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There were so many questions, but he thought one questions might be the most important. “What happened? Why is everyone trying to kill each other?”

Oron, obviously uninterested by the sexual forwardness, started to step back. He stood back and looked critically at the situation. “Well I’m starting to think if you could murder me, you would’ve tried it by now.” Oron set down his ax. He moved towards the rocks, trying to keep the Gerudo in...

“How about back there?” he asked, motioning with his head. He stepped closer and called out to behind the rocks,” I swear, I just got back to Hyrule after traveling for years, I just want some answers.”

Oron notices movement behind one of the rocks. He silently readied himself. This could be an ambush.

Oron finds himself literally in the middle of the desert, going nowhere fast. Just as he snaps out of his trance, he notices a Gerudo woman sitting out in the open. Should he approach? How’d he even end up this far away? Maybe this woman could answer a few his questions. He wasn’t sure if Gerudo...

Oron seems hypnotized and follows the wind westward toward the desert.

Oron made his way back to the draw bridge. He realized coming to Castle Town was probably the worst idea he’d ever had. He needed to find out anything he could about the war, from someone he could trust, or maybe he should just be a freelancer. He never really thought that being Hylian would...

Oron stared at the field marshall. This wasn't really what he was looking for. Since childhood, he dreamed of being an adventurer's blacksmith. Providing weapons for noble causes. Being a provider for the strong but ill-equipped. He didn't want to make the same boring weapon over and over. Not...

Oron looks around, a bit confused. “I am a bit lost. I grew up in Castle Town, but I haven’t been back here in twenty years. I’m looking for a place to start my blacksmith business here in town.”

Oron stumbles into Castle Town, looking for work. He wanders around town looking for an open lot. He had plenty of money to start up a small shop, he just needed the right spot.

((Sounds good!))

Oron sits gripping his ax, trying desperately to stay awake. Although he's exhausted, he cannot afford to sleep now. With some kind of civil war going on, it'd be foolish to let down his guard now.

Oron makes his way towards Castle Town. It isn’t until he’s almost halfway there that he realizes he will not be permitted to enter. He decided to make camp outside the castle draw bridge, waiting for the sun to rise.

Oron was utterly shocked... a town he lived in would not keep him... he understood that nothing would come about by staring blankly into Cornea’s eyes. In fact, the longer he stood there the more he realized he was causing more harm than good. “I’m sorry,” was all he could mutter before walking...

“My name is Oron,” he said, “I was an apprentice to a blacksmith here about... I don’t know, 15 years ago. After my apprenticeship I traveled the lands for quite some time.” Oron wasn’t sure how to feel. Threatened? Surely not, but of all his time in Kakariko he never heard of this man Cornea.

Oron puts up his hands in surrender. “Whoa, whoa... let’s just calm down here... I used to live here.”

Oron is making his way across Hyrule Field. He is, of course, completely unaware of the current civil war. He’s traveling back to Kakariko Village, a place he used to smith some years ago, from a foreign land. In his journeys, he expanded his knowledge of weapon smithery and became familiar with...

Sam settled into the inn on the third floor. He just returned from a day of grinding, and decided to relax for the time being. Not much could be done, he thought. Video games used to be fun, and now they’re like any of the other monotonous chores he did as a child. Except now, he wasn’t a child...

Oron is returning to Kakariko in my first post, so he hasn’t been doing anything. I’m assuming the state of Kakariko village will force him back into Castle Town.

I hope it's not too late to join! Name: Oron Age: 34 Race: Hylian Gender: Male Weapon or Power: Heavy ax, short sword, hunting knife Appearance: Bald, heavy (not necessarily fat) man with wrinkles developing along his forehead. He has brown eyes with thick eyebrows and seems to carry a...

I'd like to make an appearance that doesn't screw up the story. I hope I can fit in somewhere! Name: Sam Username: Captain Dings Age: 18 Gender: Male Nationality: American Fighting Style/Weapons: Heavy/Tank armed with a large hammer. Appearance/Clothing: Tall and slender, with brown hair. He has...

I am right in the middle of Monster Hunter World. Put in 60 hours and I can't stop playing. Some might find it grindy, which I can understand, but the satisfaction I get from combat keeps me coming back for more!

Name: Ethan (As usual) Gender: Male Age: 22 Appearance: Short brown beard, long greasy hair, and a light gray cloak with purple stripes. He has a rag attached to his hood so when a sandstorm comes he is ready. Weapons: A rusty knife, old pistol, and a giant war hammer. Side: Bandit...

((It seems a bit late but, would it be possible if I could join? WARNING: I have been known to leave RPs like in the middle of them...))

Tommen's leg is broken, The light fades, and it goes to COMPLETE Darkness

The light becomes so bright that even with their eyes closed, they still burn.

The whole group then sees a bright light.

the three then suddenly blacked out.

There is a nearby fountain. It is only heard by Tommen.

(Enough to know what the narrator said)

(NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT HER FOOD POISONING)

Anni is undergoing food poisoning, little does everybody else know.

The the ocean is vast, it looks crossable.

Ken's leg is broken

After a difficult morning, things get better.

(Earthquakes only last for like 60 seconds, This one is 4 on the scale)

Earthquake stops. The message fails to send out. (It was a boat wreck thing. Not a plane)

The rumble happens again... except a lot more violent. In fact, some trees on their side of the island fell. It was an Earthquake.

There is a sudden rumble on the island

It was late at night and fatigue overwhelmed them all. They all fell asleep. Day 1

Night 1

The Island was dreary, cold, and dark. Nobody could see a thing. All was bleak and lost, pieces of wreckage were on the shore. But eight, eight survived the crash and this is their story...