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Seventh Sin - [Action / Written]
It had been over two months since Ganondorf had returned to Luceti. In that time, he'd acclimated himself to the place once more. He'd found shelter at the southern lake, in an abandoned old cabin. It suited him quite well, thought it had required adjustments to account for his height. But if afforded him privacy. That was the most important thing. In the fading hours of evening, the lake would glisten and sparkle as he practiced his magic over the water. With bursts of flames and lightning, it was like a private fireworks show. Each night he pushed himself harder, bringing himself to exhaustion, all for the sake of drawing a little more power out of each spell. He knew that there was so much more the Triforce could offer him that he had not yet learned to tap. His magic needed to be at its best to make up for the weakness that Luceti's barrier inflicted upon him.
However, he was being idle. He needed to continue putting his plans into motion. Which meant he needed soldiers. So today and those following, he made a point of being in the village more. Already a few individuals had caught his interest. It was merely a matter of finding their innermost desires. Once he had those, they would be ensnared and made to do his work. For that reason, Ganondorf made appearances across the village. He goes to Good Spirits to drink, quiet and alone. Ever watchful of those with him. He visits the newest stables to look over the horses. They don't quite equal the might of his own steed, but he does show an interest in them. He's surprisingly adept at keeping them calm. He makes a typical visit to the smithy to see if any familiar weapons have followed him. None so far. He even makes a short visit to the grocery to restock. With an impressive height of seven feet and five inches, he tends to stand out wherever he goes. Especially with the fine armor he's currently wearing.
Lastly, he spends time in the library. His primary interests are in tomes of magic, histories of other worlds, and particularly those detailing the mythologies of these worlds. As he studies this information, he takes to the journals.
[Written]
In my land, there are many ancient relics, some imbued with great power. Some from deities, great sorcerers, or even the old gods themselves. One such relic was left behind by the three goddesses, containing unimaginable power. But it was lost, never to be found by mortal hands. Many have foolishly sought it and lost their lives in pursuit of the golden power. Not even the ancient demon king himself ever laid a finger on it.
In another land, a tribe of powerful sorcerers combined their collective might into one relic, the Fused Shadow. With it, they commanded the greatest power ever to be in mortal hands. So great was their power, the gods commanded that the spirits of light should seal that power away and banish the sorcerers to a realm of pure darkness.
In this world, the Malnosso and the cultists vie for the greatest power this world has to offer. With Shifting, they command the very fabric of the universe, creating and altering whatever they see fit. With this force, they cage away the people of this enclosure, who command their own considerable power.
Tell me: what power does your own world hold? Can it overcome the power that our captors and enemies hold?
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However, he was being idle. He needed to continue putting his plans into motion. Which meant he needed soldiers. So today and those following, he made a point of being in the village more. Already a few individuals had caught his interest. It was merely a matter of finding their innermost desires. Once he had those, they would be ensnared and made to do his work. For that reason, Ganondorf made appearances across the village. He goes to Good Spirits to drink, quiet and alone. Ever watchful of those with him. He visits the newest stables to look over the horses. They don't quite equal the might of his own steed, but he does show an interest in them. He's surprisingly adept at keeping them calm. He makes a typical visit to the smithy to see if any familiar weapons have followed him. None so far. He even makes a short visit to the grocery to restock. With an impressive height of seven feet and five inches, he tends to stand out wherever he goes. Especially with the fine armor he's currently wearing.
Lastly, he spends time in the library. His primary interests are in tomes of magic, histories of other worlds, and particularly those detailing the mythologies of these worlds. As he studies this information, he takes to the journals.
[Written]
In my land, there are many ancient relics, some imbued with great power. Some from deities, great sorcerers, or even the old gods themselves. One such relic was left behind by the three goddesses, containing unimaginable power. But it was lost, never to be found by mortal hands. Many have foolishly sought it and lost their lives in pursuit of the golden power. Not even the ancient demon king himself ever laid a finger on it.
In another land, a tribe of powerful sorcerers combined their collective might into one relic, the Fused Shadow. With it, they commanded the greatest power ever to be in mortal hands. So great was their power, the gods commanded that the spirits of light should seal that power away and banish the sorcerers to a realm of pure darkness.
In this world, the Malnosso and the cultists vie for the greatest power this world has to offer. With Shifting, they command the very fabric of the universe, creating and altering whatever they see fit. With this force, they cage away the people of this enclosure, who command their own considerable power.
Tell me: what power does your own world hold? Can it overcome the power that our captors and enemies hold?
((OOC: Please check out his Permissions/Plotting post and reply if you want to sign up for stuff!