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[Finale]

The camp would remain there for another full day. With the aftermath settled and accounted for, soldiers and civilians alike rested, celebrated and mourned. Soon enough, the tents were pulled down, the people loaded into carts and sent northwest toward the border, surely to some other waiting Hylian settlement or camp. The civilians seemed uncertain, and while they were very grateful, many had still lost all they had- but each other, in the battle. The town, although its people were saved, was completely razed to ashes, a mere skeleton of its former humble bustling thatch-work and wooden state just days before. A column of black smoke still rises long into the next day; the fire was allowed to burn until it consumed all within the walls.

Meridia would be limping up and around after the first day, albeit high on a slew of medical drugs and unable to ride a horse. Leandros, for his part, slept for most of the following day, being woken by his chief nurse out of concern around that time. He spends much of his time issuing simple orders and checking up on his company of troops, seeing to what needs he can. There is a calmness to the events of the camp. Many are exhausted yes, but, most took ot the stress relief well. Too well. This seemed almost mundane to many of the older men. Like this had happened many times before.

Aine, if she remains, is beginning to be barraged by questions from commoners. Leandros and Meridia would keep a respectful distance, likely formulating their own pertinent queries. It would become quite clear that the group could look after itself. Leaving now would be perfectly fine, or accompanying the group. Leandros, in one of only a few exchanges between you, mentions that you are free to follow the group or depart as you will.

With day, the situation Hyrule finds itself in becomes self evident. Like a cancer upon the world, massive, slowly growing walls, like bubbles, are growing out, obscuring what lay inside. Your hylian ancestry instinctively tells you to look across Hyrule field, which is beset by Twilight. The world is vast, and in terrible danger.

One question remains...

What will Aine do?

Light in the Dark [closed rp]

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Meridia looks like shes about to push herself up, but glances down and thinks better of it.

“No need for Mi’lady’s ma’am, I work for a living. If you’re going to be addressing me by rank, then the word you are looking for is ‘sir’, odd as that might seem. But I get the impression I should be saluting you.”

She glances at Leandros, who is very much still asleep.

“He should be dead, as should I. I’m pretty sure we dont have a hero of time in our ranks, so...”

Meridia glances up at Aine.

“Thank you, if it hasn't been said already. They had us back there. You saved a lot of lives. That matters to me. That’s what this war has become. We cant stop the tides of darkness consuming our realm, but we can try to save our people.

Meridia sighs. You see her pull aside some sheets to reveal more of her bandaged figure. It is plain she is athletic, young and beautiful.

“Thats better. The red potions always feel so hot inside. If you could, please take him and put him in his bed. He should have been put to it hours ago. You can undo the armor at the sides; the rest is self explanatory, look for straps. Once you're down to shirt and pants, thats enough. Not that he’d mind you taking a peek, after what you’ve done here tonight.”

She gives you a wink and covers herself up again.

“I’d help but my ribs are broken. Its hard enough trying not to laugh imagining him waking up to you disrobing him. Poor Leo.”

You can see she’s exhausted, but rested enough to talk or perhaps answer some questions, if that was your wish.

Light in the Dark [closed rp]

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RIP phone users.

This is the opinion of a veteran RP blogger on tumblr but a total noob in the zelda community that presides over two mostly asleep blogs. Take my words with a grain of salt. Or a fist full, maybe, I dont know.

What makes a blog popular:

Openness, genuine willingness to interact, sometimes a lot, and activity generally. It also helps a lot to be established into a foothold or niche, just just within a fandom, but as a fixture in that fandom. Like, being the go to person for X. It doesnt matter what X is, as long as people refer to you for it.

Followers want two things with ask blogs; a consistently good and interesting story between compelling charachters, and taking part in that interesting story themselves. The difficult part is maintaining quality and gently discouraging damaging RPs and players while fostering and encouraging highly positive threads and partners. This ensures that your blog and interactions are quality, but it is absurdly hard to do without being hurtful. The vast majority of people will give the silent treatment to those they dont want to interract with for whatever reason; its been done to me, its probably been done by me, and its a shitty thing to do. We should aspire to move beyond that.

Nobody cares about memes. There like light fluffy popcorn you eat during a movie. You consume them and forget about them amidst the action of other events. The best thing about them is they can frame and set up more meaningful encounters. Besides that, they are just simple utilities to try and fish replies during slow periods in between replies or try to hook more of your audience to participate.

Promo posts: These are usually best short and sweet in my opinion,with a bit of art and some links maybe. I have thought about doing promos with stuff like short stories but people just arent going to tolerate more than a paragraph or two of text and they certainly wont care about a readmore. Tumblr as a platform is all about flash and instant gratification, not substance. Yet it is substance which begets quality, so hook people with something really cool looking and then keep them enthralled by compelling writing and charachters.

The art is literally ONLY important for your blog layout and your avatar. I abjectly refuse to accept the importance of icons or reaction images. Those are crutches and for most people with OC’s outright impossible to make in a timely or effective way. If you draw your own charachter reactions, just make a set of 24 or so generic ones with generic backgrounds that you can slap into ‘popcorn’ posts to give visual oriented people a hook. Otherwise nobody needs these; you can cut them out entirely. Images in general, on the other hand, those can be nice as framing devices. Kind of like in movies where you get a quick establishing shot to frame where a thing is happening, or for a really important moment that you want to stand out and force a pause in the reading. Otherwise, Tumblr[EDIT: ASK BLOGS] is [ARE] a text based blogging platform and your replies should reflect that [The purely art ones prove my point better than anything; if they have stories at ALL, they are scripted and written wholly by the owner; they are not interactive. The art is nice but will lack the depth of a great communal narrative]. Embrace the glory of the written word and use it to its full potential. Half the reason to even do this is to practice writing and try creating your own worlds and visions. If you can nail descriptive writing, it will be more captivating and meaningful than any drawing, unless you are some kind of art savant. If you are, and you composed a michellangelo like piece for a tumblr blog, you’re priorities are weeeird.

I’m going to outright say it, there’s absolutely a stigma attached to genderbent anything. It usually provokes an ‘oh. Its one of those’ reactions. Sometimes, you get someone who takes a few facts about the source charachter then rewrites the entire person from the ground up as their own charachter, molded by their gender and how their society reflects that, but most will be shallow, empty charachters riffing off of an established one.

Instead of gender bending, why not just take what you liked about the source charachter and make your own charachter as the gender you want, with a new name, new story, new quirks, while keeping what was good about them at first. I would love to see a Prince Zel or something that really tackled what a genderbending of zelda would really mean. Maybe he’s a mage lord or something? Maybe he’s forced into the military to fulfill his royal functions? Maybe he’s a little effeminate, but hated for it; his people seeing it as a sign of weakness rather than strength in the face of a war against evil. I dont know, but just have confidence in yourself to go your own way. Its how we grow and improve as writers.

Getting your muse noticed: RP with people, a lot. Shoot out a bunch of asks and thread requests to big blogs and blogs you like. Make sure you have a plan for how youd like the thread to go so you can try to pack in what makes you and your blog special into those little interactive bits. Not only will this probably endear you to the bloggers your working with, but it’ll make planning and keeping track of it all easier, and likely make your charachters both look awesome as a result. I wish I did this more. Over time, if your writing is solid and you keep up a schedule, people will take notice. Every follower you have is a potential member of your cast, and sometimes if you find the right people, you need only a handful of active mutuals to creative an epic story. Plan out adventures DnD style and save the world, or town, or whatever. Or plan out an epic romance that will span the globe and literal real life months. You dont need 300 followers to do that. You need like, 4 or 5 good reliable ones. Maybe you already have them.

Consider for a moment, why your doing this. What are you hoping to achieve? Popularity? Or is this for the story. If its for the popularity, maybe there are better ways, but if this is out of a desire to see an epic story, like the ones in our zelda games unfurl, then you already know what you have to do. You won’t remember memes in the months ahead, but how about that time [   ] and [   ] slew that dragon while your muse was drunk and laughing in a discord due to random dice rolled shenanigans? Thats what I’m here for.

Aine as a muse has been alright so far. Shes very high power level which limits you a lot. So much is completely simple for you that you will struggle with making challenges or charachter faults. Others will see your power level and assume you will abuse it for godmodding potential, or render their charachters irrelevant. You must build up communal trust by demonstrating that Aine is not that kind of character.

I’d like to see more internal conflict with her. A few more humanizing features and flaws. She needs some motivations and missions/goals in her life. What does she stand for? What does she stuggle against? Define these, and the muse will write itself. Thankfully this is zelda. We have so many flavors of evil that this should be easy; just ensure that the goal you lay out is one that will challenge Aine. If its as easy as beating a still mortal Ganondorf or something, that should be easy for a demigoddess. Think bigger. Like a post win ganondorf sitting on an empire of monsters and dark magic, or Zant, or other Deities like Majora or even Demise. Maybe even create your own villains if none of these are suitable.

Blog Advice?

Does anyone have any advice on how to grow one’s blog? What makes an ask/rp blog popular? What do followers want to get out of that kind of blog? Is it memes that make a blog popular? Is it the writing or the art? How do you make a successful promotional post? What’s the best way to get your muse noticed? Is there a stigma attached to genderbent female OC’s? Would I be better off with a different muse? Are there problems with my current muse? Sorry about all the questions but I’d really like to know and I’m sure others would too! Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated <3

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Ooc: purges

To help organize my feed im going to unfollow non mutuals to organize my feed so i can see posts again. Mass following was unnecessary so im going to trim a lot of fat. Speaking of that, Lynthan is being ejected from this blog. This is now strictly Luther and Leandros . Kara, a hylian sentinel, will get her own blog soon for botw interactions. Mors, my alt, will get some promos and updates as well, to sti.ulate dead threads.

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why not just make Lynthan into the hylian ranger? just combined the two muses or make them siblings

Changing a charachter like that is a fundamental shift. Here’s all the things about Lynthan that would be altered:

Melee combat -> Ranged Combat

Limited survival skills -> Expert survival skills

Most comfortable with others -> works alone

Has no specific job, freelance -> serious, grounded responsibilities, important job

Travels all around the world -> Likely going to remain in home province unless chasing/eliminating a threat

Moreover the entire point for Lynthan was that he was an inheritor of this knightly legacy, and he would be pursuing that old world ideal, trying to learn what it meant to be one of those knights. But people didnt seem to care much for that plotline.

Also, the main reason this came up was the somewhat uninspired reaction to Lynthan. He was my first Zelda muse yet he has the fewest threads, several of which were left unfinished (which I understand, people didnt want to bother) and very few contacts. I’m not angry about this; Leandros and Luther did far better than I ever anticipated for such old verses as theirs, but Lynthan just did not fit with the other Zelda bloggers ive seen around.

I mean, some people were kind and gave the muse the time of day, and ive already thanked most of them publicly for that. The ones who didnt just didnt like the charachter, and that’s fine- maybe a female protagonist might engender more sympathy and interest. Maybe not. That’s why I’m trying to reach out and get a feel for things.

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Opinion: keep Lynthan or new BoTW muse??

So I love BoTW’s concept, but i feel like Lynthan is uninspired. Its funny, he compelled me to make this blog and now im considering dumping him.

Before I try anything I’d like your thoughts. He would be replaced by Kara, a Hylian ranger that protects several settlements in BoTW. We never see rangers or guards of any sort ingame, but they make sense as defenders of settlements given the absence of guards, militia, or walls. How are these people kept safe? Answer (at least for the Hylians): Rangers.

The inspiration for Kara’s organization will very much be the Rangers of Ithilien under Faramir.

Kara herself is a competent, maybe somewhat more quiet, archer. She uses a simple shortsword up close and otherwise keeps to herself. Most likely, she would have her own side-blog to keep her fresh and new. Thoughts?

If people are really attached to Lynthan, a third option would be to keep him but do nothing with him and pursue things with Kara.

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Luther frowns, spending a considerable amount of time beginning the long process of putting on his gear again.

“I do not understand.” he slowly replied, honestly.

“But, I feel you are not deceiving me. A thing of your power would be either evil itself or wise, especially if you are long lived, as I feel you may be.”

Once his cloth under-armor was on, Luther stood at the edge of the pool, hand loosely on a sword hilt.

“As a survivor of the great civil war, and the end-war, soldier of the 13th Banner, and later Knight-Errant of the now lost Kingdom of Hyrule, I posess many skills which might be useful. I can swing a sword that can cleave mighty beasts into halves. I can ride for three days without stopping. I posess above average strength, and if it serves Ganondorf, I have killed at least one of it in these goddess-forsaken years. You could not ask for a greater mortal, save perhaps a hero of legend.”

He paused, looking the fae in the eye, a stalwart expression upon his features. “Yet I am but a man. This majora, it is of indescribable power if  it exists. What could I do to turn back the tides of oblivion? How might a man who could not stop a demon king vanquish a demon god?”

Luther blinked.

“Do not be concerned. I have already decided in my heart to aid you, and it is not simply because you posses great majesty. I am sworn never to balk at danger and to protect my land and people. If these are to be consumed by some great evil, no matter if I understand, I will fight. But a good warrior first knows how to win before he strikes. Explain your plan, then let us be off.”

[’kay, so explain to Luther in simple words how were gonna kick majoras ass then get us OUTTA THIS FOUNTAIN! Woo! almost moving on!]

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How could she properly describe the entity that was known as Majora? She doubted the Knight would understand all of her knowledge, yet if they were to be bound together, to fight against a scourge far worse then Demises Hatred he had to understand. 

She bit her lip, a sign of nervousness that few would have the chance to see as she began to spoke, her voice leaking the centuries of stress and bitterness. ‘Majora is a creature of destruction. It aims to swallow this world whole, and in truth is getting closer and closer to its goal.’ She paused then, struggling for the right kind of words before eventually settling on ‘The King of Evil will fall, it is written in blood. Yet Majora?’

A soft sigh escaped her lips gently shaking her head as she stared at the Knight in front of her. ‘We must take Fate into our own hands, and make sure it never gets its goal. ‘

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shilling for my alt

STARTER CALL/PROMO

To walk upon the shadow-path of ages, against the cold wind of death- that is to glimpse beyond the veil of eternity and see what lies beyond.

Mors, a self-aware Stalfos with a philosopher’s perspective and a huge sword, is ready to interact with the world of the living.

Recently re-written and polished up!

Like/Reblog for starters, and/or to spread this around, that would be lovely too.

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hey ! new rp blog for the og princess of the zoras, ruto!! give this post a like if you’d be interested in interacting ! ( a reblog wold be appreciated as well, to get the word out !! ❤️ )

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{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

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A guardian was roaming about the Great Plateau, it seemed to be searching for something, an enemy perhaps? What that guardian happened to be looking for was in fact, clutched to it's head, trying its best not to be flung off or killed.

From about half a kilometer away, a figure in rusted armor watched the infernal machine make its march, oblivious to the figure atop the guardian.

Lynthan’s mount was unsettled. The horse felt  its riders deep inner fear. As it watched the monstrosity crash through his homeland, Lynthan’s minds eye was struck by a vision of a suicidal charge, his father and all his fair knights, riding only to die to a trio of such things. They were the greatest warriors he had ever known, and they were butchered by beam and lightblade.

When he was a young lad his father had always told him, a man became a knight for his own reasons, but always, it was with the promise of service, even unto death. Knighthood was an act of submission and binding to greater powers, to ideals, to the laws of the world and the kingdom.

Lynthan was largely ignorant of these, indeed his older knight lords largely were as well. But they took the oaths to heart. The enemy of the princess had reared its mechanical head. Duty demanded they charge.

It was impossible to see due to the rust, but tear drops fell from the helmet as Lynthan cried silently for his dead father. He hated that they hadnt just ran. There was no one left to witness their dishonor. The machines would continue on as they had.

Lynthan remembered Petras, the only other survivor of that day. Older, brotherly, he told him once that “at the end of the world, all we are and all we do is born witness by two audiences, the one inside our souls, and the one watching in the heavens. And here, amid the ruin, they would watch and judge as never before.

The young man raised his head, and strapped on his knight’s salet. He produced a newly carved lance from a sling at the side of his horse, and couched it under his right arm. He raised his half-broken shield, sporting a faded hylian rune, and weeped openly.

“Father! Petras! I cannot dishonour you! You my friends, my family, I will not forsake the duty! I... will not!” Lynthan bit his lip deep enough to draw blood, and kicked this mount into a charge.

“DEMON OF GANON, TONIGHT, YOU FACE THE LAST OF THE KNIGHTS OF HYRULE!” Lynthan screamed, his mind alight with the images of his heritage. Of the old tales of heroes. This was how it would end. But in death, as much as he feared it, he would be redeemed. The knights would die, yes, but with a triumphant battle cry at the end of the world. As it should be.

Lynthan weeped, but smiled. He wanted to see his family, and all his friends, so terribly badly. Those seconds, spent galloping toward doom, toward oblivion, stretched and lapsed into eternity.

Yes. It was a righteous charge indeed. Remember what father had once said. Aim for the eye....

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I'm not dead, but i have lost a bit of my muse. I'm considering making an entirely new botw muse and killing Lynthan off. Im not sure hes responsible for the general malaise though. @janofthedesert , im aware its my turn. At this point, im going to do a big wrap up post to wrap up my part of this. Sorry. @ others, ill do ask replies soon. Im sorry for the delay.

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The light began to die out as rhe sun fell into the mountains. Luther looked back, a grim stllness to his posture and expression. "To you, i would consider a surrender. But to your king? Better to have fought and lost. I saw him in the battlefield..."

Luther stops himself. No need to antagonize.

"May courage and wisdom temper your power."

The knight mounted and began to trot off, leaving the parchment in Nabooru's hands. Luther knew when next they met, it would be as enemies.

Luther tightened his lips but said nothing. From his rense body and posture it was clear that he was containing some rage. In time though, he eased up and sighed. “Then there is little point to proceeding. We will discuss these matters and our leaders will do what they will with our council.”

The man bowed, albiet only slightly, and turned away toward the horizon.

“You did not have to listen. I respect that you elected to do so regardless of outcome. I pray, you will not live to regret your choice. In any case, it will be dark soon. That will be when i depart.”

He looked then like a deflated, half-beaten man some innocent part of him had hoped this would have worked. A more cynical learned part of him knowing it wouldn’t; between the two, a heart filled with doubt.

“You know what they whisper, in our camps, Gerudo?” He says absently, tending to his supplies. “This war will destroy everything and every one. The entire world and all those in it, Gerudo and Hylian alike.”

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Jan and his man dash through the rising undead horde. The pairhappen upon a series of empty cages, and further on some of 40 hylian civilians. Desperately, they break locks while fending off the swarm.

For Jan the stalfos put up some resistance, but offer little challenge. Soon enough they are joined by the odf freakish gibdo, and a veritable swarm of redead. Something is clear; they are all protecting the tower that has been siphoning energy.

Lance: a meeting of knights

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Luther tightened his lips but said nothing. From his rense body and posture it was clear that he was containing some rage. In time though, he eased up and sighed. "Then there is little point to proceeding. We will discuss these matters and our leaders will do what they will with our council."

The man bowed, albiet only slightly, and turned away toward the horizon.

"You did not have to listen. I respect that you elected to do so regardless of outcome. I pray, you will not live to regret your choice. In any case, it will be dark soon. That will be when i depart."

He looked then like a deflated, half-beaten man some innocent part of him had hoped this would have worked. A more cynical learned part of him knowing it wouldn't; between the two, a heart filled with doubt.

"You know what they whisper, in our camps, Gerudo?" He says absently, tending to his supplies. "This war will destroy everything and every one. The entire world and all those in it, Gerudo and Hylian alike."

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Ok H O N E S T L Y… When I made this blog, I never thought I’d even get 50 people interested in me and my portrayal of Urbosa, let alone 200 of you! This fandom has been so nice and welcoming. I haven’t even been here a full month yet and I’ve already met so many lovely people. I’d like to give a special shout-out to some of you. Even if we haven’t interacted just yet, I love all of your blogs so much and am definitely stalking admiring you ( and your portrayals of your respective characters ) from afar! Please know if you’re not on this list, it doesn’t mean I h8 you forever. It just means I have a really crappy memory. If I follow you, I want to interact with you. <3

@revxli @untouchedbydemise @strengthinspirit @blademxster @elegansproelior @darukreadytoroll @janofthedesert @aeirial @breathofaknight @heiirloom @lcylines @malonsong @princess-of-the-wilds @ritochamp @resurrectedknight @sydas @the-infernal-dinosaur @talonsandleather @twilightbound @thcnderhelmed @couragelost @bravelink @silencedchampion @hyrulebassketcase

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"I... have no idea. This isnt Twili magic."

"Sir." The apparently competent follower of leandros pointed to some discarded hylian weapons. "Theyre new. This is also where the survivors probably are."

The captain was about to ask Jan something when the rattle of bones intensified, and a good 10 stalfos moved forward from the depths.

"Two options! We go together, or we split up!" (Splitting is faster.) Goals: rescue hostages, and stop evil magic

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Leandros seems skeptical. “I dont know how but perhaps your correct. Logic dictates that the places that makethe biggest noise are the most cavernous.”

The trio spend a moment pitter pattering across the adobe floor until one particular spot is found. Its a lovely e of a gerudo prince beseeching his gods in stunning mosaic relief. It also seems eminently smashable, you barbarian you.

Leandros looks at Jan.

“Im man enough to know greater strength when i see it. The honor is yours.”