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  1. Isla

    Isla I see dead people
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    The meeting place was a tree outside the town limits, a big, ancient oak.

    Lisa was there, along with several others. Everyone was very welcoming.

    Henrietta started things off and discussion began about the helmasaurs. Isla went along with the general consensus that something must be done, and was in total agreement, until the conversation changed entirely.

    She wasn’t sure when, but the warning bell tolled a little louder, and she found herself pulling away mentally.

    “Yes… it would be nice if the helmasaurs…. If they… could help rid you of Dorom… but… how? You said…” her mind was a tangle, full of fluff. It was hard to articulate her doubts, “You said you tried using your forest magic to communicate, but… but they were… wouldn’t… listen?”

    Henrietta smiled benignly, “Yes, negotiations have failed, but with you, and your magic, we can sway them to our side much better. They can help us chase out Dorom and his crew, and then we can simply send them away through… your spirit power.”

    Yes, wonderful idea! So simple, use the helmasaurs to get rid of Dorom, then make them go away! Brilliant, wonderful!

    “Okay…” Isla felt herself sinking back into the warm fuzzy feelings, that everything was good and well, and this was the best thing to do.

    Eru was no help, he had dozed off during the first meeting with Henrietta and had not woken since. Must have had a rough night or something… yeah.. he’s fine…

    Henrietta began discussing with them where the helmasaurs were likely to strike next, where they should situation themselves to meet them. Isla was to use her powers to sway the helmasaurs minds to listen to the forest users’ instructions, since they could communicate with the helmasaurs, and they would bring the creatures right to Dorom’s house and chase him out. So simple…

    So simple...
     
  2. Chris Tewks

    Chris Tewks King of shadows
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    Chris was never one to indulge in religion or associate with those who did. But everything that Vhailor was saying seemed to make sense. “Lead the way soldier boy.” Eventually they made it to a small building with an upside down triforce. Now Chris didn't know a lot about religion and the like. His only real experiences came from visitors from Rauru. If there was one thing that the Goron knew, it's that the triforce was one of the most sacred symbols. Having it be upside must be a major disrespect to the goddesses. Curious. I wonder what has caused this to happen.

    Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. From his experience Hylians were either nonreligious or zealots. He couldn't see how someone religious could become so dismayed. Even the people in the worst of situations kept their faith. Remember, he's a religious man. You're not here to judge. He looked around, still not seeing this mysterious man. “Umm… sir?” He asked cautiously. “Would you mind coming closer? I can't really see you.” The Goron felt uneasy. Something was odd about this place, more than just the triforce.

    “Of course you cannot see me.” Said the disembodied voice. “I am not here.”

    This only confused Chris more. “What exactly do you mean by ‘You're not here.’ Do you mean you're not in the room or not in the building?” He crept forward into the building. “Hello? We were wondering if you could help us solve your helmasaur problem.”

    “Why, hello young Goron.”
    The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. “I am not exactly one who you should ask for help in this matter. I am simply a religious man, trying to give guidance to a town in need.”

    Chris could feel a strange power emanating from the room on his right. He went over to the door and knocked. No response. “I'm coming in,” He said as he opened the door. The inside of the next room was plain, with a single window and a shelf of books. Right in front of him was a small bed with a smaller Hylian lying under the covers.

    “Hello Chris, Vhailor. I apologize that I couldn't greet you at the door. As you can see, I'm not in the best of conditions.” As if to prove his point he fell into a coughing fit. “So tell me, how can I help you?”

    Chris was too shocked to say anything. That's what he had been feeling. This person must be a sorcerer, which is how he could project his voice. This man could teach me things that I haven't even thought of yet. He stood in the doorway like a statue, which given his race, wasn't far off.
     
  3. Vhailor's eyes narrowed. "You know our names, but we have not introduced ourselves. Care to explain that?"

    The Hylian priest slowly moved himself out of bed, wearing only white robes...which was pretty clearly his bed robes. "Yes, lieutenant, I know who you are, what you are, and your rank. It's almost like the gods still talk to me occasionally, and tell me what you are and are not ready to hear. Other times, I hear things from people that hear things, and sometimes I repeat those things back to others who are ready to hear them."

    Vhailor took a step back, still suspicious, and his voice dry. "Of course, I am interested in what a broken priest has to tell me about myself, or...we could keep it to business and focus on the recent attack."

    "Pierce, by the way." The priest smiled and slowly moved over to a table with tea prepared and offered a cookie next to the pot. "You must be starving, Vhailor - down to the bone from malnutrition. Cookie?"

    "I'm not hungry." Vhailor was eager for this to move to a actual point...although this was bothering him more than it should for some reason.

    "Of course you aren't. My mistake." Pierce's smile broadened to one of pure mischief, and he put it down. Vhailor was clearly getting annoyed at the sense of stalling. Pierce spoke up, still smiling. "Business, then. Dorom's not inept so much as he is self-absorbed to a fault, and there is a group in town that doesn't like him, and wants to use current events to embarrass the sheriff and run him and his family out."

    Vhailor rolled his eyes. "He's a well-armed fool, but he clearly doesn't need to be sheriff if there is someone better qualified. What do local politics have anything to do with your attack?"

    Pierce ignored Vhailor's disdain, clearly considering him more amusing than rude. "I'm convinced they not only know what brought these things here, but I'm certain the Helmasaurs will be attacking the Dorom household directly tonight."

    Vhailor looked skeptical, and cast a glance to Chris.
     
  4. Chris Tewks

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    The talk of an incoming attack woke up the Goron from his stupor. “Did Millie tell you about us?” But as soon as the words left his mouth he knew that wasn't what happened. Whatever else Pierce might be, he wasn't a liar.

    The Hylian turned to Chris. “I think you know the answer to that question. So Millie sent you my way did she? She's a strong one ain't she? She tried to stand up to the monsters herself. Didn't help much. There's simply too many.”

    Chris was even more confused. “But, she said-”

    “That she was hiding?” Pierce interrupted. “You can't always trust what people say. I've tried to preach honesty, but most of it falls on deaf ears. Her heart is in the right place, but she doesn't have what it takes. You two on the other hand. You can make a difference.”

    “But what can we do?” Chris asked still unsure how a young spellcaster and an old soldier could make a impact on a horde of monsters.

    The old Hylian walked over, put his hand on the Goron's shoulder, then said “Son, you'll figure it out when the time comes. At dusk go to the center of town and wait. If all goes well, there will be some others to join you. And Vhailor,” He said, turning back to the soldier. “Make sure you keep up your strength. You look like you are wasting away.”

    Chris wanted to ask about the old man's abilities, but he figured now was not the time. When I'm done with these monsters I'll be back. But for now, he just asked his partner, “Is there anything else you'd like to talk about before we go?” Chris knew that Pierce wasn't fooled by his illusion. He wasn't sure how the Stalfos was going to respond the the old man's allusions, but he didn't want to stick around and find out. It's only funny when I do that.
     
  5. Isla

    Isla I see dead people
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    “W-wait, I can’t do this…”

    “Why whatever do you mean?”

    “I don’t use my powers to sway living beings unless the situation is dire, this seems…”

    It’s alright, this is the only way, the best way, it will work out for the best-

    Shut up shut up! I’m talking, get out of my head!

    “Wouldn’t it be better to make the helmasaurs leave, and deal with Dorom separately? It would be better to get the people together against him, make him step down peacefully. Isn’t that what you want? The most peaceful way?”

    "Oh my dear, dear kokiri, we have tried, but he sows fear among the people, he has made them weak. This is the only way."

    The only way.

    We need you…. You can do this, you are our only hope.


    Fluff and instinct swirled around Isla’s head, fighting for dominance as the people around her discussed what to do, how to do it. In the end the fluff was joined by a sense of excitement, to be doing something. Yes, they were certain now; with Isla’s help they could surely convince the helmasaurs to help them, in return… they would do something for the helmasaurs.

    Isla hadn’t bothered paying attention to just what, it seemed unimportant. Henrietta would take care of it. Leave that to Henrietta.

    They were ready and began to head to the helmasaur layer to begin the operation. Isla was fighting down excitement. To be doing this, exercising her powers over another being, so many, at the same time, this was going to be so different. She could do this!

    This isn’t you…

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    The helmasaurs had taken up residence in an old quarry, long abandoned. The others of the group, only a detachment from the main one, held back nervously, now that they were actually here. Isla kept her bow at the ready and peered down into the shallow pit. The moonlight glinted off the tough metallic armor of the helmasaurs as they grunted about. A squealing and a shock of sparks announced that some were quarreling.

    Everyone looked expectantly at Isla, she looked at them.

    Henrietta had not come, due to being an old woman. The others could scatter and run easily enough if things went wrong, but not her, she would be nearby but still far enough away to avoid trouble. Isla wished she were here, and yet, her mind felt a little clearer since they parted ways for the time being.

    She could think more clearly on what had to be done, and how to do it.

    “Okay, everyone, pick a place to hide. I got this. Lisa, with me.”

    “Roger,” Lisa saluted jauntily. It had come on in the discussion that she was the best with forest magic—funny she hadn’t mentioned it at their first meeting, or did she?—so she was along for the endeavor.

    Isla looked over the area, searching for a suitable place to situate herself so as to be seen but not readily accessible to the helmasaurs.

    Spotting a sizeable boulder, half cut into a block, she and Lisa clambered up and peered into the quarry again.

    “Hello tough guys,” Lisa called in their minds to get their attention.

    “INTRUDERCHARGE!!!” came back loud enough for Isla to sense quite fine over the piggish sounding warcry that echoed about the area. Helmasaurs charged in all directions, crashing into boulders, cliff walls, each other, and up the incline that lead out of the quarry.

    “CHARGE IT KILL IT SMAAAAASH!”

    Isla stepped in, swaying them to question themselves, “Why? it seems awfully weak, not worth our time. Not good eating.” She put out an impression in their minds that all they could see was her, a small, harmless thing of no import, not worth their time to smash, but maybe listen--

    “SMASH IT DOWN SMASH IT DOWN!”

    Hoh boy.

    “Brace yourself.” Lisa cautioned as several launched themselves at the half-hewn rock. Fortunately, it was not as easily smashed as the rubble in the valley, and would hold for some time.

    “No smash, no smash, not worth it want bigger smash!” she tried acclimating to their more primitive one-tracked minds, guiding Lisa on what to say.

    “Oh, they want to take over the whole area,” Lisa interpreted when the creatures hooked on to the phrase “Bigger smash.”

    “They want to smash everything.”

    “Great,” Isla tried to think how to do this, “Mm, but why smash puny people when we could smash the big man himself?” she wheedled, trying to make it seem like it was their idea, “People in town have leader, big strong alpha, we must smash him and chase him away, then—”

    “SMASH EVERYTHING!”

    And she lost them again.

    “Well yes, if you’re not up for a better challenge,” she teased at them, “Listen for a moment. You’re big and bad here where there are other people, if you chase out their leader, they will admit you are strongest in the region, but other regions, they will say—”

    “SMASH ALL REGIONS!”

    The helmasaurs charged around crazily, crashing into walls rocks and pf course each other. Nothing was to be got from them for some while in their zeal.

    “Wow, you are all so amazing!” she tried flattery again. She was talking on the fly, not sure where she was going, when suddenly a grand idea filled her mind and she said, “But are you really the strongest? Do you think you could fight big helmasaurs in the mountains?”

    They paused at that, a slight doubt, then they began to zealously rampage around again, chanting their greatness.

    “Talk is fine, but I want to see action. There’s a man in town said to have the strength of three helmasaur leaders, he is called Dorom. Why don’t you fight him? Prove you are stronger than he and his pack. If you can defeat him, then you will have proved your worth, and no helmasaur territory will be safe from you.” She said, recalling that in the discussion she had learned that helmasaurs were more mountainous creatures, normally living in caves. I was a brilliant idea, but it felt like it wasn’t her own. Her power also seemed to gain traction, she felt it channeling into her.

    Was this her? Was she doing this?

    “FIGHT FIGHT STRONGEST WE ARE STRONGEST SMASH SMASH SMAAAAASH!”

    “Just think of the other helmasaur territories you will conquer, once you have destroyed Dorom!” she was almost afraid they would see through her somewhat thin persuasion, but it was working.

    It took only a little more persuading to gather them and set them marching for town.

    “Ignore those people following you, they are only here to witness your grand fight, so that the tale of your prowess will travel far and wide, and no one will doubt your ability.”

    “YES WE LIKE. SMASH DOROM SMASH DOROM DOROM DOROM DOROM!”

    It took a lot of constant persuasion to keep them herded together in front of herself and the others. Everyone with forest magic and Isla with her unusually increased spirit magic, trailed behind the pack of excited helmasaurs, guiding them towards town.
     
  6. "Tch. No." Vhailor headed for the door. "We need to talk to Millie. I've been forming a plan since we got this mission, and anyone willing to stand up to things like that without training is invaluable to us."

    He stopped, turned around, and nodded to Pierce. "Thank you. Your problem will be solved shortly."

    Pierce didn't say anything. He just smiled and waved goodbye, as he slowly returned to his bed, exhausted.

    Vhailor's pace was brisk, now that he had immediate purpose. He spoke to Chris as he moved. "We need to set up blinds, something to herd these things in one direction and control their vision. And second, we need cuccos, free ranging and quick. The helmasaurs will waste time trying to hit them, and perhaps it will buy us time and give us openings. And we will need Millie and anyone else willing to help her work. We need her to be a field engineer for us, and control the field."

    He paused in thought as he considered his next move. "We should warn Dorom, fool though he is. If he wants to dismiss the warning, fine. His house will make a fine distraction for us. If he wants to help defend himself, then his house will make a valuable bulwark."

    Vhailor looked to Chris. "I'll need you to convince her to help. I can command, but gentle persuasion has never been a strong suit of mine, and I will not force her to aid us."

    Vhailor was already sizing up terrain, and after finding an area of the surrounding woods which had been pounded flat when the helmasaurs came and went, was able to guess where the attack was going to come from. He looked at how to control vision, and how to herd a single minded foe in a trap. He wanted to set up a zone where in which their strengths could be taken from them:

    Strengths: Assault power, aggressive, fast, heavy frontal armor.
    Weaknesses: Momentum loss, vulnerable to flanks, probable lack of tactical awareness - tunnel vision, expectations of an easy victory


    "We need to turn our corral zone into a quagmire. We need to create blind falls, pitfalls. They don't need to be deep, just enough to stop a charge, force them to climb out, and then have to rebuild momentum." He looked around the area in front of Dorom House and pointed to right in front of the door. "That's where I want the offensive to die. We don't have much time. Daylight's burning fast. We have to save the cucco release for when we do not care which direction they go in. That's one of our secret weapons. The other is you, Chris. Use your powers sparingly."

    He whispered at this point. "And we must assume sabotage is possible, so whatever we do has to be simple. Pretend the cucco release is more important then it is, rather than a last resort for when we are failing. This defense is going to go all kinds of wrong, because of this internal strife, so be ready to improvise."
     
  7. Chris Tewks

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    Who knew that Vhailor was such a strategist? Of course it really shouldn't have come as too big a shock to the Goron, seeing as the Stalfos used to be part of the military. After getting the rundown by his companion, he thought about the best way to accomplish everything. Splitting up would be the fastest. “Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll go convince Millie to get anyone else to help. You start setting up and I'll send the townsfolk your way.” He thought for a moment then begrudgingly mumbled, “I’ll even talk to Dorom once I'm done and see if he'll help out too.” He looked out to the west. The sun was getting close to the horizon. “I'll meet back up with you at dusk.” With that he went on his way.

    Finding Millie was easy. She was exactly where he meet her before, tending to her crops. The pile of weeds had mysteriously vanished. She must have thrown them out sometime earlier that day. He didn't notice it before, (All Hylians look the same to him.) but if he looked closely, he could see scars on her arms and legs. Those must be from the helmasuars. All the more reason why they should be stopped. “Hey, Millie. It's me, Chris.” Much like before she didn't turn around. “Uh...We talked to Pierce.” Normally he was an ace when it came to talking but he was still shaken up by his meeting with the priest. At least that's what he told himself. “Vhailor is setting up our plan now, but we need you to help gather others.”

    When she finally turned around she was scowling, not the reaction Chris was expecting. “And why should I trust you two?”

    He tried to think of what they could have done to upset her, but nothing came to mind. “Millie, I don't understand. I thought you wanted our help?”

    Anger swelled up inside her. “Why would I want help from the likes of you?”

    Something must have happened between now and their last encounter, but he couldn't be sure of what. “What happened? I thought we were…” He wasn't exactly sure what they were. Not friends but certainly not enemies either. “I thought we were on the same team?”

    “Don't lie to me. Pierce told me everything.”

    Pierce? Then it struck him. The old man must be manipulating the whole town. He's certainly powerful enough to do so. But to what ends? Chris still had no idea what Millie has been told, so he did the only thing that came naturally. He lied. “Everything Pierce told you about me is true. Vhailor too. But you've got to understand, right now, we both want the same thing. After we've gotten rid of the helmasuars, then we'll solve this little… misunderstanding. Okay?” He really hoped Pierce knew what he was doing, and that he discredited the duo for after the monsters were gone, not before. If it were me, I'd say something like we were vying for power and wanted the monsters gone to stake our claim.

    She still seemed peeved, but when she talked she tried her best not to sound hostile. “Fine, I'll go get the others. When this is over you best not stick around.” She stormed off before Chris could say anything else. He shouted after her about the cuccos, but wasn't sure if she heard. Then the Goron went to go see his least favorite person.

    When he finally found Dorom, it was no surprise that he was surrounded by his guards. “Hello again,” Chris said politely enough. “I was hoping that you and your men would help us alleviate this town of it's burden.”

    “Who do you mean ‘us?’ All I see is a little shrimp of a Goron.” The sheriff and his goons burst into laughter. Apparently they forgot what happened earlier.

    “Ah, yes. Very funny. Very funny indeed.” The little Goron said, not finding it humorous at all. “I can see you're a man of humor. Tell me, do you find this funny?” A shadow fell across Dorom’s face. Chris was only the least bit curious as to what he saw. Sometimes his illusions took physical manifestation, other times they didn't. This time was one of the latter. “I am giving you a choice. Either come with me and help fight, or I'll let whatever it is you're seeing do wherever it is you're afraid of it doing. The same goes for you two.” He said, nodding to the guards, who were also quivering in fear. Normally this would begin to be taxing after a while, but with the coming strength of dusk, the Goron could hold this illusion until Dorom made a decision. Not surprisingly, the sheriff took the third option. He ran. He ran inside the building behind him and locked the door, not waiting for his aids to follow.

    Chris waved his hand, dismissing the apparition visible only to his company. “What will it be then? Will you come help me, or stand outside your employer's door, waiting to be trampled?” They mumbled their assent in unison. “Good. Let's get going.”

    When they got back, the Goron noticed Millie and maybe a dozen others following Vhailor’s orders. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. He could hear cuccos nearby. “Alright buddy. Dorom’s safe inside and I've got two more bodies for you. What's next?”
     
  8. Vhailor nodded to Chris, and then looked to the rapidly setting sun. "Good work. We will not be ready in time. They are using tarps, sheets, blankets to blind vision, but one wild Helmasaur will pierce those. Everything we have done won't stop them. The goal is to break the formation up, slow their momentum and make it possible to fight them in a staggered line rather than all at once."

    He looked to the soldiers that had shown up, and the villagers. "Good enough that you are here. These are your own homes you are fighting for. If anyone is afraid to fight these things, leave now without dishonor. I don't want your cowardice infecting those around you."

    He wondered what Millie's issue with him was for a brief time, and then chalked it up to suspicion of stranger. She was doing what was asked, and even going the extra mile sometimes - respect was not needed

    "Keep those spades and mauls handy! Those will be valuable weapons against these things! Defend yourselves, defend your homes!" He looked down to his own sword, drew it, and gripped it half-sword. He hefted it towards Chris. "I am wishing I had a mace, but one works with what one has. But this will not pierce their armor, even in Mordschlag stance. I've fought them before, and even without support they are wild and formidable foes."

    He looked to his preparations once more, and then whipped his vision to the forest as he saw disturbed birds rising away from the path the Helmasaurs had beaten down. He could hear them from here. "They are coming. When they are broken up, anyone willing will have to attack them. Stick to the plan, and don't release the cuccos until they are in the square."

    At least the priest was right about the attack. If he did all of this with nothing to show for it, the old man would be laughed out of town, and likely Chris and Vhailor would be in serious danger for believing him. He moved in front of Dorom's house, at the threshold of his door. He stood proudly in front of the door, and placed upright torches around him. He wanted to be seen - he wanted all enemy eyes on him.

    And there was a nice, clear path straight to him by all appearances. It would be suspicious if they gave it a second look. Hopefully, they would be too aggressive to care.
     
  9. Isla

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    “Henrietta, ma’am, there’s been a development.”

    “Oh? Interesting… They are expecting us then, are they?”

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    Isla had a sudden inkling that something was wrong, that grouping all the helmasaurs together was a bad idea.

    “Lisa, slight change of plans. We can’t assume the townspeople won’t be anticipating an attack, even if they don’t expect it to come so deep into town. We need to divide our forces, come at them from two directions.”

    “Yes, fantastic idea, Isla!”

    “Listen up Helmasaurs, we’re going to have to be clever, listen to what we say, and you will be assured victory, complete this task and you will be ready to face an even greater foe, one stronger than Dorom. Defeating this foe will make you greatest!”

    “Greatest! Smash Dorom smash greater enemy! BE GREATEST”

    This is going to be a blood bath
    , spoke a voice in her head. She had felt it nagging at her now and then but she was always too muddled to hear it.

    “B-but,” she was almost herself for a moment, “No one else must get hurt, you must show a single-minded aim for Dorom, you must remain a single strong fighting unit, ignore all others. If any villagers other than Dorom appear, you must… you must ignore them or push them gently aside, show that they are not worth your time, you are too good to bother with them.”

    Too good, too strong, yes, they are beneath us, we trample underfoot!”

    “NO! THAT WILL WASTE YOUR TIME AND YOUR TRUE PREY WILL ESCAPE, YOU WILL LOSE YOUR CHANCE TO PROVE YOUR STRENGTH!” She swayed fiercely into their minds. That quieted them down, they were a little resentful, and possibly cowed at her sudden heat.

    Now, dear, keep calm, focus.

    Stop telling me what to do!

    The fluff was back, almost forcefully squeezing her consciousness down into a small globe. She could sense the malevolence now. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, why was she following this suggestion in her mind?

    “Isla? Are you okay?”

    “Yes. Lisa, I’m fine,” she spoke, almost against her will, following the constant prompting, “You take about half the helmasaurs and come in from the western side of town, we’ll continue from the north as planned.”

    “Roger,” Lisa gave her playful salute and called a few of the others together.

    “Listen to her and the others, they will help you in my place, listening is key to victory.”

    The group split up. Isla sensed some disgruntlement from the helmasaurs. The part of Isla that was still herself was vaguely aware that her grip on them was beginning to wane. After a little time they arrived on the outskirts, and the real test began.

    Town was quiet, and as the cliché went, too quiet. Isla suspected a trap, but was confident in her strategy.

    Too confident.

    I agree but I can’t seem shake this side of me that thinks all is well.

    Are you so certain that is you?

    Yes…? No…?

    As they came down the main road the helmasaurs were familiar with using, Isla noticed more things of a worrying nature. Side streets somewhat or completely blocked off. They were being funneled along, as if someone wanted them to make it to their destination.

    Her thoughts were interrupted by the shoddy barricade up ahead. It sent the helmasaurs into a sudden surge of…. Joy?

    “SMASHPUNYBARACADECHAAAARGE!”

    “No! Stop! Wait!” Isla scrambled to keep them in formation but they all followed the leader and scrambled forward, as if the thoughts of the first few in front had fueled the rest.

    Both the fluff and Isla put a palm to her forehead. No wonder these things broke away the first time. They were just two singl-

    Wait-- WHAT?!

    Nothing… nothing... not important right now! After those stupid creatures!

    Without realizing it Isla had caught something she shouldn’t have, an inkling that controlling the helmasaurs had been tried before. But by whom? Why?

    The fight was on. For Isla it involved stumbling to a wall and bracing an arm against it; for the helmasaurs it involved breaking through the “barrier” and falling straight into shallow muddy pits, prepared by the townspeople to slow them down.

    Squealing chaos ensued. Those townspeople who had been with Isla to support her had fallen away one by one, leaving her oddly alone.

    Focusing, she tried to gather the helmasaurs together again, but it was of middling success. four headed the command to come back together, the rest—Hylia bless their stupid little souls—charged about, setting more traps off, or running into walls and each other.

    That gave her an idea. Channeling their rage and will to charge, she sent off the others ahead to take the traps head on, thus activating them before her core group of four got marred in them, or at least showing her where they needed to tread lightly.
     
  10. Vhailor was satisfied with the results. Some of the Helmasaurs had gone off track, and were presently tying up reinforcements. Most, however, had taken the bait and gone straight ahead.

    "They are mired! Hold in place, Cucco Squad! For the rest willing to fight - home and Hyrule! Charge!" Vhailor didn't actually care if anyone went in with him. He had his weapon in the half-sword grip, and proceeded to slam himself into one of the helmasaurs as it was crawling out of one of the shallow pits. The two pressed against each other, the helmasaur holding its ground due to greater stability, but unable to push the warrior back. It was forcing the words out, almost as a mantra of determination at this point. "Crush...Smash...Smash...Dorom...!"

    Vhailor slammed his blade into one of its front feet, using his particular grip to stab one of its few vulnerable points from this angle. It yelped in pain, and Vhailor used his newfound leverage to capsize it into the pit it had just climbed from, with it struggling to get itself back upright with one wounded leg. "Flip them! Flank them! Use them as cover against the rest!"

    He barely had enough time to finish that order before another came barreling at him. Only Vhailor's battle experience prevented him from being fully smashed, and even then it clipped him, sending him staggering. He found himself in a bad position, with another coming.

    Thankfully, the one that charged him seemed to turn to the house, almost hypnotically, and that gave Vhailor an opening to jump on it and start pounding it with his fists. The first began bucking to throw Vhailor off, and the second simply rammed into its partner trying to hit Vhailor, sending them all tumbling into one of the shallow pits. Vhailor only barely managed to avoid being crushed flat and just held on to his blade, and everyone in the pit was staggering to their feet.

    Isla's personal reserve force had not been attacked due to its more deliberate distance and pacing, but the other four found themselves scattered and under attack by a group of villagers working in teams of three or four each with shovels and hammers, slapping the disoriented and slowed Helmasaurs. The ragtag conscripts were often scared back by threat signs, but they continued to at least harass them, and the Helmasaurs found themselves trying to reposition to not be wounded on their vulnerable backsides, desperately charging or even outright backpedaling while giving distress cries.

    Millie herself wailed on one that was fleeing, slapping its hindquarters repeatedly with a shovel, distinctive ringing echoing out. "That's right, leave us alone, you bucket-headed bullies!"

    Birds rose up in panic from an unprepared side of the village, and trees began crashing down as the second group arrived, with Lisa fleeing from them in terror...
     
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  11. Chris Tewks

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    He heard them before he saw them. A distant rumbling that grew gradually louder until it was thundering in his ears. There were maybe ten or so all coming at him with amazing force. And...A little kid? A small child or incredibly tiny person appeared to be directing the herd. Curious. Then they reached the first pitfall. As expected they ran straight into it, losing just enough momentum. When they trudged back out, they were moving at a remarkably slower pace but building up speed fast. It's not gonna be enough.

    Chris stepped forward before Vhailor even said a word. He put all his strength into creating a giant wall of blackness in front of the beasts. They just kept on charging, unfazed. By the gods. They're too stupid to be affected by my apparitions. Just my luck. I guess I'll have to do this the hard way. He was already feeling strained but the night's power kept him going. He continued running until he was close to the edge of the pack. Two helmasuars broke away and Chris planted himself in front of one, assuming a traditional sumo wrestling stance. The Goron dug his feet into the ground. He wasn't going anywhere. Here it comes. This is gonna hurt. The monster made no effort to avoid him. If anything it tried to hit him dead center. Chris held out his arms ready to pull them in to soften the blow.

    It felt like being rammed by a boulder. The beast slammed into him full force pushing the Goron back, his feet coming out of their footholds. He gripped on as tightly as he could. He was close enough to smell it's putrid breath. He continued losing ground. Then the helmasaur reared its head and threw him like a rag doll. Oh-no, Was all Chris could think of as he was launched into the air. “Ommf!” He gasped as the Goron landed by one of the nearby buildings. I'm not doing that again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Vhailor engaging the two leaders. He steadily got to his feet trying to shake off his daze. I guess that just leaves one more option. Chris watched as the two leading monsters went closer to the others. I'm sure Vhailor can handle that. He thought, not sure in the slightest if that was true. He looked out at the rest of the pack, drawing nearer every second. I hope this works.

    The Goron went in front on the closest one, steadying himself again. This time instead of bracing himself for impact he sidestepped to the right at the last second and grabbed onto the monsters helm with his left arm. Before he could clamber aboard his unruly ride, the Goron was dragged away, desperately clinging on. Ow, ow, ow, ow. He reached out with his right and pulled himself up. No longer being dragged along, yet not exactly riding the monster, Chris began pulling out his wicked blade. This is for you Klork. He thought as he plunged the knife into the monster's hide. It squealed in pain and bucked trying to throw him off. This time the Goron was prepared and managed to hang on. He twisted the cruel blade into the helmasaur’s leg. The blade was designed to bring pain and when he took it out the monster began stumbling and losing momentum. It slammed into the side of a building and stopped. Chris got up and looked at the rest of the battle. It seemed like everything was going as well as it could. Two other helmasuars were already down. A few of the townsfolk were laying on the ground too. Pretty soon it would be over.

    He looked out at the child, wondering what she(?) was doing. He was too far away to tell. This brief lapse in concentration allowed Chris to return his focus to the battle and analyze what was going on. He tried to determine where he's be needed most but as he looked out toward the west he felt an unnatural darkness growing stronger and closer. Oh, no. He began running towards Vhailor screaming over chaos around him. “There's more! Cuccos! Over there!” It didn't seem like anyone heard him, they were all too engrossed in the battle. He saw Millie standing over a downed helmasaur, she must have recently bested the beast. He waved his arms trying to draw her attention, pointing towards the west and shouting some more. He was so busy trying to warn everyone, he didn't notice the monster hurtling towards him to his left. When it slammed into him, he wasn't trying to brace himself, so he took the full force of the blow. He was thrown onto his back for the second time today. Chris groaned, attempted to get up, but didn't have the strength. Ahhh. I'll just lay down for awhile. I'll get up in a minute.
     
  12. Isla

    Isla I see dead people
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    It was an exceptionally painful state of being she was in, one portion was shocked, trying to figure out how a Hylian soldier had gotten into the mix, and the other bit of her mind was quietly wondering why a stalfos was aiding the townspeople. Two parts of her were aware of two entirely different things, yet one part, the part she was more certain was herself, was unwilling to communicate with the other.

    The Fluff, thinking fast, put it in the mind for the helmasaurs before her to take on the knight all at once.

    Surround him, he must be dealt with before Dorom!

    Her real self began to get frantic. She wanted to take it back, make them stop, leave everyone alone, but what could she do?

    She couldn’t even speak, the spirit magic within her, and that of the alien being invading her mind, were so powerful, it was bad enough trying to walk.

    She began holding her head, trying to make sense of everything, try to break it.

    Both sides of her mind paused in their fighting when back behind the stalfos a goron flew by, quickly followed by the other team of helmasaurs, Lisa leading by a hair’s breath, yelling for people to clear a path.

    Well, this is going swimmingly.

    The four helmasaurs, spreading slightly apart, focused in on the stalfos and took off towards him.
     
  13. All three of them got up at the same time, and Vhailor had barely enough time to just roll out of the pit on his side as the two Helmasaurs furiously crashed into each other. Vhailor had just gotten to his feet after that before the ground in front of him erupted as the duo proceeded to ram their way out of the embankment rather than climbing out. He attacked almost on reflex, smashing one of them in the eye with a lucky blow with his hilt, and then whipping his sword around for a vicious overhead follow-through, knocking it out cold even through the facial shell.

    The other ignored Vhailor to smash into the wall of Dorom's house, cracking the masonry and making it clear a second hit like that was going through the wall. Vhailor rewarded it with a grip-switch, and a lightning fast charge to its back. It whirled around in a wounded frenzy, aiming to smash Vhailor with the side of his head. Vhailor caught the head with an open hand, and proceeded to try and wrestle it down...at which point the shell popped off, to his utter surprise, leaving the Helmasaur exposed.

    It panicked and ran, and about this time the one he had stabbed in the leg earlier came barreling out of the pit he had put it into. He had barely enough time to hurl the Helmasaur shell into it, checking its charge and making it crash into a different wall, cracking it as well. Thankfully, the wall held.

    He heard the call for Cuccos to be unleashed by Chris, and then saw the Goron go down fighting these things. He barely had enough time to register what was going on before he noticed four Helmasaurs now barreling down on him. Not the building - him. He needed to rally everyone, now.

    "To me! To m-!" At this point, he was forced through the wall by a pack of furious Helmasaurs, and he felt several of his ribs crack under the pressure. He was pretty sure his skull was in bad shape too, but his adrenaline was clearly keeping him from feeling it. About the same time, chaos erupted on the other side of town as Cuccos scattered the force of the second wave, making them dissipate into a more manageable force, but one that distracted any help from reaching him.

    Vhailor had no time to appreciate his plan, and indeed was unaware of its success from his face down position on the floor. He wanted to reach Chris, but at the same time was preoccupied with his own problems. The grand hall of Dorom no longer had a good carpet, having been destroyed by Helmasaur and stone debris. Several decorative suits of armor were smashed to bits as the Helmasaurs scrambled to regain their bearings and continue charging at Vhailor. "Smashsmashsmashcrushcrushcrush!"

    From the top of the stairs, Sheriff Dorom yelled down with his three guards at his side, all armed with halberds set to dealing with charges up to them. "You inept fool! I trusted you to stop this very thing from happening! Die in obscurity, you worthless relic of dead times!"

    Vhailor stood up quickly, growling in rage at pretty much everything in general right now. "Shut up and fight!"

    He whirled his blade around himself wildly, no longer half-swording, just desperately trying to buy time and distance to not be battered to death by Helmasaurs. He managed to deflect the charges of two of them, but was thrown to the stairs by the other two. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, but he wasn't done yet.

    At this point, the sheriff noticed Isla some distance behind, and recognized a priority target when he saw one. "Ah!" He pulled a crossbow out, one already pulled and primed for firing. "Perfect! And my problems end right now!"

    Vhailor, believing himself to be betrayed and not quite catching the detail that the crossbow wasn't pointed at him, hurled his sword up the stairs at the sheriff, screaming in indignant rage. The guards in front of him barely managed to deflect Vhailor's heavy blade, and all of those weapon going upwards at once threw the sheriff's aim off, sending the bolt wild. He glared down at Vhailor and drew his sword, finally angered enough to fight personally. "Stalfos, you just signed your second death warrant. Guards, kill it."

    The guards slowly marched down at the wounded Stalfos, with the sheriff behind them, having completely forgotten his crossbow and Isla. Vhailor looked behind him at the Helmasaurs preparing to charge up, and the guards slowly coming down. He decided if this sheriff doesn't have the sense to save his own town, that he would rather spend his last moments of life fighting against evil rather than dumb monsters. His sword finally landed behind the Helmasaurs near the shattered wall point down, stabbing into the ground defiantly, as Vhailor got into a Goron wrestling stance, determined merely to sell his life as dearly as possible. "A knight...is sworn to valor."
     
  14. Isla

    Isla I see dead people
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    See what’s happening, you have to take action, stop letting yourself be dragged along for the ride.

    You’re right, I just…. No, no excuses… I’m stronger than this. I can fight this.

    Follow your own judgement, not these feelings and impressions, look at what’s in front of you.

    Right.

    Still struggling for dominion, Isla forced herself to look out on the chaos, really take it in. Instead of being mildly uncomfortable with the situation she forced out dismay, anger, even shame, for what she had done.

    No No! This is good! This can still work! It’s wonder--

    PEOPLE MIGHT BE DEAD! MAKE IT STOP NOW! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

    The fluff suffocated her, Isla scratched and yanked off her mask in an effort to dispel the fog that clawed for a hold inside her head.

    Eru, who had been sitting vaguely aware in the front breast pocket of Isla’s coat, was shocked back to himself when Isla yanked off her mask. Such an act was so out of character that something must truly be monumentally wrong!

    “Isla! Isla what’s going on?!”

    “Eru! Eru-no, keep… fight-stop get out…” Hearing his voice bolstered her strength. Suddenly she could see everything clearly, and it had to stop right here, right now.

    “STOOOOOP!!” she shrieked, channeling all her spirit power and will into repelling the alien will from her mind. It worked with fortunate consequences as all the helmasaurs froze at once, some sliding to a halt. The coocoos and several townspeople also halted in confusion as the command touched their minds, including Dorom’s cronies. They looked about in confusion, and not a little fear.

    A second consequence was that she had a momentary view of the mind who was trying to control her, she felt she knew who it was, and yet, at the same time, they were a stranger.

    “Stop!” she said again, a command. Those helmasaurs nearest her looked her way, “Just…” Isla took a deep breath, legs threatening to give out from the effort. Her head hurt with the force of a migraine, and she thought she might soon be sick from it.

    “Isla! Isla” Eru heaved her mask up for her. The strings had snapped from its forceful removal, so she held it to her face with one hand. She was in the shadow of a building, so she hoped no one had gotten a good look at her face.

    “Get out of that house, all of you helmasaurs, right now, get out…! Oh…” as she wobbled closer she saw the target of the other Spirit wielder’s aim. She had felt his image impressed deeply into her consciousness. He looked even more vile and worthy of hatred than the guard who had accosted her that morning. Isla felt the other will attempt to channel her disgust.

    “Shut. Up.”

    Perhaps she didn’t need to speak out loud, Lady knew she must look a lunatic, but it felt more forceful to speak out loud.

    This was no good, she no longer had a forest wielder to translate the helmasaurs’ thoughts to her, and her own magic, after that flare up, was waning fast, she just had an impression of confusion and questioning, and maybe a little awe. She could work with the awe.

    “Alright, helmasaurs… just… sit down a minute… Someone’s been messing with us… all of us, and we need to take a moment to… to not smash, and just figure out who has been pushing us around and find them…. Yes, they are probably the one to smash… not… not Dorom, not the… knight” she hesitated there, still confused as to his particular state of being.

    Focus girl, you can do it!

    Isla wobbled again. Eru flew frantically about her, asking if she was alright.

    “I… I’d like… I call a truce…” she called weakly as she sat down a few yards from Dorom’s smashed in wall, “With the… the leader of this, ah… resistance effort.” Was that what one would call it? Despite the torchlight flickering across the area she tilted her mask just enough to let her hand slip in so she could rub one gloved hand over her face, beaded with cold sweat.

    Forcefully she bent the helmasaurs to her will, keeping them calm, awed, and not in a smashing mood.
     
  15. Vhailor was certainly thrown off guard, and the Helmasaurs milled around with the exhausted energy of those who were just forceably knocked out of a frenzy state, and realized just how tired they were. They shuffled out the door, trotting as quickly as they could. On their way out, they passed by a few of the others, who realized that being beaten with hammers and shovels was not fun, and it was time to go home to Mom.

    Even Dorom and his men stopped their advance on Vhailor, and for his part, he staggered to Isla to get his sword. "Thank you for not killing me with enraged helmasaurs anymore, but there is no resistance leader here. Unless you want to talk to him."

    He shot a thumb in Sheriff Dorom's direction. His illusion had dropped, and his red eyes were blazing with fury and defiance as he turned to Dorom. "Honestly, you are a waste of swordsmanship and martial power. Grass is more useful than you: at least that can feed animals."

    "Get out of my town, Stalfos, before I have you destroyed. I am feeling merciful-"

    "What did you just call me again?" Vhailor was physcially hurt, but not bad enough that he couldn't take some steps in Dorom's direction without realizing he had done so.

    "What? Do you prefer the term 'life-challenged,' treacherous husk?" Dorom was clearly losing his anger in favor of ridiculing Vhailor.

    "I am a Hylian soldier, fool, and am quite alive. Now if you will excuse me, I have a friend to check on. The one that tricked you. Try not to shoot me in the back while I do this thing. I know it is the one thing you are good at, but you should refrain from that. It is beneath you." Vhailor walked past Isla, and noticed a strange purple thread extending from the back of her head. When he stuck a hand through it, it passed through, but he got a bit of information. "Someone has put really dumb ideas into your head. Probably that resistance that you were talking about. That they would send a child to fight an adult's war..."

    His eyes flared red briefly, and then cooled down. Dorom actually went back up the stairs for his crossbow, and started to load it, but his three guards were clearly having some kind of conversation with him, trying to talk him out of it. Vhailor lifted up Chris. "You are not suited to headlong conflict like the rest of your kin, small Goron."

    "Where is the healer in this town?" Vhailor was lifting Chris up as he asked. "The faster he gets better, the faster we leave."

    Millie came running back, exhausted from fleeing from Helmasaurs. "Well...since Pierce is going to be busy taking care of everyone else, and since you don't need any help, you can just drop him off at my place to sleep it off."

    "I have several cracked ribs, and likely a concussion. But you are right - at the moment, I can still fight." Although that head injury was making his world ring, oddly enough. Likely battle excitement wearing off and making him feel injuries. "But why would you not think that I need aid, though-"

    Vhailor wobbled, and clutched his head with one hand, both from the actual head injury and psychological reasons. Old memories returned to him, and his mind started drawing an unacceptable conclusion about why he was just ignoring basic needs, and reactions others were having to him. He growled as he tried to stay upright, propping himself on a wall. Millie moved in and helped carry Chris off as Vhailor tried to regain his bearings. "I am not dead. I cannot be dead. I cannot be the thing I fight. Not while Castle Town is held by the enemy. And I am not my enemy."

    Dorom yelled a bit at his guards, and then aimed down to Isla for a second time. He knew Vhailor wasn't going to throw his shot off this time. "So why shouldn't I shoot you, small one? You brought these blasted things here, and they smashed up my mansion and have made me look bad! I don't need a truce if the only reason they are a threat to me is shot!"
     
  16. Isla

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    “I agree, very stupid ideas indeed,” Isla replied tiredly, “But you’re the one I want to talk to; your courage in heading the battle makes you leader enough for me.”

    She kindly did not comment on his state of being, that was a conversation for another time. But she felt an ache as her natural magic wanted to reach out and comfort him as his confusion and pain pulsed outwards. This was her element, not living beings.

    Dorom was one more word away from seriously angering Isla with her own pure anger, and not the tendrils still weakly, and hopelessly poking at her brain, still trying to get ahold again.

    “Look buster,” she said firmly, standing back up despite the migraine, “I have had just about enough of you, turning on the ONE, I repeat, the ONE MAN who was willing to stand between you and these stampeding helmasaurs puts you in a very precarious situation. Shoot me, and I can guarantee the helmasaurs will turn right around and continue what they set out to do. I, much like them, was just a puppet until I managed to break the spell and stop this madness.

    “As for you,” she pointed an accusing gloved finger at him, “You have shown your cowardly heart, and I am in no mood to pretend you wield any sort of power that must be appeased. I strongly recommend you pack your bags and get lost, these people clearly don’t need you, and if they’re as sick of you as I am just from this very brief encounter, then I can promise you they’re entirely ready and willing to tar and feather you before the night’s out.”

    “Isla! Don’t Aggravate him!” Eru pleaded, bobbing frantically in front of her, as if he could somehow ward off the crossbow’s tradjectory.

    There was, much to Isla’s surprised, a hostile rumble of assent. She had been afraid no one would be willing to agree, especially with it coming from the crazy girl with the helmasaurs who had until a moment ago, been attacking them.
     
  17. Chris Tewks

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    Chris woke up still groggy. Uh… How long was I out? He tried to recall what happened. Monsters. Village. Protect. Cuccos. “Cuccos!” He shouted as he tried to bolt upright, which was a bad idea considering the pain he was in. Instead he rolled onto his side, groaning in pain. When it finally subsided, he glanced around him at the battle field…? The Goron couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like all the helmasuars were retreating. We won? As he puzzled over these thoughts Vhailor stopped talking with the little girl and walked over to him. No, not a little girl. A Kokiri. He reminded himself, his thoughts getting clearer. “Greetings Vhal-” He grimaced in pain as he attempted to get up again. “It appears I'm in a little more injured than I thought,” He said cracking a smile. He welcomed his friend's assistance in rising. When Millie helped him shoulder the burden of standing, he graciously accepted it, though he refused to leave Vhailor’s side.

    When his friend began to realize who he really was, Chris didn't know what to do. I thought I could protect him. No, I thought I could use him. He chided himself, feeling guilty. “Are you alright?” He asked hesitantly. “I know this is going to be hard for you, but… I can help you get through it.” His mind raced trying to think of what he could say, of what he could do. He knew casting another illusion wasn't the answer. He would still know. Vhailor would still know. Only strangers wouldn't realize the monster in their midst. But Chris didn't care about strangers. I really do care about him. It was a strange feeling to the young Goron. He hasn't let someone into his life in any meaningful way since, well since Klork died. But even in his brief time with this confused Stalfos, he could tell that his friend cared for him and wanted to do the same.

    No more games. No more deception. If Chris was going to have another friend he'd be truthful with him. As long as that's what he wants. As long as he can handle it. He tried standing on his own to feet. He felt unsteady, but managed to not fall on his face. “We'll go find you latter,” He told Millie. After a brief examination to make sure he wouldn't keel over, she ran off. “Take your time Vhailor, I know this is a lot to handle.” His whole world must be crashing around him.
     
  18. "No." Vhailor glared to Dorom, looking past Chris and Isla, although he was speaking to Chris. His vision was blurring in and out, but he could still focus mentally. "I know where I stand, and what I am. Rest up, and let yourself heal. I may be marching out tomorrow morning, if I can, along with any willing to go with me."

    He knew the daylight was no longer his ally, regardless of what he thought, but he had already marched through it once, and was determined to end this village's problem - at least one of them, anyways. Vhailor strolled up toward Sheriff Dorom, who wasn't sure if he wanted to shoot Isla or not. The sheriff certainly didn't want to make a martyr out of this strange girl, as this forming mob might go from "tar and feather" to "tear to pieces and burn."

    "As for you, if you had the sense to send yourself and your men out with us, you could have reduced the damage to your house significantly." Vhailor's voice gave no indication of anything except cool anger. "I am not taking your job. I am errant now. I have a new mission now that my squad is confirmed as totally destroyed, and I will not remain no matter how pleasant this town may be at peace. What I want to do is ensure there are no new attacks coming, and that means attacking the Helmasaur lair, pending new intelligence. Stop treating my comrades and I as threats to you, and help us to help you."

    Dorom eyed Vhailor, Isla, and the still forming mob, and put his crossbow down, and gestured to Isla. "Fine. What about her? Are you going to stop me from arresting her."

    Vhailor glanced to her, thinking about what his eyes had seen, that strange thread he had seen. "I think the creatures were being influenced by her, and she was being controlled herself. I do not know what ended the control, or what started it."

    He had no idea how in the world he knew that, though. To be fair, Vhailor had never been instructed in magic, so it was never an area of interest to him. He spoke to Isla. "I am Vhailor, knight errant and wearer of the black. My companion is Chris, a goron of many talents. This is the town of Dorom, clearly named after the one who takes an interest in its well-being. You will not be going to jail, unless you wish it. But I need your help to determine our next action."

    He now looked to Dorom, and his voice was cold as a tomb. "You will be arresting no one, and I am raising my price. You will grant me unfettered access to your resources to solve your problem. Until I am gone, I am in command here, by force of arms, unless you want to use that sword of yours to establish that you should be in control."

    The forming mob became uneasy at Vhailor's presumption, and Sheriff Dorom's hand dropped to his blade, as he very carefully weighed his odds against this wounded Stalfos. His pride was at war with his self-preservation instincts. He had just witnessed Vhailor fight and defeat four Helmasaurs almost single handedly, and then consider fighting four more and his own guard with no weapons without even considering the option of asking for mercy. One of Dorom's guard spoke up, halberd's still ready. "You know boss, we could just toss him out of town and end the problem right here. He can't take us all on."

    Again, Dorom and Vhailor spoke at the same time. "Try it./No!"

    Dorom's hand dropped away from his blade, and he gave a small bow. "The people have clearly spoken. You will get what you need, if I can give it. The Dorom family coffers are open, and will be paying for the town repairs as a first priority."
     
  19. Isla

    Isla I see dead people
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    “Isla, um… Kokiri, explorer and student of knowledge…” she replied tiredly with a nod, “My fairy Eru.” she gestured with her free hand to the fairy. If she wasn’t feeling so awful she would have found the knight’s formalities mildly amusing.

    “Pleasure. Despite circumstances.” Eru said dryly. If one could see past his glow they would note him watching the stalfos with unabashed curiosity. He glanced from the stalfos to Isla a couple times pointedly, and she shook her head minutely at him.

    Not the time.

    “I’ll do what I can to make up for this terrible mess on my part,” Isla continued, standing back up with a wobble, “I was taken in too easily by another spirit wielder. I’ll… I’ll elaborate once we have some sort of strategy meeting going. At the moment I seem to be suffering some side affects of breaking free of their will… So I’d like to take a moment to be sick somewhere quiet, unless there’s a healer or potionmaster in the area who can help ease the migraine I have acquired.”

    As she spoke she wandered towards the nearest alley, hand reaching for a wall or something to brace against. She felt more and more that barfing was inevitable.

    At least the other spirit wielder had finally stopped poking at her and had withdrawn. For the time being.
     
  20. The night passed, the villagers returned to their homes, or what was left of them for the moment, to celebrate being alive. They actually felt pretty good once Dorom retired for the night, Isla went off to 'catch her breath' and Vhailor...well.

    "I'll be fine, Chris. I need to get some questions answered is all. Get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow." He did not follow Isla. If he felt nausea, he might be doing the same thing, but instead he simply felt a burning drive for answers.

    He walked back to the local church and knocked. There was actually quite a bit of social activity there, and it parted silently for Vhailor's passage. He didn't honestly care at the moment, and he looked for the old priest, who was sitting down and drinking some tea with others. "Pierce, correct?"

    "Ah, the hero of the hour. And hopefully not aiming to become a lord." Pierce smiled faintly as he took another sip from his cup. "How can I help you?"

    "How long has it been since Castle Town was seized by the enemy?" Vhailor was not in the mood to focus on games or distractions. He caught a lot in Pierce's words, but refused to be diverted.

    Pierce put the cup down. "Excuse us, friends. This will take my full attention, as our skeletal warrior has some catching up to do."

    The others on the chairs opposite bid Pierce farewell and left. Once they were gone, Pierce's face lost its smile. "Fifty years, almost."

    Vhailor stood there silently taking that in, and doing math in his mind. "Even accounting for darkness, I was not in the sewers for that long. I didn't take fifty years to dig a tunnel."

    Pierce shrugged. "I don't know what you have seen or experienced, Vhailor. But that is how long it has been. Judging from the sounds of things, you have missed a lot. The retreat from Castle Town, the death of the king, the pollution of-"

    "His majesty is dead? What of the heir, Zelda?" Vhailor was hit harder by that then by the news that he himself was not as alive as he believed.

    "Vhailor, really - you need to let me finish first, or else you will be here all night. I need sleep, unlike you, and I do not appreciate interruptions. Understand?" Pierce was being very patient, but firm in his tone. Vhailor returned to his prior emotional state, and crossed his arms defensively. "Very well. Continue. No further questions until invited to ask."

    "Where was I?" Pierce thought for a moment, and then smiled again. "Right. The pollution of the Zora's home and the creation of Midoro Swamp, the death of the Deku Tree, and even the signing of the White Peace. All of these events, and more, have happened in the last fifty years."

    "The heir. Where is she?" Vhailor considered this question to be the most important one of many on his mind.

    "Gone. Not dead, just disappeared, along with the Hero and the Warlock. All three vanished, and have not been seen since." Vhailor felt his head wound act up again, and sat down. He didn't even need to breath, and he still felt the need to unhitch his helmet and remove it, baring his skull to everyone at long last. He took a deep breath he did not need, and exhaled, a bit of dust coming up. Pierce covered his face with a cloth, and continued. "The goddesses are rather distant these days. They are not gone, thankfully, but I do not feel their presence like I used to. I treat their symbols as you would treat a standard, and I reverse it, hoping they will see it one day and ask me what is wrong. I fear I may be called to their presence first, and I fear I will not get the answer and live to tell another."

    Vhailor put his head in his hands. "So we lost. Hyrule is destroyed, a forsaken shell of the glory I fought for."

    Pierce put a hand on Vhailor's shoulder. "Hyrule is its people, and always will be. They still live, scattered, divided, and less certain of their present and future, but Hyrule lives. Do you need a moment?"

    "Yes." Vhailor gently brushed off Pierce's hand. "I do. I will...ask more later. My head hurts."

    "I'll bet. The back of it is cracked open. You got hit rather hard, and I'm afraid no one here can fix...well..." He gestured to all of Vhailor. "This. So, take a moment to rest. I'll see to it you have some peace and quiet while you think. Just...don't smash up my house if you feel a bit of irrational and violent anger coming upon you. Take it outside, please."

    Vhailor simply put his head in his hands again and sighed as he was left to think about what he was going to do next, an eye of avoidance at a small social gathering. He no longer had any purpose beyond the immediate mission of helping this village. His new form was fitting, in his eyes - a dead warrior loyal to a dead kingdom.
     
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