Hyrule Adventures 2

OOC: Well, it's time for me to go. See you guys later.

OOC:O.k, I've seen alot of people come on and off, I'm talking to you Sheng Long, Weienw, Burning Monkey, and Alpha. Now, I know that MG(damn lazy goron...kiddin') isn't here right now but that isn't a reason to make me suffer by comin' on and seeing no one post. Arg!!!

Yeah, so who's gonna do it. Is it you?! *points finger*

Of course master Raven Sheng Long utter's quickly before rising to his feet. He still keeps his eyes averted, and stands a good stride away fromt he Sheikah. As the form of Acro rolls past him Sheng Long dive's to the side and rolls along his arm, shoulder, hip, to a crouching stance dusting snow and fallen leaves from his shoulders (ooc: exactly what season is it now?!) he locks his eyes on the form of the child sprawled on the floor. After he rises and begin's to inspect the walls Sheng Long throws back his head, his razor features unfoldin in a booming laugh that fills the room, shaking a few leaves from the tree. He moves towards the newcomer and inclining his head says: Peace of the Goddesses be upon you, My name is Sheng Long!

OOC: Ooh, that's harsh XD. Besides, MG's moved onto a leafier if not similarly lazy race *cackles*. Anyway, if anyone didn't want to see into Arco's mind... you can blame Julian.
IC:

Bony, bony hands, Arco thinks, watching Julian skim over the hieroglyphs as the Zora looks for clues. Near him...

A faint smile, smile on the face, Arco then observes of Victor, who also seems to be examining the stonework. The sides of the Sheikah's mouth go out and upwards in a subconcious attempt to reciprocate the other bard's good-natured beam. He takes a few steps nearer, as to better hear what the two are discussing. Their glances and gestures seem to indicate that the subject of their conversation is...

An odd necklace--and what's on... a pouch, almost touching the ground... Arco stares mutely at the long-haired, bronzed man, a little late in noticing...

That one doesn't look so happy, not too happy, very somewhat... the Bard turns his attention onto the scarved, red-eyed Sheikah. For a moment. Then, he turns again to look around the room, for the others...

And there is, he, Alpha, Arco thinks, calling up memories and matching them to the updated appearance of the caped Sheikah he hadn't seen for so long, also standing in the shadows...

The finned praise the water
That the stone-eaters hate
The long-eared love sunlight but
In the shades do we wait

Then who is he? There is one, off to the side... Arco peers at the Blank, the visibly awkward-feeling man, wondering why he hadn't seen him before...

OOC: Hey, an official welcome to Blank, welcome welcome. Definitely great to have you, really hope you plan to be around for a while! And about being unused to the battle/quest system, this is everyone's first big Event, so a lot of things are experimentory (for lack of a real word) here (e.g. a quest made by Master Goron [aka MG, Grenada] would be quite different than the system that, say, Sheng Long [aka Dylan] might conjure up. By the way--"he cursed that giant boulder under his breath"--touche, touche. XD Ok, that's my "hellohello" speech for now. (And same welcome to you, Dogura ;D).

PS. Oh, Sheng Long--Arco's in his twenties, in case you've still got the "Korind" image frozen in your mind (in many ways, I do too XD). Also, is "newcomer" (in your post) referring to him?

Mirthful laughter comes drifting down the snowy slope. Innocent giggles drift over fallen leaves. A whoosh of sliding silks and snow sounds as the figures of The Lovers come sliding around the corner. They tumble to a stop avoiding crashing into any of the others at the base of the hill. Spring to their feet they dance madly in the snow to a music of their own composure that only they share. At the transition from snow to leaves they embrace heavily and fall into a crunching pile of decaying leaves. Truly delightful, the whisper drifts upon the leaves. The woman sits abruptly drawing air deeply through her nose.
I smell the Wolf drifting, drifting like snow and flying leaves. But not so cold and dead but with the heat of blood and zealotry of belief! Standing she pulls the man up by the waist, and turning eyes to meet Sheng Long. Long have I missed your scent. Long have eyes wished again to see you again. Perhaps you were near the stars or east of the sun and west of the moon! For far have we traveled and have not felt you near.
Rushing forward the woman embraces Sheng Long and plants a warm rose tasting kiss upon his lips; the man encircles both with crushing arms. They break apart with smiles and a rush of silks and satin.
Have you come in search of that man you spoke of? Eyes find others in the cave and widen in surprise. And you have brought friends! Delightful! There should be a blanket for a picnic; we have brought honeyed nuts and spiced cider from our masquerade party. Perhaps you would join us?

OCC: Haha! I’ve found it! If there is still room, I would love to join. Thank you Julian for pointing this out. Hoy to all! Sorry Sheng for the bit of goding but I was hoping to get the whole thing out before I miss anything new.

Alpha comes out of his deliberation upon feeling someone watching him. 'Who...oh!' A smile flashes across his face for a brief second as his eyes fall upon Arco. He realizes that he must have been deep in thought for quite some time, and quickly scans the room again. Despite the fact that the seasons still haven't changed (OOC: it's supposed to be spring, now, though MG needs to say that before it's official), it seems a bit...warmer to Alpha. Or maybe the word is 'stuffy'. He sees that man, Blank, has returned. Azador has appeared as well, from who-knows-where. Three other people, a samarai-like man and a man and woman who seem to know Sheng also have joined the now quite large group. 'This is getting out of hand...' Alpha sighs, assuring himself that the bigger the group the better.

He shakes these thoughts away and approaches Arco. "Arco! It's very good to see you again; it's been some time. How has everything been going for you?"

Arco turns back as the hooded Sheikah says his name. The Bard observes Alpha's response to the sudden influx of party members, and (lucky try) manages to succeed in mirroring Alpha's smile before responding:

"Alpha," he says, and then coughs, and tries a second time to achieve the more natural, exuberant sound common to friends seeing each other for the first time in a while. "Alpha! Yes, it has been..."--his lips move as he tries to count months--"A long time. I am doing well, um, though."

A pause. "Yourself," he adds, sticking the word on in the same way that someone might toss a single raisin into a bowl of dough. Nevertheless, something tells you that that was meant as a question.

OOC: well the gang apears to be all here... Now if only we could get a GM. Master Goron, I suggest we move this back to the system we used for my quest. IE, people posting RP when ever they like and responding to the GM's requests for rolls (are we still calling out "whatever" check and people must respond in kind with RP for bonus to die rolls?) within 24 hours. This might make this move faster and bring people back more steadily. Thoughts? In other news, Yes that "newcomer" was directed at Acro; and he may be in his twenties but you still write him like a child and I will probobly still respond to him as such.

IC: Before he can hear Acro's response he is swept up into the arms of The Lovers. A moment of tension, passes through him making muscles quiver and tendons snap taught. As this passes Sheng Long tries to disengage from Their embrace, but trapped, simply responds in kind, and when finnished, stammering:

Yes, it is good to see you both again. I have been searching for...some time now but I have not encountered you since we met before. Glancing over his shoulder at the door way he says I think maybe we should see if we can aid them in their understanding of that writing...

OOC: MG, can we get a...erm...check on the door....

OOC: I agree with Dylan. We need some way to get this moving again, even if it is at a slower pace then the first two days of the dungeon.

IC:
Alpha pauses for a moment. The last time he'd seen Arco was the battle with the Hakiems, and since then not much had been happening. Over the past few weeks, he'd had something that he had not known for years: free time. It was the most enjoyable experience he'd ever had...he'd spent seventeen years running. Running from Zaboorak from the time he was seven until he was seventeen...running from Him from age eighteen to twenty-two...and the past two years running around the globe searching for Master Zaris, to see if he could help him with the scar He had given him. Now he had obtained a month where he could just wonder around the world, unafraid of pursuers, finally able to get to know people without the fear of his enemies killing them just because they were some of his acquaintances. He was already defeated, so His minions wouldn't be searching for Alpha. And if the Hakiems attacked again, Master Zaris would be there instantly to help.

Finally, he nods his head in a satisfied manner. "It's been peaceful."

*Crunch Crunch* No nuts then? Or Cider?
Turing about offering the rest of the party, Anyone else? holding forth golden nuts in a small lether bag. There is also spiced cider. Smiles of sweetness on faces of kindness lift out to all the party.

…

Soft silk through growing grass (OCC I was it was turning to spring… correct me if that hasn’t happened yet) rosebud lips drift close with the smell of nuts and honey. Have you divined the meaning of stone gentle mage?

'What did she just call me!?' The zora's eyes widen in shock as he hears those beautiful words escape the lips of the woman. He nods his head in disapproval and mutters something under his breath.

"No...umm...I haven't deciphered it..at least, not yet. Now please, I'm busy trying to figure this out." He spits out, rushed in the kind of sense that he feels very uncomfortable and slightly peeved at the fact that the woman called him a gentle mage.

Without further interuption, he continues to dig his finger tips into the grime of the stone, sweat glazing off his brow in concentration but the lingering thought of those kind words echoing throughout the hollow caverns of his mind as if tempting him to strike back in anger and...confusion.

Victor shook his head at Julian's attitude. His didn't seem to be in the best of moods at the moment. First snapping at him, which he could understand, but then acting so apprehensive towards this lovely couple? Well, someone was throwing a hissy fit.

Taking a break from trying to decode the ancient text, Victor turned to the man and woman, a warm smile on his face.

"I'll have some cider, if you don't mind. I believe we haven't met before. My name is Victor; I am a bard."

After bowing slightly, Victor pointed a thumb in Julian's direction, too busy with the inscription to notice.

"Don't mind him. He's not exactly the happiest of sorts. I, however, find great fun in the deciphering of this language. A good puzzle never hurt anyone."

Blank stands up from his passive sitting position and walks towards Arco. Feeling it would be rude to not introduce himself to the man, he bows sloppily and speaks.

Good day, Arco. I am Blank, a nomad from Calatia. It appears as if you are acquainted with several of these adventurers. I'm glad a person such as yourself could join in this event. You Sheikah are such a mysterious bunch. I'm both surprised and proud to be travelling with three.

Blank walks slowly towards Julian, careful not to disturb him from his puzzlement. Standing next to the Scholar, he eyes the stone wall curiously, wishing he could read whatever language it was.

So, "gentle mage," any luck? Have you figured out what language it's written in?

OOC : I read Arco's entrance post wrong and had believed he was a Goron XD. My bad.

OOC:Now your just pushing it Blank. Heh, heh. Oh and Arco...he's a Hylian, not a goron.

Julian, blatantly ignoring the newcomer and his mocking words, huffs loudly and continues to stare deeply at the stone. The sweat dripping from his brow leaves him constantly swiping his hand over his head. He can feel that Hylian hovering over him like an annoying knat that just won't die. Each second feels like an eternity as he is faced with a brain numming riddle and is coupled with a Hylian that just won't go away! The mage, certainly not gentle, pushes the Hylian aside and with a smile dipped in malice he replies:

"Nope, not yet,...$#%&*"

He turns again, his eyes locked with the door. His anger not at all satisfied with the light push he gave the man and the door doesn't help him sustain his anger but still, he continues to rack his brain, his only goal is to decipher the riddle etched into stone.