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

[invective~directive]

Shiallia smiled, still looking sympathetic. She listened for an answer, she wanted to know too.

[AngelOzwin]

Ferondir of Mira -- Arbour Harbor

"It is you!" Ferondir stood up, forgetting that his legs were too weak to hold him on their own, and promptly fell back onto the bench. Unphased, he continued. "Where did you find those? You look you could be the king's steward."
Ferondir glanced at Shiallia and noticed her expression. She must have nightmares too.

[invective~directive]

Ferondir yelled "It is you!"
Shiallia looked back at Drimaethor. "You really do look like a nobleman. I would watch your pockets if I were you. So why do you need to look important? What exactly are we doing in Castle Town? Sneaking in illegally?" Shiallia seemed entirely unconcerned, maybe even a bit excited by the potential for actions of dubious legality.

[AngelOzwin]

Ferondir of Mira -- Arbour Harbor

Ferondir laughed. "Basically. I need to see for myself if the rumours are true."

[invective~directive]

Shiallia grinned childishly. "Sounds like fun. I get to come, right?"I'm pretty sure I do, but I'll check just in case. I hope the rest of the party gets here soon. I wanna meet them, and I wanna leave for Castle Town!

[AngelOzwin]

Ferondir of Mira -- Arbour Harbor

"As far as I know, all of us will be going," Ferondir said. "You included."

[Soupysoap]

Jack looked confused as Drimaethor walked right past him and on towards the town square.
"Uh, hello? Uh... Ok then, I'll, uh, go find someone else I guess..." Jack mumbled as who he was pretty sure was Drimaethor continued walking down the street.
Jack sat around, glumly looking at the shops in this district. Shiny armor lit up one of the windows, and some strange pastry filled a display a little bit down the avenue.
Jack walked towards the town square to follow Drimaethor at a leisurely pace, not in a hurry seeing as how the group wasn't really doing much. Or set a time or place to meet up. Meh. Jack shrugged, and kept walking the direction that Drimaethor had gone.

[invective~directive]

Us... I'm part of something. I don't think Ferondir meant it as anything important, but being part of this adventuring party means a lot to me.

[edragon.dale]

"Yes it is haha! Dont recognize me guys?" Drimaethor laughed and decided to do a noble looking pose. He looked back and saw Jack just sitting away from the group. He felt bad that he had just walked past him.
"Jack what do you think? Do you think a new sword would help me fit the nobleman look? Oh and that's why I need a new sword Guzore" Drimaethor said.

[portal2lbp2]

Notice! Sorry about any noticeably major big mistakes- I was doing this and typing a paper. XD.
Zeph; head in his hands, propped against the wall; inhaled, and exhaled deeply.
Taking another deep breath, he pulled his hands away from his face.
The forest shadows shifted around him, as if the sun itself was shifting around its axis.
It seemed as if the space between day and night blurred.
The life in the forest seemed hollowed- silenced.
Rays of light- sun and moon- seemed to shine through the canvasing trees.
There, in the darkness. Something moved.
No- not something. Somethings.
Multiple shadows crossed the space around the large tree stump, that sat in the middle of a clearing of trees- accompanied by a murmurs of whispers.

̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒

Zeph couldn't make out anything from the whispers. It didn't sound like a language to him.

̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒ ̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒
̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒ ̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒
̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒

Zeph stayed as close to the stump as possible. He was practically sitting on it.
He felt safer in the clearing.
Hello...?! Zeph demanded, surprised he could speak.
The light began to dance and shift even more rapidly than it was previously- until it stopped all at once. Zeph looked upwards, towards the bright red moon- casting ominous red shadows across the forest.
The shadows speed began to increase- though no sound came from there movements.
Now that Zeph observed- they weren't even walking. It was more like they were gliding across the ground.


̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒ ̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒
̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒ ̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒
̸̻̭̺̱̤̦ͤ͐̎ͅ ̵͙̰̹̜͓̼̘̈́ͥͪ̂̓͑ ̫̹̱̹͖̹͕̃̊ ̾̓ͫ̉̒͠ ̴͚̺͎̟ͪͤͮ ̴ ͎͓̰͔̒
They all chanted at once- though it sounded more like hundreds of low whispers, all eminating from the center of the-
Hello. The familiar voice said- mocking Zeph- from right behind him... The center of the stump.
Zeph gasped, stumbling as fast as he could away from the stump- until his back was against a tree.
vultis vobis subjicere in caelum ultimum sanguine lunae The silhouette spoke softly, but with a tone of malice in his voice. In Zephs voice.



Ş̹̥̫̑̋̑̇ͮ̇̏h̠̱̼̰͍̫͇ͫͩͫ͗̕e̻͙̹̻͆ ͈̠̝̤̥̞ͧ̉ͭ͊̚ǐ̹̙͖̲͍ͧ͜s̙̞̖̟̘͍̳̓͑̀̓ ̛͐̔͊c͕͕̝̩̝͉̩͊̇̇̾͋̄̚o̳̮͖̭m̪̰̤̰̟͔̚͜i̟͇̘̦͂̀̍̓̈ͨͮͅn̹̹̖͞ͅg̭͙̥͙̯͎ͦ̽ ̛̳̘̙̲̑̊̇́ͅb͕̪͉͚̘̟̦͝ac̶̝̻ͦ̊̈́ͨ̚k͈̝̑ͭ̃
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͂W͑̌̆͟e̻̰̗͛͌̇̄ͥ͝ ̡̪̘̦̒̆̔̓ǎ͎̠͈̟̤͈͎ͨ̎ṟ̦͍̙́̾e̟̝͆̎ ̬͈͙̿̀̄͆̉ͪ̿c̼͕͈͕̖̔͑ͦͧͪ̈́̚o̝̝͊m̸̩ͯͩị̋ͮ̑̉̚̚͞n̩͎̦͇̥͙̔ͭg̻̙̫̅̇ͣ͆͘
͔͉̳̤̀̊ͮ
̧͖́̽ͦ̄ͭͬͪT̉͋͌ͩ̔ͨͭh͔̙̙̱̰̪͓́e̝̣ͣ͟y̡̮̬͔̦̣̞̎ͭ̾ ̼͕̻̖̯ͪ̌̅ͤ̾a̳͌̂ͤͤ͐̍r̷̚̚e̴̓ͩͮ ̮̜̹͖͓͋̿͛ͯ̉̽͝c͙̤̯͈͚̳̹̒̋̂̋ͪo̐͊̅͐ͤ҉̺͎̯̫̖̙̺m̡͖̻͆i̹̞͓̳̤̮ͥͨ̄͒̏n̞̞̤̯ͣ̀ͭg̻̹̣̹
͍͈̯̬ͧͯ̔
̿͊ͭ͋̑ͅW̺̥͍͍̬̭̘ͩͣ̏̾̔͊̚e͇̤̜̣̼̻̖͌͆̐͌͗̽ ̜̺ͬ̌̓̀̐͊͑a͚̝̹̬͓̒̽r̡̳͉͇͇͕ͬ̆ͅe͇̺̖̠̩̊̀͛ ̼͚ͩc̴͓ͣͣͫo̮ͦ̔ͩm͓̬̣̦̘̥̅ͣ͘ͅḯ͔̫ͫn͎͕͍̻̮̞͐ͫ̚g̱̳̦͚͔͉ͤ
̉̍ͤ͡
̼̤̳̗͎̬͗͗ͤS͉̜̹̼̪͎̗̍͆̎̆̑͐͞h̼͙̖͔̼̺ͯͬͮ̈́̉e̛̙̮͎̖̰͗̊ͨͮ̂̆ ̦̩͇̖̫̌̒͑i͂͏͔̦̺̼̭̮̰s̼̫̞̣̟̞̤̔ͩ͑̅̇̚ ̡͖ͮ̉̏ͩc̷̰̘͖̈ͯo̝̮̹͉͉͉ͥ̀ͯ̃̉ͅm̢̰̩̻͕̮̻̫ͣ̅̐ͨ̄̍̔i̦͓̗̪͓͚̇͊ͭ̿ͨ̓ͣn̡̳̰̈́ͣͧ̃̋̽g͇̫͇̘̠̙̠ͣ̆ ͇̰̞̯̼͚͎͐̓b̒͌a̖̙̞̥͙̔̑ͪc̆͊̓̎̊k̪̪͙̹͚̦͍ͣ̓̎ͦ̊ͯ
͙̟̻ͤͯ̋̐ͣͬ̚
̐̎̒̑́̓҉͓̹̺̫̪̪Ŝ͔̣̕h̻͈͎͇͚͍e̤̼̲̯̺̰ͩ̓̿͊͌̔̑ ̢͗͗͌̽i͈̦͇̘͇̖͎͢s̸͎̋̐̑ ̖͕̪̙̦̞͕̇͗̉ͨc̮̬̥̚o͍̰͙̬̤ͨm̨̝̳͉͍̭͍̜ͣ̎̚ï̢̳̮̔ͮ͂ͦn̺̒g̶̜̮̋̆͗
̽̐ͮ̓̀̍҉̲̰͎
̖̜̈́ͨ̔́S̻̱̭̺ͮh͕͑͐ͨ̿͂̚̚ë͏̬̺̖̙̫̱͕ ͨͦͪ̚҉͎̠͖̘ḯ̗̹͕̲̖̺̜s͍̎ͣ̐̒̅ͪͦ ̺̦̩̰̥ͩ̾͊c̟̟̫͓̼͝o̭̬ṁ̭̱̟̪̥̰̘ͮ̏i͉͓̦͇͚͍̩̅̅̃n͚̣̺͙̠̰ͨ̊ͯͫͥͪg̹̩͓͕ͦ̌̔̾̒͗͆ͅ
̇̈́ͪ͗҉͕̩̩
̭̖̥ͩ͊̏̒ͫͬ͡g̙ͨ͒̿n͌͏͙i̸̥̰͔̣̺̯̣̔ͦ͊m͒̓̀̒̎o̮̩̭̬̹̱̓̇̾ͬ̒́͗͜c͓̥͔̻̰͓͆ͣ̏̄̆ ̖͈̫̻̦ͫͬͨs̤ͮ͠i̙̟̫͈̐ͥ̒͊ͩ ͍̝͔ͪ͞è̢̮͉̬͍ͩ͛ͫ̇h͑̆ͫ҉̲̤̹S̭̪ͬ
̹̍
̞̫͋ģ̥͓̘͋͌̊͋ṋ͛̇̿ͨͪi͇̗̺̦̬͎͐̒ͩ̽͟m̷̭̭̳̭̖͂̇o̷̼̎͗c̴͓̱̥̺̪̦̈̂̇ͬ̔ ̪̗͈̿͌s̘͢ḭ͚̦̄̿ͩ̋͡ ̋e̡̘̳̭͉͇͚̰ͨ͊̊̓̾̂̑h̞̗s̚
̣͇̦̲͂̓̍̈̈́ͯ̍
̣͖̣͉͍͋̊̍̔̾̂́Y͕̎ͮ̀̀ͅo̘̜͍̥̯̞̯͒̃ͤͩͮư͖̹̬̼̖̖̇ ͕̲̝̜͋ͥ̒̌͐c͍̬ͪͫa̫̭̳͚̺ͨͩ̓̈̀̍̽ṋ̘͕͉͖͕̯͞n̥̗̘ͨ̐͐ͧ̽̀õ̭͍ţ͗ͥ̈́ ̓͟w͔̰̪̱͋̑ͩ͛i̜̹̙͚͓ͭ̂ǹ
̭̫͙̥̜͈̃̊͛ͥ̿ͦ͋
̜͇̟̉͝H̥e̪̰̜̩͈͍̍͐ͤ͡ ̖̭͍̼̳͔͍ͤ̊ͩ̑ͦͥ̏ì̶̞͚̐̽ş̗̠̪̭͇̫̬̌̀̎̅̋̀̚ ̟̘̱̲̻͚̅̇d̶̤͇̱̫̰̝ͅe̼͉̱̖̠̹ͣ̓͌͗̈́̅̿́a̺̬̜͖̫͐ͬͣ̂̃d̩̩̻͕̱̙͇̓͆̊ͬ͋̍͑
͎̯̘̫̜̅̈͊̃͊ͧ
̫̜̫̘̣̑͑͒ͬ͊͞Ṡͫ̏ͨͨ̒̐h̙͉͆̄̒ͧͣ͑ę̮̖̙̤̊͒ͧ̀̆ͤ ̓͜íś̠̯̐̀͒ͫͩ͑ ̏̕n̺͕̱̗̣̻̓ͮ̈́͐͌͘o̥t̹̲̲͔͕̫͂̈̽̽
͕̪̫̻̈́
̴̥ͧ̒̿̍ͮ̑͛S̙͕̝̩̖͙̤ͨ̈ͬ͑ḥ͉͍̃́è̖̻͂ ̘̳͇͋͠i̜̫͍̪̜ͩͯ̈̀̋ͪ̏́s̭̪̾̒́̀̚ ̫̩̞̈͗c̡̳̣̙͈̯̙̝ͩ̓̓ͩͦͫͦo̮͇̖̻̗m̜̥͍͓ͪͪ͆̋̔̏ĭ͋ñ̐́̀͐̋g̰̮̯̭̏͆͢ͅ
̷̖̼̭̫ͨ͑̑͋̎
̤̭͐͆̉ͫ̇ͧ̒S͚͒̐̃͑͗ͣ̏h҉̤͚͙e̖̬̹̱ͅ ̠̤̯͔̗͒͗ͦ͒iͧ̋͐ͮ̄s̮͉͍͒̌̌̀͛ ̱̼̿̉ͯ͒ͧͩč̖̝̩̼̥̝͌͒͋̕o̼̥͉̓ͥ̾͋̓͐m͉̹̥͍̺̒͂͡ì̜̗̯̣͚̪ͫ̓n̼̜̜̭͇ͬ̇̋͞g̺͔̤͈͉̒̅̃ ̯̲͉̬̺̳̟͛̏̔ͮ͘b̷̹̀ͪa̻̭̝ͤ̐ͬͩͯͦc̠̰̤̖̠ͫ̓ͬͧ̃̆̌k̻̯͔̗͖͋̾̾ͮ
̵̫̬͙͇̺̍ͨͩ̽T̄ͤ̀̎hͯ̍̾͆́ͥ̃eͫ̃ͯ́͋ͦ͏̭̳̰̟ͅy̹̯̥̮͎̋̋̐̓ͅ ҉̬͖͉̱̣͇͈aͧ̀͆̇͡r̗ͮë̴̼͔͈̥̋ ̤̥͚̿͡n̪̂͊ͤ̈̾̚ḛ͇̜̊ͩͬ͑ͥ̚̚͡c̳̼̦͘e̱̍s͙͙̺̳ͧ̿̂̃͋s̟̩̍̈́͑ͨͯͤ̈́͘ả̢̭̤̹̥̰r͍̯͚͋ỳ̶̮̭͓̱̅͒̀͂̑
̰̜̎ͧ̄̋S͓̖͓͌͌̅ͬh̦͐̒̀͆͝é̤̝̺̐ͣ̓ͅ ̣͉͈̥̆͗̾i̴͎̠̲̮̼̦͚ͪ̏s̷̯̮̦̺̩ͮ̍̈́̾̾͂ ̘͚̪̲̤̑̈̉̒̈́ͯͫa̳̞̰̩͉l̨̘m̞̠̤̾̔͊̊ǒ̪̱͚̺͚̤s̔̉ͭ҉͖̘̘̣͈̣̯t̰̗͖̳̽̿͛ͭͧ ̙̹ͯ́͗͝h͂͡e̖̩̺̟͇̰ͤͫ̾̽͠r̋̔̎ͥ̿҉̥̳̤̖̱ê͙̙̘͔͗̾̀ͅ
̶͛ͨ̈́ͦ͋̚A̝ͫͫ̀ͧ̎̔͝l̻m̪͇̟̑o̼̳͈̮̻͖̻̾̽̅ş̘̟͍̆ͮͯ͊t͉̩̣̫̜̦̓̄̆̂̀̃͢
̸͕̣̰͙͐͑ͪ̇A̲͇̱͎̘ͫ̃l̩̯͓̺̩̥m̱̜̺̰̦͙̩o̲̹̫̺̼ͮ͊ͮ̊s̼̮̪̲̬͐̔͒̃͜t̸̝̲̭̳̲̟͋͑̍̉̈
ͧA͕̺̟l̼̙̖̖ͧͣͫ͗̚ͅm͉͓̩͠ô͓̬͔ͯ͟s̗̞̩̝͋t̛͔ͭ͊ͅ
͏̞̬͈̝͔͇̹Ṭ̙̯ͩ͐̒ͩH̷̫͍͔͉̽̏͋E̔̀̋ ̣͋̃ͥ͢N̨͕̹̽̈͗E̗̤͙͍̻̖̭M̖E̟̪̠̞ͤ̈̕T̡͙̻͈̗͕̳Õ̳̤̭̰͉̹̲̓̓̆̄̎͐͠Ń͍͚̹̥̾̈́ ̰͎̬̻̪̟̾̏̋̍ͮ̒͞ͅĪ̤̯̤̭ͯͤ͝S͔͖͔̗̱͉͎͋ ̠͓̯̠̥͡K͉̘̙̦̙ͩ͋̔̏ͣ̓̀E̫̲̬͇̻̦̊Y͉̞
̧̯̪̜͓ͧ́̂͒̌̇
͙̤͎̼̝̑ͭN̗̙̺̈E̗ͣͣM̙͕͓̺̝ͣ͞Ė̩̬̟̭͝T̘̤̤̜̎̇̒ͦ̐̚̕O̩͕̟̰ͯ̅̎̈́̌ͩ̚ͅN̙̮̾̎̏͛N̴͕̫̥̙̭̻̆̈́̽͑ͅO̘͎̲͎̪͕̍ͯ͌̇̒͒́̚T͂͆͐̒̇̌̅҉̦̖͈E̙͇̫͌ͯ͌̐͊͌M̱̞̲̗̿̏͒̿ͥ́N͎ͥͭE̝̙̫̼̟̻ͤ̈́ͭͬ̎́

Voices. So many voices. So many words. So much noise.
The noise of the forest was back.
But it didn't sound like any forest Zeph had heard before.
The birds sounded as if they were all yelling- the trees sounded as if they were burning- the water sounded like it was boiling- the voices sounded so calm.
Zeph looked up, from grabbing his throbbing head.
He was in the center of the Nemeton, as the shadow figures encircled it- all while still chanting.
stop. stOP! STOP! Zeph screamed, until he felt him self being pulled around.
He was now face-to-face with a pure black shadow.
̨̖̲̣̓̓̄ͧ ̴͉̯̝̣ͨ̆͛́ͤ͋ ̥͈ͧ͝ ̖̞̪͆̊ ͒̌ͦ͏͎͇͇ ̨̖̲̣̓̓̄ͧ ̴͉̯̝̣ͨ̆͛́ͤ͋ ̥͈ͧ͝ ̖̞̪͆̊ ͒̌ͦ͏͎͇͇Are we not drawn onward to new era. are wenot drawno nward ton ew era. ̨̖̲̣̓̓̄ͧ ̴͉̯̝̣ͨ̆͛́ͤ͋ ̥͈ͧ͝ ̖̞̪͆̊ ͒̌ͦ͏͎͇͇ ̨̖̲̣̓̓̄ͧ ̴͉̯̝̣ͨ̆͛́ͤ͋ ̥͈ͧ͝ ̖̞̪͆̊ ͒̌ͦ͏͎͇͇
Her. We. Them. Us. She. Ship.. pihs. ehs. su. meht. ew. reh. The voice, randomly.
Zeph didn't need to see its face to know it was staring into his eyes.
He quickly reached down to his sheath, and withdrew the sword- which was glowing a dark orange, runes illuminated with energy.
Zeph pulled backwards, and as quickly as he could, sliced the sword forwards- through the air.
HIYAH!
He expected blood, or a noise of some sort.
...
Zeph wobbled backwards, feeling disassociated.
He opened his eyes.
He was still in the forest, but it was daytime. The same time as he grabbed his stele- which was the last thing he remembered doing.
GAH! Zeph shouted, focusing his vision on himself. He was holding the sword just as he was in the... other forest?
But now, the sword was glowing a bright orange, and electricity seemed to be surging from his hands into the sword.
The hilt felt incredibly hot.
Zeph dropped the sword, which had felt like it was burning his hand.
He sank to his knees- observing the area while catching his breath, and trying to make sense of the situation.
The first thing he had noticed was that the large tree stump was gone.
Was it all a dream? Zeph said warily.
Maybe it was that weird food jakub had conjured...

Her. We. Them. Us. She. Ship.. pihs. ehs. su. meht. ew. reh.

The shadow had said in his dream.
What could that possibly mean?
It had to be something?
After a few minutes- Zeph gathered his thoughts. Now was not the time for this, he had to find his friends. They were on a mission after all.
He sheathed the sword- without giving it a second glance, then brushed off his cloak and hair.
He resolved to not use the sword if he didn't have too.
Now where could they be? I know how to find them quickly. Zeph said, remembering his new found power.
HNN! Zeph doubled over, grabbing his leg.
Ahhh... Ouch, massive leg cramp.
A few moments later, Zeph got up and tried again.
He got the same result.
After a few minutes, he made a solution.
Ugh, old fashioned way it is.
Zeph could still feel the speed force in him, but just barely- if anything. It was as if it had almost completely been drained from him.
After a few seconds of Zeph steadying his mind, and once again gathering his thoughts- he walked back into the city.
He could hear his friends voices.