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I do believe it's a brand spankin' new OOC.
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The Hero of Time Festival






7:45 AM | Kakariko Village

As the sun peeked over Death Mountain, the snug little homes of Kakariko Village, brightly decorated with green, basked in the golden morning light. Further in the distance, one could easily spot Hyrule castle; it stood tall and proud with itโ€™s purple flags whipping in the wind. From atop Kakarikoโ€™s beautiful windmill, one could just barely glimpse the ocean of trees that made up the Lost Woods and Kokiri Forests. As always, those mystical woodlands remained timeless and green, but for the rest of Hyrule, a warm, glorious array of colors flooded the land during this time of year as a humble reminder that, just as the green-clad young hero had once mysteriously departed from Hyrule, spring was coming to an end.

The crunching of autumn leaves under small, young feet echoed about in the empty alleyway. A young boy, garbed in a green tunic and leather boots stepped into the sunlight at the end of the shady alleyway, squinting his blue eyes and shielding them with the most fantastic looking of shieldsโ€” only ever seen on the forearms of knights these days. In his other hand, the boy gripped a beautifully crafted sword with a purple hilt. He rose it above his head, allowing it to catch the light as he filled his lungs with air, prepared to say something, it seemedโ€ฆ.

Before he could do any such thing, however, the hand of a spindly old woman, also garbed in a seemingly unnecessary amount of green, grasped the boyโ€™s sword arm and gave him a hard jerk, causing the thin, poorly crafted sheet of metal to fall out of his hand. โ€œWhat did I say about reflecting the sun into peopleโ€™s eyes, Jun-Roberto?!โ€ she scolded. The young boy simply frowned in a rather indignant manner, brushing a strand of his long brown hair out of his eyes. โ€œDonโ€™t think I wonโ€™t take it away if you donโ€™t behave!โ€

The streets of Kakariko Village were crowded with merchants hustling to and fro, ensuring that all their wares were in place and properly priced. Banners of green and gold overlooked the more congested parts of the town near the entrance and the well. The sweet sound of various instruments wafted over the crowds along with the many scents radiating from many of the vendorโ€™s stalls. The bakeries were teeming with all sorts of goods for the Hero of Time feast that afternoon. Entertainers swarmed near the well with empty hats, eager to fill them and earn some quick rupees. Young children weaved excitedly through the throngโ€” most of them dressed very similarly to how the Hero of Time was said to have looked while others simply wore green. They chattered among themselves, acting out daring adventures and eagerly discussing the games and activities that would soon begin.

The buzz of the town only increased as Sir Orca Halbert came marching through the town entrance-- straight from Castle Town. The crowd parted as the tall, well-groomed and sturdy man, flanked by two guards, stepped briskly forward. He wore eloquent gold armor from head to foot and, atop his head, a golden helmet of intricate design. Set into dark, tanned skin, were a pair of intense forest green eyes and two long, parallel scars wrapping around his cheek and chiseled jaw. He was a renowned hero among the people as well as a personal favorite of the Royal Family. His title did not precede his skills with a blade, however. He was undoubtedly one of the most skilled warriors in all of Hyruleโ€ฆ if not, perhaps, also one of the most pretentious.

Although Sir Halbert's rank as a Hyrulian Knight was far beyond that of a simple guard, the Royal Family had been appointing him as the official overseer of the Hero of Time festival for many years. With so many different races gathering in one place, the King wanted to absolutely ensure it would be an event celebrating peace and unity-- that meant petty squabbles and mischief needed to be kept to a minimum and handled with the utmost care. He put on a personable grin and shook hands with those that approached him. The Royal Family wouldn't be arriving until noon, though the festivities would be well underway by then.


The Fairy





Across the blazing morning skyline of Kakariko Village flitted the tiniest sliver of indigo lightโ€” unnatural in both movement and color. Upon closer inspection and through squinted eyes, the small orb of white and indigo light housed what appeared to be a small woman only slightly larger than oneโ€™s middle finger. If you were willing to risk overexposing your eyes you might even notice a pair of shining gold irises betwixt her indigo bangs, long, pointed ears, and translucent, insect-like wings.

She was much more natural than the bustling multitudes below, howeverโ€ฆ filled with fat, sticky children wearing traditional Kokiri garb; most of them rotten little creatures with a never-ending sense of self-entitlement to every single little thing that catches their fancy. Lethe knew this only because she had experienced it first hand. Well, perhaps she was a little bias, but after searching for almost two years (all the while being grabbed, jarred, and nearly squashed) you probably would be a little bias, too.

โ€œStupidโ€ฆ littleโ€ฆ why did I even fly down there in the first placeโ€ฆ,โ€ she muttered, cursing herself with words she knew she ought never say aloud. She had spotted a young child crouching in an alleywayโ€” seemingly in distress, or so Lethe had supposed. Playing hide and seek and giggling quietly to oneself could convincingly make someone look as though they were sobbing from so high up and far away. Itโ€™d taken her a good half an hour just to get the sticky sugar out of her long indigo hair and the fine threads of her tea length dressโ€ฆ.

As for her reason for being in town at all during such a dreadfully crowded dayโ€ฆ.

Lethe perched herself atop the look out tower where a languid guard snoozed with his head in his hands. It was her favorite place to rest whenever she was in town. As a member of one of the smallest races in Hyrule, she found it amusing to look down on everyone. Not to mention, it was particularly helpful when it came to people finding. Today, however, she was looking for quite a few people rather than just oneโ€” some of which she wasnโ€™t sure she really wanted to find at all. Nursing her long indigo tresses, she released an indignant snort. Iโ€™m not even sure I would consider some of these โ€˜peopleโ€™ people at all, she thought wryly to herself.

In spite of her feelings, however, these were orders from the Goddess herself and after being exiled for such a long time, Lethe knew she oughtnโ€™t pass up this opportunity to redeem herself. Diving from the wooden railing of the tower, a tail of disjointed fragments of light trailed behind her. Difficult to spot for anyone that wasnโ€™t looking up or over the village from a higher vantage point, Lethe flew steadily past the windmill and towards the entrance to the graveyard. Those who did spot her would very likely wonder at the rare, unusual site of a fairy so far from the Lost Woods or a fairy fountain.

With her mind so heavily considering the matter at hand, Lethe was soon scarcely paying any attention to her other surroundings. Namely the lurking figure in the shadows-- a lanky being in a deep purple cloak with a long wooden staff and pale legs and bare feet protruding from a long, dingy looking tunic. The dark mouth of the figure's hood followed the fairy from an alleyway for some time before, with the passing of a festival-goer, it completely vanished-- the memory of it's presence like no more that ghostly vision.

Lethe perched herself on top of the graveyard sign, hiding behind a mass of thick ivy that had made it's home there. โ€œAnd now we wait,โ€ she grumbled impatiently, her eyes sweeping across the empty graveyard. For a moment, her eyes focused on the gated entrance to the Shadow Temple just beyond the secret passage to the Royal Family's Tomb.

As one would approach the steep precipice, overlooked by the Shadow Temple and tall wooden palisades, a spell of sagacity would quickly become overwhelming. The temple practically radiated with misfortune and doomโ€”elements one normally didnโ€™t sense yet somehow they seemed to tangibly pollute the air. It was the sole reason why the graveyard was always so infested with fog-- even on a bright, sunny morning such as this.

An unnatural wind jostled the undressing branches of the trees that crowded the area surrounding the place. The reason no guards were ever stationed outside its walls went hand in hand with the reason people rarely ever ventured within a few feet of the Shadow Temple. It was excruciatingly clear why. Some inexplicable force naturally seemed to be acting as a deterrent and one could feel it pushing at one's mind, persuading you to keep your distance. Even from her position, Lethe could feel the dark magic reaching out to her in response to her focusing on it.

Irritably blinking away the feeling, Lethe turned her attention to the graveyard's entrance.

ฮทฯƒฯ‰...


The voice of the Goddess spoke clearly in her mind, echoing as if it were the only sound in the largest room in the world.

ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ฮฑัั” ยขฯƒะผฮนฮทg!


The Graveyard






ยขฯƒะผั” ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ะฝั” gัฮฑฮฝั”ัƒฮฑัโˆ‚.

ยขฯƒะผั” qฯ…ฮนยขะบโ„“ัƒ.

ั‚ฮนะผั” ฮนั• ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ั”ั•ั•ั”ฮทยขั”....

.:: โ„•๐•–๐•จ ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐”น๐• ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ::.

As questions and answers arise, I will be updating this board. I'm hoping it will benefit everyone. I don't enjoy repeating myself and I'm sure ya'll don't enjoy scouring the OOC for stuff. So voila.
















Generations have passed since the Hero of Time rescued Princess Zelda and sealed Ganondorf within the Sacred Realm. The Hero of Time then departed from Hyrule and become a legend that every person and creature knew, in one form or another. One fateful day, however, the seal of the Seven Sages began to weaken for some reason. This, of course, then allowed Ganondorf to break free and make good on his old and forgotten promise to one day get his revenge on the descendants of those responsible for his imprisonment.. As darkness creeps across the land, the people pray for the Hero of Time to save them once again, but-- surprise, surprise... he doesn't appear.

And thus the citizens of Hyrule, unprepared and afraid, are forced to defend themselves against Ganondorf as he begins his siege. Without a hero, things appear bleak, but should a select few rise to the occasion-- perhaps Hyrule may be destined for a happier ending....

In the dark of the night, a woman's voice, heavenly and full of light, speaks to our unlikely heroes.... Could this be the voice of one of the goddesses answering the prayers of her people? It's unlikely very many people will believe you... and also possible that this voice is merely a figment of your imagination... but recent rumors of Ganondorf's return have got you thinking.

After nearly a month of vivid dreams and being told to attend the Hero of Time Festival in Kakariko Village-- and with the date fast approaching-- you're beginning to think that maybe it's worth a shot. A shot in the dark, perhaps, but still a shot. What's the worst that could happen, anyway? You pick up some free food samples at the festival? You become as legendary as the Hero of Time? For whatever reason, you decide to go.


Welcome, hero.




Hello, hello! Welcome to my second *cough* third original Zelda RP! I've been Co-GMing and roleplaying Zelda for years now. Recently felt the urge to restart an old story I had going 2 years ago, so here we are. Anyways, this roleplay will be taking place within the Adult Link Timeline-- long after Ocarina of Time and long before Wind Waker. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to voice them.

Dunno if this is a draw for people or not, but we have a discord link! One that I will PM to new players and not post here in the OOC for safety reasons.



.:: โ„™๐•๐•’๐•ช๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ::.

GM: Baklava
Co-GM: Captain Jenno

Dervish
DearTrickster
The 42nd Gecko
jasonwolf
GreenGoat
Kessir Tarkin



.:: โ„๐•ฆ๐•๐•–๐•ค ::.

๐Ÿ™. No metagaming. No metagaming. No metagaming.

๐Ÿš.. Keep in mind: It's your responsibility to be logical and think before you post-- not mine.

๐Ÿ›. Leave the loot drops to me.

๐Ÿœ. This should go without saying, but please at least try to proofread and/or use spell check. Nobody's gonna jump down your throat or anything, but I might if you make my eyes bleed badly enough.

๐Ÿ. Any sort of argument you wish to have with me should be taken to the PMs or DMs of discord. I will not argue with anyone in the OOC.

๐Ÿž. Communication is key. If you're busy and can't get a response up, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Otherwise, I can and will puppet.

7. If I go two weeks without hearing from you, your character may possibly be either killed off or simply captured by Bokoblins, depending on how nice I'm feeling.

8. You may play up to 2 characters at any one given time.

9. Rules are subject to change at any time.

10. Follow basic roleplaying etiquette and rules. If I have to explain them to you, you're gonna have a bad time.



.:: ๐•ƒ๐• ๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค ::.





.:: โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Š๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ ::.

@The 42nd Gecko Lol. Yeah, you're gucci.


While ya'll are waiting on the OOC, here's the new character sheet information and template. Not much has changed besides the template itself, but go ahead and start thinking about what you wanna do.

.:: โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Š๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ ::.





Also, I'm staking a claim in this font color for now.
@The 42nd Gecko@RBYDark@Dervish@Chanda

Alright, people who've responded so far.

Besides Derv, you guys may not know Chanda here, but he and I go way back as far as the Zelda RP scene goes. We had an awesome Zelda RP going before the site crash three years ago. (Weren't we nearing a thousand posts or something like that?)

Anyhow, here's what I'm thinking we'll do:

I'm going to restart the thread and begin the story with everyone meeting in the graveyard. The festival and everything that I explained prior to that in this thread are still going to be going on. You are more than welcome to keep your old characters or make new ones.

Should you choose to use old characters. I'll give you guys the option of already having your characters already introduced to one another via the same means as you were introduced here. If you wanted to maintain any interactions with Lethe or the other NPCs, just let me know and I can easily work it in. I know there weren't a whole lot of ties formed, but there were some funny interactions.

Of course, this will depending on who is going to be available when we restart everything. Which brings me to my next point....

I'm only allowing 6-8 people in the RP this time around. So far all you guys are staying, right? That would give us 5 (me included). So I would need at least one more to get started. I've messaged Jenno and Lugubrious, since Jenno was my co-GM and I know Lug is around, but we'll see. I'm hoping to skip the whole "Interest Check" thing, but if I can't get at least one more person, I might have to.

I've been working on the OOC in the meantime and it's almost done, though.

Just let me know where you guys are all at.


The conversation continued, drifting towards the subject of chips as two other kids introduced themselves-- Tori and Kyle. With each new voice, Nessa felt tempted to join in the conversation. Even with her strict summer schedule, she had more free time than she knew what to do with. That was why she'd brought so many books and labeled several gaps in her planner as "Something Productive". While she didn't exactly feel like talking about chips was productive, she had read somewhere that you should start networking before you need it. College was fast approaching and maybe one of them had parents in high places... or would one day be in high places themselves.

She caught herself before she delved too deep into the realm of possibilities. "Forget your agenda. Remember-- people, not positions," she muttered to herself under her breath. She'd always felt like speaking out loud helped refocus her mind-- though she suddenly felt a little silly for speaking so quietly. She was alone out here after all.

Alone... forget your agenda... it would be nice to have friends... for a change.

She snatched up the radio as she considered making a joke about the fact that all the food here was junk food. That would be funny... right?

"He-" she started, but was suddenly cut off by a distant bang. She took her finger off the button and stared out the window where several disturbed birds had just jumped from some place among the trees. She looked down at the binoculars on the desk, ignoring any voices that might be coming through the radio. She picked them up and leaned close to the glass window. It was probably just someone hunting... was hunting allowed out here? She couldn't remember.

Through the lens she saw a house. People didn't usually hunt near houses... right? Upon seeing several other people walking about, she concluded that it definitely wasn't somebody hunting. If anyone fired a gun over there with so many people around, they might risk hitting... someone....

She watched uncomfortably as a man dragged an irregularly shaped bag of trash from the house to the dumpster. She furrowed her brow. Yeah, right. As if she'd witness a murder her first day on the job. She pensively tapped the binoculars in her hand with her fingernail for a moment before picking up the radio.

A little unnerved, she rubbed the palm of her hand against her forehead as she spoke, "Hey... Sorry about that. This is Vanessa Chambers-- from Garden Snake. Do any of you guys remember if they allow hunting out here?"
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