Fandom Broken Cycle (Legend Of Zelda)

[Soulmuse]

Zael listened in silence as the Sheikah introduced herself. She gave him a quick once over, much as he did the same to her. His first impression of Impa was only reinforced; the Sheikah woman meant business, and was a seasoned warrior. He gave an internal smile. That was good.


"Welcome to Snowpeak, the most welcoming spot in all of Hyrule," She told him, a slight bit of mirth pervading the words. "Several others have already arrived. Amice the Sheikah will show you to your rooms, and where you may find food." Zael nodded in thanks, grateful for the chance to get out of the cold.


“Thank you.” He gave Impa a nodded, and started moving towards the manor, trying to move as fast as he could, without appearing desperate. The cold had long since crept underneath his armor and padding, and it was all Zael could do not to shiver as he approached the doors. “Bloody mountains.” The Twili growled under his breath. While he knew, logically, the location was ideal for a meeting like this, hard to get to, both from the idea of scaling a mountain, to the blizzard that seemed to be forming.


He pushed open the manor doors, absently wishing the snow didn’t obscure the outside quite as much.


Immediately upon closing the door Zael sighed with relief. The interior was much warmer than outside, which hopefully would thaw his armor out quickly. Shaking snow from his cloak, he head in the direction of voices.


The manor was obviously once quite opulent, if the massive chandeliers, and somewhat decayed lavish wall decoration was anything to go by. Then again, Zael didn’t have much to go on when it came to Hylian wealth. Shaking his head, Zael stepped into a room, which wafted with the smell of food, probably some kind of stew.


Other people in the room included a Hylian girl, a bird girl, or at least Zael assumed the person was female, but never having met someone like that before, he couldn’t be sure. Finally, a second Sheikah stood, listening to what sounded like an introduction from a second Twili.


This drew a blink of shock, as he had not expected to meet another Twili here. After all, most of them were not warriors, or fighters.


Stepping into the sudden and almost deafening silence, Zael faced the Sheikah first. “I would assume you are Amice the Sheikah?” he asked, listening intently to her reply.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

Amice flinched in surprise at the voice, a bit spooked that she hadn’t noticed that someone else had arrived while she was talking. A chill ran through her body. Her years of training in stealth seemed to be meaningless. With the Rito and Hylian having gone ahead just moments before, she couldn’t believe that this…person before her had got in silent and undetected under they spoke. A Twili no less! Or at least, she deduced the woman before her was one, based on what Impa had told her one day. Odd markings covered her blue and black body from head to toe, seeming to give off an almost ethereal glow under the dull lights above. It was unsettling how the stranger had appeared, like she thrived within the shadows. Then again, that would make sense if she was from the Twilight Realm. Amice tried to ignore how the difference in height between them made her feel as short as ever. It brought back memories of how some teased her as a child, calling her names like Amy the Red Headed Midget.


Listening into the incessant rambling of the Twili, Kylista, before her the wonder that Amice faded as quickly as it had come. While slightly amused that the rather theatric girl had the balls to speak of her superior like that, she could easily sympathize with Impa’s attitude of ‘acting like a stick was up her ass’ if she had to deal with this sort of thing every day. What a mouth. There was something about the Twili that she liked though. With a sigh, Amice crossed her arms. “You talk too much. Do me a favor and don’t insult my superior like that, unless you’d like to be an unwilling volunteer for target practice. I’ve heard tales of how some poor bastards have had their hair accidently burnt off because of a misfired fireball during magic exercises.” The young shiekiah repressed a shudder, remembering the misfortune that had befallen a soldier named Richard a few months prior. “Your hair won’t grow back for months, even with magic.”


She listened to what Kylista said in response, and then continued, saying, “At any rate, I assume you heard what I was saying to the others, correct? I’m-“She stopped, something in her peripheral catching her attention. The red head tried not to gawk as another Twili step out from the shadows, this time a male. “I would assume you are Amice the Sheikah?” The Twili inquired, his deep voice loud in the suddenly silent hall. If he noticed Amice’s discomfort, he didn’t make note of it, to which she was grateful.


She cleared her throat. What the fuck is with all of the Twili all of the sudden? “Indeed.” Amice replied in a level voice. “May I ask who in the world you are?” Beneath her surprise, alarm bells were going off in her head. She knew why they had come all the way from the Twilight Realm all too clearly. Even an air head like herself could tell what it meant. Internally, she grimaced. Varon was growing quite powerful indeed.


After listening to the mysterious man’s reply, she gestured to either side of the hall as she had down several times before. “There’s your bed chambers if you need to rest.” She grunted. “Mess hall is just ahead. Impa will talk to you all in a bit.”


And speak on the devil, said woman walked in. She didn’t look that happy in the slightest.


~~~


(@SirDerpingtonIV @Soulmuse @Synaria )

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

Huh, and I though I saw her befo-





Softwer thoughts were haulted as a strange bird woman came up to her and Amice and introduced her self. She never seen or heard anything like that thing before even with all of the stories from her dad. Since her dad was in the military, he would often be gone for a while on assignment a distance away and then come back to tell about the new stuff and things he saw. She heard of many strange things like of the aquatic people called Zora and a race of giant, dog-like people, but nothing was like this. Her eye's stared at the bird woman that called herself Soto, however she tried to get her eyes off her to not look rude. "W-well my name," she said seeing that she should introduce herself," it's just Softwer." She then saw Impa come in through the door and decided that was enough of an excuse to go away.


She started to walk backwards, but then a mysterious creature came up to Amice and another of probably the same kind came after that. She knew now she couldn't leave without being rude. The two things were just like the Soto thing, things she had never seen or heard before. Oh please, what are these thing- Holy crap, that ones floating! Like when she saw Soto, she starred at them the tall things, she kept a little more focus on the floating thing.


Soto felt a little awkward with Softwer staring at her, but she was expecting it. She knew that neither of them would have seen her kind before. "I know," she said," I'm Ms. Mysterious to you two an-" She stopped as she saw two things she knew she definitely never seen in the great seas she was from. Sweet mother of Valoo, what the heck are those two things? Like the hylian girl next to her, she stared at the two with awe.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Huh, and I though I saw her befo-



Softwer thoughts were haulted as a strange bird woman came up to her and Amice and introduced her self. She never seen or heard anything like that thing before even with all of the stories from her dad. Since her dad was in the military, he would often be gone for a while on assignment a distance away and then come back to tell about the new stuff and things he saw. She heard of many strange things like of the aquatic people called Zora and a race of giant, dog-like people, but nothing was like this. Her eye's stared at the bird woman that called herself Soto, however she tried to get her eyes off her to not look rude. "W-well my name," she said seeing that she should introduce herself," it's just Softwer." She then saw Impa come in through the door and decided that was enough of an excuse to go away.


She started to walk backwards, but then a mysterious creature came up to Amice and another of probably the same kind came after that. She knew now she couldn't leave without being rude. The two things were just like the Soto thing, things she had never seen or heard before. Oh please, what are these thing- Holy crap, that ones floating! Like when she saw Soto, she starred at them the tall things, she kept a little more focus on the floating thing.


Soto felt a little awkward with Softwer staring at her, but she was expecting it. She knew that neither of them would have seen her kind before. "I know," she said," I'm Ms. Mysterious to you two an-" She stopped as she saw two things she knew she definitely never seen in the great seas she was from. Sweet mother of Valoo, what the heck are those two things? Like the hylian girl next to her, she stared at the two with awe.

@SirDerpingtonIV[/URL] @Soulmuse @Synaria )

Zael listened in silence as the Sheikah introduced herself. She gave him a quick once over, much as he did the same to her. His first impression of Impa was only reinforced; the Sheikah woman meant business, and was a seasoned warrior. He gave an internal smile. That was good.
"Welcome to Snowpeak, the most welcoming spot in all of Hyrule," She told him, a slight bit of mirth pervading the words. "Several others have already arrived. Amice the Sheikah will show you to your rooms, and where you may find food." Zael nodded in thanks, grateful for the chance to get out of the cold.


“Thank you.” He gave Impa a nodded, and started moving towards the manor, trying to move as fast as he could, without appearing desperate. The cold had long since crept underneath his armor and padding, and it was all Zael could do not to shiver as he approached the doors. “Bloody mountains.” The Twili growled under his breath. While he knew, logically, the location was ideal for a meeting like this, hard to get to, both from the idea of scaling a mountain, to the blizzard that seemed to be forming.


He pushed open the manor doors, absently wishing the snow didn’t obscure the outside quite as much.


Immediately upon closing the door Zael sighed with relief. The interior was much warmer than outside, which hopefully would thaw his armor out quickly. Shaking snow from his cloak, he head in the direction of voices.


The manor was obviously once quite opulent, if the massive chandeliers, and somewhat decayed lavish wall decoration was anything to go by. Then again, Zael didn’t have much to go on when it came to Hylian wealth. Shaking his head, Zael stepped into a room, which wafted with the smell of food, probably some kind of stew.


Other people in the room included a Hylian girl, a bird girl, or at least Zael assumed the person was female, but never having met someone like that before, he couldn’t be sure. Finally, a second Sheikah stood, listening to what sounded like an introduction from a second Twili.


This drew a blink of shock, as he had not expected to meet another Twili here. After all, most of them were not warriors, or fighters.


Stepping into the sudden and almost deafening silence, Zael faced the Sheikah first. “I would assume you are Amice the Sheikah?” he asked, listening intently to her reply.

"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.

[QUOTE="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.

[/QUOTE]
Impa


Impa walked into the manor, looking around, listening to them talk. She scowled slightly, being so strangely pissed off today. However, she said nothing, walking straight passed them, to the manor's master bedroom, which Impa had turned into her main office, the walls covered in maps of military movements, scrolls, letters, tacked on with knives. She looked around, not even spending a moment to take in the quiet, before taking a seat, going to work. She was quite worried in all honesty, pulling out a leather bound book, a Sheikah symbol painted on the cover, with her own name written beneath. Others would call it a journal or "Diary," but for Impa, it was more. It was a mix of many things, but mostly a way to keep track of training, events, rations, all sorts of things. She held it in her hands, rubbing her red eyes tiredly, before opening to a page.


Thursday, Fifth week of The Cold Quarter, ((I am making up this time keeping system. Years are divided into 4 quarters for each season. Months are non existant))


Today started out just as planned. No sightings of the Mountain Blins, but no sightings of our visitors either. A storm was visible on the horizon, and we believed it wouldn't strike until days later. We were wrong, when it touched down this afternoon, as the warriors began to arrive. Trex of the Gorons, Kylista and Zael of the Twili,Soto of the Rito, and Softwer of the Hylians. It was nowhere near as many as I had hoped, but she hoped it would be good enough. Although, I did hear of rumors that more would be coming, including another Twili, two more Hylians, and a Darknut, to name a few. I was not excited to say the least about the Darknut. Under Ganondorf, they slaughtered countless Hylians, and prevented the war from ending as early as it could have. Although they and the Gerudo fought Varon, I trusted neither races, and was actually not going to invite them. But I knew I had to, as to not risk angering any other races. I've even invited the Lizalfos, to help matters more.


Before Link was slain, he told me to always think the best of people, and always see the light in one's heart. But I cannot do so that easily. But none the less, I shall try.


She kept the journal so that if she fell in battle, her second in command could take over. In this case, she had actually made plans to name her second in command Amice. The girl would be surprised, she knew, but Impa could see promise in her capabilities. ((Plus she was one of the few Sheikah there)). She got up, heading down to the dining hall, to eat with the others, as she took a seat at the head of the table.

 

[Red Thunder]

The heavy dining hall door closed with a thud, and Trex looked up from the hole he was staring into the table. At the sight of the lead Sheikah, he nodded respectfully. As she sat, he got up heavily and shuffled over to her, standing back a few feet with his arms at his sides. He wanted to speak with her before the others entered.


"I have concerns," he stated. "War cannot be won with young ones, but it seems only those answered your call."


The Goron grunted unhappily, the firelight reflected off his eyes, as he waited.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

[QUOTE="Red Thunder]The heavy dining hall door closed with a thud, and Trex looked up from the hole he was staring into the table. At the sight of the lead Sheikah, he nodded respectfully. As she sat, he got up heavily and shuffled over to her, standing back a few feet with his arms at his sides. He wanted to speak with her before the others entered.
"I have concerns," he stated. "War cannot be won with young ones, but it seems only those answered your call."


The Goron grunted unhappily, the firelight reflected off his eyes, as he waited.

[/QUOTE]
Impa nodded, his concerns matching her own. "I am aware they are young," she said simply, thinking. "I personally expected them to be older myself. But alas, that is not how it worked out." she continued. She took a bite of the food infront of her, thinking some more. "Even if they are children, it would be wise not to underestimate them. I invited them here because their abilities have caught my eye. And I have very accurate eyes."

 

[Red Thunder]

Impa nodded, his concerns matching her own. "I am aware they are young," she said simply, thinking. "I personally expected them to be older myself. But alas, that is not how it worked out." she continued. She took a bite of the food infront of her, thinking some more. "Even if they are children, it would be wise not to underestimate them. I invited them here because their abilities have caught my eye. And I have very accurate eyes."

"And I've a keen nose for stone. But the Master can sometimes be fooled."


Trex stood a few moments more, crossing his arms and stroking his beard in thought. Finally he nodded.


"I will reserve my judgements. So long as there is an enemy to be fought, I will be here, regardless of...allies. Or their ages."


As he pondered further, he cast a glance at the door. The shadows danced in the firelight, giving him the impression that the ornate door was shifting and moving, a living thing. The darkness became long and thin. Serpentine. His hand moved from his beard to the jewel he wore about his neck, and he gripped it securely. After a moment or two, Trex shook himself and glanced back at Impa.


"What others are coming?"

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

[QUOTE="Red Thunder]"And I've a keen nose for stone. But the Master can sometimes be fooled."
Trex stood a few moments more, crossing his arms and stroking his beard in thought. Finally he nodded.


"I will reserve my judgements. So long as there is an enemy to be fought, I will be here, regardless of...allies. Or their ages."


As he pondered further, he cast a glance at the door. The shadows danced in the firelight, giving him the impression that the ornate door was shifting and moving, a living thing. The darkness became long and thin. Serpentine. His hand moved from his beard to the jewel he wore about his neck, and he gripped it securely. After a moment or two, Trex shook himself and glanced back at Impa.


"What others are coming?"

[/QUOTE]
She scowled at what he said, frustrated that someone had doubted her judgement. She tolerated none of that from those under her command, this Goron would have to learn that. But now was not that time. "That is good Trex." she nodded, noticing him staring off at the door. He turned his head, watching the door way, unable to see what he was seeing. She looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. "There are many others coming. Hylians, Twili, a Darknut, to name a few," she said, nodding. "You are still the oldest, but the Darknut is of thirty five years, being the closest to you, besides myself, and several of the veteran warriors under my command. And besides, judging someone by their age is never a good move. After all, we were all saved by Link, weren't we? Wasn't he the same age as these warriors I have assembled?"

 

[Red Thunder]

Again he nodded, his beard wagging as he did.


"To be certain, though the Triforce gives skill where there might be none."





The Goron grunted.


"But you are my commander, by my free will. I will follow as you lead."





Turning, he stepped away, only to come up suddenly and spin around just as quickly. Trex's brow was furrowed in concern, and his voice rumbled even deeper than usual, though he did not shout.


"A Darknut? You trust one of those mercenaries?"





Fire shone in his eyes that had nothing to do with the hearth. His mouth was a thin line, and his face was tight. But suddenly his mood cooled, and he was back to normal.


"But no. I said I will follow so long as there is an enemy to be fought, and I shall. Regardless of allies.


"Or enemies."





Silently he turned, ponderously walking back to his table in the shadowy corner.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

[QUOTE="Red Thunder]Again he nodded, his beard wagging as he did.
"To be certain, though the Triforce gives skill where there might be none."





The Goron grunted.


"But you are my commander, by my free will. I will follow as you lead."





Turning, he stepped away, only to come up suddenly and spin around just as quickly. Trex's brow was furrowed in concern, and his voice rumbled even deeper than usual, though he did not shout.


"A Darknut? You trust one of those mercenaries?"





Fire shone in his eyes that had nothing to do with the hearth. His mouth was a thin line, and his face was tight. But suddenly his mood cooled, and he was back to normal.


"But no. I said I will follow so long as there is an enemy to be fought, and I shall. Regardless of allies.


"Or enemies."





Silently he turned, ponderously walking back to his table in the shadowy corner.

[/QUOTE]
Nodded, knowing his exact suspicions of the Darknuts, as he deepened the tone of his voice, teetering on the edge of shouting. "You make the mistake of believing I trust them too," she muttered, looking over at him, her red eyes almost piercing his rocky hide. "I do not trust the Darknuts. I hate them, to be more accurate. I hate them, for what they have done to Hyrule, along with all the other servants of Ganondorf." she spat. "But I recognize that it is required that all of us fight Varon instead of one another."

 

[Atom]

(How to start? )

 

[Red Thunder]

Trex paused in his stride to look back at Impa.


"We all have our reasons, Sheikah, different though ours might be. But I'm glad to know I'm not alone in my feelings."


He turned away and continued his path to his table.

 

[Flawless]

Shasro'mon Ahel Kismus-tyaz Ginba'ne slowly trudged his way to the stone fortress in the distance, obscured by the fat, fluffy flakes of snow falling from the darkened, cloudy sky. His dark, well oiled armour barely made a sound in the quiet, white surroundings, yet his boots sank deeply into the snow, deeper than any other faint footprints he could make out from the small slit in his helmet.


He looked up once more to the fortress. It had snuck up on him while he was examining the snow beneath his feet. He paused a step away from the bridge.


The snow had been cleared off the stonework, so as soon as his boots made contact with the frosted surface, it gave off a dull yet loud clang, immediately alerting the guards left outside.


They quickly drew weapons, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had been prepared for worse. His kind had not shaken free their bloodied image from when they had served under Ganondorf, but he knew only time would be able to heal something like that.


He held up one of his massive, steel plated hands as he took a few more slow steps onto the bridge.


"At ease. I was summoned here at the wishes of the one named Impa." he spoke, his voice rumbling in his chest, muffled a little by his helmet.


He pulled the folded parchment from a small compartment in the underside of his left vambrace, and handed it to the guard closest to him.


He sheathed his sword and took it, eyes scanning across the lines of writing. He glanced back up (having to crane his neck quite far) at Shasro'mon, suspicion and slight disgust in his expression. But he was used to it. He cared little for the petty feelings of this Hylian soldier. But he still folded it back up and handed it curtly back to the waiting Darknut.


"Go on through." he muttered behind gritted teeth.


Shasro'mon took it, nodded briefly in thanks and strode past, not sparing him a second glance.


He opened the doors with more force than he intended. He had expected more resistance from the solid looking thing, but he was disappointed. It crashed against the walls, a sound that was probably heard throughout the entire fortress. But he brushed it off like nothing had happened, pretty much unfazed. He let it swing shut behind him as he moved further into the garrison, stopping in an clear area near the wall. He immediately noticed the wide collection of races gathered her. Twilis. Sheikahs. Hylians. Bird people? He had heard of them, certainly, yet wasn't expecting to see one here.


Yet where was this woman called Impa? Not seeing anyone whom he assumed as being her, he saw the doors towards the mess hall, judging by his heightened sense of smell, and started towards them. He didn't bother to greet any of the others. He would just be met with the same reaction as with the guards.


(@SirDerpingtonIV?)

 

[Soulmuse]

Zael couldn’t help but notice that he, and perhaps the other Twili were making everyone uncomfortable. Just as he had never seen a bird person, most of the other races had little exposure to the Twili. Being that he’d spent a fair amount of time in Hyrule, Zael was used to the stares, and ignored them; knowing comments would only make them feel less comfortable.


He listened to her words, offering a quick nod in response. Perhaps shortly, he would find food, after getting this infernal armor off, and let it warm up. And maybe eat some of whatever it was the smelled good. Still, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to talk with some of the others, try and maybe soothe some ruffled feathers. His attention was diverted however, by Amice, speaking. As he guessed, she was the Sheikah in the room.


“Indeed.” Amice replied, “May I ask who in the world you are?” Zael bowed his head slightly.


“I am Zael, of the Twili.” He gave a sidelong look at the other Twili, unsure what to make of her. She just seemed, well to be honest, Zael wasn’t sure. He didn’t like judging people without interacting with them at all, but something about this Twili just rubbed him wrong. Maybe it was how she fidgeted, or something. Zael mentally shook himself, listening intently to the Sheikah’s next words.


His mind waged a quick war, for a second. Stay and talk? Or get out of this infernal armor he wore, and eat? That battle didn’t last long, and so Zael turned to the other Twili, absently levitating to do so. Shorter than him, shorter hair than Twili woman often had, and a runic robe. So she was a mage.


“So what brings you here?” he asked. “I wasn’t aware of any other Twili summoned to this place, or that especially wanted to be involved in fighting Varon?” That was beyond the truth, Zael thought grimly. The Twili were a peaceful people ,which made his swordsmanship all the more rare. “For that matter, who even are you?” He asked her.


@Synaria

 

[Synaria]

Kylista chuckled nervously, tapping her two index fingers together as the sheikah, Amice, warned her to watch her tongue. It happened before. She didn't always make the best first impressions and tended to get chewed out fairly regular. Luckily, she didn't hold it to heart. Though she was a little bummed at having stepped on someone's toes so quickly, she brightened up at the mention of magic. "Oh, don't worry about that! I'm completely immune to fire when I'm not being burned." She boasted proudly, puffing out her chest slightly. "I can honestly say that one hundred percent of the time I've not been on fire, I haven't been on fire." That was a fact, and facts made everything right. She beamed at Amice.


About to go into another series of ramblings about how often she had and had not been on fire, she stopped short as it was her turn to be surprised by the presence of a Twili. She had been much to involved with herself and Amice to realize someone had entered behind her. Tiliting her head slightly to the side she observed the male Twili, Zael, the Shadowy Interloper! (sans the pizzazz), as he spoke. A brief frown crossed her features as she couldn't place him. That was nothing unusual though. Not knowing people was part of a shut-ins job. Her few acquaintances were mostly other Twili just as deeply invested in the workings of magic as she. He seemed off. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully and tuned out their conversation.


"Who even are you?" While she completely missed the previous questions, this one snapped her back to reality. It was her favorite. She stared briefly at where she thought his face would be before tilting her head up several inches to look at him. "Me? I am Kylista, Devourer of Knowledge and Purveyor of Teas! Wait, no. Let me try that again. I am Kylista, Devourer of Teas and Purveyor of Knowledge!" That one didn't seem right either. She held her chin thoughtfully and fell silent. Introductions were the key to interaction and she was botching this one. "Definitely not teas. Not trees either. Tresses? Nah. Tongues? Ew." She grumbled in an aside to herself before the word she searched for came back to her. "Aha! Tomes! And you didn't believe I'd remember." She puffed up proudly for the second time without reason. "You're Zael, right? You're too wide." The words were delivered flatly and completely seriously. He was 'off' due to his physique. It didn't match her limited scope of what she knew Twili to look like. In fact, his build was closer to the hylian or the sheikah's, just plus a head or two.


Noticing the stares of the rito and the hylian fixated on them, rather than offer to shrink him like she'd planned, she took one long step to the side, distancing herself. "Uhh, he did it!" She pointed accusingly at the other Twili and bailed before they could blame her for the death of the family pet. It happened before. She headed straight for the smell of food, pack still in hand. If she was going to get kicked out, she was going to do so on a full stomach at least.

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

“Uh Chief…?” Amice’s voice was hesitant, her words trailing off as she watched the elder Shiekiah pass her and the others with barely a glance in their direction, a scowl twisting her features. Having been around Impa for years, the red head could tell by the woman’s posture that she didn’t want to be bothered at that particular moment, that something was bothering her. She looked exhausted and tense, like she could attack someone who dared got in her way. For that reason Amice said nothing else, deciding to silence her concerns for the time being out of fear of a tongue lashing.


When the older woman was long gone Amice sighed, not really paying attention to what the Twili was talking about. Jeez the Chief looks even more uptight as usual, and I have a feeling I know why. It’s a shame she doesn’t drink, otherwise I’d give her one of my bottles to kick back and relax. And speaking of booze…She looked up in longing towards the chandelier she had been sitting on earlier, wishing she had the bottle in her hands.


At that moment the old doors leading outside suddenly slammed open and then shut with enough force that the sound seemed to reverberate throughout the fortress, tearing Amice from her thoughts. On instinct her hands reached for the daggers hidden beneath her cloak. “Who’s there?” She growled, doubting it was the wind.


Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. What could only be heavy, heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall, even louder than the Gorons. A figure appeared from around the corner, making Amice’s heart skip a beat. It looked like a knight, standing tall in black armor, but…not quite human. Was it what she thought it was?


She could feel its eyes on her, giving her and the others a once over. Rather than attack though like she thought it would, the knight like creature instead started to move past them.


“Hey asshole-I meah uh Darknut!.” Amice called, finally thinking of a name for the creature as she intercepted its path. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re nuts if you think I’ll just willingly let you go on without-“ She stopped, her mind catching up with her. She glanced up at the Darknut. “You’re here for Impa, aren’t you?”


@Flawless

 

[Red Thunder]

A Darknut. Why would she ask one of those here? But, 'The sleeping volcano is just as good as the mountain for escaping the flood', I suppose. Though this volcano had better not awake, for there will be consequences.


The dining hall door creaked open and closed again. The Goron looked up, curious. A small being of black, covered in threads of blue and topped with fiery red hair, stood just inside the door, looking a bit panicked. A Twili? Was that why she was floating? He swallowed the limestone in his mouth. She looked very young. He felt a groan rising in his chest.


But then, if Impa was right about her summons, the Twili was meant to be here. He would accept it, even if he didn't like it. Trex leaned back in his chair and popped more rocks in his mouth, turning his attention back to his thoughts, and to the shadow he'd seen on the door. But curiosity had found a foothold, and the Goron watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering what she was up to.


@Synaria

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Kylista chuckled nervously, tapping her two index fingers together as the sheikah, Amice, warned her to watch her tongue. It happened before. She didn't always make the best first impressions and tended to get chewed out fairly regular. Luckily, she didn't hold it to heart. Though she was a little bummed at having stepped on someone's toes so quickly, she brightened up at the mention of magic. "Oh, don't worry about that! I'm completely immune to fire when I'm not being burned." She boasted proudly, puffing out her chest slightly. "I can honestly say that one hundred percent of the time I've not been on fire, I haven't been on fire." That was a fact, and facts made everything right. She beamed at Amice.
About to go into another series of ramblings about how often she had and had not been on fire, she stopped short as it was her turn to be surprised by the presence of a Twili. She had been much to involved with herself and Amice to realize someone had entered behind her. Tiliting her head slightly to the side she observed the male Twili, Zael, the Shadowy Interloper! (sans the pizzazz), as he spoke. A brief frown crossed her features as she couldn't place him. That was nothing unusual though. Not knowing people was part of a shut-ins job. Her few acquaintances were mostly other Twili just as deeply invested in the workings of magic as she. He seemed off. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully and tuned out their conversation.


"Who even are you?" While she completely missed the previous questions, this one snapped her back to reality. It was her favorite. She stared briefly at where she thought his face would be before tilting her head up several inches to look at him. "Me? I am Kylista, Devourer of Knowledge and Purveyor of Teas! Wait, no. Let me try that again. I am Kylista, Devourer of Teas and Purveyor of Knowledge!" That one didn't seem right either. She held her chin thoughtfully and fell silent. Introductions were the key to interaction and she was botching this one. "Definitely not teas. Not trees either. Tresses? Nah. Tongues? Ew." She grumbled in an aside to herself before the word she searched for came back to her. "Aha! Tomes! And you didn't believe I'd remember." She puffed up proudly for the second time without reason. "You're Zael, right? You're too wide." The words were delivered flatly and completely seriously. He was 'off' due to his physique. It didn't match her limited scope of what she knew Twili to look like. In fact, his build was closer to the hylian or the sheikah's, just plus a head or two.


Noticing the stares of the rito and the hylian fixated on them, rather than offer to shrink him like she'd planned, she took one long step to the side, distancing herself. "Uhh, he did it!" She pointed accusingly at the other Twili and bailed before they could blame her for the death of the family pet. It happened before. She headed straight for the smell of food, pack still in hand. If she was going to get kicked out, she was going to do so on a full stomach at least.

Impa's head shot up as Kylista entered the room, shooting to her feet, blade in hand. She froze, seeing who it was, lowering and sheathing her weapon. She was about to attempt an apology, before she heard the castle gates crash open, and pulled out her sword, sprinting off into the hallway, ready to fight, seeing the Darknut. She practically growled at it. "I am Impa!" she practically shouted. "Have you come for the letter?" she was angry. REAL angry. She would not tolerate a DARKNUT, bursting in here, slamming doors open! She may be Sheikah, she may be a warrior, and not a noble, but she deserved more respect than that! She visibly had great trouble restraining herself from practically bursting in anger, as she ignored Zael, and everyone else present, demanding some explaination from this Darknut. And if his explaination didn't satisfy her, she was happy to add his corpse to the piles and piles that fell to Link, and the armies of Hyrule. She would be happy to shove his race of miserable mutts towards extinction. They deserved it. They didn't deserve any part of Hyrule! Her anger and hatred raged through her, uncontrollable. It was then that she noticed Amice, her soon to be second in command, and she attempted to calm herself down, to show a good example.

@Flawless[/URL]

((I'm cool with Darknuts, no worries. I was going to have a Darknut character before Flawless made hers. *Grumpy face* Just kidding, it's cool))

Shasro'mon Ahel Kismus-tyaz Ginba'ne slowly trudged his way to the stone fortress in the distance, obscured by the fat, fluffy flakes of snow falling from the darkened, cloudy sky. His dark, well oiled armour barely made a sound in the quiet, white surroundings, yet his boots sank deeply into the snow, deeper than any other faint footprints he could make out from the small slit in his helmet.
He looked up once more to the fortress. It had snuck up on him while he was examining the snow beneath his feet. He paused a step away from the bridge.


The snow had been cleared off the stonework, so as soon as his boots made contact with the frosted surface, it gave off a dull yet loud clang, immediately alerting the guards left outside.


They quickly drew weapons, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had been prepared for worse. His kind had not shaken free their bloodied image from when they had served under Ganondorf, but he knew only time would be able to heal something like that.


He held up one of his massive, steel plated hands as he took a few more slow steps onto the bridge.


"At ease. I was summoned here at the wishes of the one named Impa." he spoke, his voice rumbling in his chest, muffled a little by his helmet.

He pulled the folded parchment from a small compartment in the underside of his left vambrace, and handed it to the guard closest to him.


He sheathed his sword and took it, eyes scanning across the lines of writing. He glanced back up (having to crane his neck quite far) at Shasro'mon, suspicion and slight disgust in his expression. But he was used to it. He cared little for the petty feelings of this Hylian soldier. But he still folded it back up and handed it curtly back to the waiting Darknut.


"Go on through." he muttered behind gritted teeth.


Shasro'mon took it, nodded briefly in thanks and strode past, not sparing him a second glance.


He opened the doors with more force than he intended. He had expected more resistance from the solid looking thing, but he was disappointed. It crashed against the walls, a sound that was probably heard throughout the entire fortress. But he brushed it off like nothing had happened, pretty much unfazed. He let it swing shut behind him as he moved further into the garrison, stopping in an clear area near the wall. He immediately noticed the wide collection of races gathered her. Twilis. Sheikahs. Hylians. Bird people? He had heard of them, certainly, yet wasn't expecting to see one here.


Yet where was this woman called Impa? Not seeing anyone whom he assumed as being her, he saw the doors towards the mess hall, judging by his heightened sense of smell, and started towards them. He didn't bother to greet any of the others. He would just be met with the same reaction as with the guards.


(@SirDerpingtonIV?)

 

[Synaria]

Kylista breathed a small sigh as she closed the door behind her. She took a breath and smoothed out her robes, looking towards the table. What she saw was not a welcome sight. The grumpy sheikah was glaring at her, weapon in hand. She knew their first meeting had not been the greatest, but she didn't think it was THAT bad. The twili nearly mewled helplessly, seeing the anger and frustration alight in the sheikah's eyes. Luckily, a moment later, Impa was sheathing her weapon. A much more prominent sigh escaped Kylista. She'd live to fill her growing hunger. Or not . . .


The rampaging sheikah covered the distance to the door quicker than Kylista thought possible and she only just scrambled out of the way, fleeing inwards. Whatever was causing such a ruckus, it was not long for this world. Making her way towards the source of the intoxicating aroma, Kylista threw several glances over her shoulder to make sure the sheikah hadn't rounded on her. "She could use a hug . . . Or hundred." She thought aloud once she reached the cauldron of steaming food, though she made sure to keep her voice down as to not further incite the woman. She'd heard that hugs were a cure all and could turn the sourest mood around. She was pretty sure a mood like that didn't get fixed by being held awkwardly.


Seeing she passed the bowls unknowingly, she reached out with her magic and held out her hand. The bowl floated gracefully through the air and landed in her outstretched hand with a small smack. A stream of soup followed soon after, twisting and coiling through the air to land in the bowl without splashing a drop of the heated liquid. Lastly, a spoon stuck itself into the center, held in place by the combination of meats and veggies. Satisfied, Kylista turned to find a seat, but stopped, casting a glance from side to side. A moment later several more chunks of potato found their way into her bowl. After her second trip to this world, she'd become quite fond of the root vegetable.


Taking a gander about the room, she found only one other person in the room now, besides herself. A goron. She didn't know much about the race other than what she read, but she did know they didn't like being used as tables. She also knew, from personal experience, that they didn't like being shouted at after dumping her dishes off their back. It wasn't her fault his back was the perfect receptacle for her cup at the time. She decided as long as they weren't used as tables they were probably all right. Hopefully. With her decision made, she plopped herself down onto the table the goron sat out, foregoing the use of a chair altogether. Scooping up a spoonful of the stew, she stuffed it into her mouth and whimpered. It was hot. She tried to keep the food from sitting in one place too much as she quickly chewed and swallowed it. "Ow . . ." Another spoonful quickly replaced the first and she hungrily ate the scalding soup. After a few bites to sate her immediate hunger, she addressed the goron. She'd definitely get this introduction right. Setting her bowl to the side, she picked up one of the quartz stones from the pile and set it behind her. "Guess I"m caught," She paused for dramatic effect, as the young hylian had taught her, "Between a rock and a hard place." She couldn't help but grin and think to herself, 'Perfect!' She was sure this introduction was going to go well.

 

[OrenjiGatsu]

Softwer continued to stare at the things with Soto only then to see one look back at them. Ah crap and I thought I was going to live longer! However, she found out that she wasn't dead and She then realized that the creature must have been as scared as they were since it ran away saying that the other next to it did something.


After that, she then found that then was a good time to leave. She decided to let Soto the bird woman come along and so she whispered to her," Let's get out of here before more come."





"Agreed," Soto replied to Softwer. With that, the both started to slowly walk towards the dining hall. The made it to the door, but only then did the front doors slam open.


In came a giant person in armor. Soto didn't realize what it was, but Softwer did. She knew what it was from her dad's stories; It was a Darknut mercenary, and those guys mean business. She got out her katana, but while doing that the doors to the dining hall behind her opened and bumped into her. Impa came out of there and went up to the Darknut with a sword in her hand. Softwer got her's out and stared at the thing awaiting for its next movement.

 

[Red Thunder]

A look of mild incredulity crossed Trex's face. As she had gotten her stew and walked over, he'd largely ignored her, or at least attempted to, especially in consideration of that slamming door outside. But now, with the Twili girl sitting at his overly large table making puns at him, the Goron looked straight at her. Eyebrows raised, he snorted, but it was almost a laugh.


"Well, you're creative, anyway, little Twili, and creativity often means intellect.


"If not necessarily wisdom. Be careful of the soup; as you've noticed, it's hot."


Reaching into the pile, he grabbed another handful of stones and tossed them in his mouth. This little one was certainly different, she and the young Sheikah. People didn't usually simply approach him in a friendly manner.


Little good that would do in a fight. But he'd promised Impa he'd follow her lead. So Trex picked out a few stones of quartz and placed them beside her bowl.


"Put these in your food. They're naturally cold and will help cool your soup."


@Synaria

 

[Flawless]

Shasro'mon

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Shasro'mon was tense, his senses on high alert; he knew all too well the danger of walking in somewhere like here. They must have been desperate to summon him here, to put hope in a mercenary like him to help save their crumbling Kingdom, where, in the past, he also had a hand in the onslaught against it. It was ironic.


Already he had experienced the hostility of the guards and the travellers he had passed by on his long journey to get here. Somewhere inside his mind, he understood their reasons, at least a little. But it still pissed him off. A lot.


"Hey asshole- I mean uh, Darknut!" he heard someone call as a small figure cut across his path, forcing him to come to a halt. As she spoke, his hand instinctively strayed a little closer to his two bladed battle axe, Sky Cleaver. His hidden eyes narrowed, focusing intently on this small Sheikah. Most things looked small to him, but she seemed... Exceptionally short. The only one that he had seen so far that came close to him in height was the male Twili. Strange creatures. The Twili certainly didn't fail to intrigue him.


"Yes, small Sheikah, I am." He rumbled, trying not to let his irritation show. "I did receive the letter, after all-"


But he was cut off by the doors to the mess hall bursting open, a furious Shekiah charging inwards. The first thing he saw was her openly drawn blade, and he reacted instantly. He drew his axe in a flurry, gripping the extraordinarily large and heavy weapon in both gauntlets before him. His very body was coiled and tense, giving off the image of a lion about to spring. It was a natural reflex, his tufted ears flattening against his skull inside his helmet.


"I am Impa!" He heard her declare in an overly loud voice. "Have you come for the letter?"


He stared down at her for a few moments.


He could tell she was about to explode. Was it the door that had upset her?... Maybe not just that.. The look in her eyes says something more...


He couldn't help but feel slightly angry by her attitude and words. He had come here to help these people. They had asked him, no less, and this was the welcome he got? Yet, it seems that this is the way it is..


He relaxed his stance a notch as it became apparent he wouldn't have to fight her, at least immediately. Yet the sound of another Hylian girl drawing her blade kept him on guard. However, he slowly lowered his axe a little.


"So you are the Impa who sent me the letter? Good." he growled slightly. "I have come as you have requested. And I apologise for the door, as I did not realise how little resistance it had."


He did not want to start a fight, however rude both of these Sheikahs were currently being. Carefully, as not to provoke the already angry Impa or the red headed one for that matter, he turned his axe so it was facing downwards and placed the head onto the cold floor. His hands did remain resting on the pommel, however. He slowed his heart rate and his breathing, controlling his anger.


"I do not with to start a fight with you, Sheikah, nor do I wish for bad blood between our kinds. Yet because of what happened over three years ago, I believe that to be impossible. Yet things have changed. We all have a common enemy now, and for now at least, should we put away our differences?"

 

[Red Thunder]

@Johnomono

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Shasro'mon

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Shasro'mon was tense, his senses on high alert; he knew all too well the danger of walking in somewhere like here. They must have been desperate to summon him here, to put hope in a mercenary like him to help save their crumbling Kingdom, where, in the past, he also had a hand in the onslaught against it. It was ironic.


Already he had experienced the hostility of the guards and the travellers he had passed by on his long journey to get here. Somewhere inside his mind, he understood their reasons, at least a little. But it still pissed him off. A lot.


"Hey asshole- I mean uh, Darknut!" he heard someone call as a small figure cut across his path, forcing him to come to a halt. As she spoke, his hand instinctively strayed a little closer to his two bladed battle axe, Sky Cleaver. His hidden eyes narrowed, focusing intently on this small Sheikah. Most things looked small to him, but she seemed... Exceptionally short. The only one that he had seen so far that came close to him in height was the male Twili. Strange creatures. The Twili certainly didn't fail to intrigue him.


"Yes, small Sheikah, I am." He rumbled, trying not to let his irritation show. "I did receive the letter, after all-"


But he was cut off by the doors to the mess hall bursting open, a furious Shekiah charging inwards. The first thing he saw was her openly drawn blade, and he reacted instantly. He drew his axe in a flurry, gripping the extraordinarily large and heavy weapon in both gauntlets before him. His very body was coiled and tense, giving off the image of a lion about to spring. It was a natural reflex, his tufted ears flattening against his skull inside his helmet.


"I am Impa!" He heard her declare in an overly loud voice. "Have you come for the letter?"


He stared down at her for a few moments.


He could tell she was about to explode. Was it the door that had upset her?... Maybe not just that.. The look in her eyes says something more...


He couldn't help but feel slightly angry by her attitude and words. He had come here to help these people. They had asked him, no less, and this was the welcome he got? Yet, it seems that this is the way it is..


He relaxed his stance a notch as it became apparent he wouldn't have to fight her, at least immediately. Yet the sound of another Hylian girl drawing her blade kept him on guard. However, he slowly lowered his axe a little.


"So you are the Impa who sent me the letter? Good." he growled slightly. "I have come as you have requested. And I apologise for the door, as I did not realise how little resistance it had."


He did not want to start a fight, however rude both of these Sheikahs were currently being. Carefully, as not to provoke the already angry Impa or the red headed one for that matter, he turned his axe so it was facing downwards and placed the head onto the cold floor. His hands did remain resting on the pommel, however. He slowed his heart rate and his breathing, controlling his anger.


"I do not with to start a fight with you, Sheikah, nor do I wish for bad blood between our kinds. Yet because of what happened over three years ago, I believe that to be impossible. Yet things have changed. We all have a common enemy now, and for now at least, should we put away our differences?"

Impa stood there, blade still in hand, her eyes glued to his axe, ready for the fight. However, when he began to speak, she reluctantly sheathed her weapon. She grunted in response to his apology about the door, listening more to his words, as he placed his axe upon the floor, hands still on the pommel. She wasn't surprised the Darknut was able to control himself so easily. They all were. She might have been jealous of them, atleast a little. "We should indeed put away our differences, and our blades, at least for this evening and the coming days, so that we may fight our common foe," she agreed, taking her hand off the hilt of her sword, nodding at the two beside her, giving them the order to do the same.





"You will have a room, and food awaiting you in the dining hall," she said, still watching him, her body tense, ready for anything.

 

[Synaria]

The air was filled witseveral plops as each piece of quartz found its way from the table to the contents of Kylista's bowl. While some might have questioned putting stones in ones food, for her, there was no doubt. The goron had certainly been around much longer than she and his wealth of knowledge about this world was likely far greater so it only made sense to listen to his advise. She picked the bowl back up, a smug grin on herself. She'd done well in her introduction, she thought, and was quite pleased with herself. One out of four was a pretty good ratio.


She began eating her stew once again, with much less pain now. And that made it all the more enjoyable. Though she was still quite hungry, she ate slightly less ravenously and studied the goron thoughtfully. If he was here, that must mean . . . "So you got a letter too, huh? Or do you live here? You don't look like you live here." She spoke between bites and cast a glance at the door. "Who do you think that was? It was a pretty loud bang, so maybe another goron? They're not exactly the most graceful of races. Probably got sat on." The statement was rather matter-of-fact and Kylista turned to face the goron again. "Umm, no offense. You make good seats. Unless you're fidgety, then you're just . . . Aaaanyawys, what's your name?" She changed the subject and attempted to bait out her favorite question. Unfortunately, the goron seemed to be one of few words so it might be hard.


@Red Thunder