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In a canyon at the foot of Death Mountain...

It had been a week since the conclusion of the excursion to the Goron Mines. Ultimately, they had succeeded, and their delving team had recovered another piece of the Twilight Mirror. The parts were transported somewhere for safekeeping until they had figured out where their next move was...

But until then, there were wounds to be healed.

"Oh boy! I know a lot about those foul beasts! Ferocious creatures they are - sharp teeth, bad breath and scales harder than steel! Trust me! I tried to punch them into oblivion with no luck. But I got smart, see."

By the base of Death Mountain, in a canyon not far from Kakariko Village, giant puffs of smoke and dust rose into the sky. Sounds of crushed rock and explosions echoed across the valley, and any monster that dared to investigate swiftly ran in the other direction in fear.

The atmosphere broiled in seething heat, emanating from one filled with rage and sorrow.

"Of course! This spark will be one told in stories for countless ages to come! And you keep being the sister that you are and eventually the Chief will make you a Sworn Sister!"

Amid the rocky ravine stood Phoebe Arkwright, one of the companions of the Goron Mines expedition... and a fellow sufferer of its outcome.

"RAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

CRUNCH! CRACK! BOOM!

Rocky gauntlets wrapped around the arms of the girl as she repeatedly struck a boulder she had loosed. Fragments of dust and pebbles flew every which way except back at the little one who angrily assaulted the rock.

She remembered it--how couldn't she?

Dormagoro took Solveig's place, stopped him from falling into the pits... in expense of himself. The terror of seeing his proud, smiling face disappearing beneath the floor...

"Never let that spark go away, okay?"

"Ngh... agh... AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHH!!!"

CRACK! KA-BOOM!

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"For my Kingdom...

It had been around that time that Josh had been off on his own adventure. Foraying through the Forest Temple in search of a piece of the Mirror of Twilight. Much had happened. Unfortunately, immediately after he had informed one of the castle's librarians of the mark on his hand in hopes of finding out if he had been cursed somehow, the wrenched shrew had shown to be one of the worst librarians in the history of librar-ing, and blurted her thoughts loudly. For everyone to hear. So much for that.

While he was vaguely aware of some legends regarding the Triforce of Courage and he had heard stories as a child about its previous wielders, he had no idea what kind of pandora's box the loudmouth had just opened.

With news not having hit wildfire just yet, a Hylian very much unaware of what was to come had come to Death Mountain for a specific reason. Within a day or so after his return, he had been informed that the expeditions to the Goron Mines and Lakebed Temple had also been successful. They now had the pieces necessary to complete the Mirror of Twilight and end this war. But what should have been a joyous day was instead a day of mourning.

Josh had only met the lad in passing, but he knew that Dorma was like a son to Solveig. It wasn't fair, he thought. Dorma was essentially just a kid, still getting out there in the world and finding where he belonged in life. While Dorma was physically older than Josh, the Hylian had seen enough battle for a lifetime. Far too many experiences than one his age should have. But Dorma was different. He was still at the starting line. And now he would never get to see what lay at the end.

And yet, his end had come in the most honorable way possible. He had sacrificed himself for his Chief, and for their squad to be successful. He was a hero, and he would always be remembered as such. But it didn't change the fact he was gone. And gone far too soon. He knew Solveig had to be crushed. The pain of losing equivalent to a child... Didn't Josh know that pain? It took him back to how he felt. A father to be, and now father no more. Taking that and amplifying it for all the time Solveig had spent with the lad...

The pain was immeasurable.

The least he could do was come and pay his respects. There would be no cheering up the Chief. No magic cure-all. There was nothing he could do. And he knew that Dorma would not be the only death to be had in this war. And that was the most important reason of all why it had to end soon. For now... All he could do was pay his respects. But as he began to make his way up, he heard it. Crunching, cracking, screaming... Sorrow. Pain. Agonized pain.

His heart brought him closer, and that was when he managed to speak up once he picked his jaw off the ground.

"Phoebe?"

For my people... I need to do this."

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“... Josh.”

The heat in the atmosphere became far more sweltering.

“... You came at a bad time.”

Her fists began to glow with intense heat.

“... I’m... venting out frustrations, you see. Do me a favor and leave me alone.”

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Solveig sat in his room, still so early in the morning that light barely broke the horizon, staring at the space where a new hammer would eventually take the place of the old, lost one, eyes doing everything to avoid the pictograph that set nearby his bed. There were somethings that couldn't be replaced. He guess he'd never get to see his son work together to craft a sword for him after all. He needed to move.[break][break]

The older Goron had spent a good portion of the day patrolling the areas where they had been rebuilding the city. Things were going well, his limp was still... gnarly on occasion, but pretty good considering how long he'd been wandering about. But the walk was empty. There was no more second in command to follow him around, to teach and to show- No. Solveig had to stay strong, for his people. Despite their loss, he still managed a smile and wave at the workers, able to give the other Gorons hearty thumps on their backs and encourage them to keep up the good work. He even managed to get ahold of a bag of special stone. Harder layers, more dense, much more difficult to break apart with explosive impact.[break][break]

He wasn't the only one negatively affected by the events that had transpired anyways. He wasn't the only one that had witnessed Dormagoro fall, his hand snatching at empty air as one who may as well had been a son, threw himself into the pit for Solveig. And if there was anything that made that apparent, what he bore witness to would be one of those things. He watched his former student punch a bolder, heat increased but not bothering him any, he also watched as the student gave a warning to a sworn brother. Not her fault she was upset. But.[break][break]

"Little one." Solveig spoke up. He knew how hard she could hit, but also he was a Goron, he feared... very little if that wasn't obvious. "Mind your arms." He understood what it was like to need to get frustrations out in an explosive manner, he was the same way when he was a younger fireball, when his father passed away and he suddenly became chief. When he lost the love of his life. Stopping her would grant nothing. Without much of another word though, he set the bag down a little ways away from Phoebe, an offering. "These may help absorb the shock a little better." He didn't know if she needed it, but- Listen. He had fireball children too.

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POSTED ON Sept 2, 2021 2:29:23 GMT

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"For my Kingdom...

Frustration? Phoebe? Sweet little Pheebers? Preposterous. And yet… He had a feeling he knew why. Why else would she be taking out her frustrations right here at the base of the mountain? He didn’t know how, but he just… Knew.

Solveig’s appearance only further solidified his hypothesis. He didn’t really know what to say at first. What could he say? Even with Solveig’s appearance, his tongue was caught in his throat. The Hylian scratched his head sheepishly as he tried to form words, but none came for what felt like the longest time. He gave Solveig a simple bow, but kept silent for a bit longer.

“Foot forward. Brace it so you don’t recoil too far after the blow” he would eventually advise Phoebe. It was all he could do, no?

For my people... I need to do this."

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When the Goron appeared, Phoebe stood in solemn attention.

For a moment, she saw the silhouette of her cherished friend, or rather, a big brother in arms and heart. Yet as the figure drew near, it was clear who it was, and her tears turned to mist as they left her eyes, her teeth grit in the agony of realization.

Yet, she would not disrespect the presence of the chieftain, and the girl offered him a quiet bow. Then Solveig had placed a bag down, and at his behest, Phoebe stepped forward as the stone gauntlets crumbled from her hands.

This is...

She reached in and winced gently.

These... these are mineral stones from the mine.

Ever-hot by the veins of Din and tempered by time to resist the magma flowing in the channels. These materials were near-impregnable, but in the right hands, they were formidable weapons.

"I..." she murmured, "... I don't deserve these."

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Solveig watched her quietly as she stepped forward to open the bag, reaching in and wincing. She even went as far as to state that she didn't deserve them. "Nonsense." He waved a large hand, motioning back down the mountain some. "You fight with honor and courage. You have fire in you greater than any forge, and a heart that shines brighter than any emerald from mountain."[break][break]

Crossing his arms, he offered Phoebe a smile. "You are Goron at heart, little one. And deserve this. This is least we could do." A gift, of sorts, from the brothers that worked to break apart the rock and from the Goron people for fighting so valiantly, taking on a heat so few could take on face first.[break][break]

They both felt agony from Dormagoro's loss, but Solveig would not let it diminish the work Phoebe put in next to them. A little goron who may not have been born with a rocky back, but was definitely had to have been born with a fiery spirit of one, if you asked Solveig.

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POSTED ON Sept 24, 2021 3:44:35 GMT

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Phoebe's face turned up to the older Goron. His face was resolute and as unswerving as his words, words that the little Hylian did not take lightly.

This gift had many meanings; where it was from, a memory of the trial and sorrow they shared; who had given it, a teacher who had nurtured her when she was but an ember until she had burst forth with spirit and vigor; how it was collected, by those who have deemed her worthy of possessing them.

She could not refuse this gift, nor would she ever conceive the thought.

Phoebe breathed the hot air deep into her lungs and drew in the strength of the earth into her core.

"Then... I will not squander this gift you have given to me, Chief Solveig."

The heat that radiated in the atmosphere began to absorb into the girl's body, and she began to radiate an intense warmth. The hardened rocks started to levitate in midair, and they began to meld together into a pair of heavy gauntlets, shaped into arms like the Gorons...

Phoebe has created the "Fists of the Unwavering Ember"

The gauntlets were hot to the touch, yet they slid onto her arms with ease. They were heavy and cumbersome, unfit to wield by someone of smaller stature... yet, as a Hylian blessed with the strength of Din, they were but weights for a good workout. It would take time for her to get used to them, still, that simply was life, wasn't it?

"For the record, Josh..." Phoebe breathed out. Her eyes shifted in his direction with an assertive gleam, "I know how to throw a punch."

She turned back toward the wall of earth and held up her fists. Her body shifted forward, and she wound back her swing.

"AAAAAARGH!!!"

In an instant, her arm sunk deep into the earth, and there was a brief silence from the mountain. Suddenly, cracks ran across the wall, and fire burst forth from them, and the soil gave way, loosened by the strike.

Of course, Phoebe was buried under the dirt, as if spite from the mountain. Even so, the girl's head popped out of the ground with her arms sticking out.

"... Hmph! I do declare that I should put these to better use than to turn over soil..."

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2021 19:45:05 GMT

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After what happened in the mines, Lena was outright inconsolable for at least a few days; at its worst, she was borderline catatonic. She knew this trip into the mines would be dangerous, and she thought she had prepared herself to face such dangers. But nothing could have prepared her for what actually happened in those molten caves, and it was when Dormagoro sacrificed himself to secure their escape that she finally hit her breaking point. She was devastated, and she didn't even know him all that well; obviously, he left enough of an impression on her for her to be seriously affected by his death, but she couldn't even begin to imagine how much it was affecting both Phoebe and Solveig, both of whom were apparently very close to him. Regardless, in the past week, she'd been staying with her parents in Kakariko, holed up in her old room while she tried to get over everything that happened. The young blacksmith found herself doing a lot of reflecting during that week, and, eventually, something in the back of her mind clicked.

Thus, for the first time in a week, she left her room, and headed out into the village. Then, when she heard that Solveig and Phoebe were having a meeting at the base of the mountain, she decided that she should at least say hi to them. Let them know she was doing okay, and see how they were doing. So off she went. When she spotted them, she felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to call out to them, but she couldn't find the words. It was then that she noticed another had joined them. Joshua Dragelion; a knight who had made quite a name for himself recently. She even had the chance to serve him on one occasion, as he'd come in and asked her to repair his armor after it'd been heavily damaged. It was her first "big" job, and it was at that point that people started to take notice of her and her humble little shop; that's when her career as a blacksmith started to take off. So, he helped her out a lot, even if it was indirectly. To her, it was all the same; she owed him a lot.

Of course, this didn't help with how nervous she felt about seeing them again. She'd been doing nothing but laying in bed feeling sorry for herself, while the both of them were grieving the loss of a loved one. How selfish can one be? Nevertheless, she managed to gather the courage to approach them; slowly, of course, but soon, she'd come within view. She couldn't think of anything to say; she opened her mouth, but words still eluded her. Eventually, she settled on a very simple and sheepish greeting;

"...hey..."

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POSTED ON Sept 29, 2021 3:57:48 GMT

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"For my Kingdom...

She felt she deserved them not, but Solveig disagreed. Josh slowly nodded his head in agreement with Solveig, though did not speak further for the time. It was clear Phoebe had earned Solveig’s respect during their time in the mines, though Josh wished he could have been there to try and prevent the tragedy that had followed. And yet… He couldn’t be there everywhere at once, could he? And yet also… What had he accomplished, being there where he was? He couldn’t save Ursula either.

He would have to remind himself that the party would have succumbed to the poison if not for his intervention. But that was the work of his Crest, not his own power. So it figures that it wouldn’t cross his mind.

Phoebe returned to her work in earnest. Phoebe found herself with Goron-like gauntlets of stone, a show of her incredible strength. He certainly didn’t want to get into a fistfight with this one. What followed cemented that thought. But also Phoebe was gone. Oh, there she was. “Peek-a-boo” he spoke softly, smirking lightly. It was all he could do to keep the mood light.

Speaking of, another came by, one he recognized vaguely. That was the girl who ran the little blacksmith shopee, wasn’t it? Whether it was a stall in Hylia Square or if she had bought store space in the Market District, it was hard to recall seeing as it felt like a lifetime ago. But he at least remembered the face. She had been the one to try and handle the near-impossible task of repairing badly damaged armor forged with steel made from ore only found in the deepest recesses of the Goron Mines. How she had pulled it off, he had no idea. But he was grateful for it. Though his armor certainly looked different than the one she had repaired. He had given it a fresh coat of paint, trading in the red and gold color scheme for blue and black. He had also added a new cloth piece, silver and light blue in color, to match his fellow soldiers. A symbol that he was now one of them.

He waved casually when -- was it Lina or Lena? -- spoke up.

For my people... I need to do this."

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"Yes!" Solveig gave a mighty cheer at Phoebe's display of strength, thumping his chest a few times as he got pumped up over the strength shown to them! A part of him wanted to fight something as well, that good ole' Goron iron will to FIGHT. "I agree, little one. Brothers and Chief wish those stones to serve little one well."[break][break]

He turned his head towards Lena, one of the little humans that came into the mines so bravely with them. "Ah, another human climbs mountain today. Lena, come closer." He would never turn away from a face that showed courage. No matter what happened in those mines, showing up and making it that far was more than any true coward could say they did. [break][break]

Solveig waved a large rocky hand, inviting Lena closer to the group. Solveig's heart may have been crushed by Dormagoro, but once again, the Chief did what he could to be that boulder to rest against, the steel beam to support the tunnels. He had to stay strong, even if he had to remind himself to stay strong in the first place recently.

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Phoebe

"Our lives are significant to the tides of time. How will we affect today?"

GROUP:Hylian

AGE:24 yrs old

WRITTEN:229 posts

TAG:@phoebe

What's Left Is Smoldering (POST EVENT)

POSTED ON Nov 2, 2021 19:07:32 GMT

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Post by Phoebe on Nov 2, 2021 19:07:32 GMT

Solveig's approval gave the lass some pep, and considering the turmoil, she needed as much as her friends could give her.

As Phoebe shuffled out of the soil, she spotted the blacksmith approaching. "Ah, Ms. Clarke. Welcome to... I don't know, the middle of nowhere. I heard that your peers are quite jealous of you." She removed her gauntlets, bound them to her waist, then plopped down on the hot ground and released a long, tuckered sigh.

"Whew... and I heard that you found success on your travail, Sir Dragelion." She looked up toward him, "I read the article, but... what happened with your party? I saw that Her Highness Princess Marianne and her retinue had joined you, along with Mr. Zaharie, if I recall."

Her eyes widened as she recalled a small piece of that news story.

"... Wait... it's not true that Professor von Brandt went missing, right? Was anyone able to find her?!"