Post by Sae Mizru on Feb 16, 2023 1:59:29 GMT
It wasn’t easy being Twili. Not in Hyrule, and certainly not in the Twilight realm. Especially when you were an ideologue whose uncompromising quest for true cosmic balance was and never would be understood by either world. Yes, a real hero for a cause much larger than himself. Importance bar none. A hero stranded and isolated from his childhood home. Forced to leave by a tyrant and false king that abused the trust of those that saw the true vision of equality. Deception so calculated and unforgiveable that he had no choice but to seek to right those wrongs. A hero’s quest if ever there was one.
A hero that was so devastatingly handsome to behold, some could only weep at his approach. A martyr with perfectly chiseled muscles and a captivating smile. A hero that was not only beautiful but had a mind like a steel trap. And was so very humble in espousing his better qualities. This hero was so clever and so humble that he found a way to so seamlessly blend in with the people of Hyrule so perfectly that no one would ever suspect him of not being from this world at all. No one would expect the jingle jangling of the flamboyantly clothed Gerudo was in reality such a harbinger of radical reform from the Twilight realm.
Yes, surely there was no other that fate cast such an insurmountable challenge to, as Sae Mizru. But he was not a complainer. He accepted his lot in life and would make the best of it. After all, what he sought to do was bring something most could not understand or accept.
It was for that very reason why he had been chased out of the inn in the middle of some Podunk middle of nowhere place about a day’s trek to the edge of the Faron woods, where he had temporarily found work at as a scullery boy and bar tender. Apparently some pretentious travelling merchants couldn’t grasp the grand irony of having their food illusioned into the visage of pig slop when they complained about the beer being unfit swill for even the swines! Its not like anything had been actually tampered with.
So he had to take on the mantle of unemployed vagrant yet again as he wandered the great lands of Hyrule for a source of employment.
Before he had been so unceremoniously uprooted from his dwellings, he saw a notice that spoke of rumors of very odd Wolfos and Skulltula activities in the nearby woods with coloration that appeared very uncharacteristic. Promise of princely spoils of at least three to five red rupees depending on how well the job was completed was too promising for him.
All he needed to do was report to a place called Ordon Village and register his interest in this little endeavor. He didn’t particularly like the idea of getting his hands so dirty…but well, rupees were rupees!
Sae’s first reaction to entering the village was that Ordull would have been a much more appropriate name. What with all its tiled rooves and rustic brown and white colour palettes. How dreadful! Absolutely no pizazz! Was making him ever so depressed to even just look at the buildings. If he wanted such a limited colour palette in his architecture, he’d have stayed in the Twilight Realm.
That was until he spied a familiar silhouette standing at the front of the inn that the notice specified. Yes, that long dark brown hair was unmistakable. It was his beach volleyball partner! What was her name again? Audeline? Yeah…that sounded right. Audeline the assistant candlemaker that likes to clog dance! To be fair, he was totally so much better at remembering names and occupations under regular circumstances. Sae hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything but trying to slip some secrets to the Twili resistance that day.
With all the enthusiasm of a pup who could hear their master at the door, he couldn’t help but let out a shriek of joy at seeing a familiar face! He bolted towards her yelling:
“HEY TWINKLE TOES! WHY ARE YOU HERE FRIEND?!”
--
Aurelie hadn’t long been in town. It was a woefully short stay. Her parent’s estate still was lagging in some repair work that wasn’t critical, but definitely needed following the invasion which felt like a lifetime ago. She had actually meant to leave this very morning, until the local inn keeper had pulled her aside and let her know about some strange creatures that had been prowling the outskirts of town before fleeing deep into the Faron woods when chased.
Naturally, there was never any doubt that she would assist the villagers of her home town no matter the request. She assumed that the town guard was otherwise occupied with some rumours she heard about an upcoming invasion into the realm of twilight.
She very much wanted to make her presence felt in that war too. However, not at the expense of the people of Ordon. No, she felt like she had abandoned this place for far too long. So for now, she’d test her growing mettle as an adventurer against wolfos and skulltulas.
The conversation she had with the innkeep was rather pleasant if not very much along the same vein of keeping up with the joneses. She remembered distinctly savoring the trip home to escape this exact kind of conversation. But, well, she reminded herself she was the one that had moved away from home to pursue a career in the limelight and had caused a minor sensation when she married a noble of all people.
What was of more interest to her was the small detail that indicated that when the monsters skulked close to town, they would attempt to pilfer flowers, but only a specific variety. She vaguely recalled reading something about the root of this plant in one of her mother’s various tomes on horticulture…
…but it was too long ago since she’d read up on a topic of that nature. It was never a topic that had really resonated with her – which might explain why she did not recall the specific bit of information she knew she had read. It irritated her to no end that the information eluded her grasp just ever so slightly.
She was so certain that there was a connection. Then again, she surmised she could equally also be thinking about something completely unrelated to the plants that had attempted to be stolen.
This may have been more a point of contention for the Hylian dancer if it had not been for the ominous sound from behind her that caught her attention.
It started as the jingle jangling of what surely must have been some wandering harlequin. Who else would dress in such clothing? An aural nuisance but nothing to focus on. But then…then came a sound that cut through to the bone. A sound so gut wrenching, the only comparison she could fathom was one that could only be discussed by the campfire in hushed whispers at the very depths of the witching hour. The wail of the redead.
AIHAHHEEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
It froze her in place with terror. The encroaching jingling that sped towards her was the sign of her impending death as she craned her neck to stare wide eyed at whatever it was that would end her.
The tall shock of reddish hair crashed into her, scooping her high up into the sky. Her body feeling like it would be crushed by the vice of the grip that encircled her, as the all too familiar voice greeted her.
Her abject terror only increased in intensity.
Nayru’s frosty….HOW did HE find me?! Of all the people in the VAST bloody expanse of HYRULE did it really have to be the guy that could barely keep his eye on a volleyball?!
As she was placed back on the ground, she only just managed to put on a convincingly fake smile to greet the man.
Needless to say, Aurelie did not reciprocate the enthusiasm that Sae had.
Please don’t let him be the only other person that was to join me on this…
--
Having reunited with his bestest friend in the entire realm of Hyrule, Sae was ready to go on whatever adventure it was they were about to go on (he only knew five people so its not like it was a huge compliment to her). Ever the smooth talker - he knew he couldn’t not introduce himself to the man next to Audeline. That’d be rude!
Besides…the man had to know who to give those sweet, shiny rupees to! He became acutely aware of the clothing his clog dancing compatriot was garbed in. She didn’t look like she needed a few red rupees. She looked like she came from the kind of family that probably had orange or even silver ones just hanging around! So she surely didn’t need the reward as much as he did. Just how lucrative was clog dancing in this realm?
“Aksae of the Gerudo tribe, pleasure to meet you!” complete with a flourish of his hand before a ridiculously pompous bow, golden eyes glistening with convivial joy. “But, please, just call me Sae.”
Aurelie hated that. The lack of fluidity in that bow was an eyesore!
The ballerina, very eager to just get on with it, turned to her fellow villager to get additional information that may assist them.
“So…these wolfos and skulltula. After these bizarre hit and run tactics, which way do they mostly retreat?”
“Well Miss Amandine, can’t be too sure as they only ever come to the very edge of the village. From what I’ve heard second hand sounds like they tend to skirt around the spring before going into the woods.”
Though her fringe hid it, she raised an eyebrow skeptically. It seemed like a very odd path to follow. But then again, the consistent organised ransacking of the very edge of the village by creatures of that nature was highly bizarre. She didn’t know a great deal about animal behaviour, but it seemed very odd. She was almost certain there was more to it than just that.
With some guidance on where to go, the two set off into the woods via the Ordon Springs. The two kept their eyes peeled for any possible signs of tracks.
A hero that was so devastatingly handsome to behold, some could only weep at his approach. A martyr with perfectly chiseled muscles and a captivating smile. A hero that was not only beautiful but had a mind like a steel trap. And was so very humble in espousing his better qualities. This hero was so clever and so humble that he found a way to so seamlessly blend in with the people of Hyrule so perfectly that no one would ever suspect him of not being from this world at all. No one would expect the jingle jangling of the flamboyantly clothed Gerudo was in reality such a harbinger of radical reform from the Twilight realm.
Yes, surely there was no other that fate cast such an insurmountable challenge to, as Sae Mizru. But he was not a complainer. He accepted his lot in life and would make the best of it. After all, what he sought to do was bring something most could not understand or accept.
It was for that very reason why he had been chased out of the inn in the middle of some Podunk middle of nowhere place about a day’s trek to the edge of the Faron woods, where he had temporarily found work at as a scullery boy and bar tender. Apparently some pretentious travelling merchants couldn’t grasp the grand irony of having their food illusioned into the visage of pig slop when they complained about the beer being unfit swill for even the swines! Its not like anything had been actually tampered with.
So he had to take on the mantle of unemployed vagrant yet again as he wandered the great lands of Hyrule for a source of employment.
Before he had been so unceremoniously uprooted from his dwellings, he saw a notice that spoke of rumors of very odd Wolfos and Skulltula activities in the nearby woods with coloration that appeared very uncharacteristic. Promise of princely spoils of at least three to five red rupees depending on how well the job was completed was too promising for him.
All he needed to do was report to a place called Ordon Village and register his interest in this little endeavor. He didn’t particularly like the idea of getting his hands so dirty…but well, rupees were rupees!
Sae’s first reaction to entering the village was that Ordull would have been a much more appropriate name. What with all its tiled rooves and rustic brown and white colour palettes. How dreadful! Absolutely no pizazz! Was making him ever so depressed to even just look at the buildings. If he wanted such a limited colour palette in his architecture, he’d have stayed in the Twilight Realm.
That was until he spied a familiar silhouette standing at the front of the inn that the notice specified. Yes, that long dark brown hair was unmistakable. It was his beach volleyball partner! What was her name again? Audeline? Yeah…that sounded right. Audeline the assistant candlemaker that likes to clog dance! To be fair, he was totally so much better at remembering names and occupations under regular circumstances. Sae hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything but trying to slip some secrets to the Twili resistance that day.
With all the enthusiasm of a pup who could hear their master at the door, he couldn’t help but let out a shriek of joy at seeing a familiar face! He bolted towards her yelling:
“HEY TWINKLE TOES! WHY ARE YOU HERE FRIEND?!”
--
Aurelie hadn’t long been in town. It was a woefully short stay. Her parent’s estate still was lagging in some repair work that wasn’t critical, but definitely needed following the invasion which felt like a lifetime ago. She had actually meant to leave this very morning, until the local inn keeper had pulled her aside and let her know about some strange creatures that had been prowling the outskirts of town before fleeing deep into the Faron woods when chased.
Naturally, there was never any doubt that she would assist the villagers of her home town no matter the request. She assumed that the town guard was otherwise occupied with some rumours she heard about an upcoming invasion into the realm of twilight.
She very much wanted to make her presence felt in that war too. However, not at the expense of the people of Ordon. No, she felt like she had abandoned this place for far too long. So for now, she’d test her growing mettle as an adventurer against wolfos and skulltulas.
The conversation she had with the innkeep was rather pleasant if not very much along the same vein of keeping up with the joneses. She remembered distinctly savoring the trip home to escape this exact kind of conversation. But, well, she reminded herself she was the one that had moved away from home to pursue a career in the limelight and had caused a minor sensation when she married a noble of all people.
What was of more interest to her was the small detail that indicated that when the monsters skulked close to town, they would attempt to pilfer flowers, but only a specific variety. She vaguely recalled reading something about the root of this plant in one of her mother’s various tomes on horticulture…
…but it was too long ago since she’d read up on a topic of that nature. It was never a topic that had really resonated with her – which might explain why she did not recall the specific bit of information she knew she had read. It irritated her to no end that the information eluded her grasp just ever so slightly.
She was so certain that there was a connection. Then again, she surmised she could equally also be thinking about something completely unrelated to the plants that had attempted to be stolen.
This may have been more a point of contention for the Hylian dancer if it had not been for the ominous sound from behind her that caught her attention.
It started as the jingle jangling of what surely must have been some wandering harlequin. Who else would dress in such clothing? An aural nuisance but nothing to focus on. But then…then came a sound that cut through to the bone. A sound so gut wrenching, the only comparison she could fathom was one that could only be discussed by the campfire in hushed whispers at the very depths of the witching hour. The wail of the redead.
AIHAHHEEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
It froze her in place with terror. The encroaching jingling that sped towards her was the sign of her impending death as she craned her neck to stare wide eyed at whatever it was that would end her.
The tall shock of reddish hair crashed into her, scooping her high up into the sky. Her body feeling like it would be crushed by the vice of the grip that encircled her, as the all too familiar voice greeted her.
Her abject terror only increased in intensity.
Nayru’s frosty….HOW did HE find me?! Of all the people in the VAST bloody expanse of HYRULE did it really have to be the guy that could barely keep his eye on a volleyball?!
As she was placed back on the ground, she only just managed to put on a convincingly fake smile to greet the man.
Needless to say, Aurelie did not reciprocate the enthusiasm that Sae had.
Please don’t let him be the only other person that was to join me on this…
--
Having reunited with his bestest friend in the entire realm of Hyrule, Sae was ready to go on whatever adventure it was they were about to go on (he only knew five people so its not like it was a huge compliment to her). Ever the smooth talker - he knew he couldn’t not introduce himself to the man next to Audeline. That’d be rude!
Besides…the man had to know who to give those sweet, shiny rupees to! He became acutely aware of the clothing his clog dancing compatriot was garbed in. She didn’t look like she needed a few red rupees. She looked like she came from the kind of family that probably had orange or even silver ones just hanging around! So she surely didn’t need the reward as much as he did. Just how lucrative was clog dancing in this realm?
“Aksae of the Gerudo tribe, pleasure to meet you!” complete with a flourish of his hand before a ridiculously pompous bow, golden eyes glistening with convivial joy. “But, please, just call me Sae.”
Aurelie hated that. The lack of fluidity in that bow was an eyesore!
The ballerina, very eager to just get on with it, turned to her fellow villager to get additional information that may assist them.
“So…these wolfos and skulltula. After these bizarre hit and run tactics, which way do they mostly retreat?”
“Well Miss Amandine, can’t be too sure as they only ever come to the very edge of the village. From what I’ve heard second hand sounds like they tend to skirt around the spring before going into the woods.”
Though her fringe hid it, she raised an eyebrow skeptically. It seemed like a very odd path to follow. But then again, the consistent organised ransacking of the very edge of the village by creatures of that nature was highly bizarre. She didn’t know a great deal about animal behaviour, but it seemed very odd. She was almost certain there was more to it than just that.
With some guidance on where to go, the two set off into the woods via the Ordon Springs. The two kept their eyes peeled for any possible signs of tracks.
