Maze Island Palace is not only the easiest dungeon yet, it also happens to be the prettiest. That purple+gold combo is very fetching.
Here you get the Water Walking Boots, which allow you to walk on water... sometimes. It’s not really consistent, but it’s something we need nonetheless.
The boss here, the Wizard Carock, needs to have his own magic turned against him by the Reflect spell for him to be defeated, but is otherwise very easy to beat. It’s just nasty if you didn’t go out of your way to explore and got that spell. Interestingly, his battle can be considered the first instance ever of Dead Man’s Volley in the series!
I’m tired of drawing people with inconsistent comparative heights so I sketched this out. I’ll make more later— eventually— probably— if I don’t forget, lol.
Anyway, Ganondorf, as stated in Hyrule Historia, is 230 cm (7' 6½").
Which, here, would make Carock 7' 2½", Abirad 7' 11½", and Zolavor 7' 1".
This came to me randomly and I actually managed to write it all down before my brain does that nasty BS it likes to do. The best way to describe it is that when I come up with something I think is awesome the moment I try to write it down my brain sometimes starts playing keep-away with it until it shatters and scatters all over the floor in a confusing, unfixable mess. ( ʘ‿ʘ)
I guess it didn’t do that this time because it likes pain and suffering of others. :)
Anyway, this is a short story, 230 words long if I counted correctly (so I guess technically it’s closer to being a double drabble— and no, I don’t have anything that does that automatically as far as I know, lol. I’m actually a bit tempted to call it something like “fiffle” or "fifrootle" since it has the digital root of 5, lol).
Relevant headcanons: Being an incarnation of Demise’s Hatred is like demonic possession, Wizzrobes are liches.
Rating: Heck if I know, PG or PG-13 I guess since it’s not graphic.
Timeline: Downfall Era
Pain exploded from his back and gut. He coughed and slid off something— the cause of his pain. He did not register what it was. He did not care what it was. With excruciating effort he turned over, hovered his hand over his gaping wound, and— nothing. Nothing. Nothing! He was utterly drained. Panicked, rasping utterances crawled from his throat as he clumsily thrust a hand into his bag and shakily took out a bottled potion. He raised his other hand to open it. He just could not seem to get his hand on the lid. He hoped she had escaped by now. He felt so tired, so cold, though his heart beat so fast. Where was he again? What was in front of his eyes? What happened to the bottle? He had gasped so much in so little time. Or did he? He was not sure anymore.
His hands dropped, his vision faded, and the last sound he heard was the bellowing laughs of a beast.
Someone nearby raged and wailed. He thrashed for control but none was gained. He saw one impaled, he saw one fall, he saw one lie deathly still in a pool of blood. At this sight, that last sight, he ceased. What point was control now? It was too late.
His husband was dead.
His husband was dead and the wretched beast laughed.
Some crappy animation I started a while ago that I abandoned and then forgot about until just now and decided to post even though I am 110% dissatisfied with it, lol (like seriously. For one thing, I absolutely despise Carock’s D8 face).
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Yes, I made Norasharks Norašxarhakans look like the KKK on purpose, lol.
This is a very simple, early concept of their appearance and I haven’t worked much on them since, lol.
One thing I’ve established about Norašxarhakans outside of their raison d’être is that they tend to wear a lot of white even when they’re out of their robes.
As a result, Carock and other incarnates of Veriza are or quickly become quite hyper-vigilant whenever they’re around anyone wearing a lot of white.
