Fall of Hyrule Herobuilder: Episode 1 Crusade - Part 2

Tuvuma continues to lead the siege as the battle progresses. Much to her surprise, a fire wizard assaulted her forces and a group of Hylians attempt to push up the mountain and attack her forces. She desperately fought to maintain order as Gerudo were savagely burned to ashes, as the Goron blocked their arrows and threw rocks and boulders back at them, leading Hylian forces up the hill. After narrowly beating back the wizard at cost.
+Lightly Wounded (Slight Burns)

The wizard repulsed, she herself does something about the goron. Taking a racksack and some bombs she runs down the montain and gives some to several gerudo right in front of the Goron. Just as it is mere feet away she and her comrades stand up and lob the bombs at the Goron. The Goron is thrown back and rolls down the hill.

That's when she gets a brilliant idea. She roars a command to other Gerudo, who begin dispersing bombs to each other. When all is set, they light the bombs behind great stones and boulders. Huge stones and clouds of dust descended on the Hylian's, breaking apart their defensive formations and scattering them. The dust and smoke from the fire wizard also gave the Gerudo the cover they needed from enemy archers to mount an attack.

Under the cover of smoke and dust, Gerudo warriors rush down hill in a counter attack, ready to slaughter the Hylians.

>Tuvuma herself has the option of joining the charge, or maintaining her mountain top command position.

Pax continues to help his commander, both of them continuing to organize the frantic construction of trenches, earth banks, and generally keeping as many men alive as possible. Its working well, the abundance of shields from the dead and the soft sand (and ocassionally, the dead themselves) piling up a defense that does offer more and more cover to men. The sun sets to dusk as night begins to fall.

A fire wizard attacks the Gerudo positions on the mountain, much to the cheers and boosted spirits of the men. Chaos, however, follows as a group of men and some commanders break off to mount a counter attack. The force is polarized, some insisting that staying is the coures of action and a charge is suicide, others that the time was now to use the opening by the fire wizard. The Hyilans hide behind the cover of a large Goron who blocks arrows for them.

Just as it seems like they're about to reach the top of the hill there's a blast and the Goron is sent rolling back down the hill. Arrows then fall upon the hylians furiously, it looks to be a horrific slaughter! More explosions soon follow that. Boulders roll down the hill, crashing into the defenses and formations of defending Hylians, smashing some to pace or sending them flying, earth banks being undone, and a mess is made. Dust and smoke soon billow down the mountain, covering it, as the arrows stop firing from both sides.

Cries and alarms, a Gerudo charge is expected by some commanders. Now while the men are scattered and hurt and the arrows have ceased would be the perfect time. The dust blocks Pax vision from his captain as well as the rest of his men, the smoke suffocating. All pax can hear the chaos of men and cries of an incoming fight.

+5/6 Average Tactics (Must be learned in combat)
+5/6 Average Command (Must be learned in combat)

1-2. Leaving her charge behind, Silea decides to join the Prince's own personal guard, his elite group of fighters whom he, rather than act a spoiled boy in the saftey of his palace, takes the fight directly and personally to the enemy.

Already news of the recent theft of the Hylian supplies reach the fortress boosting the spirits of the warriors.

Silea is already known well among her sisters and is let into the palace courtyard. The Prince and his raiding party have yet to return, so the warriors he left behind can do little else but train. Silea does so against her sisters. Her speed is impressive indeed, allowing her to best many other able bodied warriors. However, she is still bested herself by the more skilled Gerudo warriors who know how to handle a foe that is merely fastr or stronger through superior swordplay. Thus, Silea still has more to learn and the other warriors are keen on teaching it. Gerudo training can often be as harsh and unforgiving as actual combat, so Silea's body does start to bear some bruises and a some scars. But with the enemy at the gates, skill is worth more than beauty.
>+3/6 Good Swordsman
>+Very Lightly Wounded

In time, the Prince does return, on a wagon filled with provisions and supplies (with more expected by river), to many cheers and shouts of the Gerudo people. The Prince nods acknowleding them, but all can see on his face his mind is busy thinking about the defense of the land.

Silea is proud when the Prince personally greets her and several other Gerudo to his own personal guard. She and other new recruits then swear their life and loyalty to him, to die for him if need be, and to protect the Gerudo people so long as they live.

He then goes to say to Silea that he remembers her and her speed, and is glad to have her. The Prince is already planning a new mission. Not one against the Hylians held at bridge but of equal importance. And he needs a good swordsman.

But then he also says this “I also need someone able to read ancient Hylian. Silea, I have heard it you 'claimed' a man in your house. A hylian male, who is a gifted reader and scholar. Is this true? I have need of such a person.”

Mutiny! Chaos on the pirate ship as it floats down the river. Harsh words and firebrand tongues fling insults at one another. Hatred begets hatred, dividing the Gerudo into polarized groups. Half the Gerudo agree with Noboru and want to slay the Hylians, the other half side with Captain Blackheart as the Prince DID specifically hire and charge him with the naval operation as part of the raid.

Captain Blackheart's last comment about 'Civilizing' the Gerudo sparks the powder keg, as did Noburu's challenge.

No one is sure who threw the first blow. It could very much have been a Gerudo as it was a pirate charging at them in fear. But a massive brawl erupts on the deck of the Charlitne. Gerudo fight Gerudo, men fight men, unable to tell who is friend and who is foe. Hylians are free'd from their bonds, some immediately jump ship, while others pick up clubs and wood to fight with, still others watch. Some try to stop the violence, others simply add to it. The only clear thing is the duel that erupts in the center of the ship, between Captain Blackheart and Noboru. Her strength and endurance against his skill and experience, and the battle is evenly matched.

As the disordered fight rages on all around, one of the Hylians prisoners fights with a flaming torch and club. Facing down an angry gerudo, he lobs it at her only for her to duck and miss. The flamng torch rolls around the deck. The Gerudo who see's it then realizes something and makes a lunge, but too late! It falls down the stairs leading into the ships hull, and in a bit smoke starts to come up along with the smell of burning rum.

The fight is killed there. The raccous noise is replaced by silence. In moments, a shout and a curse comes from the gerudo pointing to the Hylian.

“YOU FOOL! YOU'VE KILLED US ALL!”

“The bombs!”

“A-abandon ship!”

“Run!”

Gerudo, Pirate, and Hylian scatter, leaping from the deck of the Charlitne and into the river. Blackheart see's the fire start to rise from within his ship. He's only able to take the very first step to react, before Noboru's body is thrown at him by the blast. Then darkness.

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>Captain Blackheart and Noboru, roll 1d100 for the outcome of the blast as you both float down river and wait before posting your turns. Alternatively, you may roll a single action this to boost your health outcome or attempt to rescue some supplies/people as you swim down the river as your current turn.

At first, the Hylian seemingly refuses this ploy too. Even as you travel up along the lake side following him. It's like he knows where he's going a little too well.

The Hylian leads Zwilli to a nearby farm, where he tells her to be quiet and wait. Zwilli is suspicious, how can he prove he won't just call the town guard on her. He retorts that if he wanted to make her a prisoner and turn her in he wouldn't have left her untied or left her weapons on her person. If he tries to leave the house, she'll know.

The Hylian approaches the house and knocks inside. The door opens, and an hunched elderly woman with a cane steps out. She hugs her. He hugs her back and enters inside. Hours pass by, and Zwilli grows bored. She decides to spy on the window. Inside she see's him eating a meal with an elderly man and woman.

It isn't until much later that night that he sneaks out of the house, with several items in hand. Zwilli steps out of the shadows to meet him. He knows what she's going to ask, so she tells her.

“I was a farmer's son when my best friend the local Lord's younger son and I were sent to the academy. My Lord offered to pay my parent's debt and give their own farm if I became an officer in his army and fight by his son. That's why I joined this war. And then my Lord died, and his elder son refuses to keep the deal that was promised. That's why I must go back and earn my pay as an officer.

But I see were this war is going. The prince of Hyrule has become greedy. When Ganon refused to bow and pay him the great tribute as summoned, he doomed his people. Hyrule will march on Gerudo, and when they will, death will follow.

I know who you are too. Your cloak, your knives, the raid; the way you knew to capture and take an officer. You're no hapless Gerudo, you're a thief or a spy. You know how to hide from an army and take what you need to live. Your the kind of person I'm trained to stop. Simple villagers will not catch you.

This is what I'm giving you. No more.”
+Map of Hyrule
+2 Servings of Healtful Elixir (legends say a good meal cooked by a loving mother, bandages, and a comfy resting place can heal any wound!)
+Tent Roll

“Follow the lake until you see the first road, then head north. The map will let you avoid the major towns and guide you to a ferry run by outsiders with no afiliation to Hyrule who can take you across the river. Then just head through the mountains and you'll reach the Gerudo Valley.

I'm heading to town in the morning. I don't know who you are or why you fight, but if you can, stay out of this war. Get out while you can and find a life anywhere else. I hope to the gods, we don't meet again in this war.”

---
>Kill him now! He might still be lying and the map could be a trap!
>Tackle him and tie him up. You have the map, but you still need a prisoner to take to the Prince.
>Sneak and follow him into town in the morning. Just to watch make sure he's not going to call a patrols on you or something
>Head off and follow the map
>Pay a surprise visit to his parents. Gods know why on earth you would want to do that.
>Other?

1. Ash starts making drawings on the Gerudo fashion, and goes into great depth. A bit too much depth actually. He starts off drawing Gerudo warriors in armor, then in every day garments. But he also draws Silea in some very revealing fashion too. Perhaps he really shouldn't have gone through her stuff.
+1 Entry – Gerudo Fashion
+Stolen Gerudo Garments (under and over)
2. As Ash draws, suddenly the book is lifted up from his lap. He looks up to see two Gerudo women staring down at him.
“What do we have here, Tusuma.”
“A Hylian spy perhaps?”
“No. It's that welp that clings to Silea like a parasite.”
“Look at this! Do you see how indecently he draws us!”
“Are these her undergarments?”
“I think it's time we taught him a lesson.”
“Won't Silea be mad we beat up her claim?”
“No, she won't. He won't tell her because she'll find out what he's been up to.”
Before Ash can do anything the two gerudo rip out several pages from his book and drag him into an alley and savagely kick and beat him. They leave him hurt and spit on him, tossng the torn pages of his book at him. “fucking Hylian scum.”
+Lightly Wounded

Nas tries to paint! Already he heads off to go paint it, when he suddenly gets distracted by a scene before him.

He watches as four prisoners are surrounded by a rough and brutish mob of soldiers. Gerudo captives caught and tied up. From their shouts and from the scene of Hylian men pulling off their armor before them, it's very obvious what is about to happen.

In particular, the face and body of one catches his attention. And the eyes. She stares directly at him, and the gaze from her eyes burns itself into his memory.

Later that day, overcome by it, he paints it by memory.

His painting, is the most accurate depiction of the fate of Gerudo prisoners. About to be brutalized by an obscene mob, and yet their faces display the emotions of pride and sorrow, anger and sadness, putting the Gerudo in the light as the victims of Hylian aggression. Some might say, it is an accurate image of what will befall the Gerudo as a whole. This is a dangerous painting! Better not let anyone see it!
+1 Painting – Fate of the Gerudo

Meilouru uses the dust on the officer, who listens to her.
“What? Are you serious? Why the fuck are you telling this to me now. You should have said this hours ago! Gods damit. Alright, we'll organize a search party.

Now are you going to join in, there's other men waiting in line? No? Then get the fuck out of my sight.”

Meilouru manages to slip away from the scene just in time, avoiding revealing herself. Just barely. She wonders if that officer will even remember what she said. Especially since that ship would have long sailed far away by now, taking with it the food.

POST

Rolled 88, 92 = 180 (2d100)

-Name: Dorbunga
-Faction: Goron, in employ by Hylian
-Race: Goron
-Fluff: A powerful Goron hailing from Mt. Death, Dorbunga is a master smith driven by a passion for his work, second only to his desire for rupees. In employ by the Hyrule forces, he is responsible for assisting in the production their armors and weapons, while also attempting to push many of his own wares onto the soldiers.

-Inventory:
+Anvil
+Hammer
+Great Steel Armored Box
+Large Supply of Wood
+Large Supply of Iron Ore
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Long-sword
+Good Iron Longsword
+Tons of Dropped Weapons
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Hammer
-Skills:
+Good Blacksmithing (Great 1/4)
+Weak Speechcraft
+Weak Longhammer
+Great Strength
+Average Hot Roller
+Average Dual Longswordsman
-Bonus:
+[Greed in the Stones] You are a Goron, skilled in the art of blacksmithing, and so are more likely to make fine forged items. A body of stone your strength is strong! and can easily resist most normal forms of harm. However, you must beware of things that can smash and break like pickaxes, sledgehammers or bombs.
-Status: Lightly Wounded

1,2. As if bombs could stop a mighty goron! A little bit shaken up maybe, but I'm fine nonetheless. The smoke does nothing but provide me cover, though, those Gerudo fools have given me a perfect entrance, and since I'm coming from behind the smokescreen, they won't even know what hit them!
+Great Strength
+Average Hot Roller
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Hammer
+Greed in the Stones

Rolled 13, 33 = 46 (2d100)

>>>Name: Lossin Ekolph
>>>Faction: Hyrulian
>>>Race: Hylian
>>>Fluff: Lossin Ekolph is a soldier, descended from a long, long line of soldiers. His father was a member of the Hylian 1st Cavalry Brigade, renowned as being capable of winning a battle alone, and his father was a fabled archer, having at one point gotten a kill with every arrow in his quiver. His father before him fought and died in a valiant last stand that decided the fate of a war few people even remember, and his father before him... Well, I could go on.
>>>Lossin? Lossin isn't any true hero. Not yet, at least. He's a complete greenhorn, still jumpy and inelegant in his armor and with his sword. But his bloodline is well known, and it's undoubted that he's going to be forced to prove himself a worthy heir fast... or die.
>>>Inventory:
>>>Average Man at Arms Medium Armor
>>>Average Man at Arms Thick Shield
>>>Average Steel Arming Sword
>>>Good Hyrulian Mythril Lance
>>>Skills:
>>>Weak Lancer Cameraderie (2/4 Average Lancer Cameraderie)
>>>Average Lancer (2/4 Good Lancer)
>>>Average Sword'n'Board (2/4 Good Sword'n'Board)
>>>Good Horse Riding (2/4 Great Horse Riding)
>>>Bonus: [Knight in training] Since a youth you have been trained and this battle will do nothing but train you further. Beware though, as on foot or on horse, your name will also carry you into the worst parts of any battle. Suicide missions are highly likely in your future

1-2: ...Hells. Okay, might not be able to see them but I know th' rest of the brigade is still here. What I also know is that 'm gonna have a hell of a time lifting this shield with so many damnedable arrows in it, so... Lets fix that.

(Use my sword to break the majority of the arrows off, and then brace for battle!)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

rolling

By stroke of luck, Noboru evades much harm. Several gerudo behind her took most of the shrapnel. Her own well built body withstood the rest.
>You are still lightly wounded
>You are floating down river

Rolled 44 (1d100)

"Men, LETS US TAKE SOME GERUDO WITH US TO THE GATES OF HELL!"

And with that, he picks up his greatsword and charges towards the gerudo scum, content in bringing honor to the dead

Rolled 22, 76 = 98 (2d100)

Name: Virini Alsov
Faction: Hyrulian
Race: Hyrulian
Fluff: Virini is a merchant from a long line of merchants, and as any good merchant Virini is out to make money. As such Virini has found his place in this war, selling weapons and other necessary supplies to the army! Doing his civil duty and making a prophet.
Inventory:
Supply Caravan Wagon (empty)
Horse
Armored Treasure Box
Fancy Merchant Clothing
+220 Green Rupee's
+7 Red Rupees
+3 Orange Rupee's
+5 Silver Rupee's
+2000 Rupee's [Royal Stamped Loan Document]
+Brown Leather Explorer's Hat
+Leather Explorer's Jacket
+Explorer's Satchel
+Great Rope Grappling Hook
Contacts/followers:
Hyrulian food supply contact
+Band of Armored "Knights"
Skills:
Average Speechcraft
Good Merchanter
Weak Cooking (Average at 1/4)
[Bonus - An eye for value. The Alsov family is well known for their knack of finding things of value in the most peculiar of places, as well as faking values of things, and have been known as both intrepid adventurers exploring for hidden treasures, cuthroat snake-tongues who would rob a man of house and home given the chance, as well as infamous looters and thieves. Many a piece of junk has been sold for an exuberant price, while priceless items have been bought by them for pennies. People are normally weary of you, but at the same time, the logistics officers of the Hyrule army are glad to have the option of added supplies. You are more likely to find valuable things in containers, as well as be offered options for additional wealth
Condition: Lightly wounded (healing)

1. Have the knights watch my back as I open the box. Also watch the box in case something tries to kill me when I open it.
+eye for value.
2. If I'm not dead or under attack after opening the box deliberate with the knights about which direction this artifact they are looking for is. First guess would be to look into the fire place, but be ready to leave in case we can't stand the heat. We arn't gorons after all.

"Sir? Are you suggesting we enter that particular door?"I believe we have to pick one and only door."
"What? Why can't we look at the other doors? Can't we just take a peak."
"Because you can't just open a door you have to enter it."
"But why?"
"That's what is says."
"No it doesn't."
"Look. Can't we just come back out if it isn't nice then?"
"These doors tend to lock themselves behind you."
"That's rather inconvenient."
"I didn't build it."
"Why would you design a door like this. It's rubbish that's what it is."
--
The Knights themselves are unsure which direction their precious holy cup or something or other is located.

You yourself know indeed that in these sorts of situations, you can only pick one and aren't usually able to back out. Though even you don't know why either...

Rolled 67, 76 = 143 (2d100)

Name: Alweir the Arbiter
Faction: Hylian
Race: Hylian
Fluff: [not as he seems!] {pastebin.com/Mf5TQ8sd}
Full Bio/stats:

----Inventory:----
+Good Fake Wizzrobe Staff
+Good Fake Wizz Robe
+Aged-Weak Mythril Armor
+1 Ice Arrow

----Skills:---
Great Fire Blast (Secretly Fire Breath)
Average Speechcraft
Average Historical Lore
Basic Magic Tongue
+Average Fire Teleport
+3/6 Good Flame Teleport
+2/4 Weak Magical Duelist

---Faction:---
+Weak Wizzrobe Rapport [+Watched by Wizzrobes]
+Weak Prince's Rapport
+Distrust by other Commanders
+Military Commander [Hylian]
Injury: Left Hand (Ice Burn - HEALING)
+Moderately Wounded

[Bonus] A dragon in sheeps clothing - [You are fire resistant]

--Actions-----
1. Alweir heads back to the camp to get his injury treated. Maybe there is some red mixture left in the bottle -- although he doubts it. Alweir dislikes all of this combat, but he doesn't really see another option at this point. It's the only way to get to the items he needs. [Injury Treatment]
2. After some thought and medical attention Alweir decides to draw up a better plan for the army while his arm and hand heal. Hopefully it will be sufficient quality to win over the wizzrobes and generally resolve the current calamity he is in. Periodically he seeks the advice of some of his new subordinates, as he has never led a troop before.

The plan is, in all honesty, the best he can come up with. Alweir appreciates the speed and efficiency of the wizzrobes, and so devises a plan based around them: quick movement with the wizzrobes to throw the enemy off balance, and then hitting the Gerudo with proper army elements while the enemy us off balance. It looks good on paper, admittedly, but all plans do. [Constructing a plan]

"Well then. Would you rather fight robots, whatever those are, suffer through heat possibly unbearable, or go through the area of peace and possibly find nothing?

The Knights start deliberating among themselves, and just as they are about to come to a decision the monk grabs everyone's attention.

"Look! I found something. It's a scroll."

"A scroll. What is on it then, good brother?"

"It is written: 'Only Virini can choose the door'"

"Is that what it really says?"

"Yes. I'm not paraphrasing."

"Well, that's very specific then isn't it? Alright, sir. Which door shall we go?"

Fate is some shit. "Get your weapons ready then, we're going through the robot door."
+eye for value

Name: Firem Goldsen
Faction: Hylian
Race: Hylian
Fluff: A skirmisher originally from Hyrule Castle Town. Abandoned his life and apprenticeship under his father for the adventure of military service.

Inventory:
~Average Hylian Skirmisher Light Armor
~Average Hylian Bow
~Common Arrows
~Common Skirmisher Light Blade
Skills:
+Great Agility
~Average Dexterity
+Good Archer
Bonus: [Look, leap, launch - Firem is a particularly agile and spry individual, talent in these seems to have come naturally for him. Though not particularly swift and dextrous as those who are gifted at melee combat, he is very agile. It's quite easy for him to maintain his balance and recover from falls from tall places, as well as giving him a good advantage when it comes to archery skills]

--Wounded (Left eye torn by arrow; bleeding)

Firem had felt his heart race in a way he never had before. He didn't know if his face showed it, but inside he felt--well, he didn't know what exactly. What was happening around him terrified, the blood and death sickened, the danger tangibly real. But it enlivened him.

Then the sharpshooter's arrow came. Firem screamed as he fell with his back against the palisade, clutched at his face near his left eye, and by slim chance he did not find an arrow. It took him a while to reason what to do.

>1. Firem grabbed his blade and, reaching for any available cloth from another archer or from his own clothes, tried to cut off and tear the clothes to fashion a bandage to tie around his head to cover his left eye, if at least to keep blood out of the other one.

His back to the palisade, he felt the occasional thunk thunk of arrows hitting the wood ever more. Until he didn't. This, he thought, had to be a chance.

>2. Firem scooted along the palisade to the right, keeping his head low, before he chanced peeking above the palisade and scanning for the sharpshooter or, if he could not find them, attacking any target of opportunity, before scooting off to repeat.

Rolled 65, 91 = 156 (2d100)

Dice.

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Rolled 17, 76 = 93 (2d100)

Name: Ash Kuneus
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Hyrulian
Fluff: pastebin.com/396ZbdqV (embed) (embed)

Inventory:
Outdated Book on Gerudo
+Updated Book on Gerudo
1 Entry - Gerudo War Rituals
1 Entry - Gerudo Fashion
Diary
Lots of Paper and Ink
Silea's "Borrowed" Gerudo Garments (under and over)
Skill:
Good Speechcraft
Good Poet
Average Historical Lore
Bonus: [Scholar and a gentleman - Ash has spent much of his life learning to read and write, reading up any of the books that came his way. This has lead him to be open to foreign cultures, giving him a bonus to interacting with them and a general diplomacy boost. Major bonus to learning knowledge type skills from books or scrolls. However you are rather weak in combat]

[Lightly Wounded]

1-2; Ugh... I better get back and clean myself off before mistress or anybody else see's me. I don't want to embarrass her with my unsightliness. Maybe go ahead and clean and organize her house, too, while I'm at it. Hmmm, now that I think about it, the way those women reacted and how mistress acts. What I observe of the gerudo's that pass outside, I think I can make correlations and provide new evidence of Gerudo Culture

Rolled 26, 77 = 103 (2d100)

"What a strange thing to find, a man both honorable and clever. You're right, of course, I am a thief. My pride demands I steal something from you, but you've already made a gift of everythiing I need to get where I'm going. So, give me your name."
>Shake his hand.
>1, 2. Follow the map, cautiously. [Good Sneak, Tensteps Ahead]

Name: Zwilli Tenstep
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Gerudo
Fluff: Convicted thief "encouraged" to enter military service. Not her ideal life, but at least it isn't boring. Rather fond of spiders and rabbits. Prince Ganon's Personal Thief.
Inventory:
Good Gerudo Leather Armor
Good Gerudo Cloak
Common Gerudo Twinblades
Good Bag of Throwing Knives
Rucksack
Hylian Ears x2
+Map of Hyrule
+2 Servings of Healtful Elixir (legends say a good meal cooked by a loving mother, bandages, and a comfy resting place can heal any wound!)
+Tent Roll
Skills:
Average Knifework
-2/4 Good Knifework
Great Sneak
Average Agility
[Bonus] Tensteps ahead - Zwilli is a thief, as such she has a good propensity for running, hiding, and stealing. She is very good at knives as well, the short easy to hide blades suiting her lifestyle well. Alas, she is very much seen as little more than a thief even among her own kinswomen, and would be hard pressed to find any who would trust her.
+Valley Scouted [Good]
+Enemy Intel [Good] (Outdated?)
+Well Fed

Rolled 44 (1d100)

Name: Captain Bragi Blackheart
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Hylian
Fluff: Bragi Blackheart is an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped inside another enigma. Seemingly appearing out the mists one day he has earned a name for himself with a series of reckless raids carried out with a single causality! With his trusty scimitar and pet Octorok “Smelly” he is a true pain in the neck of all those who travel the seas! Recently he has been hired by the Gerudo Prince with the promise of adventure, woman and gold!
Inventory:
Average Pirate Leather Armor
Average Iron Cutlass
Average Wooden Club
3 Hand Bombs
1 Harmless, Pacifist Pet Octorok “Smelly”
3 Barrels of Rum
Skills:
Average Lobbing
Average Swordsman
Good Club Fighting
Crew: Improved Morale
Bonus:
[Bonus - Yar Har Feedle de dee. You are a pirate! A very strange pirate who, including your entire crew, does not believe in killing. This means currently you will cause no direct casualties to the enemy whatsoever. However, your crew are still pirates trained in the art of mass theft and looting, burning, and pillaging. And simply because you cannot kill, does not mean you do not know how to brawl.
----
1. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL THIS GERUDO WHORE! Right after getting my men to safety.

Rolled 20, 40 = 60 (2d100)

Name: Tuvuma One-Thumb
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Gerudo
Fluff: Be old
Inventory:
Average Gerudo Halberd
Tvuma's Old Gerudo Armor
Skills:
+ Average Soldier Cameraderie
+Valley Scouted [Good]
+Enemy Intel [Good]
Good Gerudo Halberd
Good Tactics
2/6:Great Tactics

+Lightly Wounded (Slight Burns)

Bonus: [Wisdom of the Years] The Sand Goddess has blessed you with years of wisdom and battle experience. You are no novice, and although you are past your prime fighting years you have seen fit to command the younger warriors to battle.

---

For a moment, Tuvuma lets out a sigh of relief. A sting ran up her arm as she tapped her wooden thumb on the rock next to her, watching the battle unfold.

The battle was still too close and she had lost sight of the goron and the wizzrobes, perhaps the two biggest threats left.

Shouting from the rocks and dispatching messengers, Tuvuma organized the assault from the high ground. It would be ill advised to lose composure now.

1/2: Continue to command troops. Plan to deal with goron and wizzrobes. [Good Tactics] - or should that be great tactics yet?

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Hmm,you're right. I thought I put that in the update.
4/6 Great Tactics

Rolled 71, 52 = 123 (2d100)

Name: Bob
Faction: Hyrulian
Race: Hyrulian
Fluff:
A potterer's life
Inventory:
+Bag of Holding Clay
+Weak Magic Clay Bow
+3 Weak Magic Pot Arrows

+Common Levy Armor
+Common Levy Spear
+Common Levy Shortsword
+Common Quill
+Common Arrows
+Rucksack
Skills:
+Weak Archery
+Good Potter
Other:
+ Well Fed
[Bonus] Bob the Potter, and the Smashing Blow - A lifetime of pottery and sculpting, as well as lifting heavy pots and sculptures, gives Bob very strong arms. However more importantly, he has a very strong sense of hearing, able to pinpoint exactly where and when someone breaks a vase, the type of vase, and what was probably inside that vase from many yards away.

1-2. Slowly bleeding out was not in his interest at all. Bob would have to find some stuff to stitch himself up with.
>+Really wounded [Clay Shrapnel]

Name: Nas
Faction: CHOOSE: Hyrulian
Race: CHOOSE: Hyrulian
Fluff: You are Nas, orphan turned painter, having risen up from your previous status. Through determination you have finessed your art, learning it well. Of late your luck has only increased two fold when the very Prince of Hyrule himself hired /you/ to be his personal painter.
Inventory:
+1 Painting – Fate of the Gerudo
+1 Memorable/Accurate painting of the Camp
Canvas
Paint & Paint Brush
Skills:
Average Improved Visual Memory
Great Painter
Bonus: [Artist - You are an artist by heart and trade, ready to put into solid form visions and scenes. Especially painting. What great deeds from this war will you make eternal? You gain a MAJOR bonus to actions that use an appropriate image as per GM OR anything drawn well]>>

Stats.

Nas sits alone in his personal tent, staring at the piece he has just created. He cannot help but mutter to himself. “What have I gotten myself into”. He just wanted to paint the excitement and action of a war, but, this.
Nas looks at the painting again.
This is far too real. The anguish, the sorrow, the rage, the evil. It is all present here and now. Nas for a moment, considers leaving and returning home, but immediately discards that notion. The Prince would never allow it. No, he’s stuck here painting not just the prince, but history, into something they are not.
Nas again looks to his newest painting and cannot help but sigh.
he is stuck here, for better or worse until the war is over. If that is so, then he must simply do as he can so what happens during the war shall not be forgotten.

Rolled 38, 17 = 55 (2d100)

1-2. Nas hides his newest painting in his room, for he cannot bear to dispose of it. Next, he will get to work on the Prince’s commission, only now, there will be a few edits. The Gerudo raid scene in the beginning will show the raiders wearing different uniforms from the Gerudo in the latter part of the picture. Showing, to those who examine the picture closely enough, the different affiliation between the Raiders and the Gerudo defending their homeland.

The Scene where the prince is supposed to have felt the great determination to protect his people and defend against the Gerudo threat will largely remain the same, but the princes face will have subtle differences that, while showing a powerful visage, also show an undertone of arrogance and cruelty.

The scene where the prince rallies the troops and his people to victory will have the changes of small, yet detailed people in the background. These people will have dissatisfied expressions, yet the work is so fine and small that it would require either sagely perception, or a magnifying glass to see the underlying dissatisfaction of the people. The soldiers, while full of determination, will also showcase one out of every five of the soldiers with the hints of a cruel and eager expression, these soldiers will be modeled after he ones he witnessed committing the brutality.

The final climactic scene will remain largely the same as well. The differences being that the Gerudo will be made to look less savage and more determined to defend themselves from invasion, and again, the uniforms they wear will look noticeably different from the Gerudo raiders in the first scene. The prince will still be the center of attention, filled with determination, power, and an underlying hint of utter arrogance.

+Average Improved Visual Memory
+Great Painter
+Bonus

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Name: Lord Janus Amberlain
Faction: Hyrulian
Race: Hylian
Fluff: To say Lord Amberlain is a hard man would be an understatement. The Amberlain estates border on the edge of civilization with nought but dark forests and monsters by it’s side. The Amberlain family has served the Hylian kings for as long as can be remembered as faithful guards against the monsters that stalk the forests and lurk in the darkness of caves. Janus has taken this duty to a new level ranging out into the wilderness culling the monsters before they can threaten the kingdom. A stoic humorless man he is often said to have “a fist of iron and a heart to match” though few would dare say it to his face. When the crusade was called Lord Janus set out from his remote domain with his cadre of loyal troopers to aid his kingdom and the call of his prince, even if he had his own reservations about the the “threat” the Gerudo posed.

Rolled 95, 15 = 110 (2d100)

Name: Siela Firedancer
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Gerudo
Fluff: Siela is a Wardancer, one of the elite warriors of the Gerudo people. One who has turned swordplay into an artform and a dance. In this war she will dance her dance of death and protect her people and her prince.

Inventory:
Gerudo Skirmisher Outfit
Good Gerudo Twinswords [Sharpened]
Bag of liquid fire
Skill:
Good Agility
Great Dexterity
Average Swordsman
Good Dancing
Bonus: [Death is an art - Siela is particularly skilled among the warriors of Gerudo for her swiftness and grace, her speed and dexterity unmatched by any. Many a duelist would be hard pressed to outpace you without superior technique. You are however, not as strong as other warriors and you receive a speed penalty for using any kind of armor. You are also stunningly beautiful, even among your own sisters]
>+3/6 Good Swordsman
>+Very Lightly Wounded

1.2. "It is the truth my Prince, say but the word and we both shall be at your disposal."

Writing update

still writing

Rolled 4, 50 = 54 (2d100)

Name: Meilouru
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Gerudo
Inventory:
Hawkeye Mask
All Night mask
Stolen Hyrulian Guard Armor
Hylian Wench Disguise
Foreigner Outfit
Common Gerudo Shortbow
Common Quill
2 Light Arrows
7 Dried Scoot Fruits
Bag of Magic Powder
3 Empty Glass Bottles
Tent Roll
Skill:
Good Speechcraft
Good Disguise
Good Observation
Average Hylian Lore
Poorly Fed
Bonus: [The eye that believes not what it see's, see's all] - Meilouru suspects everything from everyone, and therefor, is never proven wrong. A lifetime of guarding herself from lies and falsehood's has also in turn, taught her those same tricks. She is more than capable of blending in to foreign armies, but woe befall her should she be caught.

1. Meilouru moves thru the Hyrulian camp, noting points and persons of interest. If possible, she would seek to obtain a Hyrulian bow, quiver and blade (dagger or sword). By now, there must be weapons from the dead that a quartermaster would happily turn over to a soldier that required a replacement after the battle.

2. After her tour through the camp, Meilouru slips out of the Hyrulian encampment and returns to the hill where she hid her Gerudo items. She would seek out a good, concealed camp site within the nearby forest.

[It should be safe for me to remove the All Night mask once I've left the camp, without passing out? If so, use the Hawkeye mask for the search.]

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Got me fuckin' hopes up mate.

Rolled 14, 99 = 113 (2d100)

Rolling

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Sorry folks, update may be delayed again due to school stuff kicking my butt but I will do my best to have one by midday tommorow

You're fugged.

good morning, again, gonna try to update today.

New Players:
Name: Bajoc Elw
Faction: CHOOSE: Hyrulian
Race: CHOOSE: Hyrulian

Fluff: Bajoc, a career imperial administrator, was dispatched by the imperial council to keep an eye on the Kingdom's purse strings. A lifeling tax man, he was exceptional at deciphering numbers and accounts, as well as forging them. He longevity as attributed to his silver tongue, which drove him to the very depths of truths as it did weasel his was out of the stickiest situation.

In truth, Administrator Elw was extremely apprehensive about this assignment. Not for the risk of being near warfare, even though he had only ever held a blade to cut his evening meal. Nor for the ill reception he would undoubtedly receive from the Prince.

No, Bajoc was apprehensive at the opportunity for all of the grift. While he was being sent to try and keep costs to a minimum and report back to the council as to the profitability of this venture, enriching ones self was expected during an expedition.

For two things flow when war comes from Hyrule, Blood and Coin.

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Inventory:
Skills:
Bonus:

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Dorbunga, undaunted by the setback, merely grabs his two blades. As the smoke envelops the field and gerudo attack, he rushes forward again, spinning as he does with his long blades arms extended. The result is devastating to the Gerudo, as he slices them apart. Some Gerudo attempt to bomb him, but either he rolls out of the way, or his swinging sword flings them away from him, even throwing some bombs back at them! Under the smoke and dust, gerudo are felled by his blade. In the end, they stop trying to kill him and just do their best to evade and avoid him, using their better speed to stay away from him.

Through his help, Dorbunga once again, aided in staving away absolute slaughter, displaying himself as one of the Hylian army's most potent ally.
+3/6 Good Hot Roller
+3/6 Good Dual Longswordsman

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Lossin raises his shield and with his sword smashes through the arrows collected upon it, before getting into a battle stance. He can't see shit through this dust. If it weren't for his proper defensive stance, he would have been killed by the first scimitar swipe that now clangs upon his heavy steel shield.

A Gerudo warrior throws savage blow after blow against Lossin, wielding two blades in each arm makes she lunges at him faster than he can gather his senses. Showing no mercy in Lossin's first taste of combat, her sword jabs into a joint beneath his armor drawing flesh and blood painfully. Separated from his allies Lossin fights for his life. And from the look of this warrior, it won't be an easy one.
+Lightly Wounded

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Lancel.

His parents, his village, slaughtered by Gerudo pirates.

He is going to meet his clan again. But not before avenging just a few more. Filled with despair and rage, he and what is left of his comrade flings themself at the enemy.

With reckless abandon he swings his sword shouting and cursing at anything it can bite. His vision fades, just as he senses he's about to fall he jumps at the nearest gerudo impaling her with his sword, even as halberds and scimitars fell him from all sides.

He dies, as his namesake, having “piked” one last gerudo. He takes with him 20 good men, and through this war they took with them 44 Gerudo warriors.
>Lancel has met his end

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The knights follow Virini who valiantly takes the first step into the door of dead robots. The moment the last night enters, the door shuts behind em. Metal bars descend from the ceiling, blocking the door. That's when they notice the torn skeletons hudled against it.

“What did I tell you! Closed right up behind us it did.”

“I still think we should have gone to the fire place.”

“Oh, hush you.”

The group walks on, in quiet, perturbed by the amount of skeletons around in strange garb. Suddenly one of them spots something different.

“What is that”

“It looks like a face. And look a body.”

You find the still, static bodies of strange beings made of stone and metal, still as the skeletons that surround them. Are these the so called “robots”?

“Hey, I think found something.” one of the knights says, and everyone looks where he's pointing at.

It's a corpse. Not like the ancient bones and skeletons, but decrepit flesh. “This one looks different. Like it's been here for a short while eh? Not like the rest of this lot. I'm going to take a closer look.”

The knight walks up to the corpse, it sits right in the center of the hallway crouched over, as though it were taking a nap. The knight gets a few steps closer, and then the corpses eyes turn red.

There's a scream, a scream that chills your bones and freezes your muscles, horrifying to hear as the corpses jaw drops into an impossible and horrific gape, wide enough to swallow a man whole. And it does! Devouring the knight who stains his pants before death.

The corpse then starts lumbering its way slowly, slowly toward the rest of you. From deep within the bowels of the tunnels, far off yet perhaps even more terrifying, you hear more of the same kind of scream.

The Knight's leader finally gains his bearings and yells this:

“RUN AWAY!”

Followed by the rest of his knights.

“RUN AWAAY!”

“RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAY!”

Virini can't be help agree, especially when he turns to see more red eyes appear in the dark behind them. As the Knights run, they almost don't know where /to/ run, until another voice is heard from nowhere.

“Follow me if you want to live.”

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1.
>Alweir's previous battle experience has taught him some new skills!
+Good Flame Teleport
Due to his heroic action against the Gerudo and how impressed the other commanders are at him burning them in swaths, the Commanders have recognized him as an ally, at least for now. They distrust him less, but still keep a close watch. The Prince however, is ecstatic, and sends his own personal physician to Alweir. Alas, without Red Potion, it's going to have to heal the “old fashioned” way.
-Distrust by other Commanders
+Watched by the other Commanders
+2/6 Average Prince's Rapport
+Moderately Wounded (Healing)
2. With some new pulling power and the Prince's decree, Alweir get's to planning with the other commanders. Indeed, although it was generally agree'd that once the bridge was completed an attempt would be made to sally forth and rescue the force, very little was done to plan /how/ this would be carried out. It seems to be a repetitive them for Hylian's to believe their numbers and assets guarantee them any sort of head on engagement through numbers.
This is probably true, but even then at what cost? And so Alweir gets them to sit on the table and make even some modicum of unified strategy, and incorporates the Wizzrobes into it. The Wizzrobes, ever stoic and unfeeling, even give a nod and say that they saw how you fought against the Gerudo and were impressed enough to try what you have planned.
+1/8 Good Speechcraft

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1. Quick thinking and overcoming the shock of it, Firem grits his teeth to bandage his left eye and stem the bleeding. No time to think on pain or fear, when your life is at stake.
+Wounded (Left Eye – Bandaged)
2. In the ensuing fight, dust and smoke poured down from the mountain, blocking the vision of most of the archers. Since neither side was able to tell if they would hit friend or foe, the archers naturally had to stop.
Firem decides he doesn't just want to sit there and be a target again, and an idea comes up in his head. He starts running away from the pallisade.
“Oi! Archer, where are you going?”
“Up the hill! I'm going to get a vantage point.”
“What! Don't be daft, no one can climb that!”
And the officer was right. No one could climb the steep clif face that lead up to the top of a tall ridge. Until Firem. Using the skills he learned and trained with every day, he climbed up the rock, reaching the top and picking out a good vantage point.

Firem always liked heights. He could see for miles from them, and indeed, the moment the smoke would clear, he felt much better at the prospect of finding that sharpshooter.
+Great Vantage Point
+Concealement

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1. One thing for sure, living in the Gerudo as a male was no where near the endless bouts of orgies at the hands of flesh starved horny warrior women as the outdated book procalimed. It was a bit more like. . .living in a predominantly matriarchal society in which foreign men had very few political or social rights. Ash notes this down, as he also cleans Silea's house out of habit.
+1 Entry – Gerudo Women and Men

Silea drops by and tells Ash to pack her things again. This time we ARE going on a trip. Also she asks what the fuck happened to him. Ash, not wanting to reveal he got caught stealing her underwear and drawing her half nude, claims he “fell down the stairs”.

>You have been summoned by Silea to join her on an adventure

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The Hylian takes Zwilli's hand. Suddenly he grips her hand and pulls her close, his other arm wrapped around her hip. His face is inches away from the hers, and she stares into his blue eyes “my name?” Before Zwilli can do anything else, he pulls her close and draws her in a kiss.

The surprised Gerudo is let go, and with a smirk he tells his name: “Tancred.

Thank you Zwilli, I got to steal a kiss from a pretty thief.”

He turns walks away back into the house, leaving behind a red faced Gerudo. . .

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The road as it turns out, isn't very far away from the farm at all. From it Zwilli is able to see a ways off, and spots an inn on the river bank with a ferry on one side. There are some horses and other odd beasts stabled outside, but none of them appear to be Hylian in nature.

The road also branches off to two more places. One road seems to head into an actual Hylian town, presumably the one Tancred mentoined. Another road leads off into a manor on a hill. It looks rather extravagant, with well trimmed hedges and decour on the outside, and walled. Indeed, a very fine looking carriage towed by white horses and driven by a man in fine clothes enters its gates.

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>IRC
>You have asked to transition to another character
Captain Blackheart floats down the river, his mind filled with two things: Rage, at the loss of his ship and the utter disaster this entire affair was, and Care, about the fate of his crew.
He doesn't notice yet that his leg is gone as well, a serious wound, but one which would not kill him. Indeed, he would eventually find use for a wooden spoke from the wheel of his deceased ship.

CHOOSE:
[A Pirate's life fer me] – Captain Blackheart, the infamous pirate, after the horrid affair with the Gerudo and Hylian, decides these sea's are no friend to a true pirate. Taking what remains of his crew, and finding a new ship, sails off east, into the Zora Sea's, his back to Hyrule forever, wind in his sail, to new adventure. His stories would still reach Hyrule, but, as with all pirates tales, he would meet his end. Some say, he was hanged. Others that he fought to the last on his next ship after being surrounded by sailors. His death was, however, confirmed, his loot plundered, and his men in chains. But he established a reputation that would give no small mark annals of history.
[Lost at sea?] – Captain Blackheart. Few knew what became of him or his crew after the Hylian Crusade. Most logically presume he was killed in the blast, any survivors of his crew scattered. But his story, while on Hiatus, has not ended. Not nearly yet. There are more things between heaven and hell than dreamt of in the philosophy of man.
[A fire greater than the spark] – Captain Blackheart's bones ached at the loss of his ship and so many men, and at the bloodshed and carnage he had seen. He sought a momentary relief, in the form of a woman, whom he made his wife. They had a son. Captain Blackheart entered an early retirement, but in doing so, spawned a seed far greater than anything even he could have imagined. Through him, in times to come, the Blackheart name would strike fear, not in the mere sailors or even any sea, but throughout the whole world.

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There is difficulty in this current course of action. The biggest thing is the dust. It covers the view of commanders from both sides, who are unable to properly visualize and assess the situation. All Tuvuma can do is rely on word of runner, the sound of the fight, and the will of the Sand Goddess. Indeed, already one of her predictions was true, the Goron did prove to be a major thorn in the Gerudo's ass. The warriors were instructed to throw bombs and try to kill it with bombs whenever possible, but all she could see was what looked like a whirlind of sand, rock, and sword spinning around and bombs deflecting off it. Realizing the futility she tells the Gerudo to ignore the goron and go for the men who can actually be killed.

The Goron is proving a major obstacle throughout this entire thing. Not only before when it knocked her and a good number of Gerudo off the bridge, nearly lead a charge up the mountain, and now this. What to be done.

One of the Gerudo reports setting a few scratches and marks on its belly, and that its belly seems to be less rocky than the rest of its body. But it spins so fast that archers and javelins can't even spit at it. If only there were a way to subdue it somehow.

Thus far the Slaughter is effective, even with her limited command ability due to circumstance, but whether this momentum is maintained or how long the dust screen lasts Tuvuma watches with great intent. The Gerudo would need to be sure to leave before the dust fully settles, or they might get caught in enemy archer fire.

One thing to note is that her major effort to commanding troops hasn't just helped sharpen her skill, but also her leadership skill and a repetoire among her sisters as a leader.
+1/4 Weak Command
+1/4 Weak Soldier Cameraderie

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Bob has already begun to heal, and there are no more free medical supplies. With little else to do, feels the magic bag of clay is heavy again, and his mind turns to his art, if only to get away from the pain of his wounds.

He bakes a mortar and a pestle, like a doctor would for grinding up herbs for medicines. Perhaps he wishes the camp had some. It's a fine thing, he even tests it out with some grass.

To his great surprise, the color of the grass. . .changes. Into a thick, red powder. He gives it a taste, and spits it out. Ugh it's awful, but it. . .tastes just like Red Potion! By the gods. . .it IS red potion.
+1 Red Potion Powder

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Nas paints his paintings as the Prince stands perfectly still for several hours at a time, interspersed with snacks and refreshments. He makes his sly adjustmenets to the paintings, subtle things, not easily seen, but leaving the clues that he wished to leave behind. In a bold yet subvertive mood, he invites the nobles to dinner in the Prince's tent to unveil the paintings.

He removes the white tarp from it, and there is silence. Neither the prince, nor his nobles, are entirely sure what to make of it. It's clear some of them are thinking on it, perhaps even some of them have a critique on the art, but not one dare say a word.

Finally one noble stands up.

“To Prince Nohan!” he says, lifting up a goblet of wine.

A short while later, the others follow standing up in the toast “To the Prince!”

Prince Nohan, flattered, accepts this as the gathering starts commending Nas on his “capture of the Prince's greet deeds in this noble war.” As the Nobles nod their heads and agree on the merit of the art, showering him with compliments, as the Prince starts taking pride Nas' work. He says he will hang them upon the palace walls when he takes his rightful place as king.

Nas breathes a sign of relief. Saved by that old fabel that no would tell an emperor he has no clothes.

He had better not try that again anytime soon. . .or will he?

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You are Lord Janus Amberlain. You and your kin have defended the northern reaches of Hyrule from things most Hylians don't even dream of in their nightmares. Alone and separated by great distance from the capital, several times your noble line has had to quell the thought of independance and freedom from its taxes. You and your family have remained utterly loyal, and for this reason you now find yourself in a place as strange and different to you and your men as your own home from Hyrule.

The desert burns like a fire by day, but freezes by night, sweapt by sand. You have yet to see it, but where the other lords dream of victory you had some loyal men scout it out and return, and they have spoken it is thus.

It is an unforgiving wilderness, but it is still a widlerness, to be learned, respected, and if these are done, survived.

You bring with you perhaps the most loyal cadre of over a hundred hardened fighters of any lord, grizzled fighters of many winters and many fights against man and beast, each and everyone ready to die for you.

Inventory:
Old Rusted Lord's Armor
Old Rusted Lord's Longsword
Skills:
Perfect Cadre Cameraderie
Average Tactcs
Average Long Swordsman
Bonus: [Man of the Wild] Years of fighting in the harsh and unforgiving wilderness of your lands has taught you to respect nature and her forces, no matter she be cold or hot. You have a bonus to scouting, hunting, and learning how to fight and survive in new lands. This is good, as the harsh deserts of Gerudo are vastly different than the cold of your lands, yet you recognize the lessons to be learned. however other nobles tend to look down on you and your strange ways, seeing you a backwater hick of a lord.

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The Prince notices Silea's bruises, along with those of your sisters in training, and draws from a bag a large number of red potions.
“I want everyone well rested, and at top condition. This is going to be a fight against a foe worse than even the Hylians. Silea, ready your Hylian. We move in the early morn before the sun rises.”
+5 Red Potion

Silea returns home, to prepare again. She finds her claim cleaning house and. . .bruised again. He says he fell down the stairs. . .again.

She has him drink a Red potion and tells him to get some rest.

>You have been healed

In the morning, Silea wakes up Ash and the both of them muster to the courtyard. Even the royal witchmothers Koume and Kotake are there. He leads them through the desert, south, away from the bridge, and before a cave.

There, inside the cave, a great door with ancient runes.

“Ash. Read to me what the door says.”

“Yes my lord. It says, 'To ope-”

“No. Ash. Read it to me in ancient Hylian. I need to hear the words.”

Ash obeys, reading the inscription on the door. The Prince listens intently, and then, from his bag, pulls out a strange green device. It's a curious thing, with several small buttons and a long springy stalk at it's end. He presses something, and then repeats the words himself in ancient Hylian, as the device glows.

Suddenly the door itself begins to glow, and opens. A gust of dust from deep within breathes out, like a ghostly wail, revealing a tunnel that leads into darkness.

The young Gerudo prince calls on Silea and another warrior, who are to take point as the group travels within. Deep inside these ruins, he says, is an ancient power that could help fight the Hyilan horde. But there is also an ancient evil buried. Have your swords ready.

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1.Meiloru is about to head to the armory, when turning a corner she bumps into someone. Her heart freezes, as she looks up and stares into the inhuman eyes of a Wizzrobe staring back down at her. Petrified with fear, the Wizzrobe stares at her puzzlingly, then . . . it realizes something.
Oh gods, it can smell the magic powder on her! It starts a shriek, a terrible shriek, and raises a wand at her. Meiloru barely pulls out a scoot fruit in her mouth to avoid whatever the Wizzrobe was doing, and suddenly she finds herself just outside the camp.

She runs for her life and doesn't look back.
-1 Scoot Fruit

2. After running a considerable distance, she finds her old belognings but even this place doesn't feel safe. So she relocates again.
+New concealed campsite

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You are Bajoc Elw. Having risen from humble beginnings to the rank of "Imperial Administrator" you have, through a silver tongue, cunning, and absolute ruthelessness, made your way into this position all in the prospect of life's most potent tool and weapon: Wealth.

Wealth is power. Not satisfied with a small fortune, you seek the real thing. And this war is just the answer to it.

You remember the cause of this war. The Prince's greed rivals your own. He did not only order Prince Ganon to come to the capital and bow himself to himiliate him, but also placed upon the Gerudo an exuberant tribute to be paid. And he knew the Gerudo prince would never submit to such an outrageous request, guaranteeing war and the chance to take it by force.

For this reason you know the Prince is ill to trust you. He seeks the very same wealth and prestige as you do and he intend to take it by the force of all Hyrule.

Of yet other concern is word from afar that the great the great Alsov family is also on the move, having heard rumors that the army is in desperate need of supply. You yourself have no such wealthy family or supplies to back you.

But these do not daunt you. You started life from nothing, were willing to do anything for wealth and power, eliminated anyonethat got in your way, and don't intend to stop now.

Inventory:
Aristocrat Fashionable Wear
Fancy Gentleman's Rapier
Skills:
Good Speechcraft
Average Intrigue
Average Merchanting
[Bonus - Wit sharp enough to kill: You are a particularly clever, some would say, conniving and downright craven man. You are quite skilled at manipulation, intimidation, and conspiracy. You have little to no fighting skills to speak of, but you s long as you have known the right words to say, the right people to buy, and the right places to be, you have managed to survive violence. For now.]

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POST

[A fire greater than the spark] – Captain Blackheart's bones ached at the loss of his ship and so many men, and at the bloodshed and carnage he had seen. He sought a momentary relief, in the form of a woman, whom he made his wife. They had a son. Captain Blackheart entered an early retirement, but in doing so, spawned a seed far greater than anything even he could have imagined. Through him, in times to come, the Blackheart name would strike fear, not in the mere sailors or even any sea, but throughout the whole world.

There

Rolled 45, 93 = 138 (2d100)

-Name: Dorbunga
-Faction: Goron, in employ by Hylian
-Race: Goron
-Fluff: A powerful Goron hailing from Mt. Death, Dorbunga is a master smith driven by a passion for his work, second only to his desire for rupees. In employ by the Hyrule forces, he is responsible for assisting in the production their armors and weapons, while also attempting to push many of his own wares onto the soldiers.

-Inventory:
+Anvil
+Hammer
+Great Steel Armored Box
+Large Supply of Wood
+Large Supply of Iron Ore
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Long-sword
+Good Iron Longsword
+Tons of Dropped Weapons
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Hammer
-Skills:
+Good Blacksmithing (Great 1/4)
+Weak Speechcraft
+Weak Longhammer
+Great Strength
+Average Hot Roller (Good 3/6)
+Average Dual Longswordsman (Good 3/6)
-Bonus:
+[Greed in the Stones] You are a Goron, skilled in the art of blacksmithing, and so are more likely to make fine forged items. A body of stone your strength is strong! and can easily resist most normal forms of harm. However, you must beware of things that can smash and break like pickaxes, sledgehammers or bombs.
-Status: Lightly Wounded

1,2. Continue onwards! Downhill should be a cakewalk from here. All their forces can do now is flee!
+Great Strength
+Average Hot Roller
+Good Iron Goron Sized Very Heavy Long-sword
+Good Iron Longsword
+Average Dual Longswordsman
+Greed in the Stones

Rolled 74, 7 = 81 (2d100)

Name: Lord Janus Amberlain
Faction: Hyrulian
Race: Hylian
Fluff: To say Lord Amberlain is a hard man would be an understatement. The Amberlain estates border on the edge of civilization with nought but dark forests and monsters by it’s side. The Amberlain family has served the Hylian kings for as long as can be remembered as faithful guards against the monsters that stalk the forests and lurk in the darkness of caves. Janus has taken this duty to a new level ranging out into the wilderness culling the monsters before they can threaten the kingdom. A stoic humorless man he is often said to have “a fist of iron and a heart to match” though few would dare say it to his face. When the crusade was called Lord Janus set out from his remote domain with his cadre of loyal troopers to aid his kingdom and the call of his prince, even if he had his own reservations about the the “threat” the Gerudo posed.

Inventory:
Old Rusted Lord's Armor
Old Rusted Lord's Longsword
100 Men
Skills:
Perfect Cadre Camaraderie
Average Tactics
Average Long Swordsman
Bonus: [Man of the Wild] Years of fighting in the harsh and unforgiving wilderness of your lands has taught you to respect nature and her forces, no matter she be cold or hot. You have a bonus to scouting, hunting, and learning how to fight and survive in new lands. This is good, as the harsh deserts of Gerudo are vastly different than the cold of your lands, yet you recognize the lessons to be learned. however other nobles tend to look down on you and your strange ways, seeing you a backwater hick of a lord.
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1. I must report to the Prince of my arrival and receive orders.
2. Send the men to help with that bridge we must get across to reinforce the army.

>Note. You are still in the smokey area and would have to try to climb uphill again.

I'm just continuing my forward march, so whichever way I need to next.

Name: Hansel
Faction: CHOOSE: Hylian
Race: CHOOSE: Hyrulian
Fluff: A quiet boy, for most of his life he was just a simple child in a simple village in a simple country. And for much of his adult life, this also held true. But then the war came, and so too the guards to press the men of village into service. Hansel was one of them, and now he fights in the sand, and will probably die here too.
Don't fill this out:
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonus:

Just a heads up, I already have +average soldier cameraderie

Rolled 97, 30 = 127 (2d100)

I'll remember this, Tancred. Took you long enough. Goddess save me from dense men.

Oh, and there's the ferry. So close, and me without a single rupee to pay the crossing, whatever shall I do? Visit the bank of B&E on that hill? How conveniently located!
>1, 2. Case the joint! Find a couple of routes from the manor to the ferry, locate points of ingress/egress, count the guards and learn their patrols, etc. Plan a heist on the manor.

Name: Zwilli Tenstep
Faction: Gerudo
Race: Gerudo
Fluff: Convicted thief "encouraged" to enter military service. Not her ideal life, but at least it isn't boring. Rather fond of spiders and rabbits. Prince Ganon's Personal Thief.
Inventory:
Good Gerudo Leather Armor
Good Gerudo Cloak
Common Gerudo Twinblades
Good Bag of Throwing Knives
Rucksack
Hylian Ears x2
+Map of Hyrule
+2 Servings of Healtful Elixir (legends say a good meal cooked by a loving mother, bandages, and a comfy resting place can heal any wound!)
+Tent Roll
+Tancred's name
Skills:
Average Knifework
-2/4 Good Knifework
Great Sneak
Average Agility
[Bonus] Tensteps ahead - Zwilli is a thief, as such she has a good propensity for running, hiding, and stealing. She is very good at knives as well, the short easy to hide blades suiting her lifestyle well. Alas, she is very much seen as little more than a thief even among her own kinswomen, and would be hard pressed to find any who would trust her.
+Valley Scouted [Good]
+Enemy Intel [Good] (Outdated?)
+Well Fed

Rolled 14, 100 = 114 (2d100)

Name: Virini Alsov
Faction: Hyrulian
Race: Hyrulian
Fluff: Virini is a merchant from a long line of merchants, and as any good merchant Virini is out to make money. As such Virini has found his place in this war, selling weapons and other necessary supplies to the army! Doing his civil duty and making a prophet.
Inventory:
Supply Caravan Wagon (empty)
Horse
Armored Treasure Box
Fancy Merchant Clothing
+220 Green Rupee's
+7 Red Rupees
+3 Orange Rupee's
+5 Silver Rupee's
+2000 Rupee's [Royal Stamped Loan Document]
+Brown Leather Explorer's Hat
+Leather Explorer's Jacket
+Explorer's Satchel
+Great Rope Grappling Hook
Contacts/followers:
Hyrulian food supply contact
+Band of Armored "Knights"
Skills:
Average Speechcraft
Good Merchanter
Weak Cooking (Average at 1/4)
[Bonus - An eye for value. The Alsov family is well known for their knack of finding things of value in the most peculiar of places, as well as faking values of things, and have been known as both intrepid adventurers exploring for hidden treasures, cuthroat snake-tongues who would rob a man of house and home given the chance, as well as infamous looters and thieves. Many a piece of junk has been sold for an exuberant price, while priceless items have been bought by them for pennies. People are normally weary of you, but at the same time, the logistics officers of the Hyrule army are glad to have the option of added supplies. You are more likely to find valuable things in containers, as well as be offered options for additional wealth
Condition: Lightly wounded (healing)

1&2. Follow the voice of whoever that is if I want to live. These knights are a right comedy act.