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- Male
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- Genres
- Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
A millennia has passed since the last incursion of divine evil, and the avatar of that evil, Ganondorf Dragmire, is now a rumor and myth, a bedside boogie-man of giant proportions and porcine appearance to frighten children into remaining in bed. The Hyrule Royal Family has carried the tradition of naming their eldest daughter Zelda, after the incarnation of the goddess Hylia to match Ganondorf, and many queens of that name have presided over the kingdom with wisdom. Not all, but many.
Over the years, the Kingdom of Hyrule has partaken in many a prolonged and arguably needless war with its neighbors. Heroes have arisen among all races, each fighting at times for noble and ignoble cause, and no war was so harshly fought as the Medallion War, a conflict in which nearly every power in Hylia vied for three magical medallions said to unleash devastating magical destruction in their area. It ended only when the artifacts were lost during the Battle of Lakeside, where, between Mount Eldin and Lake Hylia, the innumerable forces of kingdoms and tribes fought for domination. The Hyrulian Army emerged the victor, but with the medallions lost, the aim of the conflict had vanished. While there were some continued battles after, as parties accused others of having secreted the medallions away, a peace treaty was drawn up and, with the exception of a few outlying River Zora tribes, Rito eyries, and Gerudo marauders, the Hylian Peace Accords were signed by all parties involved in the fighting, returning all to status quo.
That was a century ago. A generation and a half had passed, and while there were some gentrified elders who remembered if vaguely watching their fathers march off to battle, the Medallion War might as well have been as dusting a memory as Ganondorf Dragmire himself: a thing remembered in songs, the end of which should be celebrated.
And celebrate they would. King Gustavus Recindus was hosting a celebration unlike anything anyone alive had seen, and all were invited to participate. For months, messengers had carried invitations to all corners of Hylia, passing the precipices of the North Peaks, delving the depths of Death Mountain, sailing the Sand Sea, and to all other ends of the land. They spoke of games and contents, of entertainment and vendors, of sacrifice to the Goddesses and feasting beyond anything ever before seen. Every citizen of Hyrule, and indeed, every visitor from across Hylia, would have the chance to see wonders of all kinds, and even to show their own, should they so desire. All that was requested was a powerful heart, a wise mind, and a courageous spirit from all who came.
And so very many came. The Razordancers of the Gerudo, among others, sent emissaries. The Rito village of Skye sent their most talented fliers and bowmen. Craftsmen of Kakariko Village and skilled jewellers of the Gorons of Death Mountain came in a caravan, finding each other's company convenient. Even the Hylia Priesthood of Lake Hylia directed warriors and fishermen bearing barrel upon barrel of the most rare delicacies arrived. Nor were the residents of Hyrule City negligent in appearing for the festival, and nigh on every citizen from street urchins to tutors to nobility made an appearance of some kind. All wanted to see just how magnificent Gustavus had directed this celebration to be.
It exceeded everyone's wildest dreams. From just past the gates to the city, through the Market Square, all the way to even the Hyrule Castle Gates themselves, the streets were hung with a rainbow of colors. Flowers sprang from hanging vines as if they couldn't wait to shower the world in brightness. Banners and placards of all kinds were draped from windows and balconies, displaying noble house seals and merchant emblems and celebratory exclamations. Figurines had been cast or modeled by the most skilled artisans, and gilded wooden and stone and clay statues of terrifying monsters and heroic knights greeted each party goer as they gazed in wonder about them. The occasional vendor, too, and minstrel had placed themselves strategically to pedal their wares and their songs, and none were of poor quality.
But nothing compared to the Market Square. There, planners had carefully arranged the stalls and booths of all entertainments, dividing the city center into organized miniature city blocks. Every form of wonder and joyful sight could be found, from competitions of strength, to feats of accuracy, to pubs and eateries, to jewellers and mask makers and booksellers. Musicians wandered the aisles, strumming lutes and harps and belting out well known choruses about days of legend long past. Soldiers patrolled the streets, but to a one, all seemed just as excited as those around them. All were in high spirits.
In the center of the Market Square sat a fountain, carved with the ancient Hyrulian Royal Crest and modeled as though fairies twirled about it. The water that bubbled from its top danced its way across its face to the pool at the bottom. Set up about it was a dais, a study platform of treated oak, covered in silks and flowers and bright braziers. Clearly, it would be the center of the celebration later, but for now, Tamrin the Old, Royal Teller, was weaving a tale of danger and enchantment and monsters and daring deeds to a group of enraptured young ones.
"Seven Sages, there were! Seven, given their authority by the Goddesses themselves! They were to battle evil and subdue it! And they could!
"But they didn't know that they were the Sages! They lived their lives in their own ways!" Old Tamrin paused, wrinkled fingers splayed out in all directions. A twinkle appeared in his eye. "Someone needed to tell them!"
"Who!?" A small voice cried out from the crowd, unable to contain the question any longer. "Who was it!?"
Tamrin scoffed, straightening and pulling at his multicolored, striped jacket. On anyone else, one might be tempted to call what he wore a jester's outfit, but on old Tamrin, it somehow bore a majesty and veneration that turned its ridiculous nature to one of aw and wonder.
"Who? Who, do you ask, child? Why, it was no mere peddler. No lonesome farmer for the likes of the Goddesses! No irksome fisherman, salty and bitter! No!" The expression of mock severity melted from his face, and he smiled warmly. "It was a child. A babe of the woods. It's why we venerate Green, you know. It's the Hero's colors.
"Yes, the Hero. A mere child, chosen to awaken the Sages so they could defeat the greatest evil Hyrule or even Hylia had ever seen."
And so he carried on, the children forgetting even their rumbling stomachs in their interest. From the sides, Hyrulian soldiers laughed, remembering their own childhoods, grateful that a new generation could see such peace, as well.
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"We're nearing the noon bell, Captain Link."
Dexton paused his nervous pacing, glancing back into the room behind. The captain was still within, and he stood before a mirror. He eyed his uniform critically, tugging at it as he tried to erase imagined wrinkles. The deep green showed little in the way of imperfection, what fabric showed past the breastplate and spaulders, and it matched well the gilded silver of the steel armor. He was bareheaded, having foregone a helmet for the ceremony of the celebration, and his brow was furrowed in concern.
"I know," Link answered lamely. Clicking his teeth, he turned to face his friend, spreading his arms as he did so. "Well? Do you think the Princess will still like me?"
The hint of dryness didn't pass by Dex unheeded. Laughing openly, he pulled his mentor into the hallway.
"C'mon, old man. You couldn't get rid of the Princess if Dragmire himself returned and reduced the castle to boulders." Slinging his arm about Link's shoulders, carefully avoiding the back-slung sword his captain carried. "Besides, everyone will be too busy watching your wife and son to pay attention to all old man like you."
The corner of Link's mouth turned up in a smile, and he dug a solid but soft elbow into Dexton's sternum.
"Watch your openings, kid," he whispered, chuckling, before slinging an arm around the taller man's waist. Together, the went to find the Princess Zelda and young Gus, heir to the Hyrulian throne.
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So we begin! The Centennial Celebration has started! Feel free to place your character anywhere within the City itself (the Castle is off limits)! Partake in the festivities, put on a performance, sulk in a corner, whatever you think your character would be doing! If you have any questions, feel free to drop them in the Discord channel! Just make sure you tag me so I see them. Thanks! I'm looking forward to this RP!
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