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The Legend of Zelda: Whispering Storm [Chapter 1: Hylia]

Tinnun Chordata
Hyrule Castle City, Inner Wall District

A young, pink colored Rito has recently managed to put up her food stall. She had came to this city, spent a night at the inn, and paid the inn to use their kitchen to make food for the event once everyone slept for the night. Tinnun spent a sleepless night cooking and baking goods, but it's going to be well worth it. Especially with various people arriving here to spectate or participate in the tournament, there's a chance that patrons will buy her food and spread word about her culinary skills.

Once she had everything set up, Tinnun placed everything she made on the stall. Few steaks, spiced and covered in thin butter; a large bowl of steaming meat stew with a few smaller bowls next to it to scoop the stew into; a fluffy chocolate souffle; two crepes that are both filled with a strawberry filling and with powdered sugar sprinkled on top; some juicy, fried Hyrule bass; a few buttery baked potatoes; and last but not least, her original but simple dish of roasted pecans in a thin shell of hardened honey that's not unlike a candy. She could smell the aroma of her food and the food of the other stalls mixing to together to overall make a pleasant smelling scent. In all honesty, Tinnun might not stick around for the tournament, as she never understood the sport or the appeal of it, as combat is too scary for her liking.

Journeys in Mystica

(OOC: @Immortius @IncredibleBee @Tancuras @Blight Bug @Ryougu @Cu Chulainn @Melandrach)

In the now-corrupted nation of Solisa, there stood a large castle. Before, it was a symbol of might, a true home worthy of royalty. But with Lord Malum having conquered the nation, the castle has fallen apart. The once brilliant white walls became dirty grey from the rampant forbidden magic, and the brilliant red banners were replaced by ones that were a much darker blood red.

The pale, white-haired elf sits on the throne that once belonged to King Felicis Argentum, as his cold blue eyes scanned the entrance to the throne room. It was as if the forbidden mage was expecting something. Malum kept his grip on his mahogany wood magic staff.

A young orc warrior stepped into the throne room, wearing a set of chainmail armor and carrying an axe. The blue-skinned orc was glaring at Malum, and the sorcerer could see the determination in his eyes.
“Malum,” the orc said, “your reign of terror is at its end. Rather careless of you to not put any guards up for duty.”
So this was the one who had came to challenge him? Malum let out a soft chuckle.
The warrior scowled. “What’s so funny?”
“Have you ever pondered that, perhaps the reason there are no guards on duty is that I have no need of such security?” Malum responded. He stood up from his throne and moved closer to the challenger, the sorcerer’s black robes slightly touching the floor due to being fairly long.
Before the orc could act, the elf summoned poisonous magic blades and hurled them at the orc. One struck the warrior in the chest. The orc kneeled over in pain and coughed up blood. With him being reduced to an easy target, Malum summoned a gray aura of magic in his hand before hurling it at the orc warrior, reducing him to stone. Malum sat down back on the throne as the magic blade embedded in the stone statue faded away. It’s pathetic, really. If the orc wasn’t foolish enough to fight him, Malum supposed that he would have lived quite happily with his companions. After all, it isn’t as if anyone could defeat such a forbidden mage such as him.

***

Meanwhile at Oceanum Port, there is a tavern overlooking the busy streets of sailors coming home from sea. The tavernkeep was rather busy at the moment. Between the two boisterous half-dragons and the depressed looking human that he has to both keep from getting too intoxicated, and various more patrons sitting at different tables. And there’s the chance more might be coming.

(OOC: You guys aren’t forced to start at the tavern, but be sure it’s somewhere in Oceanum Port.)

Journeys in Mystica

I'm going to be making the opening post in Google Docs to get it ready for the first IC post tomorrow.

@Immortius @IncredibleBee @Blight Bug @Melandrach
If you guys want me to check with your character sheets, make a CS, or let me know you're dropping out, now's a good time. If you guys do want to drop out, whether it's because you're busy in real life, busy with other RPs, or lost interest, I'm perfectly fine with it.

The Legend of Zelda: Whispering Storm [Chapter 1: Hylia]

Tinnun is just dropping by this city to buy ingredients, sell her culinary services, and maybe actually buy a skillet for once. She's not interested in any of the side quests at the moment.

The last two games you played will now fuse into one. What do you get?

Terraria: Don't Starve Edition.

Battle monsters, mine, and build in a 2D environment with gradually more powerful weapons and gear while you try not to starve to death or go insane.

Journeys in Mystica

A black mage can learn a bit of white magic and a white mage can learn a little black magic. That's only as far as it goes, though. Black mages should still mostly know black magic and white mages should specialize in white magic, there's really no in-between for both types of magic.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Hyped for roleplay.

Journeys in Mystica

Ain't gonna let this one die. Anyways, I plan on making the first IC post this Saturday.