Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 17:37:06 GMT
The other land was consumed with darkness, as it was fortold. While the hero had vanquished one evil, they had not stopped the turmoil amongst the peoples which drove them to such violent ends. It was good that he had traveled. The merchant could not have survived as he was. Cowardly, in respite to his cruelty, the advice given to him had been repetitive. All had told him to step away from his past, become stronger against its harsh pull. Despite his insistence that in doing so, it would change the fabric of his actions, none could surmise just how drastic these changes would be. Though from another perspective they were far desperate. They were the logical result of a madman no longer willing to give away the power he could very well keep.
When he arrived in the new land, this world bathed in a warm twilight hue, he was faceless. He was not Turtle, or the black fish of the sea. Here his wore the markings of a River Zora. Here he carried a knowledge that no others had. He spoke of a place where Zora were branded, where their land was poisoned by the Hylian, despite Hylia's watch and. Nayru's blessings. He compelled many youth that a passive nature was only a step from becoming enslaved by the idea that the rivers were to be shared. They were not. They were a Zora's domain. It was by their will that others were allowed to drink from its waters and feast of its fish. Those who had no treaties with them had no rights to its leisure.
And so he raised a gang from the waters, lifted by his words alone. Travelling the rivers they would put an end to wasteful Hylians with threatening warnings or cripple smaller Zora gangs with overwhelming numbers and absorbing them. Despite his physical unwillingness to war before negotiations, the leading Zora himself was born in the Rivers. He had a warrior's brand, but a slave's fate. His sphere of control quickly grew. From the Hyrule Markets he was able to receive the money he needed. From Geurdo witches he bought a charm that would allow him passage between both the land and rivers.
This warlord had a plan.
He, who ever rarely used force himself, no that had been the choice of the vigorous youth whom followed him… The branded warrior, the trained merchant, knew just how to talk. He knew what to say and what others wanted. But what did he want?
Security.
And the most secure position in all of Zora society was the king and queen's.
The foreign travelled Zora would arrive in the Zora's Domain, North of the Lanayru Province. He would challenge the current king's position. "If you can lead, than where are those who follow you?" Despite the kind king's popularity the cold words Nex had spread, the questions of passivity in such a leader who, all day, sat upon his throne, it came down to a single query: "If you are king, to lead a people, why do you sit?" Nexus, who has travelled and warred against those who use the Zora's kindness, had travelled and has seen.
This king has saw nothing.
And so from him the crown was removed by the forceful voices of the youth who now outnumbered the aged and wizened. Just as Nex had planned… For when you take in the stead of give, than you can be painted as an enemy. Bit bring given the crown Nexus was the victim. He did not wish to lead, but he shall, for no others had the experience to.
And so, within a matter of months, did the waters change. Travelling became more expensive at the reward of being less dangerous. Relations with other groups came to a grinding halt, for they were treaties based upon the idea that they should share what is theirs, equally, without reward. The rivers were theirs again and without new treaties with the new king, so shall there remain great toll for traveling the waters.
The new king sat upon his throne in ceremony, the old king nowhere to be founs. Perhaps exiled? The former king and black turtle had spoken privately, at the least between Nex and his gang and the king and his soldiers. Regardless of what occurred it was Zora business. And those who wished new business, needed to seek profit from the new king. Zora were a private peoples, their tribe and laws solely for them to consider and for outsiders to respect.
Periwinkle scales sparkled against the flowing waters of the hall, Zora gathered to meet and greet the new king to seek favors the old forbade. He sat splayed on the throne of bone, coral, and shells. His patterns were more visible in the sun. Over his brows were scales of silver dots, three curving along the arch of his brow. Similar markings sat along the curve of his pectoral muscles, but they were larger in size. His loincloth was a simple grey color that contrasted his brighter scales. The bony finds atop his head lay relaxed over his blue, purple striped veil of fin beneath.
"Enough." He grew sick of the company in short order. "Go, swim, the waters are yours again." It would be a short time before other legions sought to take the waters back or, at the least, beg for their return. The rivers, both in trade and war belonged to the Zora again.
And so fewer fish, less water to be wasted. A drought of sorts in the coming season perhaps. But with winter coming he had a people to feed and no time to worry about outsiders. It was they who were the monsters right?
The king took to the waters, a slithering eel accompanied by entourage of sparking Biri. Above water one could easily see the eel's red tattoos along the back of his head tail. It was a message written out in Zora letters. A stamp stating his blood was of the river, until death.
When he arrived in the new land, this world bathed in a warm twilight hue, he was faceless. He was not Turtle, or the black fish of the sea. Here his wore the markings of a River Zora. Here he carried a knowledge that no others had. He spoke of a place where Zora were branded, where their land was poisoned by the Hylian, despite Hylia's watch and. Nayru's blessings. He compelled many youth that a passive nature was only a step from becoming enslaved by the idea that the rivers were to be shared. They were not. They were a Zora's domain. It was by their will that others were allowed to drink from its waters and feast of its fish. Those who had no treaties with them had no rights to its leisure.
And so he raised a gang from the waters, lifted by his words alone. Travelling the rivers they would put an end to wasteful Hylians with threatening warnings or cripple smaller Zora gangs with overwhelming numbers and absorbing them. Despite his physical unwillingness to war before negotiations, the leading Zora himself was born in the Rivers. He had a warrior's brand, but a slave's fate. His sphere of control quickly grew. From the Hyrule Markets he was able to receive the money he needed. From Geurdo witches he bought a charm that would allow him passage between both the land and rivers.
This warlord had a plan.
He, who ever rarely used force himself, no that had been the choice of the vigorous youth whom followed him… The branded warrior, the trained merchant, knew just how to talk. He knew what to say and what others wanted. But what did he want?
Security.
And the most secure position in all of Zora society was the king and queen's.
The foreign travelled Zora would arrive in the Zora's Domain, North of the Lanayru Province. He would challenge the current king's position. "If you can lead, than where are those who follow you?" Despite the kind king's popularity the cold words Nex had spread, the questions of passivity in such a leader who, all day, sat upon his throne, it came down to a single query: "If you are king, to lead a people, why do you sit?" Nexus, who has travelled and warred against those who use the Zora's kindness, had travelled and has seen.
This king has saw nothing.
And so from him the crown was removed by the forceful voices of the youth who now outnumbered the aged and wizened. Just as Nex had planned… For when you take in the stead of give, than you can be painted as an enemy. Bit bring given the crown Nexus was the victim. He did not wish to lead, but he shall, for no others had the experience to.
And so, within a matter of months, did the waters change. Travelling became more expensive at the reward of being less dangerous. Relations with other groups came to a grinding halt, for they were treaties based upon the idea that they should share what is theirs, equally, without reward. The rivers were theirs again and without new treaties with the new king, so shall there remain great toll for traveling the waters.
The new king sat upon his throne in ceremony, the old king nowhere to be founs. Perhaps exiled? The former king and black turtle had spoken privately, at the least between Nex and his gang and the king and his soldiers. Regardless of what occurred it was Zora business. And those who wished new business, needed to seek profit from the new king. Zora were a private peoples, their tribe and laws solely for them to consider and for outsiders to respect.
Periwinkle scales sparkled against the flowing waters of the hall, Zora gathered to meet and greet the new king to seek favors the old forbade. He sat splayed on the throne of bone, coral, and shells. His patterns were more visible in the sun. Over his brows were scales of silver dots, three curving along the arch of his brow. Similar markings sat along the curve of his pectoral muscles, but they were larger in size. His loincloth was a simple grey color that contrasted his brighter scales. The bony finds atop his head lay relaxed over his blue, purple striped veil of fin beneath.
"Enough." He grew sick of the company in short order. "Go, swim, the waters are yours again." It would be a short time before other legions sought to take the waters back or, at the least, beg for their return. The rivers, both in trade and war belonged to the Zora again.
And so fewer fish, less water to be wasted. A drought of sorts in the coming season perhaps. But with winter coming he had a people to feed and no time to worry about outsiders. It was they who were the monsters right?
The king took to the waters, a slithering eel accompanied by entourage of sparking Biri. Above water one could easily see the eel's red tattoos along the back of his head tail. It was a message written out in Zora letters. A stamp stating his blood was of the river, until death.
