Legend of Zelda : The Swarm

[RaZoR LeAf]

Sorry this took so long to get up everyone. I meant to do it Saturday, but I was busy all day, and again on Sunday, and I've got this whole 'gateway to Work' thing going on for the next two weeks, which means I'm out all day between 9am and 4pm. But enough about me, here's the RPG. Since I basically covered my characters intro in my Sample, I'll repost that here as a starter for everyone else. Before I do that, the old 'Information Section' malarkey.

Map of Hyrule

Here's the Map of the area where the RPG takes place. Since I didn't include a legend on the map, I'll explain a bit of it. Dots, as you can probably guess are important named locations. Whirls in the ocean represent Whirlpools, and as such are incredibly difficult to sail through. Small crosses are the locations of the Beacons. The order they will be done on hasn't been decided on yet (though the one above Kakariko is likely to be first).

Main Characters

1. Sheikah - Roul (Erik Destler)
2. Lizalfos - Nanaea (Lady Myuu)
3. Kokiri - Fala (LilyPichu)
4. Zora - Talise (Shadowfaith)
5. Gerudo - Naomi (Tenten)
6. Goron - Torog (Snazzy Snorlax)
7. Subrosian - Smich (Bulk)
8. Keaton - Koto(Razor Leaf)

Secondary Characters

• Deku Scrub - Luka (Shadowfaith)
• Hylian - Stryker (Snazzy Snorlax)
• Sign Ups are still open for Secondary Characters, please refer to the sign ups here

Everybody should be close to or in Kakariko. Where you begin, a seemingly old woman approaches you, her face hidden in a brown robe. She asks you to follow her and she leads you to the old Skulltulla house. She doesn't reveal anything to you, not even her identity, and she wont until the main eight are gathered in the house. Others things your character do not know, and should not discover in your first post, are Link's presence, the Swarm having returned, the locations of the Beacons.

Koto (m) Keaton

Hyrule was green once, full of life, now it was a blackened charred mess, devoid of life, of heart. Koto sat atop a hill, staring at the ravaged field before him. Patches of sick, dying grass were all that survived amongst huge pits of ash, the remains of a destructive fire that had washed over the grasslands. Such evil and horror had never entered the realm of the Keatons. There was something about his home realm, that made it different to Hyrule. It had, a glow to it. A spiritual glow, maybe red. No, definitely orange. Koto jumped over the burnt grass and continued his walk to Kakriko, exploring the country as he did. The forests interested him, he could feel a lot of life still living within the dense magical forests, strong life. He wanted to explore, but knew he had other things to take care of first. Perhaps later.

Kakirko was nearby. At least, he assumed it was, he'd never taken much interest in the locations of Hyrule, in his home realm, going from one place to another was simple. But that wasn't important now. Actually nothing was important really, since the Swarm were unable to enter the Keaton realm, really the Keatons didn't need to make themselves involved in the war, but they chose to, simply because they were curious. Kakriko was characterised by a huge flight of stone stairs leading up a sharp cliff face into the city, which rested nestled in the mountains. The village bustled with life, housing refugees from all over Hyrule. There were several Zora's and Goron's too, finding comfort in being around others who had lost so much, than staying in their own homes. In the centre of the village was a large Windmill, and outside it, a deep well, where the last remains of a powerful spirit was starting to waver and fade away. Koto was drawn to it, peering into the well he saw only darkness at the bottom.

"You are the first to arrive young Keaton." a voice came from behind. Koto turned and looked up to the face of a young woman, hidden behind tattered robes. "Follow me."

Koto followed the woman into a large house that others in the village seemed to stay away from. Koto sensed a strange aura within the house, one that was full of a hurtful emotion known as Greed. It was damaged, however, and would not be able to hurt anything again. The house interior was old and dead. Nobody had lived here for many, many years. In the corner, shrouded by darkness sat a young man, also hidden beneath a tattered robe.

"Oh ho, the Hero, I am surprised to see you here young one." Koto said with glee. "Your tales have impressed many a Keaton in the few years you have existed beyond the land of the Deku."

"I never expected a Keaton to be one of the chosen few." The young man said "I always thought you were just a myth. A character that kept children entertained."

"The life of a child is filled with curiosity, such wondrous stories they tell of us. But you should not begrudge us, after all, are the Kokiri not seen in the same light?"

"Young Keaton, you know why we have called so many here." It was a statement, not a question from the female.

"Hoi, I do, I do. Other are arriving, some I feel, are already here. Plus more, ones that are not needed, but will join us anyway. Will you not accompany us Hero? Or will you stay hidden from sight? You are, after all, indebted by the people of Hyrule."

The man smirked and laughed a little. Koto watched him inquisitively, as the boy climbed up into the rafters, opened a roof window and climbed out. The woman stopped as she was leaving the house.

"I'll be back soon, with the others. Please wait here young Keaton." she said, before locking the door behind her.

Koto circled the room a few times, before lying down on a bed of straw chuckling to himself. 'My dear Princess, if only you could fathom the life of a Keaton, you would know I am older than this very village.'

 

[Deleted member 11515]

Roaring like a fierce tiger, the thunder clapped its way throughout the area. Rain droplets plunged from the sky onto a old man's face as he quietly, but quickly stolled down the empty street of Outpost City. Glancing both ways before he scurried to the right path caused him to pause for a moment. At that precise moment, a bolt of lightning impaled the ground near him; had he been there, he would be a crisp, but as luck would have it, he wasn't.

Sighing with relief, the old man walked towards the left and into a wooden shack, where he ran his hand through his thick, course raven hair. Rubbing his emerald green eyes, and arching his back, he let out a yawn. Rainy days like this always made him sleepy.

Walking deeper into the shack, he noticed there was a note on the table.

"Alferd,
I appreciate your hospitality for allowing me to stay in your humble abode for a fortnight, but now it is time for me to go. I bid you farewell with a letter, as I cannot stand saying goodbye face to face. Call me a coward if you will, but I just cannot stand doing that. It's depressing. I may visit you soon, all depending on what is going on.

May the Goddesses bless you,
Raoul"

Rereading the note, and then pausing, he sighed, knowing he probably wouldn't see him for a good while.

Vividly, he recalled the day they first met, over a six monthsago. Like today, it was rainy, and he had an errand to finish up in the Castle Market. Upon returning home, he found Raoul on the streets, and took him in for a night. Just like today, the morning after he arrived, he vanished into the night with a note similar to the one Alferd was reading.

Sighing now, Alferd climbed into his bed, and watched the world around him eventually go black.

Two or three miles away, outside of the Kokori Forest a young man was quickly walking towards the village of Kakariko. As the man stepped out into the sun, you could see the sunlight engross him completely. Instantly, his features were now noticable. A turban with the familiar Shiekan eye, and a dark blue robe adorned his somewhat muscular body. Below the robe walked two legs, dressed in a pair of black pants. Looking closely would allow one to see the dark blue shirt that engulfed most of his upper torso.

After about two and a half hours, he finally reached the at one time small village, which now had a population busting 10,000.

With great ease, he climbed the large stairs, and entered his hometown.

As he tried to enter the town, a guard appeared on the scene and inquired, "What is it that you need in this village?"

Fumbling for a moment, he pulled a note out of his pocket written by the Princess Zelda, with the stamp of Hyrule imprinted at the lower right-hand corner.

The guard flashed a false smile, glaring with hatred towards Raoul. With a flash of his arms, the gate was open for Raoul to enter, which he did.

Glancing around at the village, he noticed that war had most definitly taken it's toll on the town. Great buildings were now rundown, the usual Cucco that squawked around had disappeared.

"Home sweet home," was the somewhat confused utterance coming from Raoul's mouth.

With a frown engraved on his face, he walked towards the graveyard to pay a visit.

Walking up the path, he found a gate closing the cemetery off. "This will just not do," he muttered under his breath. With a swift kick, the gate opened, and he entered the resting place of the dead.

Gasping, he observed the scene before him. The once nicely kept graveyard he had spent most of his childhood in was overrun with weeds up to his knees.

Tomb stones had been damaged, and he just was not sure what he could do.

Uneasy, he took out his harp, wondering if it could work.

Plucking each string into a melody that sounded like Saria's Song backwards, the Song of Healing began to take its affect on the tombstones. What was crumbled was now fixed.

Grabbing a fire arrow, he bent down onto the ground and set the entire grassland on fire.

While it burned, he climbed on top of Dampe's old house, and watched the grass dissappear.

Twenty minutes later, he strung a few ice arrows, and put out the fires. Hesitantly, he trudged over to a tombstone in the far east.

Looking down, he read the names on the tombstone. "Fredrick and Gwyneth," read the information on the tombstone. With a lone tear appearing in his eye, he scampered out of the massive cemetery to avoid completely breaking down and sobbing.

He quickly walked over to the center of the village where a fountain pointing out the cardinal directions was recently placed. Sighing, he took a seat before the great fountain in a bench.

In somewhat awe, he muttered to himself, "It's amazing how things change over a span of four years."

While he stood there gazing into the fountain, an elderly lady walked up to him. She cackled a small bit, and from behind her mask came a strange voice saying, "Ah, young shiekah, you are the second to arrive. Follow me please."

The mask on the woman's face struck Raoul as something peculiar, but everything seemed peculiar lately.

Quickly, the lady led him to the House of the Skulltula. In an instant, memories of the fire hit him like a frying pan.

Briefly, he recalled running from the ablazed household to the Skulltula house to spend the night. After all, the place had been abandoned, hadn't it?

As a gnat flew around his ear, Raoul found himself being drawn back to the present world. Shaking his head, he entered the household.

He stood in a corner as the woman silently fled the household, quietly awaiting the next delegate.

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edit: oh, dear, I didn't see that part. >_>;; Yes, well I editted it. I apologize ;o;

EDIT2: Did neither of you see that I've already editted? D=

 

[Snazzy Snorlax]

Torrog was taken off guard by the elder's summon. His mother hadn't even been buried yet. Nevertheless, he had to respect the wishes of the elder, so up the mountain he trekked. The elder lived on the tallest mountain in all of Hyrule, a mountain which, according to legend, had once been much taller. It was called Death Mountain, but now it was known as Mt. Rebirth because of the plant life which grew on it almost miraculously. It was also home to the Fire Temple, or what was left of it.

Torrog, a skilled mountain climber, reached the top in record time and entered the Elder's chamber, kneeling before him.

"Rise, Torrog," the elder said. "For it is you who will deserve honor if you accept my request."

So the elder had issued the summon to ask him for something. Anything for the elder, he figured.

"What would you want me to do, goro?" He asked.

"Well, young Torrog, it has come to my attention that the Hylian Princess, Zelda, is issuing a summon herself. She wishes for a group of eight powerful heroes, each from a different race, in order to stop a force that may threaten and destroy all of Hyrule. I feel it would be most appropriate if the Gorons, mightiest of all races, were represented in that group. After consideration of all the members in our tribe, I felt you would be most fit for the job."

"Me? But why me, goro?"

"You are the amongst the strongest of our people. It takes a mighty Goron indeed to harvest so many Bomb Plants. More importantly, your father trained you in the way of the warhammer, did he not?"

"I don't mean to brag, goro, but it is my weapon of choice."

"Excellent. I want the Goron representing our tribe to have the ability to wield... this."

Torrog could hardly believe his eyes. Was that the Megaton Hammer? The legendary weapon that had slayed the great dragon Volvagia ages ago?

"I could not accept such an honor, goro."

"But I insist." The elder handed Torrog the hammer, and pointed to a nearby boulder. "Go ahead. Try it out."

Torrog took a swing at the boulder. It shattered like a pane of glass into tiny fragments.

"Wonderful! Now, go forth to Kakariko Village. The heroes should be meeting there.

"What about my mother, goro?"

"We all knew and loved your mother, Torrog. But this is much more important. We'll give her a proper burial when she gets back."

Torrog was hesitant, but the elder was giving him a direct command. "Alright. I'll do it. Goro."

"The tribe is grateful, Torrog. You are doing us a great honor. Now go! There is no time to waste!"

Startled by the tone of this last command, Torrog immediately rolled into a ball and sped down the mountain. He'd be at the village in no time flat.

***

Before Link and Raoul could reminisce about simpler times, Zelda, Koto, and the rest heard a loud thump against the wall. Outside, a large Goron, dazed, was recovering from impact. He had just rolled all the way down from Mt. Rebirth at top speed, only to collide into a wall. Even for a Goron, that hurt. Torog, realizing he had crashed into the very building he was supposed to enter, walked around and opened the door.

"Sorry about that, goro," Torog apologized, "but I came from the Kakariko mountain range to represent the Gorons. Am I too late?"

"No, Torog," the princess replied, "In fact, you're just in time. Your elder sent a message to me three days ago, informing me that you may be coming. I'm glad to see you accepted. I couldn't think of a better Goron for the job."

"Well, it was my honor, really. Goro." If Gorons could blush, Torog would have been bright red. It was then that Torog recognized the man standing behind Zelda, next to the gentleman holding the Scary Mask. This man, with his legendary green cap and tunic, whose mural was proudly painted in the Elder's chamber, could be none other than Link, the legendary Dodongo hunter and dragon slayer.

"Din's Fire!" Torog proclaimed. "Can it really be Link, hero of the Gorons? We thought you had vanished, Goro!" Torog bowed before the hero, feeling as if he was not worthy of the Hylian's presence.

"Oh, come on. Get up. I'm no legend. I only try to do what's right."

Obliging, Torog got up. "Don't tell me Link is one of the chosen eight, goro!" He asked to Zelda.

"Well, not exactly."

 

[Shadowfaith]

It was an odd sight to say the least. A Deku Scrub and a Zora looking absolutely lost was not a thing one would expect to see in the land of Hyrule on such a perfectly normal day as this. The wanderer quickly scuttled around the odd pair and carried on his way towards a small village, he was moderately surprised when a loud, feminine voice called out to him from behind. In his surprised, the young villager dropped the basket he was carrying, throwing its contents across the floor. He growled in a low gruff voice and crouched down to gather up that in which he had lost. When a pair of black boots came into his vision, his eyes widened immensely and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking backwards and falling onto his behind.

“I am sooo sorry,” the young Zora whined, stooping down to help gather the vegetables and fruits up from the ground. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You see, me and my friend are lost and we’re afraid that we have read the map wrong. Could you help us?”

The young man stuffed the food back into the basket and straightened up. “That there, is Kakariko village. That’s all I can really tell you, I have not travelled further than the river.”

The Zora sighed, scratching at the back of her head, just underneath the tail looking off towards the peeks of houses over the hill. “Can’t say it was where I was heading for.” She muttered half heartedly, but she immediately perked up when she noticed that the villager was still standing there expectedly. “But thanks anyway! Are you heading for the village, sir?”

He shook his head, “No, I have much work to do near the river. Fish won’t magically appear on your table, you know.”

“Tell me about it. Well then, I hope to meet you again sir!” She took a deep bow and sauntered off in the direction of the village, the little Deku Scrub following loyally behind. It’s only when she was addressed that she turned back and noticed that the villager had not yet made for the river. Instead he gave a puzzled look and asked “why is it that a Zora and a Deku Scrub would choose to travel together?”

The Zora looked towards her little companion and shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I?”

The Villager seemed to have no reply to such a question, and instead turned his back on them and walked away. It was only then that the little Deku Scrub looked up at his companion and questioned her. “Why would he say such a thing Talise? Are we not a suitable pair?”

She shrugged. It was unknown to even herself why the man had questioned their being together. “Maybe height difference?”

“Or species.”

“Why let it bother us? Come, lets make our way to the village, its getting darker and darker by the second and I’m not particularly in the mood to be fighting off any more of those Skelton thingies.”

“Ditto.”

“It’s not like you do anything other than stand there, anyway.”

“I resent that, if it wasn’t for me and my Deku Nuts they would have eaten you alive by now.”

“Shut up.”

And so the unlikely pair made their way up over the hill and towards the ghost town, unknowing to them that what they would find there would be more than they had ever bargained for.

It was dimming by the time they arrived at the almost deserted village of Kakariko and the hens had stopped their clucking as had the dogs stopped their barking. It was almost symbolic of the spooky night that was dawning on the shadowed village. But there remained one more soul standing at the base of the steps leading to a worn house, framed with rotting wood, and impaled with countless holes and marks.

The duo’s hearts jumped into their throats as the hunched figure made their way towards them, hopping along will stiff legs and her rattled breathing wavering every now and again. Luka scrambled for cover being Talise and received a light growl from the elder secies. “So would sacrifice me for your own life, how thoughtful of you Luka.”

“You’re the one with the fighting skills!” The younger yelled, never letting go of the Zora’s leather clad leg.

Talise readied herself for the worst. This hunched figure may appear fragile to the untrained eye, but Talise had seen many a strange things in her life, including a moth that could propel itself at top speed through the air and cough up some of its young. It was a disturbing thought, but one she had learnt greatly from.

“Who-Who are you?” She questioned.

There came no reply, only rattled breathing and the shuffle of boots against the grit-like floor.

Talise released an audible gulp and took a step backwards, almost trampling the shivering Deku Scrub behind her. She turned her head in alarm and glanced down at him, sending a silent command to her young companion. But before the Deku Scrub even had time to run, the hunched woman spoke in an almost gruff tone. “There is no need to run, young ones.”

Talise growled, her more ferocious side taking over. “What the hell do you want with us, witch!?”

“I only wish to help.”

“How can we be sure of this? You did not answer me when I asked who you were.”

“I can not tell you just now, Talise. But please, follow me.”

“I think not.”

“Oh but if you do not follow, then you will not learn and if you do not learn, you will not live.”

Talise grimaced, what in the gods names was that suppose to mean? Riddle was not one of her favourite languages and was by far not one she wished to learn. Her mind simply was not that advanced

“Eh? Look, if we follow will you stop speaking gibberish?”

“It is a done deal.” And with that, the hag made her way slowly up the stone steps and into the abandoned old house. Talise followed behind, unsure of whether to trust her, but soon found herself within the run down house, Luka at her heels. She was surprised when the old hag cackled and slammed the wooden door shut behind her as she made her exit.

In her panic, Talise rapped wildly on the wooden door, cursing and screaming all horid things that came to mind. Luka on the other hand was rocking back and forth, back up against the wall and head in between his small legs.

Talise finally stopped her brutal beeting of the door, and turned with her back placed roughly up against the wall, staring worriedly in front of her. “Okay, Talise. Calm down, there is little you can do now, I’m sure there is a good explanation for this and the hag will be back in a matter of minutes…or else, we will die slowly at the hands of starvation.”

 

[Lily]

My apologies for the late (slow + long) reply.





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Fala (f) Kokiri




"Northwest."

The girl pointed. The horizon, dappled with pure gold, streaked with crimson, flecked with amber. A flat line of vividly conveyed analogous colors. It was beauty. It was love. It was an exasperated sigh.

No, Fala, Callisto reminded the dazing girl for the umpteenth time, Northwest is that way, remember? The hovering orb of pale violet floated towards the opposite direction, creating an illusory image of a mystical aura painted on a canvas of tasteless background. The girl numbly nodded. Inside she felt the same tiredness that continuously depleted her energy. She missed the feeling of repose in her body. She missed sleeping in the trees. Kokiri Forest. Even now, it was nothing more than a speck of black, which was supposed to be a good sign; they were close to Kakariko Village.

We are close, Callisto said in a matter-of-factly tone, as if reading her mind, Can you not see the way Kakariko's houses slants up? Being blown too much they are! Too worn out, too old, the fairy giggled, if it was possible for fairies to giggle, and added, Kakariko. Not as good as Kokiri. Around Hyrule. Hyrule black and charred, not good. Not good at all. Callisto sighed, nudging the fatigued girl. This is why we must keep going. No stop. We have little time..but we have you, Fala. The fay seemed to smile gently, as if possessing sagacity beyond borders.

"Do not give me faint praise," Fala commented listlessly, "I do this on my own free will. I will continue my own way," she said with a hint of frustration, mouth parched, almost as if pursued by rage simply to quell her lack of body necessities. Callisto sighed once more, this time in deep understanding, and did not utter a word.

The next hour was agonizing, simply for someone who was so used to the sanctuary of the damp forest, where such thing as thirst did not exist. Pools of clear water would be at her every wake. Food would nourish her. Sleep would beckon her. Oh, it sounded like some fairy tale now, thinking of the past. Nevertheless, she reached Kakariko Village with its oddly shaped roofs and figures lounging around.

Someone, Callisto squeaked with excitement, just before Fala could look for some water, instead finding a woman coming towards her in the midst of villagers. There is someone. Seems old, but not old at the same time. Trust is okay. Listen, Callisto admonished, the old are wise. Wiser than you. Don't scowl. Fala consented, and instead stared at the silent silhouette with innocent curiosity. Her face, layered with the shadows of the robe, inspected Callisto, then her. A small, weak Kokiri girl. Suddenly she felt insignificant with her childish face and young heart.

"Insignificance judged by children are often proven wrong." Invisible eyes swept over the duo, before the woman continued in her wispy voice, "Follow me, Fala of the Kokiri, where you will soon meet the others."

She did, actually. There was no reason not to. No guidance here in this village, no alternatives. Names and secrets of the mind were all known. Nothing was hidden. Her inner self blamed her naivete; she blamed perception.

The stranger led her to a house. A rotting one, Callisto shivered, apprehensively sticking close to Fala. The girl was practically clinging on to the woman, following her every step, even when she was opening the door (where Fala had nearly bumped into the woman's back). Honestly, was she scared? Callisto had to mentally laugh then. She didn't remember the last time Fala had been scared.

There were already other people here. One was lying down, one was looking rather disgruntled, and the others standing around. The house itself was certainly not impressive. Callisto stayed protectively with Fala, now growing even more wary. Everything seemed to be falling like puzzle pieces. They fit too perfectly, too evenly; such completion at a time like this was uncanny...or so she thought, anyway.

"I'll go off to meet the others," the woman swiftly and abruptly left the house, leaving Fala in a total daze. These people. They were practically strangers to the young girl, a potential threat, although she was exaggerating as usual. Fala quietly retreated to a spare corner, her fairy's bright and happy luminance against the gray matter cheering her up for a little while.

 

[Tenten]

((I'm so sorry, I didn't know the RPG had started. Sorry I'm late!))

She soon arrived in Kakariko Village. She wondered what she should do now. She never did have anything major to do until now. Suddenly, from the shadows, a woman in a tattered, brown robe appeared from out of nowhere.

Her brown cloak's hood hid her face from view. With a silent nod, she told Naomi, "Come on. The others are waiting for you."

Naomi followed the woman suspisciously. Is she a traitor? Is she someone I can trust...?

As soon as the woman stopped in front of the Skulltula House, Naomi had a feeling that there were others who had gotten to Kakariko Village before she had. Naomi entered the creepy, dark house and looked around. There were faces of people she didn't know. She did know what race they were of. There was a Kokiri clad in green, with a fairy flying around her.

She turned around to see more people. She saw an equally strange duo: a Deku Shrub and a Zora. Despite her lack of knowledge about the other races in Hyrule, she was pretty sure that you would NOT see a Deku Shrub following around a Zora. Shrugging, she diverted her attention to the others.

There was also a Goron, in all its glory. Naomi did not expect anything less, nor anything more. She didn't know why, but she did expect to see all the races of people she was checking and viewing from a distance. They were intriguing her, and she wondered what kind of people they were.

Whoa! Naomi thought as she suddenly noticed a Sheikah standing in the room. So that's a Sheikah? Never thought I'd get to see one up close!

Naomi knelt next to a bed of straw she thought was empty. Just before she could do anything rash, Naomi decided to double check her surroundings. She gasped as she backed away slowly and bowed her head down to apologize. There was another creature there she had missed. Naomi wondered what it was. She didn't want to say anything to whoever was lying there without knowing just what is was. On closer inspection, Naomi gasped as she finally saw the creature and its identity.

It was a Keaton! But Naomi always thought Keatons were mythical creatures. Naomi was getting really excited by now. She was meeting new, interesting people. Best of all, she was even going to save the world with them! She soon growled impatiently. It was quiet. No one was really talking to anyone.

Naomi really hated silence. It was too awkward, and she wasn't exactly one to just keep silent for long periods of time. Silence made HER feel awkward, and her impulsive nature simply would not allow awkwardness to be in control of the current mood she was in right now. But what would she say? What would she do? It wasn't easy just bringing up a conversation in front of a bunch of strangers who might react differently to whatever she said.

Naomi cleared her throat. Everyone in the room momentarily stopped their thoughts to look at her. With her hips to her shoulders, Naomi asked, "When are the others coming?! I want to know what's going on as soon as possible!"

Naomi could have sworn she saw everyone sweatdrop. No one said anything to her directly, but she could hear various voices muttering two words over and over...Be patient....Be patient...

"Come on, come on!" Naomi impatiently growled. "The others need to get here fast. I didn't exactly travel through the hot desert and through a creepy looking Hyrule Field just to sleep in a dark, little Skulltula House just because I'm waiting for everyone else to show up so we can hear of our mission!"

The woman looked at her intently. "Ah, but these people kindly awaited your presence with such patience. Should you not do the same?"

"I know I should, but I can't help myself!" Naomi threw her arms up in the air, frustrated. "I'm not exactly a patient person, do you get my drfit? I know its right, but it's just too hard for me to really be patient for too long. I like action! Adventure! Anything rigorous and exciting and fun and-"

The woman held her hand to halt Naomi mid-sentence. "My word, you truly are a Gerudo woman! It is hard, you are right, but I must go to greet the others. You will not have to wait long, I assure you."

Naomi gave an impatient sigh and sat next to a man also cloathed by tattered robes and a cloak covering his face. The man turned to her and said, "So you are a Gerudo. You remind me of Nabooru. Your personality and beauty and everything about you remind me of her. Even your high-spiritedness."

Naomi turned to the man with eyes of admiration and bright eyes that were shining and shimmering with awe. "Ah! So you have heard of Nabooru? Yes, she's a wonderful thief, isn't she? She's the very best in our village! You think I'm like her? I'm flattered!"

Naomi's face turned pink momentarily, then she suddenly regained her composure. She stood up, hands to her hips, with an angry expression on her face. "You're just saying that! You're afraid of me, and you want to flatter me so I don't attack you. Is THAT it?"

The man waved his hands around frantically. "Oh no, I'm not insulting you! I know some Gerudos, especially Nabooru. I've met her before, and I just know you're like her in a way."

Naomi studied the man, although the darkness kept his facial expressions hidden from her curious eyes. With a sigh, she sat down beside in defeat. "Oh, okay. I just hope the others get here. I'm not getting any younger, you know..."

 

[Bulk]

((Sorry for the late reply, I've been on holiday))

The sun shined down against Smich's hood as he pulled himself the last few steps towards the fountain at the centre of Kakriko Village. He was incredibly tired from his long journey and he hadn't had anything to eat in days. Smich climbed onto the side of the fountain that would’ve only come up to a normal human's knees. Smich disliked being smaller than the rest of the world but he knew he had to live with it. The Subrosian dipped his head into the fountain and gulped down a huge amount of water. Smich pulled his head out of the water and shook his head. He hopped off the fountain and looked around. It was only then that he noticed there were quite a few people in this small village, all of different spices. Some of them had noticed Smich and so he decided this would be a perfect time for him to leave the hustle and bustle of the main town and go somewhere a little quieter.

Smich pushed his way pass a group of Zoras and headed the around the back of an old house. Smich was getting increasingly hungry and noticed a small group of Hyrulian children only a few feet away from him, eating in a small tree. Smich would’ve licked his lips, if he had any. Bringing his arms up inside his cloak, Smich muttered something under his breath. The base of the tree burst into flames and one of the three children screamed. All three jumped off the tree, crying and headed back into the main square. Smich muttered something else, the flames stopped and the plates of unfinished food danced their way towards Smich. It was mostly roasted Cucco with some fruit and Smich bent down to the ground and gobbled it down faster then he ever had before.

"Well someone is hungry," said an old woman who had appeared just a short while away from Smich. Smich carried on eating but kept a careful watch of the old woman. "You know," she continued. "If you're looking for some more food that maybe hasn't been half chewed then I can help."

Smich stopped eating and swallowed what was in his mouth. "Sorry but my mum told me never to accept food from strangers." Smich was very much a boy who would follow his mother's advice to the letter, even if it meant putting his life in jeopardy.

"It's ok," the old woman said. "You can completely trust me." And although Smich couldn't see it, he could tell she was smiling at him.

Smich stuffed a pear into his mouth and stood up. For some odd and unknown reason, Smich did completely trust this old woman. What's the worst that could happen? he thought to himself. Why would this woman want to hurt him? Smich swallowed and looked at the woman.

"Ok then," he said.

The woman turned and started off towards an old house only a few yards off. Smich stood up and scurried after her, but still keeping at a distance. The children were utterly confused when they returned with their parents to find only crumbs left from the food they had previously been eating. The old woman went into the old house and Smich followed.

It was very dark inside and Smich squinted to try and make out the figures in the room. He couldn’t see much but he could tell that some of the other people in here were very big. Scared, Smich hid behind the old woman, who simply chuckled.

“There is no need to fear,” she said, smiling at Smich. “Here, take this loaf of bread and eat. I will return shortly and explain everything to you.” And then she was gone, like the wind that slammed the door behind her. Smich looked down at the loaf of bread and took a huge mouthful. It suddenly dawned on him what the woman could’ve meant when she said she would explain everything later. Smich was only here for food after all. Well, Smich wasn’t going to complain. He had food and he was started to feel slightly happy now someone had been nice to him. Smich moved away from the door and the other figures that he had no intent on getting to know and sat down in the corner of the house. With his back to the wall, he bit into the bread, keeping an eye on the other figures.