Live Your Own Story in Hyrule

Irina looks up to Revali and smiles warmly, clearly glad to see that he's joining.

Mipha stood up and dusted herself off. It wasn't much, but habit dictated that sort of behavior. "Octoroks can be delicious if prepared correctly," she added casually having heard Link's remarks. "You'll want the inner parts of the octorok. The tentacles are too bitter and not fit for eating, but they are good for potions." Walking over to the mirror, she stood a small ways back on the platform. "Alright, I am ready to enter."

Link contemplates Mipha’s culinary advice with the utmost seriousness. He slowly nods, making a mental note. “I always thought that the inner part would be too chewy since it is used as a balloon. I suppose one would need to apply advanced techniques to render it in an appetizing manner.” His smile shows he is impressed by the princess’s knowledge of cephalopodic cuisine. “You are full of surprises, your highness.”

Mipha smiled, rocking back and forth slightly in mild bashfulness at the compliment she received. "The balloon can be turned into thin crisps when prepared. Savory or sweet. I don't know how to prepare octoroks myself, but there are plenty of Zora chefs who do."

Link smiles, thinking about the culinary treats he has yet to try, then turns to the mirror awaiting for the final piece to be placed.

"Let's do this." _Gatu said, ready._

Irina looks around at this place, clearly uncomfortable to be here, and then looks down.

Link touches Irina's arm to reassure her. He says in a soft voice, “We will stick together and make it through this.”

Irina looks up to Link and nods with a weak smile. “We always do.” Certainly, this group has pulled through some very difficult moments.

Link looks back at the group that is gathered there. “I appreciate all of you willing to join us. Together we are unstoppable.”

With the last shard held up to the mirror, it lifts up and slots into place. The entire surface glows with a pale, golden light having been completed, returning to its full sheen and reflectiveness. The ground beneath their feet quakes and rising up from the center of the island is a large, dark slab. The quaking ceases as the slab comes to a rest, only the sound of dirt spilling off its corners and top edge.

The mirror flashes to life once again and the etchings on the glass project onto the slab. The etchings then sink into the stone, creating an opening. Strangely, this effect does not travel to the back of the slab.

Link watches the slab appear in awe. He walks up to it, then touches the opening as he attempts to cross it.

Her face goes cold as Impa watches the magic repair itself. All that effort, undone in moments.

As Link approaches, the Sheikah chief takes a step forward to enter alongside him.

Stepping through to a new world, Impa is pleasantly surprised to see a reflection of the temple room they were just in, if dustier and a bit more weather worn, due to the open archway before them.

(((OOC- roll perception : 2 *d8 please)))

Irina's eyes go wide as the slab suddenly emerges in the middle of the room. When she sees Link and Impa enter the opening in the stone, she follows them.

Aio stares at Naomi blankly. He clearly didn't understand her. He wonders why this girl is threatening the other girl.

As he doesn't quite understand the rules of the game, he does the same and chases after Saria, holding his hands up like a dragon as well. He calls out "Raaawr!" and something unintelligible in his language.

Saria lets out a scream as both come after her and laughs, running. She looks at Aio and points at Naomi without stopping. "Attack HER, not me! We are the good guys! Dragon! Dragon! " She repeats, hoping to teach Aio a new word.

Aio begins chasing after Naomi, too, and calls her by what he thinks is probably her name, "Dragon! Dragon!"

Fallon opens the door and is immediately met with screaming and shouts of a dragon. She hurries outside, checking the sky and surroundings to see if one had suddenly popped up. Thankfully, there was no such creature and further processing allowed her to realize they were just playing out here. Of course, that's what they intended to do in the first place, but flashbacks of moldugas and spiders said otherwise. Briefly, anyway.

So, she heads back towards the walls of the inn and leans against them, watching them play and enjoy life for the time being. A refreshing change of scenery to what she knows lies beyond.

Naomi blinks at the swift derailment of her CAREFULLY CRAFTED FANTASY WORLD. o.O; At least Saria seems to get the idea and is trying to explain it to Aio -- but it looks like he still thinks _he's_ a dragon. Okay, well, maybe he can be a knight AND a dragon! Like some kind of...dragon man!

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"Ummm...OHNOES IT IS THE DRAGONBORN! BUT YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT ME UNLESS YOU FIND THE, ummm, MAGICAL HELMET OF RAINBOW FLAMES! IT IS IN, ummmmmmmmmm...aaaaaa SECRET PLACE THAT--THAT ONLY THE ROYAL FAMILY KNOWS ABOUT!" Yeah, Naomi is totally engaging in AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION and not dumping her DM responsibilities on Saria. n.n

Those were a lot of words and Aio understood none of them! He continues to chase Dragon and shouts her name. He giggles with excitement as the air and sun and open space combine to create a volatile reaction of fun.

As the screams of the children echo through the field outside of the Wolfos, a tall imposing Gerudo woman cuts the horizon perpendicularly. She holds a spear and walks in a relaxed pace but with a serious expression. The expression softens when she sees the children playing, particularly the boy.

She stops and observes them by the stables outside of the inn.

Saria laughs and nods, pointing at Noemi! "Yes! Catch the dragon!"

Seeing Risa arrive, Saria hmms, touching her chin with a finger. She approaches Risa and Fallon and brings her hands to her back. "Excuse me, I have a question."

"As you know, Aio is living in the Kokiri Forest now. Do you know of any grown-ups that may help us build a treehouse for him?"

Risa crouches down to become eye-level with the forest child. She rests her elbow on her knee and says, "A treehouse?" She thinks, and says, "Sweetie, I am from the desert. I don't know much about trees. But I will find someone who can help."

Fallon laughed to herself. Of all the things Naomi could've been, a dragon...born was not one she expected. Yet, she could appreciate her imagination. Those bedtime stories must've sounded far more spectacular to her than she'd thought.

Spotting movement in the distance, she looked towards it and found it was a friendly face upon closer inspection. She smiled as Risa approached, acknowledging her presence with a nod.

With Saria now approaching, she then pondered her question, "You need help with one, hm? Well, I'm not much of a builder, but I can assist in whatever way I can. I'll have to ask my husband if he has any suggestions or ideas. All else fails, I could just read about trees and houses and then attempt to replicate it."

Saria grins, her hands on her back while she listens to them. "You are big and strong women, so I knew you could help! Thank you." With this, she goes back to playing with her friends.

GUUUHHHH!!! &gt;_&lt;; Being a DM is so FRUSTRATING! You put in all this work to give the players an intricate world to interact with, and they just want to be MURDER HOBOS that solve every problem by charging at it swords waving! "Okay, fine! TAG, YOU'RE IT!" Naomi shouts to Aio. Then she turns and dashes away.

Aio didn't quite understand but he understood perfectly what she meant and what his job was now. He gives chase to Naomi and also Saria.

Saria laughs and runs away from Aio, happy to see him enjoying himself. There were some things they needed to figure out but this was probably what he needs for now.

Wolf Link empathetically oofs as the man crashes into the tree. Nevertheless, he seizes the opportunity to use the commotion as a cover and slips out of the village as attention is drawn to the battle. Like a shadow, he moves under the lights and field of vision of the people that have started to emerge from their homes.

Irina covers her mouth with one hand when she sees the man rolling on the ground, but is relieved to see that he seems fine.

As Link moves, she quickly follows him through the town and towards the graveyard.

Revali winced. "Ouch..." That one had to hurt. The trees in Hyrule were sturdy, after all and had a tendency to hide spides in them. As a choice place for protection, they might have been onto something.

The moblin is vanquished and the village is stirring which might work out in their favor. Nobody is going to look for a wolf with a moblin taking up space. Sure will be a lot to clean up, though.

With that, him and Red continue onward to rendevous with the others in the graveyard.

Jabu's whiskers, that was quite the incident! Mipha certainly wasn't expecting that activity up here, but she's honestly glad it's over. Not that she needed to, but her desire to keep a low profile continues as she creeps her way through towards the graveyward. "My word, I honestly didn't think a moblin would make an appearance here. They ususaly don't find much reason to come this far..."

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_With the villagers' nerves settled, and some of them expressing they're glad he was okay, they left to go back inside and turn off their lights. However, looking over at the inn and starting to walk over there, he finds that it was closed for reservations- meaning there was no place for him to stay the night. Walking over and picking up the Moblin Spear, the young warrior breaks a section of it off so it was more his size and making it balanced so it wasn't unwieldy._
_Checking on their friend in their hat, they seemed to have gotten knocked out from the force of colliding with that tree along with them. Hopefully in time they'll wake up... Using what magic he has access to, they heal themself up a bit so it would be easier to breath. Doing so however making his Life Gauge 'glitch' through different styles until it settled on a different one; causing him a moment of pain._

_With the moment passed, the young warrior adjusts their bunny hood on top of their head after putting his hat back on and fixing their hair. Since loitering wasn't allowed in town, he'd have to go to the graveyard to rest there. Hopefully Dampé was going to be alright with it. They have in the past the few times he came and there wasn't any available rooms in the inn._

_Gatu proceeds, unknowingly, towards the <#C9UT1C3BQ>_

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Suddenly, a black crystal slams into the ground at high speeds, with a sudden flash of light in the form of a beam slamming into it, setting it off. Once the dust settles, one can see a Fog begin to form.

Another day, another round of looking for odd jobs to keep body and soul together. -.- It's better now than when John first started at least, he's gotten used to approaching folks at random to ask for work and they've gotten used to the idea that there's this guy around who can save them some trouble in exchange for a few rupees. Still, it's wearisome having to _hunt_ for employment all the time.

"I'm tellin' ya Johnny-boy, ya oughta just sign up wi' the castle guard," Scruvo remarks, guessing John's thoughts. "Gals love a chap in armor."

John rolls his eyes, trying to remember how many times they've had this conversation already. "And what do you think will happen when they ask about past experience and references? 'I was part of the army in the Dukedom of Loranis until I was banished for insubordination.'" e.e

"Cor blimey, an' you think _I_ take liberties in recountin' stories! At least I add stuff IN instead of leavin' all th'good parts out! Tell y'wot, why don't I tell 'em wot happened an' then you can just shoot down the embellishments, that'll get th'full story across AND show 'em you're humble ab--CRIKEY, INCOMIN'!!!"

John dives for the nearest cover, the corner of a building. He hears a dirt-spraying impact followed by an explosion, accompanied by a brief flash brightening the surroundings. After a moment, he straightens up against the wall and takes a peek around the corner, assessing the situation and looking for casualties and at-risk civilians. &gt;.&gt; Maybe nobody's _paying_ him to be a soldier, but the trained response doesn't stop to think about things like that.

In the distance, between the mountaintops, glides a yellow object. It takes note of the strange object that just flew into the town. The young messenger Rito swoops down on the town to take a closer look.

Not too far from the town, a royal guard sees the fog and hurries to ensure everybody is safe. Upon seeing the fog, Kagetora stops before he reaches it. He is aware of what will happen if he touches it... and frowns.

"Everybody, step back! Do not touch the fog!" He warns lifting his arms, stopping any villagers that attempt to approach the area.

The young yellow bird was near the fog but perched slightly above it on a stone chimney. He hops down to the roof and asks the soldier, “What is happening?”

Kagetora looks up to see the Rito while he tries to block people from entering the town. “This fog contains dark magic and is similar to that in Castle Market Town. Those who touch it will be cursed and turned into poes. Please warn everyone to stay away!”

The young Rito squawks in affirmation to the warrior's command, and then hops a few times before taking flight over the town. He begins to call out, "Beware! Beware! Everyone abandon the village! Avoid the fog!"