[Invite-Only] Legend of Zelda: Explorers of Hyrule RPG

[AngelOzwin]

*The following RP characters were controlled with the permission of their masters.

Initiate Ferondir of MIra ~ MIra Village ~ A long time ago

He walked along the drive to the farm. He'd have to cross the farm to reach any kind of civilized building.
"I hope they're okay," he muttered.
The owner of Dawnberry farm wasn't exactly forgiving.
"Maybe they weren't caught." He heard hoofs on rocks and immediately dived into the bushes to one side of the road.
A horse without a carriage or rider sped through the place he'd been moments before, and continued into town.
He narrowed his eyes.
What was a horse doing running away from the farm?
He hoped Zeph wasn't what had scared it. "Blessed goddesses, protect them."
He continued toward the farm, aware the the sun was sinking lower, and vigilant because of it.
However, no more crazy equi passed his way.

He reached the farm. It was lit and he could see by the flickering light in the house that the farmer and his family were just settling to eat.
He lowered himself and rushed to the barn to his left.
"...you'll see, if I've done this right, this'll turn to iron," came Zeph's drawl.
"Really?" Cassie's voice asked. "Magic is awesome."
Ferondir edged around the side to the door, which had been left a little open. He looked inside, a little curious and afraid at the same time. "What are you up too?" He muttered.

Zeph and Cassie, their backs to the door, were standing in front of a crate, on which Ferondir could see a bowl of unidentified liquid. All else was blocked by their exited forms.
He stepped inside. "There you are!"
Cassie jumped and turned around.
Zeph, having probably just sensed him, just said. "You're just in time, come and see this!"
"What's going on?" Ferondir walked around to the other side of the table. "Are you transmuting?"
Zeph nodded, and continued scribbling runes on a cloth.
Ferondir picked up the wooden figure. It was an image of Leo, the king.
"He's going to turn it to gold." Cassie said.
"Well, metal." Zeph corrected her.
"Let's see it then." Ferondir set the statue back where he'd found it.
Zeph cleared his throat and wrapped the wooden doll in the runed cloth.
"Que esta cifra se convierta en la que he escrito."

A flare of purple light blinded them, and Ferondir was deluged in what seemed to be buckets of water.
He wiped his eyes and looked around. They were in the same place, but the barn had gone.
It seemed the other two had also been soaked.
The ground was muddy and the cloth was all that remained of the spell.
"What happened?" Cassie blubbered, drying her hair unsuccessfully on her shirt.
Zeph gasped upon realising what he'd done. "I've turned it all to water."
"What?" Ferondir asked. "The whole barn?"
"Seems so," Zeph said,
"I don't think the old man'll be too pleased with us."
"Yeah, let's get out of here."
The three ran for it, soaking wet.

"We're so going to pay for that later," Cassie panted, once they'd reached the city.
Zeph shook his hair, sending droplets at the other two.
"Watch it!" Ferondir howled, diving out of the way.
"It's just a little water." Cassie said. "And you're already soaked."
"I've dried a bit." Ferondir said. He could see the logic in her words, but he didn't want to admit he'd been wrong.

[invective~directive]

Shiallia - Tower - Hard to tell

Shia rolled her eyes, sighing a bit. "So I call you Zeph, and you correct me. I ask you your name to fix my apparent mistake, you tell me you don't have one. There's no pleasing you, is there?" she asked in an exasperated tone. "Though I do hope you're right- flaming arms would be a pretty lame climax." She squinted slightly, her bitterness showing through for a moment. "How hilarious, making me cough up everything complicated about my life." She snorted, and her smirk returned. "Why thank you. I'm glad I might be a more amusing plaything than you'd hoped. Better opinion than most people have of me." She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. "Thanks," she muttered, "how kind of you."

[TurboBrycerox]

Day 8 (Evening)/Guzore/20/Where: Dalgar's Tower/With: Dark Zeph, Ferondir, Shia, Cassie, and Sapphire


Guzore opened his eyes and looked around the room. He was extremely dizzy, and not completely aware of what was happening around him. It felt like he had been knocked out for 2 months and he could hardly remember the specifics of what had happened. He saw Shia struggling in some sort of trance and realized that Dark Zeph was using some sort of magic on her. He looked around the room and saw the same happening for the others as well.
It's some sort of... illusion. Guzore muttered to himself.
He tried to stand up but cringed in pain as he realized the stab wound he acquired from the secret passageways beneath Lanayaru City was open again. He leaned onto the side of the wall as he tried to support his own weight.
Brothers!! He called out to everyone. Shia! Ferondir! Cassie! Sapphire! Don't listen to Zeph! He's using some sort of magic to trick you!
The others didn't seem to hear him. Guzore looked down at his side and realized that the wound had closed up and healed suddenly. Could that have been part of Zeph's trick too? Guzore had a sudden moment of clarity.
If you realize that he's messing with your head, his powers can't affect you. Guzore said to himself.
He ran to the back of the room and rummaged through his adventure bag for supplies. Pulling out a pair of symbols, a strap-on drum, miracas, and a trumpet, he grinned to himself.
I always knew these would come in handy someday.

Day 8 (Evening)/Jakub/121/Where: Badlands Bridge/With: Jack and Tenebris

...

Tenebris stared at Jakub directly in his eyes, pure hatred and vengeance in her eyes. The darkness that enveloped her body shed itself, revealing the old Lucerna underneath. Jakub cringed upon seeing her like this.
Doesn't it sting? She chided.
She clenched her hand tightly into a fist and punched Jakub in the face, knocking him down to the ground.
I sure hope so.
Tenebris began to walk away until she heard some rustling behind her, followed by Jakub's voice.
...No... He whispered with his old and worn voice. Tenebris turned her head back slightly to look at him. ...But this will. Jakub said with his hand cannon armed and pointed at Lucerna.

Day 8 (Noon)/Della/13/Where: Badlands/With: Drimaethor, Shinceon, and her parents

C'mon, Della. Don't you want us to rescue you from these horrible people who took you away from home? The possessed parents pleaded. Take our hands and we'll help you. We know you can't do it yourself.
Della reached out to grab her parents' hands, but stopped in her tracks as she had a flashback.

Day -36,493 (Morning)/Guzore/20/Where: Castle Town (Past)/With: Della

Disability? Guzore wasn't aware of Della having one, and she didn't appear to have any mental issues. Judging by how she remarked it affecting her ability to make potions, he guessed it might be related to her senses. He regained his train of thought (for once) and answered Della.
When I was a young Goron, I was actually pretty shy. I didn't talk to very many other Gorons, but I really wanted to play games with them. Every time I tried though, I got nervous and went to read a book by myself or something.
Guzore put his hand on his chin as he remembered his youth.
I kept on trying to get my self out there though, and over time, I gradually became better at talking to the other Gorons. I tried telling jokes to start conversations, and it didn't always go that well, but I eventually became really good at making friends.
He pointed at the potion that Zeph had given Della, which was sticking out of her bag.
I bet that if you practice and give it your best shot, you'll get better at making potions too. You'll never know if you don't try, am I right? Hohoho!!

BOOM!!!
Della snapped back to reality after hearing a massive explosion come from where Jakub and Tenebris had been fighting. She pulled her hand back and looked into her parents' eyes. Something was amiss. Della felt a powerful feeling of motivation manifest from deep within her being. She felt the true compassion and friendship of the group she had spend the past week with and realized how much they had helped her.
That's not true. She said defiantly. That's not true, any of it! You're wrong about them! These people are my friends!
Della looked at the tower longingly, hoping that the rest of them were alright. She turned back to her parents.
I can do this myself. I can try again and again and never give up, and someday I'm gonna come back home the best potion maker in Hyrule! She shouted, struggling to hold back tears. And nothing you say can make me give up on myself!
Della's parents moved back and tried to compose themselves. Dark energy began leaking out of their eyes and ears as the possessors struggled to keep control of the parents. Somewhere, deep down, they were feeling a powerful emotion that was causing the parents to seize more control of themselves. It wasn't magic. It wasn't anger. It wasn't pure will. What was it?

Day 8 (Evening)/Veneficus/156/Where: Dalgar's Tower (Roof)/With: Lord Dalgar

Beaten and battered, Veneficus and Dalgar continued their battle atop the tower as thunder crackled in the distance.
I won't allow this to go on any longer! Veneficus demanded as he launched several glowing orbs of energy at Dalgar.
You still think you have a chance at beating me, don't you? Dalgar teased as he rose his hand up to summon various crystals to block the orbs of energy. He moved his hand forward and tilted his wrist, causing dark tendrils to dart out from behind him towards Veneficus. He held out his staff, but the tendrils latched onto it and tried to pull it away from him.
No matter how long it takes, I will never stop fighting for Hyrule's freedom! Veneficus shouted shouted as a field of energy dispersed from the tip of his staff, causing the tendrils to dissipate. Dalgar's frown turned into a smug grin.
Better get comfortable then. You're gonna be here awhile.

[AngelOzwin]

Initiate Ferondir of Mira ~ A tower ~ Present Time

A loud ringing filled the air. A clash, a bang. The noise. It was far too loud. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to sleep.
He opened his eyes.
The last few minutes came to him all at once and his hand shot to his chest. Dry. What? How? He'd been stuck like a stampig.
The knife had gone through his chest, right? He patted his chest.
"What the..." He lifted his other arm and heard a clatter of wood on stone amidst the clanging metal. He opened his eyes with great effort. His staff was lying next to him. Undamaged.
It had all been fake.
Ferondir sat up. He felt not only better, but rested.
What was once Zeph still sat casually on the throne. It looked as though it hadn't even moved. Everything was all a trick.
He found the source of the horrible noise. Guzore.
How in the name of Mira had the goron managed to bring that equipment along?
Ferondir stood up, picking up his staff. He again realized what Guzore had moment's before, and lifted his staff above himself, before slamming the butt into the ground. A massive crack split the air, and made his ears ring. Once again. He slammed his staff down, producing magically magnified sounds. He had to wake the others up. Again and again, he did this.
He had to wake them.
Together, they could beat the demon. Why else would he have fought so hard to split them up?

[AzuniCatto]

(Yes, Portal got permission, by the way.)

Sapphire shut her eyes as Dark Zeph reached over. "AAHh-Uhh, ahh? Wha?" She seemed startled by the noise. She shivered and looked at her arm curiously. When Dark Zeph began speaking somewhat scornfully, she felt mildly guilty. "Um? Wh-what was that?"

(I forget if Portal made a reply to this or not yet, so I am posting it again)

[portal2lbp2]

Zephyrus, More or less/ A Lower castle tower room / 6 minutes later

Something had changed. Was it time? Possibly. Was it circumstance? Nope. Setting? Theme? Genre? All of the above?
No, it was something different. More complicated.
The aspect had changed. There was something fundamental about everything, and it had changed.
Zephyrus lurched unsteadily. The fabric of the manifested being quivered unnaturally.
They were all resisting, consciously or subconsciously. Frequencies of the subconscious mind were powerful. Incredibly power.
In a sense, more powerful than the conscious mind.
Driving supernatural forces like luck, fate, will, even materializing desires, shaping reality and giving anyone the ability to eat it.
It could be supposed, in this sense, the frequency at work was hope.
At least, a collective force of positive will.
To a beast as malevolent as Dark Zeph, who was without a shade, these frequencies were toxic- poisonous.
They unravel the very fields and strands it harnesses to bleed itself onto the physical plane that they occupy.
However, to something so pure as the imprisoned soul of a hylian, it was beacon. A distraction. It gave the buried Zephyrus enough of a foothold to grasp onto.
It gave him motivation. Enough to attempt to dismantle this dark force from this inside.
After all, it was his own mind- Just, temporarily occupied.

Though, things weren't as optimistic for the other yet. Take a look at them, shall we?
Guzore had started to devise a plan involving his drums, Shialia was still leaning against a wall, Ferondir was farther a long than was expected, and Sapphire had recovered from her vertigo.

Dark Zeph could feel the change. An impactful surge of virulent energy.
It caught him off guard, destabilizing the very framework he had devised.

What was that? Sapphire questioned.
The fringes of dark Zeph's form were vibrating hastily, though slowing down as the effects of the bass noise dissipated.
The change in his character was apparent, as he was visibly annoyed by the toxic frequencies berating his senses.
Troub͍̰̖ͤ̿l̵̗̮͚̬̖̟̾̂͌i̤̰̮̪̗̲͋ͭ͂̐̓n̢̲̓̌ͬ̒ͩ̚g̗̃. He spoke bitterly, shaking his head as if physically clearing his thoughts. Though as he shook, distorted echo's of movement followed him, as if he was... lagging.
Quickly, he snapped up, meeting her eyes again.
----

Guzore and Ferondir transcended the illusionary art before the others, and were attempting to wake them through loud noises.
However noble a goal that might have been, Dark Zeph wasn't complete with them yet. The corruption of their minds were too strong to be overridden by noise. Dark Zeph took advantage of the veil between the layers on which they were occupying and had banned physical interaction between them. It was going to take more than raw spells to pierce the separation.
Now that the majority of the illusions were lifted, Guzore and Ferondir could see the extent of the situation.
The room that once look decrepit and old was now even more so.
Though, in truth, it was corrupted, even distorted.
Chunks of reality were stuck in a state of flux, being eaten away by red, degrading, light- The architecture was twisting and folding in upon itself, as if the observer was seeing triple, though the alternate two were askew, in shape and color.
Howver, the most horrific sight may have been that every so often sections of space would resonate, and for a few seconds, they would reveal elsewhere.
This elsewhere happened to, in a slightly lovecraftian way, resemble a temple.. It was like a projection, overlayed upon the world, the pillars in the throne room aligning with the pillars of the temple, that extended into infinity.
It was chilling... provoking. It felt isolated, even empty.
Hm. Dark Zeph laughed slightly. You tried. I will admit though, I expected you to be in your illusions longer. I could have been a bit more creative, to be fair. I'd want out of something as boring too.
He spoke with a grim, dry voice, as if they were toys that he had lost interest in. They might have been worthless, which in a sense made him more dangerous. Though, as he said the word "out" it seemed to resonate with the voice of someone else, as if it was a different person. A different Zeph, perhaps.

Happy Birthday, Bryce!

[TurboBrycerox]

Day 8 (Evening)/Jakub/121/Where: Badlands Bridge/With: Jack out of the Box

Jakub opened his eyes as he sat on the ground, knocked over by recoil from the cannon blast. He coughed as clouds of dust and smoke filled the air. His back ached from the fall, but the pain from the blast was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart for Lucerna.
To think that it had to come to this... Jakub lamented. Fate is a cruel mistress...
As the smoke began to dissipate, Jakub stood back up and saw the remains of the woman he once loved. A passionate woman who loved him with all of her heart, but turned into everything she had promised not to be in the blink of an eye. Jakub heard footsteps behind him and saw Jack walking towards him.
Is she... dead? He asked. Jakub closed his eyes and turned away.
Lucerna died a long time ago... He stated.

Day 8 (Evening)/Guzore/20/Where: Dalgar's Tower/With: Dank Zeph, Feronderp, Shelilah, Classie, and not Ruby

Guzore saw that Ferondir was awake too, but the rest of his friends were still in a trance under Dark Zeph's magic and the amazing music wasn't waking them up. Guzore couldn't stand to watch his friends suffer any longer. He didn't want to hurt anyone, especially his friends, but if he didn't act now, his friends would only suffer more. He ran at Dark Zeph at full speed, despite the weight of the various instruments on his body, and pulled out his golden sword.
HERE IT COMES!! Guzore exclaimed as he leaped towards Dark Zeph.

[AngelOzwin]

Initiate Ferondir of Mira ~ A tower ~ Present Time

He Looked around at his comrades. The noise he and Guzore were making could have woken a corpse, but they didn't flinch.
"Of course it's not that simple," he muttered. He let his staff drop until it rested on the ground gently. He looked at the jewel, trying to figure out how he could wake the others from this enchanted nightmare.
The remnants of Zephyrus jerked horribly. Ferondir cringed.
Ferondir could attempt to wrest control of the minds... but he doubted he could take them from this manifestation. Not only was he not as skilled at mind magic, but he also would have to deal with the invasion disadvantage. Like an army taking a coast, his own mind would be open to complete attack again.
He looked too his apprentice. Shiallia Alexstrasza. He was sworn to keep her safe. He had promised the guild. He'd promised himself that neither her, nor any of his friends, would come to serious harm.
Oh, how he had failed. Half of them were who knows where, and the rest were unconscious.
He watched the Demon. Was is weakening? Were the others getting closer to the real world.
"How do I help you?" he asked Shia under his breath.
Guzore leaped forward with a terrible shout.
Ferondir cursed. What was the boulder thinking? He'd get himself killed.
Unless... the demon only had such power over the mind.
It was a big and risky assumption, but he'd never seen this specter do anything but sit there and, well, lag.
All he had seen before had been a nightmare.
He rubbed the place where Shia had stabbed him. He could almost feel the pain.
"Praesidio," he muttered, pointing his staff at the charging rock.
A red stream of magic flowed from his chest to the goron, and surrounded him in a skin tight shield that would cause all damage to drain their auratic energy instead of ripping Guzore's flesh.
There has got to be an answer; a way to break this curse. He closed his eyes and cast his mind around. what was fueling the magic that had robbed Zeph of his identity? The gate perhaps?

[portal2lbp2]

Atop a throne of swords the daemon of darkness sat- befitting a smirk present upon it's pale lips.
Warped was the architecture in which such Chaos dwelt.
Artificial darkness shrouded the walls. Nether distinction nor entrance could have been found.
Stone columns ascended to void, an unmistakably absent space in which the distortions of duplicity existed, visible upon outlier spectrums, profound to those whom sight has been given.
A fateful hero, whom courage had manifested sought fit to charge the purveyor of darkness, whom had overridden the bodily functions of the once found host.
The Fateful Hero, presently known as Guzore, withdrew his gleaming golden blade.
Though thought the Demon, "How dare he attempt to befoul my presence with such outdated a tool?"
Expected a wave of his hand, Guzore should have been repelled- finding comfort in the nearest wall.
To the surprise of The Demon, no effect as such was found.
With much confusion, he attempted to dispel Guzore yet again, to no avail.
Every moment, the sword-wielder approached.
Mana shield ready, Guzore began to strike.
With the force of inhuman speed, The Demon escaped the blade, however narrowly.
A striking resonation accompanied contact on the Daemons throne.
"Close, indeed. I'll play this game- only as long as it remains amusing."
He stood, a look of indifference and underlying boredom remaining.
----
Meanwhile in Shia's perceptive reality.

"Well, really- If that's everything... I'll leave you to your thoughts." Dark Zeph said, a manic smile across his face.
He turned, his charred, distorted cloak drifting weightlessly behind him as the Demon's form began to dissipate.
An unnatural stillness began to disperse across Shia's dimension.
It gradually became apparent he intended to leave her there. How wonderful.

[invective~directive]

Shiallia - Throne Room - Dark Zeph

Shia shifted uneasily. As much as she wanted some alone time, an eternity of solitude wasn't exactly what she had in mind. "Hey, uh -" She wasn't really sure what to say. "I could help you out, you know. I may not look very wizardly, but I do use magic." I'm learning how to, anyway... Her insides squirmed at the thought of her magical training. Ferondir... A wave of bitterness coursed through her. He wouldn't have taught me real magic, anyway. He probably wouldn't trust me with it.