#linkofwisdom

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"The King is a wise and noble ruler," Orenda stated simply, "one who is destined for some purpose yet unknown to me." The deity was a man of few words, but this would suffice. It was not as though he had some great judgement of him; Death was Death, incapable of emotion or opinion.

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the-young-sword-prince, crimsonthreadoffate and linkofwisdom

the-young-sword-prince

First Impression based on URL: who is u

Do I RP with them: No I don’t think we even follow each other hnnnnnn-

Do I want to RP with them: I have heard nice things about them from other people I talk to so yeah, I’d def be open to it

Do I ever have gifwars or talk to them: We don’t follow each other

My opinion on their character: Very interesting take on Ghirahim’s character and backstory. It’s something you don’t really see around a lot but I think it’s done well.

Overall statement: I should probably go follow them rn brb—

crimsonthreadoffate:

First impression based on URL: who

Do I rp with them: Only always

Do I want to rp with them: See above

Do I ever have gifwars or talk to them: THEY ARE THE REASON WHY THIS CANNOT BE A SERIOUS BLOG YES

My opinion on their character: Definitely a more NOJ version of Ghirahim, so I’m not really used to it, but I think he plays him well.

Overall statement: lET ME LOVE YOU

linkofwisdom:

First impression based on URL: this is gonna be fun

Do I rp with them: yOU KNOW IT

Do I want to rp with them: DUHHHHHHH

Do I ever have gifwars or talk to them: On histheir other blog yeah

My opinion on their character: give me more

Overall statement: uwu u is fine

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@linkofwisdom

"I haven’t slept in - in many years, good king," Orenda replied, his sentence ending with a cough. "But I can try." Though faintly, he smiled, even though he felt nothing close to peace or joy. Pain was still working its way through his veins, burrowing into his flesh, but it had lessened somewhat. It was a dull ache, now, and the only real sharp pain came from his wound. And he was angry… He ignored the rage and the pain as best he could, closing his eyes and focusing on maintaining a pleasant smile. He ha said he would try to sleep, and so he would. He almost hoped he would succeed.

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@linkofwisdom

"Silver," the god said in response to the first question, and to the second, "No." He couldn’t be in any more pain than he already was. Orenda curled himself closer to the monarch, listening to his breathing and trying to match his own to it.

The deity was beyond upset. He was angry at his weakness, his perceived cowardice…and that Ordona had been defiled to him. The humble province outside of Hyrule had always been safe; even Twilight hadn’t reached it, stopping in nearby Faron. Ordon had always meant safety to him, and now that feeling would forever be gone for him. He would never feel as safe and content, or as free, as he had before the attack. The only thing the god cared about now was revenge. But he had promised the king he would finish the research with him, and so he would have to. Vengeance would wait. The champions weren’t going anywhere.

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@linkofwisdom

"Thank you, my liege," Orenda croaked, "but I-I shan’t die." The wound wasn’t fatal, but gods above, it burned, burned him like nothing else. His own heart was pumping traces of the silver through him, intoxicating him with agony. He wouldn’t scream. He swore to himself he wouldn’t scream. His breathing was labored, and he made pitiful noises like a wounded animal, but he wouldn’t scream.

That oath was harder to keep with every passing second.

The wound wasn’t fatal, and had never been fatal, but it was and remained a hindrance to him, seeing as he could scarcely move without ever more agony ripping through him. The other champions knew that, but they would leave him be for now. They’d let him stew in his own anger - and he was angry, truly angry, for the first time since ascension. Not at the champions, but at himself for running. He should’ve fought. He would’ve died and the knowledge would have been lost, but it didn’t matter to him. He had fled like a coward, and he couldn’t forgive himself for that. And perhaps that was the worst pain of all.

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@linkofwisdom

Wrapped in his personal shell of safety, the god didn’t notice the sound of soft footsteps approaching. He suspected nothing until it was almost too late. The only thing that alerted him to the danger was the sudden feeling that his blessing had been shattered.

Orenda rolled on the ground, and thus survived the champion of Power’s stab, escaping unharmed. The blade, a wickedly curved scythe of silver, with an ornate hilt of gold set with rubies, glinted menacingly at him as he drew his own weapon. His so resembled the Master Sword, with a simple ricasso and a bastard hilt. It, too, was a blade of silver. They were both playing with fire now.

Orenda barely had time to react as an arrow whizzed and embedded itself in his left arm. He cried out in pain; the head was also of that hated metal. While he turned to face what must be the champion of Wisdom, the one of Power ran up and slashed just below his ribcage. Searing, whitehot pain shot up through Orenda, wrenching a cry from his lips. He had to stay, to fight; it was the honorable thing to do. But the king needed the books he had found, and in any case he was too injured to fight back. His left arm was useless, and his body burned as though he had been thrown into a volcano. He had to flee, though even the mere thought left a bad taste in the deity’s mouth.

Just as the champion of Power raised his weapon to deliver what would certainly be a killing blow, Orenda disappeared. He reformed in the throne room of Hyrule Castle once more, but instead of landing gracefully, he crumbled, blood pooling around him. With shallow breaths, he retrieved the books and hoped they weren’t bloodstained.

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@linkofwisdom

After some time, Orenda shut the book. “I believe I understand all there is to be understood. I will help you find more information.” That was an oath. He wouldn’t break it, not for anything. The king had stumbled upon something big, and Orenda was determined to see the knowledge finished.

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@linkofwisdom

"I am capable," Orenda replied, eyes narrowing to better see the words. The language was not so far removed from a familiar one that he couldn’t make out the gist of it. Even if the details were lost, he understood what was important.