#esis

We've got us a whole pile of beans! Thank you to everyone who sent me some critters to dumplinfy! Enjoy the beans!

Sardon @songs-of-the-windfish

Vehmor @leapingstarlight

Who both requested their beans with my boy Fjord!

Nava @axidentshappen

Odeita @theyumemod

Gero @anivethia

Esis @gargoylesister

Esrida @silvergrovezelda

Midday had come to pass on the Shattered Mast Keys, and with it came that same blazing tropical heat that kept guests in the shade all day yesterday. The cloud cover that had governed the earliest day’s match had given way to bright, clear skies, and nary a cloud provided shade for fighter nor spectator alike from the sun.

Half an hour had passed since the end of the last match; roughly half of that time had involved S.M.A.S.H. Event Coordinators slowly persuading its latest victor to move his showboating duff off the Arena. Vuk’s portrait had officially replaced Chanticleer’s on the Farore Class wall, and the pair of torches around the Marked One’s own had been ceremonially snuffed to mark his elimination from the tournament. 

With half of the Farore Class semifinalists now determined, a short break had been issued to give everyone a breather. The glee of seeing two flash-stepping, teleporting participants sparring off against one another had petered off, and an air of anticipation rose to rise as spectators returned to their seats. Visitors were already clutching merchandise starring the latest victors in their hands, and tykes were already bashing tattered dolls with hastened facsimiles of Balali’s hat into suspiciously well-finished peacock statuary. Similarly, banana smoothies were flying off counters, being purchased by the pint despite the efforts of those Perfectly Normal Hylians trying to hoard them from consumption in the back. To their eternal chagrin, the sounds of jingling rupees were too enticing to their opportunistic brethren.

As guests returned to their seats, S.M.A.S.H.’s reigning announcer finished off his own drink (a mixture of honey, ginger, and lemon). Rising from his seat where he had been conversing with Chell, he rolled his eyes at the distant cat-calling from a certain separate Din-class warrior and took to the skies, alerting fans and fighters alike to his presence. They pointed and cheered, bringing everyone’s attention toward him in ways that even his own bellicose voice could not.

“HOW! ARE! YOU ALL! DOIIIIIIIIING!” he bellowed, most assuredly causing seafarers around the islands to look quizzically in their direction. “ARE YOU READY FOR MORE! FARORE! FIGHTING?!”

The answering roar probably earned a triple-take from the high seas all around. 

“ALL RIIIIIIIGHT!”

Rather than take his place along the dais as usual, Ruidoso reached for his mallets mid-flight and hurled them at the ceremonial kettle drum beneath him. They hit their target with perfect synchronicity, bouncing back directly over it and landing once more for a strongly syncopated rhythm. The fires about the Farore Class tournament wall’s fifth and sixth portraits blazed ever higher in response, indicating the latest pair of fighters who had approached the arena.

“Let’s start our afternoon with some more rook-tastic fun, shall we?” Ruidioso continued, turning about mid-glide to mimic relaxing in a barcalounger. “After all, one of the entrants for Nayru Class had never once stepped foot in Shattered Mast’s venerated arena before! And yet - AND YET! Their hunger for excellence brought them within spitting distance of the Championship itself!”

The crowd’s reaction was certainly evidence of this: cheers erupted across the Amphitheater’s seats, with guests tucking limbs into their sleeves and pumping their others in support of their new Nayru-class competitor.

“And just who is our latest Rookie of the Weight Class?” Ruidoso asked. “Well, FEAST your eyes upon this entrant from Lurelin itself: our FIRST Gerudo to have a go at the S.M.A.S.H. Trophy this year! Don’t let her inexperience in the ring fool you: this proud warrior has an expert’s license in crowd control, and knows how to rake in the heaviest of lunkers! Distinguished guests of the Shattered Mast Keys allow me the honor of debuting the latest hero to join our ranks: the Geru-dame, of Lurelin Fame, IFORAAAAAAAAAAA!” @songs-of-the-windfish

“Ifora will have her work cut out, though…for her first opponent is SURE to put even the WILDEST of her fish stories to shame! Yes, competing against Ifora is an old favorite of the S.M.A.S.H. Roster - for the bookies, if no one else!”

There was some slightly less enthusiastic cheering for the second figure, though a merry ripple of laughter coursed through the more businesslike of the fans among the audience. Clearly, someone’s win/loss reputation had preceded him.

“But don’t expect an easy win for either of these two, for I’ve got it on good authority that THIS old boy’s been on a training mission from hell! Yes, our boy here knows how to take a hit - and he’s more ready to duke it out than ever! Shattered Mast, won’t you please give a proper Hero’s Welcome to the indomitable, inCOMPorable, Mr. Perfect Powerhouse himself, EEEEESIIIIIIIIIS?!” @gargoylesister

“The fighters have approached, the scene is set! The sun is BLAZING hot - though not NEARLY as hot as the fire in THESE WARRIOR’S HEARTS! Get ready for a SCORCHING battle between these two, as they duke it out for their place in the Farore Class Semifinals, starting in THREE…”

“TWO…”

“ONE…”

dongggggggggg

“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Oh it's on like Donkey Kong

Kaska (Agra19) isn't actually part of this story-- actually, this story is set in an AU of Axidentshappen's that has its own cool story & characters-- but maybe after everything is done Castov would try to get her to try some of the Hylian delicacies he stumbles across.  Everyone likes pastries, right? But… maybe certain people shouldn't be eating them 👀

I'm just here having fun leading everyone on a silly goose chase. Also pardon my mistakes, i didnt feel like fixing them :/Also a friend gave me an idea about how to tie in Marina to my other comic (that she was made for), and create the next boss monster in the story.That's Link's shitty dad from my main line comic >:3

Castletown Murder Mystery [6]

Art by me @cidsin Artfight 2024 - @artfight

And the for now last batch :)) Finished filling the sketch book!!! Which brought us 50 attacks and revenges... While I forgot sometimes to declare one as a revenge on the art fight page X.x meh!

Esis belongs to @werewolfsister

Okorie belongs to Elythe

Freddy belongs to Akomachi

Bazil belongs to Bemsiconic

The Lamb belongs to @candy-fae