Post by Merlin The Wizard on Feb 2, 2014 8:32:03 GMT
[OOC: Sorry about the delay. Been a long week.
Posting order will be decided by whomever posts after this. I'll be NPCing the Caravan and the Enemies on my Staff account. I'll post details for how defending the civilians and supplies will work next round, when the first wave of Moblins arrive.
Oh, also, everyone gets a Horse for the Quest. But you don't get to keep them! They're for this quest only.]
Once, the fields of Hylia were a welcome site to, well, everyone. Not because they were particularly pleasing to the eyes; They were just fields of grass. So unless you're into nature and shit, they were simply gentle, rolling hills, just as beautiful and just as boring as the next ones you saw. And the next. And the next. Seriously, there were a lot of grassy hills. No, the reason people liked these fields in particular was because they were safe. In close proximity to Hyrule Castle itself, the fields were something of a "Front Lawn" to the kingdom, and as such were very closely guarded. People could come and go as they pleased, and feel comfortable. Secure.
Everything changed when the castle was attacked. [ICOULDNTHELPITIMSORRY.]
Sure, the fields still looked the same. As grassy and boring as ever. In the midst of the day, you could hardly tell anything was wrong. But there was an uneasiness about them now; No more knights guarding the roads. No more fellow travelers every so often, to exchange pleasantries and stories of roads shared. Now the fields held only one thing in abundance; A still, nothingness. The kind that unsettled you; Like everything was too quiet. Well, that and grass.
Seriously, there was a lot of grass. You could probably hide Rupees in the damn stuff.
"Alright, you lot. We're headin' out soon, and I don't want to hear any of yer damn belly-achin' when we're on the move! Brings on the bad luck. Not to mention it's irritatin' as hell."
A rough, coarse voice rang out, piercing the uneasy silence the rest of the meek fellows in the caravan shared. There were five of them; six counting the man who just spoke. Three sat on horses, surrounding three tented carts; Each filled with boxes containing various items. Food, weapons, armor, potions. You name it, it was there. The front cart was driven by the elder man who led the caravan, while each of the ones behind was led by another person. Their number was few, but considering how deathly afraid people were of venturing anywhere close to the castle in the last few days, it was to be expected. They each shuffled forward, nodding or responding faintly in acknowledgement to his words.
"Just waitin' on the help, then, eh? Best not keep us waitin' for long; Goddess forbid they flake on us! I lent them so damn good horses for this, and I intend to get'im back!"
