surrounding sea of bones. The cavalry was destroyed in short order. Even so, Jogrek's expression remained dour. The main body of the desert forces were in full retreat, and there was no chance that his own soldiers would catch them. He watched a brief moment more then spun around, his armored boots thudding softly as he stalked back to his command tent. His aide, a Wizrobe by the name of Tig, bustled up in a tizzy. Jogrek ignored him completely as he threw his weapons to the ground and stepped to the table. A map of the area lay upon it, positions and armies set in their exact positions with miniature figures. The light in the Stalfos' eyes burned fiercely as he considered the display. Tig stood behind him, shifting back and forth on his feet, evidently anxious to share some news.


After several minutes, Tig simply could not contain himself. Jogrek hadn't moved from his position, evidently still considering his next move, and the Wizrobe found himself near to bursting. Finally he did, his squeaky voice piercing on the ears.


"General! General! Message from the Master!"


He held out a sheet of parchment. Jogrek turned his head slowly to look at the small creature before finally grabbing it. Ignoring the Wizrobe further, he opened the letter and scanned its contents.


@SirDerpingtonIV

Gerudo


The horsewomen fought to the death, even though it was in vain. They brought a few Stalfos with them, bones too cut up to be of service. However, far more Gerudo fell than Stalfos, making that fact obsolete. The dust clouds of retreating Gerudo began to disappear into the horizon, as those warriors would live to fight another day.


Varon's letter


General,


How is your new Wiizrobe, Tig? Try not to kill this one, Wizzrobes are more expensive than Stalfos. Accordingly, you and your Stalfos are entirely expendable. Keep that in mind. Your orders are to continue advancing into the Gerudo desert. Take the city of Sandstone, before heading south towards the capitol city of Ashinon. By the time you have arrived, you will encounter Darknut reinforcements, if you haven't on the way there. Do not underestimate them. My other generals have attacked the Darknuts directly, and have paid dearly for their stupidity. Your Stalfos will be cut down if you attack them head on. Your role is a distraction, so that I may focus the rest of our forces upon the Gorons and Kakariko village. They are both powerful, and have stood in my way for far too long. I have simplified these orders as much as possible so even your empty skull could process them. Do not disappoint me.


Impa


She nodded at the Rito's words. "I thank you for your loyalty. I need as much of that as I can right now." she admitted with a sigh. ''As for the fish people, they are Zora, trusted allies of ours. However, no matter what they told you, the situation is worse than they've told you. They have a knack for sugarcoating bad news,'' she grunted. "What happened in our land will be discussed during the meeting, but for now, I can give you a shorter version. Our land has followed a cycle for hundreds of years. There would be born, a princess, with the blood of the goddess, to lead the realm to prosperity. Then, a great embodiement of evil would strike, causing chaos. Lastly, The Hero Of Time would appear in our darkest hour, and save us all. However, the cycle has been broken. The evil was slain, and his spirit was locked away by use of a mysterious artifact. An advisor to the royal family, Varon, had done it in secret, against our knowledge. Suddenly, he used the artifact to place the kingdom's armies under his control, and marched against Hyrule Castle. The Hero Of Time was slain, and our queen and her newborn child captured and taken away. Varon gathered armies, and began to lash out at the other kingdoms, and great wars broke out. Now, I have gathered you, and many others together, to discuss how we should work together to fight this foe."

 

[Synaria]

A puff of fog accompanied the sigh Kylista let out when she finally laid eyes upon the garrison atop the mountain. She huddled over a small smale that hovered over her hand for warmth. "Why did this place have to be put so far out of the way on an empty mountain . . ." Though she for the most part understood why, it didn't stop her from grumbling under her breath. The journey here had been less than pleasent and she decided she had a keen dislike for the frigid territories during one of her previous visits. If not for her magic, she would be frozen on the side of the mountain somewhere, she was sure. She shivered at the thought and the flame above her hand grew slightly, offering more warmth for the chilly Twili.


Pushing ahead to the edge of the bridge she spotted a trio of figures. As she drew closer and stopped, she quickly labeled two of the figures as hylian and the final one left her somewhat puzzled. The looks seemed to match something she had read of in a book, but she had issues placing the name of it. She figured she'd find out later. She gave a cordial wave to those present. Upon a second look, it seemed one of the people she had previously labeled as simply hylian, was in fact one of the shiekah, possibly the one who sent her the letter she had received. Adressing her, she spoke, "Salutations, I believe this is the place I'm supposed to be . . . Though it's possible I'm completely mistaken. If that's the case, please ignore everything I'm saying and send me on my way. If I'm not, and well, I hope I'm not, hopefully you can tell me where I'm supposed to be. You see, I got this letter." Her ramblings ceased only briefly as she pulled the crumpled letter from her pack and held it up briefly before hiding it behind her back. "Umm, I lost it , but I did have one. Honest . . . Oh, I'm Kylista, Twili Extrodinaire!" She always liked to give some extra pizzazz when introducing herself.


She tapped heel of her shoe against the snow-trodden ground and leaned over to the side, looking at the keep beyond and then back to the woman she addressed. Her attention span was short, and even in the time since she introduced herself she was already peering around, contemplating who else might be here, if she was really supposed to be here, and really important things like: who in the world thought making things cold was a good idea.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

Well someone's certainly pissed. Amice thought with a huff, watching as he threw his bags in a random room with barely a glance her way. The door slammed shut, echoing throughout the hall.


"And who are you?" He growled, standing tall over her. His voice was as rough as stone, like the mountain he lived on. Like most Gorons, he was only wearing a loincloth for clothes. Amice couldn't imagine how cold he must have been.


Amice forced herself to give him a welcoming smile. The guy probably had a long day. "I'm Amice, a member of the Shiekiah tribe." She bowed. "I'm supposed to show some of you newcomers around, but I can see you've already found your sleeping quarters."


Before she could continue, the door opened and another person walked in. A female hylian. "Ah, hello there." She greeted. The woman wore a grey shirt and pants, clothing that was somewhat reminiscent of a hyrulian soldier's uniform, and had a katana set snugly in the scabbard at her side. She looked exhausted.


"Hello there!" Amice said cheerfully. "I'm Amice, a member of the Shiekiah tribe. I've been or--I mean, asked, to show some of you newcomers around. May I ask what your name is dear?" After listening to the girl's reply, she crossed her arms, looking at them intently. "It is good to see some more people arriving. We haven't had anymore people come for months, more than likely because Varon is closing in. The bastard is certainly making things more difficult." She pursed her lips. "At any rate, thank you for coming. I know you two must be exhausted and cold as hell, but I ask that you wait a bit in case others arrive." She couldn't help but give the Goron a look. "If you must go however, the mess hall is just ahead."


Ugh. I don't like this already.





@Red Thunder @OrenjiGatsu

 

[Red Thunder]

Snowpeak


Trex listened passively, never reacting to introductions or explanations. When Amice mentioned the mess hall, the Goron did finally turn his head, his black eyes following her gesture down the hall. He turned back to look at the Sheikah, his face and voice devoid of emotion but gravelly and deep in his Goron manner.


"Have patience, child. A stone isn't broken in a day."


His glance stayed on her a moment longer before moving to the Hylian. Almost as if assessing her, Trex's gaze ran up and down her form, resting a second or two longer than elsewhere on her katana. With a final huff, he turned and began striding off toward the mess hall, his head only just missing the bottoms of the chandeliers.


@Aura Of Twilight @OrenjiGatsu


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Gerudo Desert


Jogrek folded the letter and handed it back to Tig. His orders were clear: take their nearest city and eliminate the Gerudo within. Bones creaked as he smiled. It would be just like conquering Ikana Town. Sandstone would be colored with the life of the fleshlings, and Ashinon soon after. He turned his head to the Wizrobe.


"We move in five hours," the Stalfos' unnatural voice echoed. "Spread the order: Sandstone falls next to the Bones."


Bending down, Jogrek scooped up his weapons and walked out of the tent, not bothering to wait for an acknowledgement from his aide. Yes, the Gerudo would die, and their trained dogs with them. The failures of other generals were insignificant. Jogrek had never lost a battle, let alone a war, and this would be no different.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

A puff of fog accompanied the sigh Kylista let out when she finally laid eyes upon the garrison atop the mountain. She huddled over a small smale that hovered over her hand for warmth. "Why did this place have to be put so far out of the way on an empty mountain . . ." Though she for the most part understood why, it didn't stop her from grumbling under her breath. The journey here had been less than pleasent and she decided she had a keen dislike for the frigid territories during one of her previous visits. If not for her magic, she would be frozen on the side of the mountain somewhere, she was sure. She shivered at the thought and the flame above her hand grew slightly, offering more warmth for the chilly Twili.
Pushing ahead to the edge of the bridge she spotted a trio of figures. As she drew closer and stopped, she quickly labeled two of the figures as hylian and the final one left her somewhat puzzled. The looks seemed to match something she had read of in a book, but she had issues placing the name of it. She figured she'd find out later. She gave a cordial wave to those present. Upon a second look, it seemed one of the people she had previously labeled as simply hylian, was in fact one of the shiekah, possibly the one who sent her the letter she had received. Adressing her, she spoke, "Salutations, I believe this is the place I'm supposed to be . . . Though it's possible I'm completely mistaken. If that's the case, please ignore everything I'm saying and send me on my way. If I'm not, and well, I hope I'm not, hopefully you can tell me where I'm supposed to be. You see, I got this letter." Her ramblings ceased only briefly as she pulled the crumpled letter from her pack and held it up briefly before hiding it behind her back. "Umm, I lost it , but I did have one. Honest . . . Oh, I'm Kylista, Twili Extrodinaire!" She always liked to give some extra pizzazz when introducing herself.


She tapped heel of her shoe against the snow-trodden ground and leaned over to the side, looking at the keep beyond and then back to the woman she addressed. Her attention span was short, and even in the time since she introduced herself she was already peering around, contemplating who else might be here, if she was really supposed to be here, and really important things like: who in the world thought making things cold was a good idea.

((All of you guys have exceeded my expectations with your characters. This is just awesome. *Applause*))


Oh, forgot to add my RP post. HOld on, I shall in a minute


 

A puff of fog accompanied the sigh Kylista let out when she finally laid eyes upon the garrison atop the mountain. She huddled over a small smale that hovered over her hand for warmth. "Why did this place have to be put so far out of the way on an empty mountain . . ." Though she for the most part understood why, it didn't stop her from grumbling under her breath. The journey here had been less than pleasent and she decided she had a keen dislike for the frigid territories during one of her previous visits. If not for her magic, she would be frozen on the side of the mountain somewhere, she was sure. She shivered at the thought and the flame above her hand grew slightly, offering more warmth for the chilly Twili.
Pushing ahead to the edge of the bridge she spotted a trio of figures. As she drew closer and stopped, she quickly labeled two of the figures as hylian and the final one left her somewhat puzzled. The looks seemed to match something she had read of in a book, but she had issues placing the name of it. She figured she'd find out later. She gave a cordial wave to those present. Upon a second look, it seemed one of the people she had previously labeled as simply hylian, was in fact one of the shiekah, possibly the one who sent her the letter she had received. Adressing her, she spoke, "Salutations, I believe this is the place I'm supposed to be . . . Though it's possible I'm completely mistaken. If that's the case, please ignore everything I'm saying and send me on my way. If I'm not, and well, I hope I'm not, hopefully you can tell me where I'm supposed to be. You see, I got this letter." Her ramblings ceased only briefly as she pulled the crumpled letter from her pack and held it up briefly before hiding it behind her back. "Umm, I lost it , but I did have one. Honest . . . Oh, I'm Kylista, Twili Extrodinaire!" She always liked to give some extra pizzazz when introducing herself.


She tapped heel of her shoe against the snow-trodden ground and leaned over to the side, looking at the keep beyond and then back to the woman she addressed. Her attention span was short, and even in the time since she introduced herself she was already peering around, contemplating who else might be here, if she was really supposed to be here, and really important things like: who in the world thought making things cold was a good idea.

Impa


Impa noticed a small flame alight in the increasingly heavy snowfall, and grabbed the hilt of her sword, sliding it out slightly, fearing for the worst, until she saw the dark figure, and sheathed her weapon, realizing it to be one of the Twili she had sent messages to. They were both mages of a sort, and their unique magic would hopefully throw Varon off his guard. She examined the female before her, having never seen a Twili before. She noted the way she looked at Soto, guessing the Rito weren't from the Twilight realm.


He listened to the Twili's eccentric rambling, as she pulled out the crumpled letter, before scowling as she said that she had lost it. Impa didn't take disorganization or a bad preformance from anyone, and wasn't going to let it slide with this Twili "Extrodinaire". She scowled, standing straight, noting how the Twili began tapping her heel, her eyes shooting from one object to the next. "What did I write at the end of the letter," she asked, in a rather, "No-nonsense" sort of voice. She wouldn't tolerate behavior like this. They were out to save all of Hyrule, and this "Kylista" was acting like an excited school girl. Which, if Impa thought about it, made her less likely to be a spy, as a spy would try to play the part. But Impa could take no risks with this. If the Twili knew what she said at the end, she was hopefully trustworthy. Infact, the question wasn't so symbol. It was a trick question, as at the end of the letter, Impa had written an ancient symbol, a different symbol on each letter. If this one stated the symbol that Impa put on the letter addressed to the real Kylista, she might be just a little more trustworthy.


Once she had stated her answer, ((Which is correct... hopefully. If not, ignore this paragraph)), Impa nodded, gesturing to the manor behind her. "Several others have already arrived. Amice the Sheikah will show you to your rooms, and where you may find food." before sighing to herself, if she isn't drunk that is. Impa wasn't aware that Amice had continued drinking while on this journey, but she did know of Amice's..... habits from back in Hyrule Castle.





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Gerudo Desert





However, despite Jorgek's thoughts, the Gerudo would prove to be much harder than the proud Ikanans. The Ikanans were not ready for the dead to rise and slaughter them. Even though the Gerudo weren't either, they were now. And this was their homeland. The Gerudo would unquestionably spill blood or bones before they accepted defeat. Fast riding Gerudo Scouts were about the army at all times, watching it from when the blazing sun rose into the sky, to when it set into the cold night. They were too far out to be threatened by the Stalfos, unless they had a weapon they were unaware of, and the Gerudo scouts were too few to fight them. However, as the Stalfos journied deeper, bands of cavalry would appear from behind dunes, never closing with the Stalfos, knowing the fates of their sisters, but instead riding from farther off, launching volleys of arrows, until they fell back.


The waves of raiders and their arrows had little effect on the Stalfos physically, taking down much fewer than they would against a live army. But the message the arrows brought was clear. The Gerudo knew where Jorgek was, and would be more careful, denying him the slaughter he enjoyed days before.

Darknut Legion





Two long days after the slaughter, a rider rode into the fortress city of Ontheon, barely alive, dying in her saddle, to deliver her message. The Darknut Lords heard her pleas for assistance, telling them of how her people would perish by the hands of the Stalfos, and they accepted, gathering the Legion from Gerudo Valley, marching most of it North, to assist the Gerudo. Seven Hundred Darknut Legionnaires marched through the sands, the Earth quaking beneath their feet, the land itself aware of their march. The Darknuts were led by Lord Qur'aam a soldier by heart, gaining his position through a series of tournaments, as all Darknuts do. He wore a suit of some of the best armor the Darknuts could supply, and two of their mammoth swords.


The other part remained in Gerudo Valley, although many were sent to the border lines between the Gerudo and former Kingdom of Hyrule, to not just fight their own skirmishes, but to take the Gerudo's as well.


A week later, despite whatever Jorgek had accomplished, the Darknut Legion would arrive at the gates of Ashinon, ready to fight over the ruins, or aid the garrison repulse the Stalfos horde.

 

[Soulmuse]

Zael the Twili


Zael sighed as he approached the Snowpeak Ruins. A drift rose before him, and a minor effort of thought pushed him into the air, allowing him to clear the snowy pile with little effort. Absently, he brushed a few flakes of snow from his armor. Up ahead, he could see a stone bridge, leading into the ruins proper. With a grunt, the Twili rolled his shoulders, and resumed his trudge.


Several more short bursts of levitation later, Zael found himself standing at the end of the bridge. The snow was falling heavily now, and the cold finally managing to seep through the metal of his armor. Zael shivered, despite his effort not to, and pulled his cloak tighter. Not for the first time, he wished he had bothered to learn at least a basic fire spell. Unfortunately, the thought had apparently slipped his mind, and Zael resolved to remedy it, the next time he was in the Twilight Realm. Or, at least managed to find a respectable mage.


Shaking his head, Zael approached a figure he could just see through increasing snowfall. As he drew near, he could pick out a few features, which lead him to the belief that whoever this was, they meant business. He suspected this woman was a Skeikah, from her eyes, hair, and skin tone. He came to a stop before her, pulling his hands from his cloak, displaying the folded letter.


“I’m guessing you either sent this, or know who sent it?” He asked.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Zael the Twili
Zael sighed as he approached the Snowpeak Ruins. A drift rose before him, and a minor effort of thought pushed him into the air, allowing him to clear the snowy pile with little effort. Absently, he brushed a few flakes of snow from his armor. Up ahead, he could see a stone bridge, leading into the ruins proper. With a grunt, the Twili rolled his shoulders, and resumed his trudge.


Several more short bursts of levitation later, Zael found himself standing at the end of the bridge. The snow was falling heavily now, and the cold finally managing to seep through the metal of his armor. Zael shivered, despite his effort not to, and pulled his cloak tighter. Not for the first time, he wished he had bothered to learn at least a basic fire spell. Unfortunately, the thought had apparently slipped his mind, and Zael resolved to remedy it, the next time he was in the Twilight Realm. Or, at least managed to find a respectable mage.


Shaking his head, Zael approached a figure he could just see through increasing snowfall. As he drew near, he could pick out a few features, which lead him to the belief that whoever this was, they meant business. He suspected this woman was a Skeikah, from her eyes, hair, and skin tone. He came to a stop before her, pulling his hands from his cloak, displaying the folded letter.


“I’m guessing you either sent this, or know who sent it?” He asked.

"I am Impa, the sender of your letter," she said simply, her eyes scanning him. Another Twili. Another was planned to arrive, but had not showed up yet. "Welcome to Snowpeak, the most welcoming spot in all of Hyrule," she said with a small joking smile. "Several others have already arrived. Amice the Sheikah will show you to your rooms, and where you may find food." she stated, repeating precisely what she said to the other Twili.

 

[Red Thunder]

Snowpeak


The crackle of the huge fire echoed through the wide but low dining area, reaching places that the bright orange light couldn't. What it did illuminate was quite evidently old, though well cared for. A few large tables at about the place, each leg ornately carved. A large pot of stew sat on the fire pit, simmering. Even to the Goron the smell was appetizing. It almost made him want to try some.


But far more appealing was the pile of quartz and limestone on the farthest table. The large ornate chair, despite being evidently chosen for its size and strength, groaned as the heavy Trex sat upon it. Picking up a piece of the translucent quartz, he popped it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.


Apart from this Impa, a seasoned warrior I've no doubt, it seems the salvation of all Hyrule against Varon's legions are children. What good can they do?


He picked up another stone and examined it. No, if these young ones were like the others who he'd seen on the battlefield... The Goron tossed the rock in his mouth with a frown and swallowed it.


That Sheikah Impa had better have something up her sleeve, because the group that seemed to be gathering would be slaughtered quickly and unceremoniously. What he wouldn't give to have some actual experience in this rag tag team.


Children did not belong in a war.

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

Softwer replied to Amice the sheikah by saying," alright I'll wait. Say, are you from Kakariko Village? I think I might have seen your face before. I just live about half an hour away from the place." She didn't want to feel like she was interrogating, so she said it with ease.


"So that's is what's really been happening," Soto said, "well that's a crisis. I'll help, though I am not a person to fight. I'll be in the manor if you need me." She then went pass Impa and into the manor. There she saw the hylian she saw earlier and a person who looked to be like one of Impa's kind. She went up to both of them and said," hello, I'm Soto the Rito." She felt awkward since she knew that neither of them saw her kind before.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

What the hell was that about? Amice thought in confusion, watching the large Goron as he passed her and made his way to the mess hall, his heavy footsteps loud as they stirred up dust from the carpet. His words reminded her of the elders in her village, the way they always spoke in riddles when asked for advice. The young Shiekiah could tell that the Goron was saying something meaningful-she just didn’t know what. Perhaps she’d ponder it after she had another bottle or two.


Shrugging, she turned back to the girl, Softwer. She stared at her intently, trying to rack her brain for any memories of the hylian. When she couldn’t she shook her head. “Sorry Softwer, but I don’t remember ever seeing you before. This is the first time I’ve met you, I think. You’re a total stranger to me.”


At that moment another person appeared, this time another girl with…wings? Amice blinked, assessing her more closely. She looked about Amice’s age, her red eyes standing out against her dark skin and pure white hair. She wore simple clothing, but what immediately caught the young Shiekiah’s attention was that the girl had a beak instead of a nose, as well as bird like feet.


“Hello. I’m Soto the Rito.” The girl said quietly, looking rather uncomfortable.


Amice whistled, surprised with how many different races Impa had invited. “First Gorons, and now bird people?” She had heard rumors of flying people appearing around Lake Hylia, but didn’t believe them until now. “Things are getting interesting. What’s next, the Twili?” She said aloud, not knowing just how right she was.


Realizing how rude she was being, Amice had the grace to blush. “Sorry about that. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Soto. I’m Amice. I assume Chief Impa’s told you about why I’m here.” She explained. “I was going to suggest that we wait a little bit for the others and perhaps take a quick tour of the manor, but I’ve changed my mind. You guys look like hell.” She then gestured to the wooden doors on either side of the hall. “Those rooms are your sleeping quarters, go rest for a bit if you wish. Otherwise, go to the mess hall and get something to eat. It’s just ahead of us. Impa will talk to you all in a little bit.”


Once they had gone, the red head sighed. "I think I know how Chief Impa feels now."

 

[Synaria]

"Oh crap . . ." Kylista fumbled with the letter behind her and looked down at the white snow between them. She couldn't help but wonder if she maybe should have read all the way through it. "Uhh, well you see, the thing is . . . My dog ate it?" She offered hopefully. A quick glance at the hard gaze she was already receiving from the sheikah told her that wasn't going to cut it. With a drawn out sigh she recalled what she could of the letter. Every detail that came to mind she recited, from the color of parchment to the guestimated dimensions of the envelope, from how many segments it was folded into to the curious symbol placed at the bottom of the letter. Though, to be fair, all of the edges could be considered the bottom, depending on which way one viewed it. While her attention span left something to be desired, her memory, when actually called upon, was quite something. It was a part of what made her so capable with magic.


She noted the slight change in the woman's demeanor as she mentioned the symbol and ceased her description of the letter she received some days ago. It seemed she found the answer she was looking for. Kylista opened her mouth to ask if indeed she had, but promptly closed it as the woman standing across from her spoke. Rather than speak more and possibly agitate her momentary companion further, she simply gave a small nod and headed for the manor as indicated. Once about halfway there, she looked back over her shoulder, judging the distance and determining her to be far enough away from the hard ass sheikah. "Hopefully the one inside kept all the sticks away from her butt." Kylista grumbled as she pushed open the door to the garrison, entered, and promptly shut out the cold behind her.


Within, she immediately relaxed, extinguishing the small flame and giving a stretch to loosen the muscles stiff from the cold. The garrison was not what she would call homey, but it was largely better than what she had just come from. The shift of palettes from bleak white to bleak grey, though dull, was also a welcome change. Luckily, stone was not the only thing the manor offered. Farther ahead she detected the faint traces of food. Her stomach briefly urged her towards it with a light rumble. One of the others the sheikah spoke of seemed to be headed in that direction anyways, a goron, if she recalled the race name correctly. Closer to her there stood two hylians, no, one hylian and one sheikah, plus the bird like girl who had entered only a few moments ahead of her. She made a mental note to stop labeling every sheikah as a hylian at first glance. Assuming this was the sheikah the one out front spoke of, she approached with a bit of an exaggerated wave. She always liked meeting new people. It didn't mean she liked it five minutes later. "Greetings upon thee! Blessed be thee for Kylista graces your presence!" She introduced herself with a big smile which quickly faded. "I think I used too much pizzazz . . . Umm, hi. Grumpy outside said something about a room in which to stay and food and well, not much else, but she threatened to hurt me if I asked too many questions, so I figured it best to ask someone with less people issues and since you're talking to a kinda person, I figured you definitely had to be more people person than ol' Cold Shoulders out there. I mean, what a-" She clammed up, wondering why in the world she thought disrespecting a sheikah in front of another was a good idea. She gave the Hylian girl a silent nod, for once keeping quiet as to not put herself in possibly more hot water. Something about interrupting people being frowned upon niggled at the back of her mind, but she dismissed it as unimportant.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Softwer replied to Amice the sheikah by saying," alright I'll wait. Say, are you from Kakariko Village? I think I might have seen your face before. I just live about half an hour away from the place." She didn't want to feel like she was interrogating, so she said it with ease.
"So that's is what's really been happening," Soto said, "well that's a crisis. I'll help, though I am not a person to fight. I'll be in the manor if you need me." She then went pass Impa and into the manor. There she saw the hylian she saw earlier and a person who looked to be like one of Impa's kind. She went up to both of them and said," hello, I'm Soto the Rito." She felt awkward since she knew that neither of them saw her kind before.

Impa nodded simply as she headed into the manor. SHe was personally surprised a little, that so many had answered her invitations. Especially the Twili. Even Impa had to admit, that she was a little xenophobic at times. It was just that something semed off about those two Twili, standing right infront of her. One eccentric and hyper, the other dark, and rather quiet, almost... hiding something. Impa practically growled at the eccentric one, as she yammered and made excuses, before surprising Impa without exact details on the letter. She nodded, impressed by her memory. As the Twili Kylista said, Impa certainly did "Have a stick up her butt" today. Everyone and everything seemed to be trying to piss her off, and she was near the edge.


((Although I personaly love your character SYn, Impa will literally fucking strangle you xD ))

"Oh crap . . ." Kylista fumbled with the letter behind her and looked down at the white snow between them. She couldn't help but wonder if she maybe should have read all the way through it. "Uhh, well you see, the thing is . . . My dog ate it?" She offered hopefully. A quick glance at the hard gaze she was already receiving from the sheikah told her that wasn't going to cut it. With a drawn out sigh she recalled what she could of the letter. Every detail that came to mind she recited, from the color of parchment to the guestimated dimensions of the envelope, from how many segments it was folded into to the curious symbol placed at the bottom of the letter. Though, to be fair, all of the edges could be considered the bottom, depending on which way one viewed it. While her attention span left something to be desired, her memory, when actually called upon, was quite something. It was a part of what made her so capable with magic.
She noted the slight change in the woman's demeanor as she mentioned the symbol and ceased her description of the letter she received some days ago. It seemed she found the answer she was looking for. Kylista opened her mouth to ask if indeed she had, but promptly closed it as the woman standing across from her spoke. Rather than speak more and possibly agitate her momentary companion further, she simply gave a small nod and headed for the manor as indicated. Once about halfway there, she looked back over her shoulder, judging the distance and determining her to be far enough away from the hard ass sheikah. "Hopefully the one inside kept all the sticks away from her butt." Kylista grumbled as she pushed open the door to the garrison, entered, and promptly shut out the cold behind her.


Within, she immediately relaxed, extinguishing the small flame and giving a stretch to loosen the muscles stiff from the cold. The garrison was not what she would call homey, but it was largely better than what she had just come from. The shift of palettes from bleak white to bleak grey, though dull, was also a welcome change. Luckily, stone was not the only thing the manor offered. Farther ahead she detected the faint traces of food. Her stomach briefly urged her towards it with a light rumble. One of the others the sheikah spoke of seemed to be headed in that direction anyways, a goron, if she recalled the race name correctly. Closer to her there stood two hylians, no, one hylian and one sheikah, plus the bird like girl who had entered only a few moments ahead of her. She made a mental note to stop labeling every sheikah as a hylian at first glance. Assuming this was the sheikah the one out front spoke of, she approached with a bit of an exaggerated wave. She always liked meeting new people. It didn't mean she liked it five minutes later. "Greetings upon thee! Blessed be thee for Kylista graces your presence!" She introduced herself with a big smile which quickly faded. "I think I used too much pizzazz . . . Umm, hi. Grumpy outside said something about a room in which to stay and food and well, not much else, but she threatened to hurt me if I asked too many questions, so I figured it best to ask someone with less people issues and since you're talking to a kinda person, I figured you definitely had to be more people person than ol' Cold Shoulders out there. I mean, what a-" She clammed up, wondering why in the world she thought disrespecting a sheikah in front of another was a good idea. She gave the Hylian girl a silent nod, for once keeping quiet as to not put herself in possibly more hot water. Something about interrupting people being frowned upon niggled at the back of her mind, but she dismissed it as unimportant.