ArmorPlated

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

@Wayward

Dekkori

Dekkori's gaze lingered on the Captain and the new arrival he was staring down like a hawk, even as the Guardsman ambled over, an amicable grin directed her way. She'd earned a reputation throughout the town and a ways farther for helping as she did, and it lent her no small measure of trust. "Ah, Dekkori." She nodded in greeting at the guard. "Just a refugee from Lon Lon Ranch." Dekkori looked over the woman dressed in blue. She was exhausted, disheveled and definitely held herself in the way that Hylian nobility always did. It was in the posture mostly.

"If you would, the Captain mentioned some injured soldiers that need tending to though." Dekkori set here eyes back on the guard, her demeanor shifting dramatically in the span of a single moment. Gone was the warm, relaxed disposition she so often sported. "You returned with injured?" Dekkori was standing in an instant. Gone was the soft tone and relaxed posture, replaced with the tension of the untamed wilds, demanding attention and respect. A single finger pressed to the Guard's armored chest in command. "You will lead me to them. Now." It was more of a statement of fact than a request, the sharp stare of her gaze daring him to refuse. After the moment had passed, the Deku lifted her pack and took hold of her walking stick. Pressing it to the Guard's back, she pushed him gently but firmly until he took the hint.

Moving with adequate haste, the pair arrived at a house currently being used as a makeshift barracks. "Thank you dearie. Please let your Captain know that I would like to speak to him after I am done." Without giving her impromptu guide a chance to reply, she was entering the building, rifling through her now much emptier pack, looking for the medicines she always kept on hand for emergencies. The few militiamen milling about inside didn't look shocked to see Dekkori, but her demeanor drew their attention. One in the back beckoned her towards a door. The wounded were laid out on beds and cushions with various injuries. Some were only battered and bruised, others sported disfiguring injuries, and one poor young man had a horrific gash through his lower back. "Goddesses above, why was I not told of this?!" Dekkori gasped. Medicine in hand, she set to tending to the injured, worst first.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Dekkori

Having finished her morning routine, gathering various herbs and mushrooms throughout the forest, Dekkori plodded into Kakariko with her diminutive footsteps, inadvertently spooking one of the more jumpy guards. Exchanging the usual pleasantries, the man stepped aside and allowed her into the town proper. Adjusting her pack, she resumed her walk into town to make her scheduled deliveries and then pick up her weekly stock for her comparatively small pantry.

Making her rounds, Dekkori dutifully provided the residents of Kakariko Village medicines for their various ills, but quickly took notice of the arrival of Captain Ackermore, returned early from an expedition she had heard gossip about. Deciding she could investigate after she was done, Dekkori hurried along, tending to the villagers before packing her things away and returning to the center of town. Immediately, the Deku noticed someone new; a young Hylian woman sporting vibrant blue hair and fine clothes that had definitely seen better days was talking with the Captain. Seeing no reason to keep away, she adjusted her much lightened pack and approached the two, noting obvious signs of fatigue in both of the Hylians.

With a sigh she sets her pack next to the tree in the center of town and takes a seat in the shade, close enough to catch the Captain's attention, far enough away to avoid being accused of eavesdropping. Waving down one of the less important armored men hovering around the Captain, she quickly gained one's attention. As he approached, she piped up in a cheerful, disarming tone, "Would you mind terribly filling me in on what is going on? I must admit, I am terribly curious as to what exactly is happening." New faces usually meant new trouble, as disheartening as it sounded, it still rang true.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Dekkori

Despite the cold, Dekkori enjoyed the sound of the rain pattering against the roof of her little home. It was soothing in a way that was hard to put to words for the Deku Scrub. Lit only by the light cast from her wood stove, she ladled water into the kettle before returning the lid and placing it onto the heated surface for later. Shuffling over to her shelf, she sorted through her numerous ingredients, searching through the many oddly shaped clay pots that held the myriad herbs she had harvested from the woodlands around Kakariko.

"Ah, here it is." she draws a comparatively newer looking pot from a lower shelf. turning it over in her hand, little pictograms of flowers painted under the glaze rotated into the light of the stove. Setting the pot aside on the lone table in her home, she retrieved a short, squat earthenware pot and a teacup from her pantry. Her task done for the moment, she lifted the quilt from her bed and wrapped herself for warmth. With nothing to do but wait, she turned her attention to the rain outside. Despite the loudness of the rain, the chaotic pattering of the droplets against the roof and window, it made the rest of the world seem to fall quiet.

After Dekkori had begun to doze off, her teapot began whistling it's readiness, rousing her from her almost-slumber. quickly abandoning the warmth of the quilt, she lifted the kettle from the stove. With a pinch of tea leaves from one pot, and a drop of honey from the other, Dekkori returned to her seat and wrapped herself once again in her quilt. Warmed by her home and calmed by the rain, the Deku Scrub's mind was finally clear of any thought, a rare glimpse at the serene beauty of the world.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Dekkori

Dekkori

Appearance

Dekkori at the beginning of her first story, and the beginning of her last.

Gender: Female

Race: Deku Scrub

Background: Dekkori's story from very early on, was one of struggle and success. Growing up against the backdrop of a collapsing Deku Kingdom, she studied potioncraft, found love, and helped her newly nomadic people find their way in the woodlands. In time she married her husband, a brave but humble potter that wooed her with a trinket and a song. Life was a reward for effort, and together they flourished amongst the trees. In a few short years, they had added a son and daughter to their little family, and Dekkori couldn't be happier. In the wake of the Deku Kingdom, her people still dotted the forests in small clusters, and she enjoyed a serene life.

The years flew by, her children matured into lively young adults anxious to carve their own paths, see the world on their own. Off they went with their parents' blessings, though they would visit home when they could. Dekkori enjoyed their return visits home, carrying tales of sights seen and people met. Inevitably, they started visiting with loves of their own, and before she knew it, Dekkori was a grandmother. At the time, she thought she'd been blessed, given a life with a fairytale ending filled with joy and love.

When one story ends another begins, and as Dekkori's fairytale was over, her tragedy began. Any Deku of age could tell the forests were darkening. The sun didn't shine quite as bright, The birds were silent and the woods quickly became foreboding. An ill omen that proved it's validity when monsters began steadily climbing in number. A rarity before, dark creatures began stalking all over, as if called to action by some invisible, wicked hand. The stories Dekkori heard quickly became real as her husband limped home one day, having suffering an attack from one such beast. With an abundance of medicine, he recovered, but she grew worrisome.

Year by year, the monster thread worsened. Deku Scrubs began to disappear in greater numbers, and smaller groups began to vanish. Peoples began disappearing into the Sacred Grove without a trace. Knowing there was safety in numbers, her family chose to return to Dekkori's home, farther from the heart of the forest where the attacks were fewer in number. When her daughter's family arrived without her, children weeping and scared, son-in-law injured and grim, Dekkori's heart sank. The monsters had claimed the first of her family.

Gathered as they were, the family of Deku Scrubs mourned together over their collective loss. The forests were only getting darker and more dangerous, but together they would weather the dark times through good or ill. Dekkori spent her spare time keeping her family's spirits up, distracting her grandchildren from the woods that had even begun to scare her. Gone were the tranquil forests of her day, replaced with a forest that snarled and growled in the dark.

They could not stay. Monsters stalked the woods even in the hour of twilight, daring the sun to burn their hulking pale forms. Their unsettling laughter drove the Deku family to break camp early to flee towards the forests edges, away from the twisting darkness consuming what used to be their home. Dekkori could see in everyone's eyes that spirits were low. She provided all the comfort a grandmother could. She prayed to the Goddesses for protection.

They did not answer.

Less than a week after spotting them walking in the daylight, the pair of Stalfos, burning eyes and cackling mouths, descended on her family in the night. The men fought, buying time for their family to flee to safety first. Rusted swords bit into wooden shields in the light of a dying campfire. Dekkori was the last to flee, stealing glances back as her husband, her son, and her widower son-in-law fought the undead to a standstill. Her blood ran cold when she heard howling ahead. Guided by some unseen evil, the monsters had set up an ambush.

The last thing Dekkori remembered was the panicked screams of her grandchildren, the sting of claws raking her arm and body before being thrown and... waking up. Barely clinging to life, Dekkori limped through the devastation in a grief-stricken daze. She fruitlessly searched for any sign of life, but she was ultimately left alone. Through eyes blurry with tears, between anguished sobs, Dekkori gave her family their last rites, laid her family to rest, and said her final goodbyes.

Moving on was as much to escape the memories as it was to find safety from the monsters. Dekkori walked ceaselessly, foregoing denying herself food or rest, trying to outrun the pain of loss, drowning the thoughts out with exhaustion. Her thoughts were jumbled, heart in pieces, and body sore, but part of her demanded she walk until either she reached Hyrule, or saw her family again. Fate seemed to have cast Dekkori adrift, for she saw no one, nothing, as she walked. Fate seemed to have cast her adrift, forgotten.

She did eventually arrive at Hyrule, and having walked for several days without end, promptly collapsed. Her sleep was blissful oblivion, No cruel nightmares or haunted visions, just nothingness. Waking to her first day in a new land, Dekkori fell back on routine. At first she attempted to search for herbs and forage, but she was listless. She had to force herself to eat, to take care of herself. No matter how much it hurt, giving up wouldn't bring any of them back. So she plodded along, burdened with the weight of her memories.

She would wander from place to place, foraging for food, just surviving. Eventually she fell back into the groove of potion-making, the work became her meditation, and she slowly pulled together the shattered fragments of her heart. Years passed, and the anguish dulled into melancholy. She still asked herself what the point of going on was, though she had no answer, she only knew that she had to. Years passed without answer, a numb blur of little substance as the Deku searched for meaning.

The Hyrule Civil War all but blindsided the elderly Deku, the terrible things she'd experienced repeated a hundredfold in other people's lives. Soldiers died, widows wept. Towns she had visited vanished overnight in the ravages of war. For the first time in over a decade, Dekkori allowed herself the feeling of sadness, for she knew this terrible pain countless Hylians were facing. She couldn't let what happened to her, happen to others. Not if she could stop it.

Finding herself closest to Kakariko, there was no shortage of woodland to forage, nor wounded to tend to. Day and night, Dekkori worked, constantly tending to the comparatively small clay pot she brewed with, or gathering herbs from the nearby wildlands. Every potion, every treatment, Dekkori told herself to do just one more, spare one more family the heartache. Spare one more dying soldier the fate they didn't deserve. Her purpose was returned to her anew; help those that needed her most.

As all wars do, the Civil War ended. With no more wounded coming, Dekkori was once again free to wander, but she had become known to the town for her care of their people, and they asked her to stay. Tired of wandering, the Deku Scrub agreed to remain. She chose a spot in the nearby woods, and eventually a home was built in the bough of an oak tree for her. She continues to make medicine for the town. Her tale of tragedy having finally come to an end, the beginning of another looms...

Likes:
+Rain
+Tea (especially with others)
+Helping people
Dislikes:
-the cold
-animals
-violence

Skill: Dekkori is a skilled alchemist, specialized in healing Potioncraft and the associated Herbology. Her cures are notably potent enough to have immediate effect, as well as long term, a difficult feat. A contributing factor to her healing potions' strength is her apparent goddesses-given natural affinity for Healing magic; All Deku Scrubs can shoot magic bubbles defensively, but Dekkori can infuse the sap with healing properties to great, if tiring, effect.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Dekkori

Name: Dekkori

Appearance

Gender: Female

Race: Deku Scrub

Background: Dekkori's story from very early on, was one of struggle and success. Growing up against the backdrop of a collapsing Deku Kingdom, she studied potioncraft, found love, and helped her newly nomadic people find their way in the woodlands. In time she married her husband, a brave but humble potter that wooed her with a trinket and a song. Life was a reward for effort, and together they flourished amongst the trees. In a few short years, they had added a son and daughter to their little family, and Dekkori couldn't be happier. In the wake of the Deku Kingdom, her people still dotted the forests in small clusters, and she enjoyed a serene life.

The years flew by, her children matured into lively young adults anxious to carve their own paths, see the world on their own. Off they went with their parents' blessings, though they would visit home when they could. Dekkori enjoyed their return visits home, carrying tales of sights seen and people met. Inevitably, they started visiting with loves of their own, and before she knew it, Dekkori was a grandmother. At the time, she thought she'd been blessed, given a life with a fairytale ending filled with joy and love.

When one story ends another begins, and as Dekkori's fairytale was over, her tragedy began. Any Deku of age could tell the forests were darkening. The sun didn't shine quite as bright, The birds were silent and the woods quickly became foreboding. An ill omen that proved it's validity when monsters began steadily climbing in number. A rarity before, dark creatures began stalking all over, as if called to action by some invisible, wicked hand. The stories Dekkori heard quickly became real as her husband limped home one day, having suffering an attack from one such beast. With an abundance of medicine, he recovered, but she grew worrisome.

Year by year, the monster thread worsened. Deku Scrubs began to disappear in greater numbers, and smaller groups began to vanish. Peoples began disappearing into the Sacred Grove without a trace. Knowing there was safety in numbers, her family chose to return to Dekkori's home, farther from the heart of the forest where the attacks were fewer in number. When her daughter's family arrived without her, children weeping and scared, son-in-law injured and grim, Dekkori's heart sank. The monsters had claimed the first of her family.

Gathered as they were, the family of Deku Scrubs mourned together over their collective loss. The forests were only getting darker and more dangerous, but together they would weather the dark times through good or ill. Dekkori spent her spare time keeping her family's spirits up, distracting her grandchildren from the woods that had even begun to scare her. Gone were the tranquil forests of her day, replaced with a forest that snarled and growled in the dark.

They could not stay. Monsters stalked the woods even in the hour of twilight, daring the sun to burn their hulking pale forms. Their unsettling laughter drove the Deku family to break camp early to flee towards the forests edges, away from the twisting darkness consuming what used to be their home. Dekkori could see in everyone's eyes that spirits were low. She provided all the comfort a grandmother could. She prayed to the Goddesses for protection.

They did not answer.

Less than a week after spotting them walking in the daylight, the pair of Stalfos, burning eyes and cackling mouths, descended on her family in the night. The men fought, buying time for their family to flee to safety first. Rusted swords bit into wooden shields in the light of a dying campfire. Dekkori was the last to flee, stealing glances back as her husband, her son, and her widower son-in-law fought the undead to a standstill. Her blood ran cold when she heard howling ahead. Guided by some unseen evil, the monsters had set up an ambush.

The last thing Dekkori remembered was the panicked screams of her grandchildren, the sting of claws raking her arm and body before being thrown and... waking up. Barely clinging to life, Dekkori limped through the devastation in a grief-stricken daze. She fruitlessly searched for any sign of life, but she was ultimately left alone. Through eyes blurry with tears, between anguished sobs, Dekkori gave her family their last rites, laid her family to rest, and said her final goodbyes.

Moving on was as much to escape the memories as it was to find safety from the monsters. Dekkori walked ceaselessly, foregoing denying herself food or rest, trying to outrun the pain of loss, drowning the thoughts out with exhaustion. Her thoughts were jumbled, heart in pieces, and body sore, but part of her demanded she walk until either she reached Hyrule, or saw her family again. Fate seemed to have cast Dekkori adrift, for she saw no one, nothing, as she walked. Fate seemed to have cast her adrift, forgotten.

She did eventually arrive at Hyrule, and having walked for several days without end, promptly collapsed. Her sleep was blissful oblivion, No cruel nightmares or haunted visions, just nothingness. Waking to her first day in a new land, Dekkori fell back on routine. At first she attempted to search for herbs and forage, but she was listless. She had to force herself to eat, to take care of herself. No matter how much it hurt, giving up wouldn't bring any of them back. So she plodded along, burdened with the weight of her memories.

She would wander from place to place, foraging for food, just surviving. Eventually she fell back into the groove of potion-making, the work became her meditation, and she slowly pulled together the shattered fragments of her heart. Years passed, and the anguish dulled into melancholy. She still asked herself what the point of going on was, though she had no answer, she only knew that she had to. Years passed without answer, a numb blur of little substance as the Deku searched for meaning.

The Hyrule Civil War all but blindsided the elderly Deku, the terrible things she'd experienced repeated a hundredfold in other people's lives. Soldiers died, widows wept. Towns she had visited vanished overnight in the ravages of war. For the first time in over a decade, Dekkori allowed herself the feeling of sadness, for she knew this terrible pain countless Hylians were facing. She couldn't let what happened to her, happen to others. Not if she could stop it.

Finding herself closest to Kakariko, there was no shortage of woodland to forage, nor wounded to tend to. Day and night, Dekkori worked, constantly tending to the comparatively small clay pot she brewed with, or gathering herbs from the nearby wildlands. Every potion, every treatment, Dekkori told herself to do just one more, spare one more family the heartache. Spare one more dying soldier the fate they didn't deserve. Her purpose was returned to her anew; help those that needed her most.

As all wars do, the Civil War ended. With no more wounded coming, Dekkori was once again free to wander, but she had become known to the town for her care of their people, and they asked her to stay. Tired of wandering, the Deku Scrub agreed to remain. She chose a spot in the nearby woods, and eventually a home was built in the bough of an oak tree for her. She continues to make medicine for the town. Her tale of tragedy having finally come to an end, the beginning of another looms...

Likes:
-Rain
-Tea (especially with others)
-Helping people

Dislikes:
-the cold
-animals
-violence

Skill: Dekkori is a skilled alchemist, specialized in healing Potioncraft and the associated Herbology. Her cures are notably potent enough to have immediate effect, as well as long term, a difficult feat. A contributing factor to her healing potions' strength is her apparent goddesses-given natural affinity for Healing magic; All Deku Scrubs can shoot magic bubbles defensively, but Dekkori can infuse the sap with healing properties to great, if tiring, effect.

barring some formatting and grammar, that should be it.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Looks like I might be just in time to get in on this. Still open?

I've got a couple of character concepts I'm fairly certain I can fit well in to this RP.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Some were interested in the politics and society building, others definitely had their eyes on a more heroic quest deal. Seemed like a lot in the vein of a character-centric tabletop game without the hard math.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Roa

@eemmtt

"Not at all...just jostled a little..."
"I have done nothing to the bookworm. He was not watching were he was going."

Roa pulled the half-elf to his feet, only to watch him turn back and look at the town with a growing expression of worry, despite legitimately nothing appearing wrong. "Oh dear..." Roa looked again, trying to see what Rudolph was. More than a little confused, she turned back to him with a quizzical look, on the cusp of questioning his bizarre behaivior before noticing his attention was fully elsewhere. She followed his eyes and spotted a horse-drawn wagon passing behind the houses along the street in the distance.

"I would love to talk some more, but my prior commitment to our resident blacksmith requires me to follow-through with what I said I would do. I do promise answers if you still need them when we return."

In a flash, the wizard had grown to grotesque proportions and taken off in an explosion of wind, leaving her no time to so much as call out. "Wait, Shina? what do you mean- wait!!" She called after the half-elf, but he was already gone from her sight. Her confusion only grew as she tried to grasp exactly what has just happened.

"What in the seven hells were that all about?"
"I haven't the faintest clue. That man has clearly lost his mind to whatever magic he has been toying with. He looked as though the town not being on fire was cause for alarm." She couldn't help but shake her head as she took a calming breath.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Roa

@eemmtt@Searat

Even from the docks, Roa could hear someone yelling in a panic. Definitely not a festival today then. she thought with a worried frown. It was only one voice amidst the silence which was still incredibly concerning. Usually there would be more activity this late in the morning. With a kick she pushed herself towards her boathouse-turned-workshop, slipping under the water to surface inside. She quickly made her way up the steps, flicking open the wardrobe in the corner of the singular room. Quickly changing into her town clothes, she couldn't help from muttering in agitation as she struggled to get it to fit properly without a strap of fabric resting on her gills.

glancing around to make sure everything that mattered was safely locked away, she unlocked her workshop's door and walked out into the sunlight. The surface always seemed to be just slightly too hot, or too dry, and today was no exception. quickly making her way across the dock and onto dry land, Roa kept her pace and quickly detoured from the road to the town square as she looked for the source of the yelling earlier. zig-zagging between several homes and shops, she finally came upon a duo of townsfolk, one standing over another sprawled out by a street lamp. She sighed quietly. That didn't sound like Gunner carousing earlier, but you never know. Then she overheard their conversation. Stepping out around the corner she cautiously approached the two.

"What this about dragons in Lorenstad? Mr. Admoss, right? Gunner didn't hasn't done anything to you, has he?" Roa gave a sour side-glance to Gunner. Am I still mad about that silver anklet with the inlaid ruby? She could feel her pulse quicken as the memory of that ordeal came back. Oh yeah, definitely still mad. She offered a hand to Rudolph.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Roa

Roa floated carelessly in her hammock, the only light in the room a weak sunbeam trickling in from the hatch over the stairs, filtering down through the river water above. She didn't know how long she waited in between dreaming and awake, but she didn't have the presence of mind to care. Tired and rested in equal measure, she enjoyed the almost overbearing warmth of her blanket as she slowly drifted into wakefulness. I should get up.. Another, deeper part of her disagreed, and she did not move for a moment. The warmth lost it's comfort after a mew more moments and she pushed herself up, reaching forwards in a well practiced motion, hand finding the magical lantern which ignited with a flameless light at her touch, casting a pale light over her room. She couldn't help but flinch at the sudden brightness.

gently pushing away from the wall, Roa floated through the middle of her room, enjoying the sensation of the cooler water before stopping herself with a wave. She stretched for a moment before catapulting herself towards the back of the ship. As she reached the stairs, she angled herself towards the hatch. sliding bolt out of the way, she slowly pushed the hatch open with a firm shove. Swimming out and into the open water, Roa took a moment to admire what amounted to a garden for her. The waters by her workshop were by far the most colorful thanks to the numerous aquatic plants she'd transplanted from the sea or bought from a friendly botanist. Feeling almost giddy, she pushed the hatch closed before kicking off from the bottom to swim up to the surface.

Surfacing in the morning light, Roa took a deep breath of fresh summer air. She looked over to the town proper a short ways uphill from the docks "Good morning, Lorenstad." she said to nobody in particular... Her expression turned puzzled as she realized there was no one on the docks despite it being an ideal time to catch an easy meal. "Where is everyone?" she questioned aloud. Is there some kind of festival today?...