Legend of Zelda: Congregation of Shadows (the RP)

[Gee-chan]

Legend of Zelda: Congregation of Shadows
Introduction post
(this starting post is in first person, after that it switches to third person so as to avoid confusion as other people will be joining in. At the moment only characters of same race will be interacting. This will continue until further notice which will be when the story permits it)

Twili:
They say that the world of light was one where good prevailed, protected from the forces of evil by the hero of time, a warrior chosen by the three goddesses. I had often been told tales of this bright, glorious, life filled land that I would never see due to the folly of my ancestors and their insatiable lust for power.
I am Naarsa of the Twili. At the age of 13 I am a simple villager of a small community in the Valley of Dusk (A valley where one of the Sols* could be found until it was moved to the Tower of Dusk where it now rests) and I am noted for my affinity with magic.
There have only ever been two who were born into our tribe to ever see the world of light; Zant the unfaithful and Midna, Queen of Twilight, one of them being now dead, killed by the other. It is two years since Zant was slain by Midna using the arcane power of the fused shadows collected from the world of light and despite the fact that he enslaved the world and twisted his servants into monstrous forms we still respect him for his devotion and commemorate his death for, however misguided he was only wanted to reclaim the world of light and allow us to walk in the land of hyrule once more.
I finished my chores for the day and went to the town gathering where we prepared the transportation spell that would take us to the Twilight Palace.

* One of two artefacts that provide the dim light of the twilight realm, it is like the sun of our world/ hyrule, hence the name Sol (which is Spanish for Sun)

Gerudo:
The bright desert sun fell upon the blasted wasteland I call home. There was relief around the village as there was little wind, only a cooling breeze from the mainland, not strong enough to lift the desert sands. We had a day of respite from the siege of the elements, and a day of siege from the advancing army. It had been like this for weeks, the army I mean. The wind was always there, by night bringing freezing cold to stop us from resting, by day bringing sandstorms to stop us from being active. The army was from the mainland. This was the great Hylian army. Were many of our sisters were not training in the trackless desert and it were not forbidden to call them back, we would have crushed them by now.
I am Landara of the Gerudo tribe. I am aged 15 and a bow specialist. My village is positioned around some ancient ruins we happened across during a sandstorm that hit us during our migration. Soon after a caravan of migrants arrived reporting that they were attack by a small group of soldiers wearing they army of the Royal Army of Hyrule. The elders did not think much of it; even if it was the ‘great Hylian army’ they did not stand a chance against us. After couple of days there were no signs of an invading army so we came off full alert and permitted the initiations* to begin. As soon as we did this the siege began on the camp. We have been holding out ever since, keeping alive until the first sisters returned from the desert.
As the sands died down we gathered in front of the ancient temple entrance waiting for signs of the skirmish to begin.

* Based on the idea from LOZ:OOT where in order to be counted as an adult a Gerudo must go through the training ground, a dangerous series of trials testing strength, skill, speed, intelligence and cunning. In this case they must survive at least month alone in the desert searching for a specific place where they must collect something as proof, if it takes longer than a month then they must stay out there until they have finished.

Hylian:
It was time to attack. The morning sun pelted down on the blood drenched sands of this accursed desert. I had lost many friends here. To the enemy. To the elements. To insanity. So many faces in my mind that I would never see again. I had vowed to avenge them…somehow.
I am Garath, soldier in the Royal Army of Hyrule. I am 17, from Kakariko village and trained in the art of swordsmanship.
I had been away from home for at least 2 months on this campaign against the Gerudo desert bandits. When I first heard about the campaign I had thought it to be a waste to send a whole army against a few thieves just to recover some old mirror, no matter how ancient it was. However when the first skirmish began I was just how wrong we were.
We had tried to ambush a small caravan travelling through the desert. We had sent a company to move in to take the caravans and kill the Gerudo who manned it. We waited at camp for the night with no word. With dawn we moved off again and were shocked by what we saw laying there on the sand. The bodies of the company we sent lay there motionless, far from the tracks of the caravan, each with a single arrow sticking from the heart or head, no other wounds could be found, as though they had been killed with a single arrow each. We had underestimated the strength of the Gerudo and these men had paid the price for our folly.
After another week in the desert we had found the current home of the Gerudo tribe built around the ruins of some old temple looking structure. The first attack took them by surprise and even though I saw no action I am told we killed many of their warriors and destroyed a quite few of their houses before being driven back. The next attack had not been quite so successful with only a handful of Gerudo beaten and many of our men killed or injured. The following attacks had been no more successful and had continued to be so until the sandstorms came preventing any kind of engagement. How the Gerudo managed to cling onto life here I will never know. Perhaps it is because they are forced to live in such an accursed land that they resort to thievery.
The storms blew in for days on end, howling from the temple like the cries of a thousand suffering inhuman souls. The howling wind, the biting cold of night, the scorching heat of day and the agonising sands drove many men out of their minds during that time of natural hell. Something would just snap and they would run into the desert laughing or crying or screaming or babbling incoherently only to fall and die before they made it out of the camp. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the storms died down and we could once again go outside. It was a mixed blessing of course as we would have to go to combat again.

The night before we would break camp the squadron I was in sat around the campfire.

[Sasha]

Mabala sighs as she approaches camp. " This was such a long and hard month but I made it there and found this. I hope this is good enough for them." She fixes the small bag she has on her back and under her sword and enters the camp. " Sisters i have returned from my trials ."

[Shadowmaster]

Lyon sat on the ground, his thoughts on the upcoming battle. He was quite a distance away from most of the other warriors.

[Rose]

*Merk comes to Mabala* Whats wrong?

[Sasha]

Mabala looks at him. " I just got back from my trails. Something you don't have to worry about since your male."

[Rose]

(I edited!!! because the GM told me to)

[Sasha]

((silly confusion everywhere gits ))

[Gee-chan]

Garath:
Garath gets up from next to the campfire and goes to sit next to Lyon.
"Hey, you thinking about whats to come?" he asked

OOC: oh no, I;ve caused confustion havn;t I? the problem stems from i'm sure that Merk went to talk to lyon. Whether thats true or I've just lost it I dont know, but Ghost, there was no need to alter your character, change that back and if Neko changes her post back as well then it will make sense again...sorry

[Shadowmaster]

"Yes, this is a big battle." Lyon said.

[Sasha]

(lol fixed)

[Rose]

(Nah im too tired to edit)

[Sasha]

((eh just edit it later then))

She looks at him. " Why would you think something was wrong."

[Gee-chan]

Garath
"Yeah," replied Garath, "Hey have you heard the rumours? apparently this is going to be the last push as there are more Gerudo coming as support soon."

[Shadowmaster]

"I hadn't heard that. I guess we'll just have to make this battle count." Lyon says to Garath.

[Gee-chan]

OOC: Now that I can post again I am going to revive this RP with my necromantic powers of DOOM. Anyone who wants to join in can post in the following part.

Hylina and Gerudo
Sleep came restlessly for both sides but the sands remained calm. At dawn the commander of the Royal Hylian Army rallied his troops and looked towards the Gerudo camp, his green hat and tunic standing out against the golden sands.

Meanwhile in the Gerudo camp the young warriors and retired vererans gathered at the walls of the ruins that was their current home. Today was the last day of this fight. Today it would be decided whether they would live or die.

Twili
Naarsa and the other villagers gathered in the spell circle and activated the transportation spell. Pinpoints of light and dark shot past the group until they arrived at the central square of the castle. To those who had never seen it before it was a sight to behold; huge towers of shadow stone and banners of the royal sign, the mark of dusk and the mark of dawn could be seen high above with the towers containing the sols gleaming like huge torches and filling the air with a comforting glow. For those who had seen it before it was only slighly less spectacular. The square itself was a bustle of activity with stalls and shows and uncountable numbers of people each trying to see everything on display.
The village elder spoke up. "Alright everyone," he said, "You can all go and look around but when the ceremony starts you must all return here to our circle. Have fun."
Naarsa and many other children all ran into the crowd while the adults did the same, although with a bit more composure.