[The rains started early and came violently. The rivers swelled; Lake Hylia rose to fill its valley. And still the waters poured from the heavens, unstoppable, relentless, as if intent on flooding all of Hyrule...]

[...upon waking, you may notice that you're not in your bed. You're not in a bed at all, in fact. Where you are is sprawled out on ( Read more... )

( Everyone can do something special )

[the tranquil day is broken by what sounds like an angry gust shrieking through hollow homes. Amidst the trees near the entrance of Lost Woods is a rather irate Hero pitching a fit. If he tried warping now, he'd probably end up falling flat on his face rather than landing where he intended ( Read more... )

[It begins the way his dreams always do, with cascading visions of places he doesn't recognize. It's the desert this time. The jagged Arbiter's Grounds, although he does not know them by name, loom in the distance ( Read more... )

[His back is turned to the little girl. He knows she is there, drawing in black ink on a piece of parchment. She is kneeling on the stone floor, he knows, one small hand clutched around the quill, another pressing the scrap of parchment flat and holding it still. Ganon can hear the scraching as she draws.]

( and we run and we hide from the slow assassination tide )

( We are still connecting our other dreams )

[After burning down and escaping from the Kokiri Forest, two heroes are relaxing in the warmth of Telma's Bar. One defrosting, and the other just enjoying the bustling atmosphere. They're talking at a normal volume, but the excited rush of the tavern consumes most of the noise ( Read more... )

[There's a beautiful woman with long green hair, and dressed in flowing green robes, in the middle of Hyrule Field. Tending to flowers that wern't there before.]

((OOC: It's the Goddess Farore! Links take note, she's very fond of her green-clad heros. And yes that's a Rydia icon, I needed a green haired woman, okay?))

[he couldn't stop here. The middle of Lost Woods was not a good place to pass out from whatever magic he's suffering from. Staggering to his feet again, Keane stumbles his way through the trees and undergrowth, stopping occasionally to lean against a tree to catch his breath before continuing.

But even this one had a limit to his endurance...]

( we've got to enjoy it so that we don't waste it )

[Of course the one time that he'd willing go visit the Gerudo Desert, the bridge would be out. Despite the region's normally hot climate, winter's reach had brought faster winds to the already temperamental climate; one particularly strong tempest having splintered the wooden tension bridge. All that remained of the bridge into the Fortress now ( Read more... )