[ falling from the sky and onto a nearby roof is none other than a green clad Link. He rolls down, pulling a few shingles with him, and hangs on the edge uncertainly. After swinging and jumping successfully and awkwardly to his feet, he looks around the area, unsure what to make of anything. ]

What...

[ ooc: SUP ZELDA DRESSERS. I'm freshmeat ( Read more... )

[In the middle of Hyrule Field, there is a single, solitary, PERFECTLY HARMLESS cucco.]

[ooc: For all intents and purposes, this is exactly what it looks like. Pure crack. Feel free to pick up, carry, punt, maul, Din's Fire, bomb, throw stuff at, and whatever else suits your desires to the cucco. You all know it deserves it. Rack up enough ( Read more... )

[Her feet suffer from never-ending turmoil. She carries herself with the same ease she has done for years on end. She stands no longer at her post. With what she's seen, she has every right to believe that she's no longer needed to be stationed in one place. She grows restless with time, yet perhaps to some degree she is ageless. How would she know ( Read more... )

At what would appear to be random spots throughout Hyrule, odd doorways are opening up: the ground will tremble and shift, falling away, and tunnels previously hidden will be uncovered; small buildings and trees will suddenly rise, now shown to be sitting atop foreboding stone archways; pull on the right torch or tree limb, or bomb the right wall, ( Read more... )

[Spring's time has drawn to its end; its annual duties have concluded. Today is the day to awaken the Summer.]

[The Oracle of Seasons makes her way to the center of Hyrule Field. Hyrule has no Temple of Seasons, but she finds the field suitable to her work. It is bright, and open, and lets her commune with the spirits perfectly well.]

[A long ( Read more... )

[It's a peaceful day on Hyrule Field. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and in the general direction of Castle Town, there are some very strange sounds indeed ( Read more... )

[The earth moves deep and slow within Death Mountain, but there is a rhythm there. A power. The drummer feels it beat in him in the darkest nights, asleep in the village below. There's a kinship there, with that old power, or at least a familiarity. When he feels that beat he thinks of the days long past of the great beasts that roamed Hyrule ( Read more... )

This hasn't been one of his finer moments, but then Raven certainly didn't expect to catch an angry Zora either. Lesson duly noted, he supposes ( Read more... )

[Taxes, bills, forms, numbers higher than Cremia has ever wanted to count. The upkeep for the Ranch is becoming difficult for the redheaded woman in recent times. Vandals have been sneaking into the ranch to break bottles and spook the cows, and Cremia is almost certain beyond a doubt that those damn Gorman brothers are behind it in one way or ( Read more... )

[The howling of the wind is what wakes him. The wind, the sand, the heat, the grit. He hurts everywhere. Sheik raises his head slowly, opens his eyes, instantly shuts them again. He's woken into a sandstorm--no, the beginning of one. If it were a true sandstorm, he might be stripped to the bone by now ( Read more... )