#unionized-shopkeep

@unionized-shopkeep asked: 'My duty is to my people.' medieval/fantasy sentence starters

“As it should be.” 

Surely he did not expect her answer to be anything but the one that she gave? It was the same answer she herself would have given, though her definition of ‘my people’ might have been a bit more broad than his.

“You are a leader amongst the Half-foot people, which means they look to you for various things: guidance, protection, evolution, and much, much more. A good leader will always put their people first and devote themselves to those they oversee,” she continued, her smile soft as something seemed to shimmer in her sapphire gaze. 

In the past month or so, she’d received reports of the Half-foots, his people, arriving in Hyrule. The few that had entered her kingdom seemed to have taken up shelter in Kakariko Village, as it was one of the most hospitable regions that Hyrule had to offer (lest you could breathe in water or were equipped to handle extreme heat). She’d heard that a few might have trickled into Castle Town as well to set up residence, though she had not yet seen any with her own eyes. 

His waterskins had been leather dry for an hour, one still held tight in his hand while the others had been sealed shut on a rock closer to the stranger.

" I can offer tribute, for the trespass. I'll leave immediately, and -! a discount should you buy at any Half-foot shop in Kakariko, or Castletown!" His smile is thin and growing nervous.

" Well, you thought wrong, didn't you? "

Though she had no intention of hurting the diminutive man, her plan simply to send him on his way as soon as possible to keep him from trespassing further or causing trouble for her people, she could not help her amusement with how impossibly nervous her presence made him. She could only guess why: the fact that she was armed and looked dangerous, the exaggerated reputation the Gerudo had beyond the desert's borders, or perhaps the difference in their statures.

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“ It’s, an interesting game to play." 

Princess Zelda Bingo

Some weight was to be expected come his haul, but not this much. Not with an entire half-foot attached. He yelps, surprised, mortified. This is not the tail of some animal — or beast ( unlikely as that would’ve been, given his curse ), but the tail of his dear friend!   ❛❛ It’s yours?? ❜❜   Shocked, he ceases his grip as ordered, though not with the grace normally found in royalty; he’s dropping him like a hot, baked potato, clumsy, embarrassed to have manhandled him. Oh no. This isn’t right either...!  —Just to catch him in time to prevent a collision with the Great Chamber’s floor. If anyone saw them now, they’d say they look ridiculous. He’s glad for the privacy as he rotates Chilchuck back to his feet.

Although his head is adorned by a crown, he harbors little doubt it would stop the half-foot from retaliating.   ❛❛ I’m—I’m really sorry! ❜❜   The palms of his hands are flatly pressed together as he pleads, though how sincere can his apology be when he’s not even looking Chilchuck in the eye, instead opting to fixate his gaze upon the man’s tail? The look of mortification gives way to awe, twinkling eyes and all.   ❛❛ This is so cool... When did you grow it? And how? ❜❜  It must be a rather recent development. After all, he’s never noticed the tail when they bathed together in the dungeon. ( Not that he stared or anything. ) And again his hand encroaches, having learned nothing.

It was rare for her to leave the confines of the temple now a days, but as new settlements and outcroppings popped up, Hylia found herself fascinated by the new things that it brought. Today she was staring down at... something. Hylia wasn't quite sure what it was, but her eyes remained transfixed on it.

A shame she didn't have any money and no longer had the power to make any. Still, it was fun to stare at.

first interactions — always accepting. // @unionized-shopkeep .

Melini stretches across the expanse of the old bay, and the coastline of Kahka Brud has been forever changed ( which, he has heard, the King has had to answer for more than once ). But more importantly than civil boundaries or fishing, the demon had been vanquished. It is now roaming monsters that pose a greater threat ( and moreso to Kahka Brud than to Melini, thanks to the King's... influence. ) — but the threat of resurgence never subsides. Not for Mithrun, anyway.

There had been a terrible noise about this Dungeon. Mithrun had entered to find it was swollen with monsters, beyond what the ecosystem ( wasn't that was Laios had said ? ) would allow for; they must have been enticed by the prospect of a new domain. The relative accessibility of this dungeon would soon draw new adventurers in, and... well, these things all interconnected. It seemed like this dungeon was worth investigating sooner rather than later — and a culling was in order.

He emerges in the night. He drags himself up the last few stairs using the wall as leverage, and then he looks up into the crisp, cloudless sky. He's quite a while from town... and can't recall which way he came from. Oh.

But then there is suddenly someone else on the path. With... a horse ? It could only be described as a faint, momentary flash of paranoia brought on by fatigue — Mithrun feels something in his chest. He doesn't know what it means, but this person's arrival, so immediate after he had disrupted the Dungeon's balance...

The rider, with keen senses, may only notice a faint shhp and a rustle of grass in the periphery of their sight. Then it happens again, at their other side. Something is amiss. The horse is drawn to a halt and the rider speaks out — and Mithrun knows he has been detected, even as he lingers out of sight atop the stonework of the entrance. What are his options ? —This is irrational. It isn't like the Dungeons could influence the mind from out here. A foolish adventurer, merely ?

Another shhp and he ( in the most unintentionally jarring way possible ) appears right in front of the dungeon's entrance, one hand bracing himself against the stone. His breathing is heavy, shoulders shifting with the effort, but his eye is sharp and intent.

     A loud, thumping noise drives a flock of birds skyward. It’s his signal to depart immediately. Leaving his camp behind on the back of his horse, he hurries for the designated spot, down into the forest, eager to meet his long-sought quarry. But when he arrives, he once again has to realize the trap he’s installed holds nothing but leaves and branches from where it shot down from the trees. The lure, a bloody carcass of a boar, sits on the road untouched. He frowns as he dismounts. This isn’t the doing of some monster, he realizes then; the trip wire has been disarmed, rather than triggered.