Post by Phoebe on Aug 5, 2022 5:19:02 GMT
[attr="class","section"]The Start of Something Terrible
The opening throes of a dangerous adventure to a land beyond the waves.
"O, our master, great and terrible. Let your name strike terror in the hearts of those who defy thee.
Let no age pass without your affirmation, nor wind except with thine insistence.
The season shall come when your champion shall rise from the earth to tear our enemies asunder,
and to sow upon the path, glorious days of darkness and chaos.
Send now your servants, to pave the way for your champion, deny us not a chance to show our worth.
Give us Holodrum, our master, so very great and terrible."
Dear Mum,
I hope you remember me. It's been a few years since we last spoke.
Frankly, I thought you had passed on with Dad, but I've been convinced otherwise and am trying something I never thought to do.
Admittedly, it's a little strange to write a letter that you'd only have a million-to-one chance of receiving yourself--but I have faith that you might. Perhaps the stars would align or providence would bless me.
I'm doing well. I have a blossoming airship business, and I've been nominated to become a high councilmember of the Monster Research Council. I've made lots of friends of tremendous courage, wisdom, and high standing--and yes... maybe a crush.
The inheritance you left behind for me was ridiculous. Surely you procured all of that legally, right? I'm kidding.
There's a lot more I want to talk about if you ever get this little message in the bottle.
You know where to find me.
Your daughter,
Phoebe Arkwright
PS: Don't you dare read this aloud.
A message in a bottle was one of the least effective ways to reach a very specific individual of whereabouts unknown. The chances of anyone even encountering was slimmer than a molecule, and far smaller than that would be if the actual recipient found it.
Still, a chance is a chance. If I had all the bottles in Hyrule, I'm certain it wouldn't make much of a difference... and maybe actually ruin a fish's day.
Phoebe Arkwright stood at the docks of Kodori Coast, soaking in the sunlight before the autumn season would finally turn. In her hand was a bottle containing her written letter, along with a single golden Rupee to glint in the sunlight.
The lass tossed the bottle back and forth in her hands, "Funny how a single one of these is naught more than a trifle to me now. I've become one of the richest girls in Hyrule... yet that feeling of loneliness has inflated itself, now more than ever."
She could not perceive anyone around, thus she was given to her self talk.
"Is it the war? Will I be satisfied if we did win? Get it over with so I can focus on something bigger? What if we don't win? What if we lose and we have to live in terror? What would my purpose be then?"
A shake of her head.
"... Get your mind off of that, Phoebe. Even if it's just conjecture. Hyrule has many strong warriors to fight her battles. You're one of them, you know! You've head-butted a dragon, for crying out loud, and you'd do it again if someone was in its warpath."
"Er... no, no, I'll use my fist next time--at least I'd still be a functioning whatever-I-am."
Phoebe released a long sigh and bounced the jar in her hand.
"Well, I'm getting off track. Better get this over with..."
Let no age pass without your affirmation, nor wind except with thine insistence.
The season shall come when your champion shall rise from the earth to tear our enemies asunder,
and to sow upon the path, glorious days of darkness and chaos.
Send now your servants, to pave the way for your champion, deny us not a chance to show our worth.
Give us Holodrum, our master, so very great and terrible."
Dear Mum,
I hope you remember me. It's been a few years since we last spoke.
Frankly, I thought you had passed on with Dad, but I've been convinced otherwise and am trying something I never thought to do.
Admittedly, it's a little strange to write a letter that you'd only have a million-to-one chance of receiving yourself--but I have faith that you might. Perhaps the stars would align or providence would bless me.
I'm doing well. I have a blossoming airship business, and I've been nominated to become a high councilmember of the Monster Research Council. I've made lots of friends of tremendous courage, wisdom, and high standing--and yes... maybe a crush.
The inheritance you left behind for me was ridiculous. Surely you procured all of that legally, right? I'm kidding.
There's a lot more I want to talk about if you ever get this little message in the bottle.
You know where to find me.
Your daughter,
Phoebe Arkwright
PS: Don't you dare read this aloud.
A message in a bottle was one of the least effective ways to reach a very specific individual of whereabouts unknown. The chances of anyone even encountering was slimmer than a molecule, and far smaller than that would be if the actual recipient found it.
Still, a chance is a chance. If I had all the bottles in Hyrule, I'm certain it wouldn't make much of a difference... and maybe actually ruin a fish's day.
Phoebe Arkwright stood at the docks of Kodori Coast, soaking in the sunlight before the autumn season would finally turn. In her hand was a bottle containing her written letter, along with a single golden Rupee to glint in the sunlight.
The lass tossed the bottle back and forth in her hands, "Funny how a single one of these is naught more than a trifle to me now. I've become one of the richest girls in Hyrule... yet that feeling of loneliness has inflated itself, now more than ever."
She could not perceive anyone around, thus she was given to her self talk.
"Is it the war? Will I be satisfied if we did win? Get it over with so I can focus on something bigger? What if we don't win? What if we lose and we have to live in terror? What would my purpose be then?"
A shake of her head.
"... Get your mind off of that, Phoebe. Even if it's just conjecture. Hyrule has many strong warriors to fight her battles. You're one of them, you know! You've head-butted a dragon, for crying out loud, and you'd do it again if someone was in its warpath."
"Er... no, no, I'll use my fist next time--at least I'd still be a functioning whatever-I-am."
Phoebe released a long sigh and bounced the jar in her hand.
"Well, I'm getting off track. Better get this over with..."
