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Discussion in 'East Hyrule Field' started by Rachel Tosh, Dec 29, 2017.

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    “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” Adam thought. “It was supposed to be an honourable and friendly duel!”


    Of course he couldn’t see what was going on anymore with the wall of rock that was now separating both Adam and Gil from the duel. He wasn’t sure about what Gorehide had meant by the two of them getting antsy and wanting to interrupt the duel. They weren’t doing anything of the sort. Was Gorehide just losing his mind out there? Adam couldn’t tell and a part of Adam didn’t want to know what was going inside of that Goron’s head.


    “You got it!” Adam shouted as he moved to get in position to give Gil a boost up and hopefully over the rock barrier. It appeared that they were going to have to save Rachel’s life from a very angry Gorehide he just hoped that Gil had what it took to stop Gorehide from killing Rachel and not end up as a casualty as well.
     
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    As she prepared, Gill sheathed her sword and pulled out her hunting knife. The sword had been too cumbersome for her to get it into the stony walls, but a knife she could put more driving force into.

    "Ho--boy." she saw the air begin to waver as heat breached the wall's confines. With a yell she dashed forward. Leaping on Adam's shoulders she felt him surge beneath her and their combined strength sent her up further than before. She was almost at the top and only had to jamb her knife in for an extra hold to hoist herself up the last couple feet.

    Pulling herself onto the top of the wall, Gill nearly stumbled over backwards as a wave of heat hit her face. Throwing an arm before her face she tried to peer in and assess the situation.

    "Rachel! Rachel!" she called frantically, not immediately seeing the light mage as her eyes roved over the chaos. She had to dodge as fire slammed into the wall and licked up to singe her eyebrows. "Rachel!" she called again.
     
  3. Rachel Tosh

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    Rachel's breath came in quick, shuddering gasps. Panic drummed within her as Gorehide came out of his roll, and she held as perfectly still as she could, hoping, praying that it would be enough. Her illusion was flimsy. What if he saw through it? What if he shook the earth and she fell over? She was out of tricks. Every illusion had failed her, and he had shrugged her Spirit magic off like an oxen flicked away a fly. There was nothing else she could do. She'd known that from the start, had even planned for it, but now? After seeing his rage, his uncontrolled passion, after hearing his threats, after he had created a wall to block them off from the only witnesses of the duel? He'll kill me, she thought, her heart pounding with treacherously loud beats, he'll kill me if he finds me. Hiding was all she had left. He was right- she was a mouse, a mouse facing a rabid dog, and she was running out of corners to scurry into.

    Gorehide didn't seem to see her. The toll her spells had taken was starting to wear on her, but this illusion was simple. If he couldn't find her, maybe she could hide until he gave in. Maybe-

    Gorehide's hand burst alight. No. He pointed it at the ground. No, please. He set fire to the grass. No!

    The dry grass erupted instantly into flames. Smoke billowed up as fire swept greedily out from Gorehide, swallowing up patch after patch of grass and blazing a great swath of burning orange and red across the ground. Rachel staggered back, furiously backpedaling away from the heat and the flames. "No! No!" Had she screamed that? She was supposed to be hiding! But- that fire! For a moment she warred with herself, torn between fear of Gorehide seeing her and fear of the fire raging across the earth, but then Gorehide screamed. He shot burst after burst of flame about himself, and Rachel was screaming too, and she had dropped the illusion and was running, stumbling over rocks and roots in the ground as she ran from the fire and the crazed, insane Goron behind her.

    She ran from the flames, but the fire Gorehide was throwing now seemed neither controlled nor contained. A dozen more grassfires were born around him and raced out to consume the earth, joining with each other and merging into a homogenous hellscape of fire and smoke. There was no clear path away from the flames now, she had been too close to the Goron and the fires were too many and spreading too fast. She ran, and she was crying, big, fat tears and gut wrenching sobs ripping out of her as she gasped and ran and fled from the heat that was now pressing all about her. Fire loomed up on all sides, and she staggered back, tripping and falling to the ground. She crawled, and scrabbling furiously against the grass, which gave way to dirt- the road! It had cut through the corner of the arena when she'd set the boundaries of the duel. She quickened her pace. The road would slow the fire; if she made it far enough, maybe- her hand smacked against stone that rose high into the smoke. The wall. She had reached the corner of the stone wall Gorehide had erected. The road was barely a dozen paces behind her. The stretch of dirt would slow the fire, but she knew deep in her heart that it would soon leap across and consume her. She would burn, her skin sizzling and melting, her eyes popping, she would fall, blackened and smoking, and death would take her once again.

    Rachel screamed. She ripped her voice raw as she cried for help, but her voice was lost in the roar of the flames. The smoke choked her, and she fell to her knees, coughing, crying, sobbing, gasping for breath. She screamed again, but it was weaker, she couldn't put enough breath behind it. She pressed herself to the ground, sucking in what good air there was, snot running out her nostrils and mingling with her tears on the ground below. The fire was getting closer. In desperation she threw her hand up and channeled all her magic, everything she had, every drop of energy she could pull from her body, the earth, her very soul, funneling it all into a single spell, her last hope.

    Light exploded from her hand and burst into the sky. Her hand shook as she poured all that she had, all that she could find, into it, and the light blazed brighter and brighter, changing colors as she forced more and more of her energy into it. It seemed that she could almost hear the light vibrating the smoke, and her hand and arm quivered with the power of it. Unable to fight the maniac screaming through the smoke; unable to protect herself from the fire raging ever closer; unable in the smallest way to save herself; powerless. Helpless. Rachel did the only thing she could and cast her hope to the winds, praying that someone, anyone, would see her Light and come.

    The seconds passed. Her strength bled away. Rachel's arm dropped, limp and lifeless. She couldn't move it at all. She tried to push more magic out of her, but there was nothing, not even a flicker of warmth left. The light dimmed. Now there was only the darkness of smoke and the fury of fire. Rachel lowered her head to the ground, coughing, and curled up in the corner of the wall. She felt heat grow to her back. Had the fire crossed over? She didn't look.

    "Help," she moaned. "Please." Help. She begged. It was what she always did, it was all she could do. She didn't have any power. She couldn't do anything, even now when her life depended on it. She could only beg and pray. "Help." The heat grew stronger behind her. Rachel started to cry again, but she was out of tears. It was as if the flames had sucked all the moisture out of her. Her sobs were dry as she sent a final prayer to the Goddesses. Din, give me strength. Nayru, give me grace. Farore, give me courage.

    The fire reached her, and she screamed.
     
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    There!

    Light bursting into the air just down the wall and around the corner! The brilliance caused Gill to flinch and shy away before she took off along the wall. Pulling out her sheathed blade she tossed it aside and unwrapped the long red sash around her waist. Dousing it with the water from her canteen she slid to a stop as she heard Rachel scream.

    “I’m here!” she yelled, lowering the sash down, slapping it against the wall above Rachel to gain her attention.

    She had to turn her face away from the flames long enough to get a breath of air before she leaned over the side and shouted for all she was worth.

    “Rachel! Get up! Grab hold!”

    She wasn’t one for praying, but the situation warranted a little begging to the divines, albeit with some not so prayerful swearing tagged on the end, as she hoped that Rachel was not already unconscious
     
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    Gorehide continued to bellow in rage. The voice would not be silent. A few tears began to roll down Gorehide's cheeks and blood continued to drip out of his nose. He was consumed by his rage. Nothing could bring him out of it, not-

    Suddenly, he saw a bright flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He turned to the source. finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Gorehide saw Rachel. But Gorehide also saw the large flames that threatened to kill her.
    "Why show mercy now, Gorehide? Don't you want to kill every Hyrulean to avenge your lord? Maybe that genocide will bring him back to life? Do you think the gods will bring him back to life out of there lifeless bodies? Their charred remains? Their crushed bones? You are nothing but a-"
    "Enough!" Gorehide heard a voice he had not heard in a long time.
    "Lord Charcoal?"
    "This is not the time for formalities Gorehide! You made an honorable agreement to not kill her, and instead, as usual, you let your rage consume you. End this duel at once!"
    "But-"
    "I do not want to hear it! End this duel at once! Neither of you have won! Do not kill her! She is merely a messenger girl, Gorehide!"
    "... Yes, my lord." responded to the voice that only he could hear. Gorehide put his arms out and shouted, "ENOUGH!" The walls collapsed, falling into a pile of rocks which Gorehide quickly channeled. He made them roll all around him, choking out the flames. The grass was ruined in a square shape in the ground as rock debris surrounded it.

    Gorehide slowly approached Rachel, blood and ash covering his face. He returned his hammer to its proper pace on his waist. He coughed and blood flew out. He ignore this as he continued to approach Rachel. Eventually, he was within striking distance of Rachel. He knelt down to meet her, blood dripping from his stone beard as if it were water dripping from a stalactite. He opened his mouth, blood covered his teeth. "Look, I think this duel is a draw." He said uncharacteristically. "You cannot injury me and I cannot control my temper. I believe we have reached a stalemate. So, I ask you a simple question, we can either part ways and concede that we are equals or we can travel together as..." He coughed again, though this seemed fake as he said something under his breath. "A team." Gorehide seemed oddly genuine about the whole offer. The rage machine from a few seconds prior was no where to be seen. Nor was the deceitful, bloodthirsty, warmonger. Gorehide sounded genuine and kind, he seemed to not want any harm to come to Rachel. The two spectators could easily notice that he was ignoring them entirely. Either he did not realize they were there or he did not care.
     
  6. Rachel Tosh

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    Rachel gazed up at Gorehide with dazed eyes. The fire was gone, the wall fallen, and the air now filled with dust from the rubble instead of smoke. High above the last trails of smoke curled up into the sky, but their source was extinguished, the fire put out by the remnants of the wall. The fire was gone, but the pain remained, a burning, throbbing pain across her back where the flames had reached her. She had screamed herself hoarse from the pain, and when she spoke now her words came out in a ragged whisper. "There was a woman," she said, then coughed. "Where?" She tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but her left arm stayed limp and unresponsive on the ground. It wasn't burned, it was just lying there. She got her right arm underneath her and heaved, but her muscles shook, and she didn't have the strength.

    Her vision blurred, and she slumped to the ground. She was so tired. Exhaustion clung to her bones and weighed her down. Her whole back throbbed, and there was nothing more she wanted to do than fall asleep here on the grass. But no, there had been a woman, she hadn't imagined it. She'd called to Rachel before the fire had reached her, had lowered a sash down for her to grab, but Rachel had only been able to get one hand up to grab it, and she hadn't the strength to hold on. She'd crumpled to the grass, had failed to even lift herself out of danger, had just lain there for the precious few seconds left until the fire had reached her. Until the pain came. It had been brief, thank the Goddesses. Gorehide had put it out before it could consume her. But her screams, the pain... how long had it gone on?

    The woman. What had happened to her? Her voice had come from the wall, and that was scattered into rubble. How far had she fallen? Rachel lifted her head and tried to call out to her, but the effort sent her into a coughing fit. She looked up at Gorehide. A stalemate? How was this a stalemate? She had lost. Gorehide had chased her around the arena and then almost burned her to death. If he wanted he could crush her right now, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She was exhausted, her arm was unresponsive, and she was completely drained of magic. Even if she had a few drops of power left, what good would it do her? Gorehide had won this battle, so why was he calling it a stalemate? Yet there was something in the Goron's voice, and through her struggle to stay conscious she recognized the meaning behind his words. It was hard for her to grasp in her beleaguered state, but she knew something had changed within him. Gorehide was offering a chance to learn as equals. Rachel took that chance. In a ragged voice she said, "I accept. There is much to the world I don't understand. I would see what you have to show me." She coughed again. "And maybe I can show you something too. But- the woman." What was her name? Rachel didn't know. "She was on the wall when it fell."
     
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    Flat on her stomach, her mind panicking over whether to save herself or jump down and attempt to heave Rachel over the wall in a last fruitless endeavor. Gill was blessedly, but painfully saved from having to make the choice when said wall abruptly collapsed from underneath her.

    With a yell she landed hard on the collapsed stonework, the breath knocked completely out of her. Before she could recover she was borne around Rachel and towards the fire. She bumped painfully along before the rocks finally came out from under her and left her on the burnt earth. She lay stunned, the world blurring in and out of darkness as her body and mind reeled from the shock.

    As her lungs began painfully working again she became aware of the bruising she had sustained and a gash on her chin, as well as blood welling up in her mouth from where she had bitten her tongue on the initial impact.

    "Ackeh!" she spat out blood and put her hands underneath herself to push herself up. One hand still held onto the scarf, knuckles also bleeding, "Iff i’ over?" she asked thickly, feeling for a sword that wasn’t there. Not that she thought she could do much after being avalanched partway into the arena.
     
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    The wall had fallen and the battle was over. Adam wasn't sure if the result would really be considered a stalemate, but he was glad that Rachel was okay and Gorehide didn't end up killing Rachel. “Gil!” He shouted as he stood up and ran towards her. “Hey! Are you okay?” He noticed that she had spit up blood onto the ground.



    Adam knew that she wasn't OK. Sure she probably wouldn't die from this, but she wasn't going to be very happy for a while. Still she was willing to stick her neck out for Rachel and was a quick thinker under pressure. He went to help Gil up. It was the least that he could do for her after all, she was the one who quickly decided to help Rachel while he stood by idle in shock from being made a witness to a duel that quickly went out of control.



    Adam extended his hand to Gil. “Here, take my hand. I'll help you up.” He said and waited for Gil to take his hand.
     
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    Gorehide looked around. The onlookers were in the middle of the arena instead of outside of it; one with their jaw bleeding. "The woman is fine." He said, without a hint of actually caring. They were to stay out of the action, but decided against it. Their injuries were their own fault. Gorehide lifted Rachel over his shoulder, which was still quite hot. He began scanning the surrounding area for Rachel's horse, which had decided to run off to a patch of grass, nearly running off into the wilds. Gorehide sighed and began carrying Rachel towards the horse, not really taking any care to make sure she was comfortable.

    After a few hundred paces, Gorehide finally reached the horse, which seemed to pay no mind to him. Stepping through the long grass, the horse finally raised its head. Gorehide lifted Rachel off his shoulder and onto the horse, giving a hard pat to her back. "There you go, back on your horse. I guess you want to head back to the Order now, huh? Do you need me to escort you there or do you want to ride solo?" Gorehide asked mainly to determine if he should follow her with her knowing or without her knowing. He did not really care how she answered, he was not letting her get herself killed. If she wanted him, then he had to take responsibility. If not, he just had to stay hidden.
     
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    Rachel barely had a moment to register his words before he'd grabbed her and hauled her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. The pain from the burns on her back flared, and she had to grit her teeth together to keep from screaming again. She caught a wild glimpse of Adam standing beside the woman, his hand outstretched, before Gorehide dropped her onto her horse. She started to speak, but then he smacked her on the back. Right on her burns. She shuddered, a traitorous whimper slipping out between her teeth, and waited for the darkness around her vision to recede before responding.

    "Rauru isn't far," she said, her voice hoarse and ragged. "I... thank you, but. The horse, she'll be fine." Did that make sense? Did it matter? Deep down she knew she shouldn't travel on her own, but at the moment, all she wanted to do was get away from this scene of fire and ashes, and most importantly, away from the volatile loose cannon of rock and muscle that was Gorehide. She would travel with him, but not now. Not yet. In her weakened state, she was terrified he'd change his mind at the drop of a hat again, and there would be nothing she could do if a sudden mood swing urged him to commit violence against her. She tried to sit up straight and proud, but her back screamed at the stretch and she slumped over the neck of the horse again. "I look forward to traveling together," she said. She coughed. Goddesses, her throat hurt. "I will contact you when I... when it is time." She nudged her horse with her knees, and they began to move down the road and away from the fallen boulders and scorched grass. "Yes. Until then." Her voice was getting heavy, almost drowsy. She leaned her head against the horse's neck. Just to rest a little while they walked.

    No. Rachel shook her head, trying to rouse herself. She couldn't rest yet. There was something she needed to do first. Though her body screamed at her to set her head down and close her eyes, she forced herself to nudge the horse to the side and towards the middle of the arena, where Adam and the woman were. Her pride urged her to sit up straight despite the pain, but she was so tired! There was nothing for it, she would have to look weak a little longer. "Thank you," she said, "for helping me." She noted the woman's wounds. They didn't seem serious, but they were noticeable and likely painful. "If you come to Rauru, go to the Order. I will tell the healers to treat you, free of charge or obligation." She smiled. It was a genuine expression, though exhausted and tinged with pain. "I won't forget how you came to help me," she said. "If you ever need anything, send me word." A wave of dizziness swept over her, and she leaned further onto her horse. "I'm going on ahead," she said, her words slightly muddled. "I need to get away. The horse knows to... to follow the road. Rauru isn't far. Adam... I hope you find your mother. May the Goddesses watch over you both, and may Rauru illumine your way."

    With that, drained and rapidly losing her grip on consciousness, she turned her horse and nudged it back towards the road to Rauru. She desperately needed sleep. She leaned her head against the horse's neck surrendered to the darkness. Her eyes drifted shut. The last thing she was aware of before sliding into sleep was a sense of satisfaction. Her papers, the recording of Gorehide's interview, was safe in her saddlebags. She had gotten an interview with a Dragmiran soldier, and now she had an in to a whole separate culture. What revelations awaited her? I did it, she thought, her mind swirling away into dreams, I did something great. I succeeded.

    It was just too bad she'd gotten burned in the process.

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    [[I think that's it! Thanks guys for this thread! It was crazy and unexpected and a lot of fun. I'm gonna hop over to "Queries Most Queer." I look forward to RP'ing with y'all again! There are some neat character things going on here I think it'd be cool to explore later. See you around! l(^_^) ]]
     
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    Gill glanced hazily at the offered hand and started to protest the help on account of being just mad enough at the state she was in to attempt to clamber to her feet on her own. But she spat more blood, swallowed her pride, and took it.

    "Wot the goron said...I'm fine... I'm fine... juth really--oof--thorry," as she gained her feet she wobbled against Adam a moment, "Juth really pithfft... piffthht..mm... Irritated." she finished when her swelling tongue refused to let her properly express her distaste with the whole situation and how pissed she was.

    She was still wobbling as the Mage approached her from atop her horse. Gill wasn't certain how to take the thanks considering she hadn't done anything in the end. Honestly she felt humiliated, and a little bit like maybe she wanted to give the goron a piece of her mind, distasteful as it would be to string multiple words together even without a sore tongue to boot.

    But, like it would do any good, the guy was unlikely see the error of his ways just because another annoying little Hylian started yapping at him. Mostly she wanted to stab him multiple times to emphasize her words on that error she was so acutely aware of. But alas, it could not be so in this world.

    She listened, glancing at Rachel once or twice, but mostly the horse's knees occupied her line of vision.

    "I didn't... really..." was about all the response she could muster. I didn't do anything, Lady! Don't... be like this... just... yes, go... everybody go away now please.... goddess I just wanted to fight bandits! How did I get in this... yes, go away, bye....

    Feeling small and wishing to not be the one paid attention to in any capacity, Gill was relieved when Rachel turned to leave, but also now concerned for her well-being as she watched Rachel slump so.

    She also became aware that she was still gripping Adam's hand, her other braced on his shoulder to keep herself up.

    Painfully she disengaged, letting the weight settle back on her own feet. Goddess, everything hurt!
     
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    Gorehide watched Rachel off, her falling asleep on the back of her horse. He began to walk into the near by woods, perpendicular to the path that Rachel was taking. He was going to keep a good distance so he could keep an eye on Rachel. He held his shoulders high as he slowly walked off into the woods. In reality, he too was reeling. While Rachel did not actually do any physical damage to Gorehide, he had used his magic far to sparingly. The near hour straight of rock searching would require a few hours rest in of itself. However, the completely reckless use of his magic for what were essentially shows of power for his stone throne and a quickly made forge plus the unadulterated rage that influenced his offensive magic made it much worse. On top of that, he was quicker to tire than he remembered being. It had been a few years since he last had to use magic offensively. Usually his size, hammer, and a single burning had discouraged any would be assailants. And even if he was attacked, he usually made quick work of them with his hammer and rarely had to resort to anything more than a single burning hand or a moving rock. It had been over a decade since he had to use that much offensive magic at once. While Gorehide felt old and considered himself quite wise, he was still technically a young adult. His magic may still be quite immature or maybe it had burnt its brightest when he was younger. Whatever the reason, Gorehide hated the feeling. He was probably going to rest for a few days to sleep off the burnout. However, when the burnout subsides, he will begin training himself once more. He would get his magic back to what it was decades prior.

    Though he had a sneaking suspicion as to what made him actually tire so quickly, his emotional state. While that much rage was not too uncommon for Gorehide, that much guilt and expressed rage was unusual for him. He conceded not because he doubted that he could defeat Rachel, which he physically did, but because he had lost emotionally and mentally. He was mentally a wreck, and he had been for years. This was the best example of his magical talents becoming much more unrefined since the war. He could easily attribute it to him being rusty, but he saw a minor decrease in his control over his magic after Lord Charcoal's death. He went to go meditate on this by himself.


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    “There we go.” Adam said. “I'm glad you're okay. It was still quite the fall.”



    Adam put his arm back down when Gil had moved to stand by herself again. He was almost at his destination now and he was going to ask around to see if he could get any more information about where his mother might be. It had been a long, and strange journey to the city and he was glad that it was going to be coming to an end soon.



    He smiled as he turned and began to walk on the road again before quickly turning back around. “You're free to come with me if you want, Gil.” He had said to her “I won't stop you if you decide to come with me.” He had turned back around and started to walk again, not waiting to see if she was going to follow him or not. For some reason he thought that her answer was going to be a hard “no” but he wasn't sure why he thought that way.
     

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