Hyrule Adventures 2

Narration: A large greenhouse stands amidst the temples and townhouses of Ruto Square. It rises from the ground in a perfect dome catching the dying rays of the sun and spreading them around the square in a patchwork quilt of bright abstract shapes edged in heavy shadows. It is attached to the house of one Don Marquis, a noble brownstone with red clay tiled roofs and a pleasant courtyard. From outside the greenhouse you can see various blooms and ferns totally unknown to you. They burn in a peacock arrangement of colors to spoil the most jaded artist. Two guards lean at drowsing “attention” on either side of the gate that marks the border of Marquis’ grounds. A sign hangs from the lintel of the gate; it reads:

“Assistant Biologists needed. Must have desire for knowlege, a good streak of courage, and a burning thirst for adventure. Room, board, and healing potions provided. Inquire within.”

OOC: this is a Zarthustrian adventure thread. Please, only those with Zarathustrain characters post here. Thank you kindly, your loving Prophet of the Overman.

'. . . have claws, or are our teeth considered the dangerous part of our forms? The claws are certainly the most visible danger, but fangs and firebreathing should be what makes them classify us Dinolfos as 'beasts'. But have Hylians considered what they would look like if they never cut their nails? I seriously doubt that . . .'

After a great deal of travel to the dwellings of men that lie northward, Taarvan's mind still focuses on the one peculiarity of what makes people classify his people as creatures to be feared - 'certainly, a few rebels from our kind through in their lot with Ganon centuries ago, but since then it has been mostly our stupid cousins, the Lizalfos.' - and he has made little headway by the time he reaches Ruto Town. Still, even deep in thought, he is aware enough to spot the interesting structure on the opposite side of the street from where he walks.

The large greenhouse catches his attention primarily due to what the prophet had spoken of way back at the North Castle:

Zarathustra wrote:Through the windows of your eyes you shall see the green strength of Farore’s love . . . in the temple of light and life . . .

'A temple of light and life . . . green strength . . . windows . . . very nicely put, prophet. I wonder if this is indeed the answer to your little riddle . . .' He grins a toothy smile as he wonders how people would react to a 'beast' figuring this puzzle out.

Approaching the area, his senses indicate a now more familiar scent is present: that of the Stalfos from earlier. Another 'beast' with the intelligence to locate the correct place, it seems. His eyes cast their glance throughout the area before locating the skeletal being's attempt at hiding behind a rock. True, without his enhanced senses, Taarvan would have dismissed his form as a mere shadow, but that is hardly relevant. Turning away from the being - Issac, if memory serves the Nkidrazil - he carefully reads over the sign.

'A desire for knowledge . . . now that is something I have no doubts about possessing!' Taarvan genuinely smiles at this proposal - he is most assuredly a seeker of wisdom and knowledge above power and courage, and so he does not hesitate to walk straight towards the entrance so that he may indeed apply for this job . . . okay, he does hesitate slightly in order to draw his cloak tighter around his scaly form. After all, these people would likely consider him a beast, no matter how illogical that assumption is.

OOC: I have not died or anything, I'm waiting for some of our other players to join us. please feel free to talk amongst yourselves, good RP will net you more Karma with which to build your characters. What is Karma you ask? In time you will know more...

Michael, who was very tired, wondered up to the house. He thought in his head Is this possibly the answer to the riddle. A voice inside his head, the voice of the Great Fairy of Choas, or possibly the Angle of Death, replied why should it matter, you should be killing guards and knights. He thought back Shut up.

He knew that the Angle was right. He should be getting his vengence, but he could not resist adventure. He, also, did not where to go to find more guards, he couldn't go killing them in the streets or at the castle so as of now he need adventure.

"Hey, Lizaflos(I want you to correct me, Michael isn't exactly a genius), and cloaked man(I figured I could not tell you to be a Staflos by the cloak). How are you doing today?"

As the large reptile entered the town, his small travelling companion came silently after him. No words had passed between the two since they left Castle Town, but Kelari had observed the intense expressions the lizard cast across their path. He was obviously deep in thought, and Kelari had nothing of import to say. As they walked into the town of Ruto, Kelari followed more closely behind Taarvan. In front of them stood a beautiful home, and, judging by the lizard's expression, it must have been very important. Kelari was slightly surprised as the Stalfos emerged from the shadows, and he cast a distrustful eye towards the human who had just called out to Taarvan and the Stalfos. Kelari sensed some dark evil in the man, but he kept walking, following Taarvan towards that majestic house ahead. He silently wondered why such a place needed 'courageous biologists'...

Michael replied,"How and who are you?" pointing at Kelari and the lizard.

Kelari again cast his eyes upon the man. He acted very friendly, if not rather arrogant, but Kelari could feel some sort of darkness issuing forth from deep inside him. Still, Kelari decided to speak, saying, "I'm Kelari...and I'm fine, thanks... He's Taarvan..." Kelari said as he motioned to his companion. "How are you?" Kelari peered at the man with his large, brown eyes...

"I am fine," he replied. "Nice to meet you," the fact he said he was fine was a lie. He had been stuggling with the seal of the Angle of Death for quite some time. He was also itching to kill more guards. I better stop, he thought, just incase this guy is a mind reader.

Kelari, still gazing at this man, replied "You look tired...are you all right? The man seemed to be a contradiction, at least physically. His body looked very worn out and very tired, not to mention rather dirty. However, the man's face seemed happy and full of life. Kelari himself was tired, but he started feeling a pickup in his energy. He thought, "Good or evil, at least he's happy..."

"Yes, just fantastic," he informed with a grin. If he only knew the enternity of suffering I've been through, he thought, At least he cares, mabye I can trust him to know the half of me that is human for now. "Well, what is the story, behind you creatures, if you wish to tell me of course," he said.

"I'm just going from place to place. The prophet in Castle Town caught my attention, so I came here with Taarvan. I'm looking for...nevermind..." Kelari again felt a small surge of the darkness in this man, and he remembered the similar darkness that had long ago cast him from his home and forced him to wander this land of men. He decided to try to turn the conversation. "Did you also hear the prophet?"

"Yes, although, as I am only 16, I didn't understand it that much," he pointed out, the Angle of Death understood everyword of this, however. "Is this the place he spoke of?" he asked. He could feel the Angle of Death urging him to let him free.

Kelari was frightened by the evil he felt coming from that kind man... Still he managed to reply without stuttering, "Maybe. Taarvan seemed interested when we came near it. It seems possible that this could be it..." Kelari then turned and asked the man, "So, what do people call you?" Kelari looked at the man before him. As he sat, listening, he took his medallion and clasped it tightly in his hand. He then looked at the man with new eyes. The strange inner evil was still noticeable, but Kelari had staved off the fear by recalling his ancient oath. He now listened as the man began to speak...