#starting game

[orecana]

Hello everyone! I'm officially starting as well! looking forward to getting ideas( and enjoying myself) in this new realm. Once again i love and appreciate everyone who supported me so far.

Have a great day!

[lozbotwfanart]

Non-Specific BOTW ficlet

for @lemongeckos who requested a small fic from the chat. If you want to join the chat, just give me a message, the chat is LOZ:BOTW 

Link stared at the dancing flames, entranced by their wild, chaotic revelry. They leapt up into the cold, still air of the night, then sunk back down into torrid glowing wood, only to burst up again with a seemingly renewed passion. Ever higher, the fire daring to itself to release its foothold from the firepit for good. It was hypnotizing to Link, who watched the fire’s masterful performance with mild interest, his thoughts floating off into that cool, night sky, to mingle with the silent still stars overhead. So much had happened in the last few days, such responsibilities laid at his feet, and yet Link was going day by day as if he were just a transient wanderer in the world, anticipating that he would simply wake up again in a new time, a new place.

Right behind his ear, the feeling that none of this was real, whispered to him, every time he sat down, every time he laughed, or admired a sunset, petted a dog, spoke to another Hylian, defeated another bokoblin, every time he ate a meal, or stared at the flames of his campsite. Part of the reason he felt this way was because he couldn’t remember anything past a few days ago. He woke up in a vat of glowing water, and met a man, who turned out to be both a king and a ghost. He was given the task to save a princess from an evil spirit, who apparently had destroyed everything 100 years ago. If that didn’t sound like the craziest dream…

Link had half a mind to dismiss everything that he had been told, to chalk it up to a badly hallucinating, malfunctioning brain. His clothes were in tatters, no one seemed to know him, he came out of cave, he didn’t have any possessions, let alone a house. He might have been a wandering vagabond before this, and this was just a particularly bad episode of impaired brain mechanics. And yet… that voice.

He heard that voice call out to him, with such clarity, such sincerity. It broke his heart whenever he heard that tiny still voice call his name, begging him to come find her. That couldn’t have been an illusion.

As Link explored the world, he found that there was evidence that there had indeed been a terrible calamity a very, very long time ago. Ruins, artifacts, abandoned places, time ravaged landscapes. And off in the distance, the castle. The castle sat like a gleaming white jewel on the grassy plain, yet it darkened the land, seemingly warping the light, twisting space and time around it. An ominous aura emanating from its piercing spires to the surrounding hills, its shadows blacker, thicker than night; swallowing what little mirth that crept up to its gates. That was no illusion either.

Link wrapped a rough blanket around his shoulders, a weak shield against the chill, and crept closer to the fire. Maybe he didn’t have the answers right now, maybe there wasn’t an answer yet. There was time, he thought. He still had some time to figure it out. All he could really do was take it day by day, gather the pieces, and try to make something. His eyelids grew heavy, as the fire had lost its energy and was sputtering out, desperate to keep going.    

[daerlhing]

Basically my first impression of Dragon Age Origins : Do not get attached to anyone.