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Will stares at the floor, processing what he'd heard. The knuckle from earlier had sounded familiar... and honestly, he'd known who it sounded like at the time, but he couldn't believe it. Still, if what Tahr was saying was true... and he had no reason to believe otherwise... Will's eyes...

Will listened to Tahr's description, watching the girl's heart sink with every word. His own heart began to pound harder. Had she already been executed? His own fears began to surface, "Yes. Every word is true of her," he stares at the bearer of bad news, "What happened to her?"

Hearing the two speak, Will glanced longingly down the hallway, then gave a soft sigh, "Celica would want us to go on without her. At this point, the stakes of the mission are greater than just her. Hopefully, eventually, we'll have the ability to come back for her, but expecting to be able to...

Will nods in agreement to Linora's statement, "It was the gloves that let me do it. If you gave them to me, I could repeat my spell. But not as I am now. Bring those to us - and maybe the rest of our stuff if you can - and we can get out,"

"And the way this world is, their version of benefiting their people would be to decimate every other people. And we can't let that happen," he walks to the bars, standing just across from Tahr, "So what do you say?"

"At the end of the day, soldiers fight for their leaders. They fight for the goals of someone else. We're not fighting for any specific people or group; we fight to end the war without any victors or donination. We just want to save what lives we can,"

Will takes a grateful gulp as well. He was surprised by her helpfulness. It was one of those times that reminded him that Gerudo were more than the enemy. Like Mortenius was more than a Goron, each Gerudo was their own person as well. "Thank you for your kindness," Will replied, "Truly. I...

Will sat in the corner, considering the situation. He wasn't sure what kind of spells had been cast on the cell, but if they were going to try and escape, he had to figure out. Experimentally, Will approached the bars and reached his hand between them, to see if anything would happen to him.

Will turns his head, thinking. Something sounded familiar about the Iron Knuckle's voice. He couldn't place it though - her voice reverberated in the helmet and was muffled by the metal. Maybe he'd fought her at some point in the past? An enemy commanding officer in a past battle? But he didn't...

Free from the Gerudo who had attacked him initially, Will considered his options. He wouldn't be able to get anywhere near the armored knight from this side. Between her guards and her weapon, he would have a hard time even touching her armor. But if he could come in from behind... He jumped...

Will suddenly felt the Gerudo who'd bumped him grab him, and didn't even notice the piece of paper as it floated to the ground. Instead of resisting, he gripped his attacker's arm, sending a wave of energy through them. He set his eyes, however, on the big target: the Iron Knuckle.

While Tahr couldn't have known it, that was a terrible idea. Even though it wasn't a hard bump, the sudden jostle had surprised the wizard well enough to drop the illusion, if only for a second. But a second was long enough to reveal a dwarf, a kokiri, a goron, and a hylian standing next to a...

Will did his best to not grind his foot into Rasul's. Rasul needed to focus. That accent wasn't even common among Hylians, let alone Gerudo. You'd need to be somewhere around Kokiri Forest to hear that. And he was trying to play it off as a ****ing Gerudo. But he didn't. He just continued to...

Will stares down at the ground, focusing. When Linora mentioned him, he raised his eyes slightly, giving them a small nod, before dropping them down to the floor again. His heart was racing, but he couldn't let it take away from the illusions around them.

Will shrugs, "As long as I keep focus I'm fine, I think. But it does take focus... Conversations are kind of hard, higher level thinking puts my mind elsewhere..." the illusion on Mortenius flickers for a second, "So I really can't say. Anything could happen."

"Whether or not they did isn't important," Will whispers, his eyes focused, "Let's head for the fortress Linora pointed out. Don't worry about what happened earlier. We can only fool them so long as it is. We need to get Celica and get out."

Will walked quickly, glancing around a little, but trying to keep it hidden, "Where would they put a prison in a place like this?' he asks under his breath.

((Well say this takes place before the timeskip)) Will scratched the back of his head, "Racial tensions, some game for power... No particular event set things off. They just kind of started," why had he decided go answer questions? That would be the first and few people knew. And, to be honest...

((Are we assuming Oron joined the group, or...?))

Will sighs. He knows what it's like to have questions. "Tell nobody," he says finally, "And we'll answer what we can," he gestures to the rock, "Sit. No sudden movements - I don't relish extra bloodshed, but should you prove yourself a threat, we will not hesitate to end your life."

Will gives up and steps in. This is idiotic. "Don't give in to my sister's temptations," Will says, obviously annoyed. He does his best to make his voice effeminate, but it's still a little deeper than he would've liked, "The rest of us aren't so kind. Leave us now. Tell nobody. We won't have to...

"Goddamnit Rasul," Will whispers under his breath, "Linora, can you just... tell him to go? Threaten him or something? I'm having a hard time focusing..." Rasul's face shimmers a little, but the illusion remains standing.

Will sighs, defeated, "Do as you will. Don't make me look like too much of an idiot."

Will's eyes widen as he realizes what she has planned, "Linora... we arent... is there another option? Any other?"

They did not. Rasul gave up all control over the illusion when he gave Will the gloves. Gerudo!Rasul's hair was still red. Will looked down at himself, suddenly realizing that he hadn't made an illusion for himself. Focusing on maintaining everyone else's illusions, he had trouble doing much...

"I'll try my best," he looks at each of them and does his best to make them look Gerudo. Linora's pretty easy. Darken her skin, put an armor mask over her clothes, that's all fine. Rasul was a bit of an issue, but he made do with it. Lann's childish features hadn't quite yet gotten masculine...

"I might be able to maintain a few," Will agrees, noticing his normal-covered shirt, "But this takes a lot of focus. I probably won't be able to do much thinking or talking," he transforms Linora into a Gerudo, just to test his abilities.

Will decides to experiment a little at thay question. Looking down, he recolors his shirt to be blue. Then, he hides the gloves, showing only his hands. Glancing at Lann, he makes the Kokiri look like Rasul. As his focus shifts away, however, his shirt turns back to normal and the gloves...

Will gingerly toom the gauntlet, "I can try I guess," he thought for a second, then looked at the ground. Where he looked, a small, white, fluffy dog appeared and began running in circles. Will grinned widely. So that's how it was done.

Will leans against a tree, "Do you have any better suggestions?"

Will shows Rasul a number of canteens filled with water in his bag, which he proceeds to doll out among the group, "I don't have much in the way of coverings. My suggestion is, to make sure we aren't spotted, we do most of our crossing in the evening and overnight, thus avoiding the sun and...

Will stared at the fire long into the night. His mind was blank; it was easiest to stay focused on the task at hand when you didn't think. When you let emotion and worry wash away. There were only two things: him and the task at hand. Everything else could wait until the job was over. As he...

Will sighs, "Fair enough. But I'll be marching in the back for a while... just in case," he stands up and turns back to the group, "Welcome to the team, Riddel," he offers his hand to the newest member of the crew.

Will pulls Linora to the side, "Listen, Linora... are you sure about this guy?" he checks over his shoulder at the newcomer, "Mortenius I can understand the motivations of. I respect him. Rasul is unaligned, but unalarming. But this guy... he stammered before saying his own name, and he was...

"Kinda hard to do in times of war," Will pointed out. While was the man said was true about Linora being able to off him quickly, they really didn't know what kind of tricks this guy had up his sleeve, even if he had revealed a few, "What did you do?" he crosses his arms, but keeps his hands...

"We're not in it for the wish," Will points out, "But well keep it in mind. Thanks."

As soon as Will heard Celica's name, his interests completely shifted, "You know I agree," he admits, "There's no way we can leave her there for too long."

Will listens intently to what Rasul had to say, and was surprised when Rasul brought up the magic at the end. Three. Tri. Your hearts desire. The ultimate power. "Tell us more about these three vessels."

As soon as the dwarf opens his mouth, Will realizes who it is, "Visiting some friends. What about you? Didnt expect to see you over here, Rasul."

"Hopefully we can avoid a fight, but being able to defend yourself is important," Will concedes, "Your staff should be good enough for what we're doing." At this point, the group was returning to the Kokiri village. Something caught Will's gaze from the corner of his eye. Someone was... waving...

Will gestures for the Kokiri to follow them, "The more the merrier. Can you fight any?"

Will gives a bow to the sage of a tree in front of them, "Thank you, sir. I think it's time for us to discuss our course of action. If we may so take our leave?" he nods to his two companions. He isn't sure what their course of action should be - at least, not directly - but he didn't see much...

Will steps forward and lowers his head in respect for the god-like being. Despite the tree's fatherly tone and friendly disposition, he was still nervous to be speaking to a being such as this. "My name is William Bran, sir. My fellow Hylian is Linora Braon, while the Goron is known as...

Will was creeped out by the Kokiri. He'd heard about them before, even seen one or two in his life, but there were just so many. He never liked kids, and the knowledge that their brains worked like those of functioning adults didn't do anything to help matters. Kneeling down next to the Kokiri...

Will laughs, somewhat relieved, "Sounds good. Let's eat quickly and then get moving," looks like the crew had extra rations for Hylians. Better than the alternative.

Will reaches into his backpack and pulls out some of the rations he'd grabbed - enough for breakfast. Was it breakfast? He wasn't sure. He'd just woken up, but the sun was just going down, so the meal defied most conventions. It was a simple meal, but it was all he could grab. Passing Linora her...

Will had gotten what he considered to be a full nights sleep of around six hours. It felt weird to be waking up like this. It took a few seconds for him to remember the events of the last day. Damn, had it only been a day since he'd agreed to this? So much had changed since then. Cracking his...

((As much as I want it to, it wouldn't make sense. Not with the timeline we have set up))

((I don't think Rasul would make it back from where the hammer was before the group left; it just wouldn't make sense. It takes him most of the day to get there, he spends the night there, he comes back. The group would've moved on by then. Plus, he doesn't know about Will's specialty.))

"I dont think we should rest where we left him," Will reasons, "As much as I want to, we cant trust him to not yell his Shiekah allies about us. We should continue another half hour or..." he sighs, feeling his weak legs. He hasn't walked this long in a long time. "Yeah, we should rest," he...