A village in peril
Oct 7, 2019 2:06:29 GMT -4
Post by Nintendo Mastah on Oct 7, 2019 2:06:29 GMT -4
Felbrook is one of, if not THE youngest village in Hyrule. Created not long ago by the Archdemon Aeshra Valadaar, or 'The Countess' as she is more commonly known nowadays. Some would describe the village as gloomy, as the village is made out of a black-and-green, onyx-like metal, warped into existence by Aeshra herself, but despite it's rather solemn nature, the inhabitants are friendly and kind. They are hard-working individuals, and what makes the village rather unique is that it is filled with Demons. Demons that has abandoned the Demon King and are looking to live in peace and harmony among the inhabitants of Hyrule.
'What is the source of this damnable curse!?'. Aeshra was standing in her war room, scrolls and pergaments rolled out over the large, circular table. She had rummaged through every single piece of historical entry, every piece of information and knowledge in the entire village to find information, but had found nothing, and was getting more frustrated by the minute.
There was a knock on the door, and the Countess muttered "Enter". A human entered, clad in a breastplate and a longsword in his belt. This man was Carric Orlan, Aeshra's second-in-command, bodyguard and advisor. A rumor was spreading that they were also lovers, but Aeshra had no time for such frivolities at the moment, although before the curse they had indeed shared a few kisses, and even a bed on occasion, and would perhaps resume their courtship once this matter was resolved. A terrible rage-epidemic had struck her village. Epidemic was the wrong word, as it was not a disease. A curse was a more fitting name for it and that was what the inhabitants of Felbrook called it as well. It only affected Demons and made things harder for the Countess, as her life-long dream was to make humans and Demons live alongside one another, and them succumbing to violence was not helping Human-Demon relationships.
It had all started out of nowhere, in the local Tavern called 'The Snooty Countess'. Aeshra had named it such to poke fun at herself and to keep herself humble, and to be perfectly honest she had to resist a chuckle every time she read its name. There, a demon resident had suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere flown into a rage-fueled killing spree, harming several patrons and killed three people.
Heartbroken, Aeshra had now implemented a curfew after nightfall, and the demonic inhabitants were being monitored carefully. She hated it, she wanted them to live side by side, she wanted her people to be free and happy, but this curse was starting to prove beyond even HER now quite remarkable powers. She had to do something, NOW. The worst part of it was that it was affecting HER too, as she felt she was a lot quicker to anger, and had even hear whispers in her sleep, telling her to kill, maim and murder. Because of those damned whispers, Aeshra was not sleeping well, and she was pale and tired.
Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she looked at the human who had entered, sizing him up. She could understand why the rumors of him and her being lovers had started (although the rumors were true, but that was neither here nor there at the moment) . He was a tall, handsome and muscular man, with jet-black hair like her own, though his was tied into a ponytail, and his magnificent beard was oiled and slick, the type of man who would make all the girls swoon with his charm, his muscles and his skill with the sword. He was not quite as tall as Aeshra herself, but not far from it. "Any news, Captain?", she simply said, her tone matter-of-factly and straight to the point as usual.
Carric's expression changed, from that of a calm, focused expression to a sullen, disappointed grimace. "Forgive me, my Countess, I have not found anything. I have turned every stone in the village, but I have found nothing, no indication of what is going on". Aeshra let out a grunt. "..And what is the word on the street?". "The word on the street is that it is indeed a curse, but some are also saying they are not surprised, and that it is in the demon's nature to be violent monsters". He made a little pause, now smiling at her. "However, while there WERE some rumors you had locked yourself in to get away from it all, I assured the villagers that you did in fact lock yourself away, but both because you're searching the archives day and night for a solution, and to keep THEM safe…. From you". The last two words he spoke very carefully, although it was true.
Aeshra snarled and swore so fiercly the captain jerked to attention and put a hand on his sword. "Gods be damned!" came her curse. "You're right, Carric, of course you are, it's just.. Argh! I hate having to hide away from my own villagers. You know what? To the hells with this curse! I'm taking to the streets myself to get to the bottom of this. You have my permission to restrain me should I succumb to madness". Carric nodded and patted a pair of shackles in his belt, ready as always. His face was as if carved in stone, but his eyes showed compassion and worry, and Aeshra got the feeling he wanted to say something, or perhaps comfort her, but that he didn't want to take any risks.
Aeshra's heart sank again. 'He's distant, not calling me by name but by title, and he's ready to shackle me like a wild animal or a prisoner.. It is the right course of action, naturally, but still.. Is this what I am becoming? A wild beast? A monster? No. I am NOT a monster. NEVER again a monster', she thought to herself. Her days of killing for the Demon King was over, her mind was her own and not in the hands of that damnable witch, Lestra, and she was not going to let her or her people be slaves under another force of evil EVER again!
She had herself already succumbed to a few flits of rage herself, and had spent days locked and shackled in her bedroom, roaring like a wild beast and throwing fire all around, destroying her furniture. It had taken her days to replace the destroyed furniture, but thankfully nobody had been injured, and while nobody had seen her, mindless, feral, even, they certainly had heard her fury, and a sense of dread was spreading. If their ruler was going mad, then how safe were they truly?
Running a village was hard work, REALLY, REALLY hard work, but she loved every minute of it, and she loved everyone in her village. For their sake, she'd get to the bottom of this. "Well then, Captain, let us go, I can't wait to be rid of this damnable curse". With that, the tall demoness marched past him, heading out into the streets.
*To the streets of Felbrook*
'What is the source of this damnable curse!?'. Aeshra was standing in her war room, scrolls and pergaments rolled out over the large, circular table. She had rummaged through every single piece of historical entry, every piece of information and knowledge in the entire village to find information, but had found nothing, and was getting more frustrated by the minute.
There was a knock on the door, and the Countess muttered "Enter". A human entered, clad in a breastplate and a longsword in his belt. This man was Carric Orlan, Aeshra's second-in-command, bodyguard and advisor. A rumor was spreading that they were also lovers, but Aeshra had no time for such frivolities at the moment, although before the curse they had indeed shared a few kisses, and even a bed on occasion, and would perhaps resume their courtship once this matter was resolved. A terrible rage-epidemic had struck her village. Epidemic was the wrong word, as it was not a disease. A curse was a more fitting name for it and that was what the inhabitants of Felbrook called it as well. It only affected Demons and made things harder for the Countess, as her life-long dream was to make humans and Demons live alongside one another, and them succumbing to violence was not helping Human-Demon relationships.
It had all started out of nowhere, in the local Tavern called 'The Snooty Countess'. Aeshra had named it such to poke fun at herself and to keep herself humble, and to be perfectly honest she had to resist a chuckle every time she read its name. There, a demon resident had suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere flown into a rage-fueled killing spree, harming several patrons and killed three people.
Heartbroken, Aeshra had now implemented a curfew after nightfall, and the demonic inhabitants were being monitored carefully. She hated it, she wanted them to live side by side, she wanted her people to be free and happy, but this curse was starting to prove beyond even HER now quite remarkable powers. She had to do something, NOW. The worst part of it was that it was affecting HER too, as she felt she was a lot quicker to anger, and had even hear whispers in her sleep, telling her to kill, maim and murder. Because of those damned whispers, Aeshra was not sleeping well, and she was pale and tired.
Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she looked at the human who had entered, sizing him up. She could understand why the rumors of him and her being lovers had started (although the rumors were true, but that was neither here nor there at the moment) . He was a tall, handsome and muscular man, with jet-black hair like her own, though his was tied into a ponytail, and his magnificent beard was oiled and slick, the type of man who would make all the girls swoon with his charm, his muscles and his skill with the sword. He was not quite as tall as Aeshra herself, but not far from it. "Any news, Captain?", she simply said, her tone matter-of-factly and straight to the point as usual.
Carric's expression changed, from that of a calm, focused expression to a sullen, disappointed grimace. "Forgive me, my Countess, I have not found anything. I have turned every stone in the village, but I have found nothing, no indication of what is going on". Aeshra let out a grunt. "..And what is the word on the street?". "The word on the street is that it is indeed a curse, but some are also saying they are not surprised, and that it is in the demon's nature to be violent monsters". He made a little pause, now smiling at her. "However, while there WERE some rumors you had locked yourself in to get away from it all, I assured the villagers that you did in fact lock yourself away, but both because you're searching the archives day and night for a solution, and to keep THEM safe…. From you". The last two words he spoke very carefully, although it was true.
Aeshra snarled and swore so fiercly the captain jerked to attention and put a hand on his sword. "Gods be damned!" came her curse. "You're right, Carric, of course you are, it's just.. Argh! I hate having to hide away from my own villagers. You know what? To the hells with this curse! I'm taking to the streets myself to get to the bottom of this. You have my permission to restrain me should I succumb to madness". Carric nodded and patted a pair of shackles in his belt, ready as always. His face was as if carved in stone, but his eyes showed compassion and worry, and Aeshra got the feeling he wanted to say something, or perhaps comfort her, but that he didn't want to take any risks.
Aeshra's heart sank again. 'He's distant, not calling me by name but by title, and he's ready to shackle me like a wild animal or a prisoner.. It is the right course of action, naturally, but still.. Is this what I am becoming? A wild beast? A monster? No. I am NOT a monster. NEVER again a monster', she thought to herself. Her days of killing for the Demon King was over, her mind was her own and not in the hands of that damnable witch, Lestra, and she was not going to let her or her people be slaves under another force of evil EVER again!
She had herself already succumbed to a few flits of rage herself, and had spent days locked and shackled in her bedroom, roaring like a wild beast and throwing fire all around, destroying her furniture. It had taken her days to replace the destroyed furniture, but thankfully nobody had been injured, and while nobody had seen her, mindless, feral, even, they certainly had heard her fury, and a sense of dread was spreading. If their ruler was going mad, then how safe were they truly?
Running a village was hard work, REALLY, REALLY hard work, but she loved every minute of it, and she loved everyone in her village. For their sake, she'd get to the bottom of this. "Well then, Captain, let us go, I can't wait to be rid of this damnable curse". With that, the tall demoness marched past him, heading out into the streets.
*To the streets of Felbrook*