+--Legend of Zelda - God of the Rains --+ [ADVANCED][PG-16]

[fenrir]

"Checking up on you. Ganon-dono wouldn't like it if his favorite soldier went and died." She stifled a yawn. The wind began to pick up, and the mist surrounding them was being torn apart. "Hmm, Vang-chan, these guys will see us eventually." She began rocking side to side, her other arm now wrapped around her knees, the scythes clanging against the hard floor.

[Dad]

"Then let them. What would the fools do? Kill us? Besides, acting suspicious would only intrigue them, and cause a discrepancy. Just relax, and sit with me. If need be, we'll trail them. But as of now, they are of little importance. What information they have, I gathered."

 

As usual, his calm, collected, and composed nature kept him out of a mess. Though he was still aching to have a go at the human, he need not waist his precious whip on such a feeble boy.

[Hydra of Ages]

Lya's eyes flicked over the human who spoke again. He seemed determined to forge a rapport. She let the briefest sigh slip from her lips, and shrugged. "Dunno. Don't really have a place to do." She said, petting Pele, who still hadn't seemed to notice the curious boar. That didn't surprise her, considering Pele lacked eyes, ears or any particularly developed sense. Predators were normally warded off by the fact he could channel a fairly large electrical voltage through his spinal tentacle; Luckily, not in a direction from which the rider could be hurt. She shrugged a little. "And I'm not much like other Zora." She added. She glanced over at him. "And what about you? Why're you here?"

 

-

 

Velen darted out from beneath the tree he hid behind, quickly releasing three arrows. The first two missed the strange snuffling creature, but the third hit the moblin directly in the chest, causing it to call out in anger.

 

Velen hastily dodged to the side as a massive hammer thumped the ground near him. He sweated a little- apparently this moblin was resilient enough to live after an arrow to the chest, as he quickly unsheathed his blade. He assumed the fighting stance he had been taught as the Moblin watched him guardedly; The two stared at eachother for several minutes, as if waiting for the other to make a move. The air hung tensely, as if time itself were slowing down as both adversaries studied eachother for weaknesses, and-

 

Velen blinked out in shock as a red-stained blade slid smoothly through the moblin's body, bisecting him and throwing him away. A pale Hylian, dressed in oddly regal black robes and a strange eye color, didn't even look his way as he passed through. "W-who are you?" Velen asked in a demanding voice, caught off balance. The grey creature didn't even respond.

 

He chased after him a bit. "Hey, stop! What the hell... who are you?" He demanded again. The pale Hylian didn't stop.

"I'd get out of here." The grey-skinned Hylian said without stopping. "The Forest isn't a place for kids to play." He added. "M'name's Argoul. Remember it if you want, I guess." He finished before walking out of sight. Velen simply blinked, trying to get a grasp of what just happened.

[fenrir]

Holland looked down at the Zora. "I just came by to get some supplies, nothing else." He took a breath, and paused. He wondered if he should mention this to the Zora. He had nothing to lose right? "I was thinking of moving around though. Try to find a safe place, something like that." He stared off into the distance, his mind thinking.

[Hydra of Ages]

"Safe place?" Lya said with a cocked eyebrow. "Safe from what?" She giggled a little hesitantly. "Don't tell me you're a criminal or something. Because then I'd have to say, Boars probably wouldn't be the best steeds to make a getaway on."

 

She blinked as she noticed a commotion in town; Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large croud, with the occasional scream. She blinked and rose a little, reaching for her spear, when she caught sight of the disturbance; What appeared to be a pale skinned Hylian, donned in decorative, thin black silk clothing. A wide array of muscles could be seen rippling from beneath the small layer of clothing, much more than one would expect of a Hylian. A red sword was drawn in his hand, dripping with what could only be described as fresh blood. A small swath of people, apparently cut through as if it was foliage from a forest, lay in a panic nearby.

[fenrir]

"I was referring to this." Holland swiftly got up, grabbing his longbow. He jumped down from the rock, and walked around towards Lya, indicating for Avalanche to get out. The boar responded in a grunt, and lifted himself out. He quickly mounted him, pulling an arrow from out his quiver. He notched it, and aimed. His target was the slayer, specifically his hand. He squinted with his left eye, and took a deep breath.

 

He let go, and the arrow flew.

[Hydra of Ages]

The arrow flew true, hissing through the air slightly as it approached the slayer, who either didn't notice or didn't care about the arrow, until it stuck into his hand; The Slayer didn't even flinched, but paused, and lifted his arm to examine it. He grunted slightly, removed the arrow and tossed it to the ground, revealing an indentation, but no break in his skin. "Pathetic..." He muttered, before continuing to walk. After several paces, he seemed to be encased in green glow, disappearing completely.

 

Lya blinked, scrabbling up on a rock. She paused. "...What just happened?" She muttered, partially to herself. Pele bobbed dejectedly as it removed itself from the water, evidently sensing its master's discomfort.

 

[spoiler= Dark Mystic Profile]

(Note: This is not an application. This is an info-profile on NPC characters, AKA, any Dark Mystics controlled by yours truly, and don't get POVs.)

Name: Argoul The Red

Species: Hylian

Weapon: A long blade, dyed red almost permanently by blood. Any special abilities are unknown.

Abilities: Largely unknown. Skin is apparently strong enough to stop wounds from most weapons.

Notes: Current assignment from Ganondof is to destroy the Kokiri Village, who have responded by trapping him in a spell that causes him to wander across Hyrule for small stretches at a time. Doesn't seem to mind this, however, whenever the path does not take him across anyone to kill, he responds by physically ripping apart the spell itself.

 

 

[Guest]

The girl in the cell had stood up on command, nodding as she did. Being that of a rancher's daughter she didn't really know where she was or why she was there but one thing was for she and that was she was afraid of the man that stood near the cell's guard. "Excu... excuse me sir, my name is Naiori but can I ask why I was brought here? I don't have any social status and I highly doubt a twelve year old girl would be any problem to a king like yourself." Naiori had given the dark skinned man a formal gesture, hoping that she could keep herself alive.

 

 

OOC: Oh hai ladies, guess the pm applier has been revealed huh

[Hydra of Ages]

(OOC; Fenrir, that post was a little on the short side, plus I mentioned that the man disappeared as soon as he continued walking. He's gone; So you might want to redo that post.)

 

Ganondorf watched the girl for a while, raising an eyebrow. He growled slightly under his breath, more from the strain of channeling Din's energy through his body to repel the Master Sword's presence than out of any actual anger. He ignored what she said, and nodded after a few moments.

"She'll do." He muttered under his breath, walking past.

 

With that said, two Dark Mystic appeared out of thin air in a flurry of dark particles, wearing complex masks. They walked through the prison bars, their bodies changing momentarily into black particles, before each grasped the girl from the arm, disappearing again with her.

[Freeshooter]

Teliae walked up to the gates of Hyrule Castle Town, only to be stopped by two Dark Mystics. "No..." He smiled, taking the gift out of his bag. "I come bearing gifts for King Ganondorf, from the mountain tribe known as the Gorons. If you are wondering why I look Hylian, or Kokiri, I was adopted by a Goron, and raised with them and live with them. So, naturally, looking like a Hylian, was sent to Hyrule." He hid his depression, and anger that "He" was released. The Dark Mystics took him inside the town, only to spot horrible sights. But his eye caught one Hylian girl, sitting on the ground, making arrows. Teliae figured that she was being forced to make those for Ganondorfs army. She looked up, seeing him, the young girl now looking mesmerized by this young man. Her mouth was hanging open, in awe at the young man. "I guess my good looks finally caught somebodies eye." He thought to himself. Teliae realized the Mystics were moving faster than he was. A lot faster. He sped up his pace, and stood at the door into Hyrule Castle.

[Dad]

"Showoff," Vangelion muttered as he sensed Argoul's presence, brief, and suddenly gone. He had only appeared before this small time for a matter of seconds, and already he'd caused an uproar. Vangelion sighed, getting to his feet. Slowly he walked by the bar keep, sliding some gold into his palm. He turned to the old bar keep and cocked his head, with a grimacing smile, saying, "Keep the change," as he began to disperse and disappear on the spot.

 

"Aren't you coming, Nia-kun?" he ushered. He'd gathered enough of what he needed.

[fenrir]

(My bad, you have no idea how much I was in a rush at that time. >.<)

 

Holland raised an eyebrow, still shocked at the event. "Great, so this guy comes out of no where, then disappears?" He slung his longbow over his shoulder, and dismounted Avalanche. The boar seemed to dislike the fact that he had been forced out of the Hot Spring for something like that, and wadded back in. "Seems like Kokiri isn't safe anymore...." He concluded, his hand wanting to grab an arrow.

 

----

 

"Fine." Nia began to disappear much like Vangelion, only much quicker, the gems on her gauntlets glowing an eerie blue. "Still, those two seem like trouble." She indicated the human male and zora female. "You know what would be fun? If heroes showed up." She paused slightly, as she stared out a window. "Like Link."

[Otaku-sama]

Cumae was making his way out of the town when he saw a mysterious person cut a swath through a crowd. He immediately ran towards the injured crowd.

"Oh no! Who would do this! Don't worry people! I'll get you to help!"

Cumae picked up some of the injured people and brought them to the nearest building, which happened to be a hot spring.

 

"Gangway! Injured people coming through!" Cumae shouted as he carved a path through people taking cover in the hot springs. He cleared an area of chairs and tables and lay the people down. He pulled out a small vial of a blood red potion and put some of the liquid in each of the people's mouth. He then began to bandage their wounds, which didn't seem to stop bleeding.

[Dad]

Vangelion scoffed, as they arrived back at the "elegant" Hyrule Temple. "Link? Don't say such foolish things. He wouldn't dare show his face here, not with people like you and myself around, and let alone Lord Ganondorf. I doubt he's that arrogant," he said with chuckle. Vangelion never did approve of Link or said heroes, but then again, not many of the Dark Mystics did either.

 

"I'll go in and give my reports to his majesty. Tag alone if you wish, but let me do the talking," he said softly. Quietly he stepped forward.

[Freeshooter]

The Mystics pulled Teliae inside. Dark Mystics were abundant in this hall, which Teliae assumed wasn't one of the biggest in the Castle. He was in awe; he had't noticed before the markings on the arms of these people, or their skin tone. The two Mystics that had been leading him before stopped him outside of two gigantic doors. "Why are the doors always gigantic? Why can't they be normal. It must take, like, 50 guys to open these doors." "We need the Dark Lord's approval, before we can allow you in." One of them said in a very deep tone of voice. "That is reasonable. Want to make sure I have no murderous intent or anything, right?" He said back, in a regular tone. (OOC: That's your cue Hydra)

[Hydra of Ages]

(Spent most of today doing a project for a friend, urg.)

 

Ganondorf twitched slightly as a Dark Mystic delivered a report. Some sort of strange, Hylian-Like creature had invaded the castle- Or not, as he learned, and had actually come up to the gate. Ganondorf mused for a second.

"Diplomat?" He asked after a second.

The Dark Mystic paused, then shook his head. "Didn't seem like one."

"Sage, then?" Ganondorf said with more force, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade. The Mystic flinched. "We see nothing to indicate as such." He responded.

Ganondorf nodded. "Indeed?" He muttered, putting a hand to his chin. After a moment of thought, he nodded. "Allow him in... but, allow Sohre to act as his guide." he said after a moment's thought.

 

There was a tinking sound in the air, and a short figure appeared coached before the king. It looked similar to the other Dark Mystics Hylians, however in addition to his pale skin, his hair was still a bright blond. In addition, he only looked about 10 years old, wearing strangely conservative clothing for a Dark Mystic. Across his childish chest was a strap, on which a series of pan pipes were attacked, with a flute in a holster across his waste. What appeared to be a keyboard was strapped across his back, as if it were a Broadsword.

 

Ganondorf flicked his hand, and the young Dark Mystic disappeared.

 

[spoiler= Dark Mystic Profile]

Name: Sohre

Species: Kokiri

Weapon: Unknown. Carries a variety of musical instruments.

Abilities: Largely unknown.

Notes: Can appear and dissipate at will with greater proficiency than most other Dark Mystics, although always hails his arrival with a series of green sparks and musical notes.

 

 

[fenrir]

Nia shrugged, yawning. She decided to follow Vangelion anyways. She had nothing better to do. The scythes hanging from her gauntlets rattled as she walked, and her cloak flowed silently. It was over her head, hiding her pale-ish skin and silver hair. He walked prominently behind Vangelion, as to show her position. She could have jumped around like a little girl, and still be feared, but where's the fun in that?

[Dad]

All was quiet to their destination. They had reached the doors of Ganondorf's throne room, but it seemed something all too important was happening. How did he know this? Well, everything was quiet of course, and Lord Ganondorf was never quiet, even when sleeping. Vangelion decided to return later, leading Nia and himself to a quaint prairie just outside the castle walls, which was scarred by fire.

[Freeshooter]

(OOC: Umm, is he supposed to be some sort of Dark Link? I'm just asking due to the blonde hair and the fact he's a Kokiri.)

 

A small Dark Mystic appeared in front of Teliae. "Hmm?" He was curious, as he had only seen the Gerudos, the Sheikah, and the Hylians as Dark Mystics. But this boy was a Kokiri. "This is Sohre." One of the Mystics said, "He is to be your guide during your stay." "Oh, umm, thank you." Teliae responded, still a trifle mystified. "So, Sohre... Should I enter?" The boy said nothing, but a Mystic answered his question. "Yes. The Dark King shall allow you to enter the grand halls, dungeons, and chambers of his grand, royal, and esteemed castle." "Kiss-up." Teliae stepped in, not bothering to answer the pale-skinned being. (OOC: I'm not sure how you want Sohre controlled, so I'll stop for now. Sorry for the shortness.)

[Hydra of Ages]

(OOC; Blond's a common hair color for Kokiri.)

 

Sohre followed his charge moments later, placing his short arms behind his head as the large drawbridge drew up behind the, causing the entire castle to rumble. The small Mystic's smile grew, as his demeanor seemed to change.

 

"So, Teliae..." He began with a foxlike grin. "And don't ask how I know your name, they all do. So, what brings you here to the lion's den, so to speak?"

 

He said with a chuckle as he levitated a half inch off the ground and pirouetted in mid air. He blinked and cocked his head in shock when he noticed a large painting of a Hylian Monarch grafted to the wall, apparently having evaded the rest of the Mystic's notice until now. Sohre gave a small, childish giggle before releasing a lick of black flame that reduced the painting to a tiny mound of smoking ash against the wall. Another flick his hand released a tiny stream of green light that quickly created a large painting of his own profile, looking into the distance thoughtfully. The short Mystic admired his work for a moment.

 

 

-

 

Lya sighed a bit as she looked away. She had taken a few moments to examine the damage of the damaged humans, but truth be told, there was little to be done. The ones that had taken the worst wounds were already gone, and the ones who took smaller ones would be fine in a few days at the most. She stretched a little, mentally deciding that maybe it wasn't best to stay in Kakariko too long. Pele bobbed anxiously in the hot spring; he seemed to agree.

[fenrir]

Holland sighed thoughtfully, before shrugging it off. He was getting out of here, and fast. He had managed to grab some bomb on his trip to the hotspring, and was basically done with his errands. He gave Avalanche a quick check, making sure he was fine for traveling. Grabbing his longbow, he turned to Lya, and gave a quick nod. "Well, I suppose it was nice meeting you." He quickly mounted Avalanche, and waited for the Zora's response. If he was going to get one.

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: A CHALLENGER APPROACHES!!!

[spoiler=Dark Mystic App]

Name: Pha'ubo

 

Gender: Male

 

Race: Sheikah

 

Physical Description: Tall, about 6' 5", athletic frame. Wears a flowing bright red robe accented with silver trimming. No one has seen his face and lived, but his hair is short and black. His mask is shaped like a two headed pheonix, with the eyeholes being where the two necks join. The mask is mostly made of a unknown metal and is covered in gold foil. He is most often seen wielding a Shaolin spade with the same two headed pheonix carved into the main blade that is his mask shape.

 

Personality: Pha'ubo is a very charismatic Sheikah, being one of the few people who can actually guide the rage that is Ganondorf. Most of the time, he is very cheerful and enjoyable despite his dreadful occupation, but when he is threatened, he becomes quite sadistic and generally more evil. He treats all his peers with the utmost respect, no matter how much he personally hates them.

 

Biography: (I'm not so sure about how Dark Mystics grow up, but I'll try to write something.)

Pha'ubo was born in the parallel world where are Dark Mystics are born, naturally. His natural charisma emerged early in his life and quickly gained respect. He also developed his fighting skill with staff weapons and gained respect as a great warrior. When Ganondorf liberated the Dark Mystics from their bondage, Pha'ubo was one of the first people sent to be Ganondorf's personal advisors.

 

Pha'ubo acts as one of Ganondorf's tactical advisor and as an assassin when necessary. He prefers not to fight himself, but when he does, he is a whirlwind of death and destruction.

 

Weapons of Choice: Pha'ubo is proficient with all staffed weapons, but his favourite weapon his is Shaolin spade. It is much bigger than an average Shaolin spade. It is 1.5 times his height, the main blade is twice as large and the cresent at the end is also twice as large. The handle is red with an intricate silver design that resembles flames. The main blade is made of an extremely hard metal that can only be forged in the parallel world. It has a two headed pheonix scored into it. Both the blade and the crescent are extremely sharp and tinted purple.

 

 

 

IC: Pha'ubo emerged from the shadows in the corner of the room where Sohre had brought Taliae, seemingly out of nowhere. He dusted himself off slightly and walked out of the shadow. His golden two headed pheonix mask gleamed in the dim light that existed in the room. At first he did not notice Taliae.

"Greetings comrade Sohre! I bring apologies to the Dark Lord of my tardiness."

He then noticed Taliae, an unfamiliar face.

"And who would this be?" Pha'ubo asked while gesturing towards Taliae.

[Freeshooter]

Teliae was surprised, scared, and amazed. "... Well, the Gorons are sending gifts, to all the tribes and people of the land. Except humans. We are sending the gifts to the Zora's and Kokiri to encourage the sending of gifts as well." An ecstatic being began to speak. "I am Teliae. I come bearing gifts to the Dark Lord from the mountain tribe of the Gorons." "I also hope to prove something to King Ganondorf." He finished. "Well, I guess I just answered both of your questions." He cajoled. "Umm, I apologize for my impatience, but the elders told me to hurry back. When will I be seeing his majesty?" Teliae questioned nervously, afraid Sohre would incinerate him like Sohre did the painting.

[Hydra of Ages]

Sohre gave a childish giggle, and waved a figure. "Trust me on this, you'd rather NOT meet the Lord. His Dark...iness? Well, there's special enchantments put on this castle that were meant to repel Gannondorf in the first place. Of course, Gannondorf being Gannondorf, he doesn't particularly care and just toughs it out while screeching at us to find those two Sages that are keeping the enchantment in place."

He paused. "Maybe that was a bit too much info to freely give out. At any rate, my point being, it hasn't exactly done anything for his temper. Also..." He paused for a second, before adding bluntly; "He hates Kokiri. Something about the color green just irks him, I think." He said thoughtfully. "Actually, I think he sent a couple Mystics to kill 'em all, can't remember. Anywho, the fact he even let you in is staggering generosity, so let's not press it, eh?" He said amiably. He paused, then blinked up at the Skeikah. He smiled. "Oh, hey Pha. Didn't notice you there. This is... apparently an emissary of some sort. I wasn't really listening too closely, to be honest." He responded in his positively immature voice. He blinked, then glanced back at Teliae. "Oh, right, you mentioned the Gorons? Do you know them?" He asked.

 

 

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Lya nodded at the human. "Likewise. Though I somewhat wish it was under better terms." She muttered, waving an arm at the blood still staining the ground. She cocked her head slightly. "Where was it that you said you were heading?" She asked curiously. Pele bobbed twice, then breached himself and hovered a little on land. Lya patted his globe distractedly.

[Freeshooter]

Teliae perked up at the question, "Yes. I was adopted by one, so I've lived around them my whole life. If you're wondering what tribe or race I am, my mother was Kokiri, my father Hylian. So I'm kind of a Hylian half breed, I guess." He shrugged, still hoping to meet Ganondorf. "Damnit. I've had a bad feeling ever since I left Kakariko... I have to return quickly." "So, how did you come to be a Dark Mystic Sohre? I mean, I had only seen Sheikah, Gerudo, and Hylian Dark Mystics until I met you. So, how?" Teliae was filled with curiosity, mixed with worry, impatience and for some reason he wanted to dance... He believed that it was because some strange tune had been playing in his head the entire time. "Maybe I'll ask Sohre about it; he's probably traveled a bit."