Prompt 1:
 t’s a normal day in the Town – a little chilly, but otherwise sunny and relatively pleasant –which is what makes it all the more offensive that it’s once again up to no good.
This time?
It happens when you eat.
Eating anything red will cause you to grow – the more you eat, the more you grow. If you’re not careful, you could become absolutely massive. Eating anything blue will cause you to shrink – the more you eat, the more, again, you shrink. Don’t worry, though. Eating yellow foods will turn you back to normal.
Oh…and remember that foods aren’t always the colors you’re used to them being here.
Prompt 2:
t’s a good thing you’ve adjusted to the Town a bit! You’re probably wearing some of the classic peasant fashion that can be found and scavenged in the Town, whether for warmth or to give your poor regular clothes a break or because they’re covered in the blood of fairies… either way, here you are in some colorless, hideous grey peasant clothing of various types.
Which is why it’s all the worse when it suddenly has color again. Maybe it’s bright orange. Maybe it’s puce colored. Maybe it’s a horrifying mix of pink and purple. Either way, there’s no chance any of what you’re wearing matches.
You can definitely thank someone in the Town for this one.
Prompt 3:
 he quest sits proudly and simple on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too:
Quest 63
Retrieve a pair of fairy wings.
Requirements: Any two colors.
Surely you can manage that much! So off into the woods you go to find some fairies. Of course, they’re mean, nasty little buggers, full of various types of magic and tricks up their little fairy sleeves, so they won’t exactly be easy to take care of. But you finally manage. You’re victorious, and proudly have a defeated fairy in your hands.
… Yeah, of course you have to rip the wings off yourself if you want to bring them back. Anything less just won’t do. Gross.
This quest was way more trouble than it was worth.
Prompt 4:
he woods looms ominously over the Town pretty constantly… and that’s just something you have to get used to. But then, from the depths of the woods, in the darkness under the tree branches, there’s…a light. It’s a small, flickering light, as if from a lantern in the distance.
You…should go see what it is, right? There’s a strong, strong urge to do so. Maybe you think someone out there needs help. Maybe you think the person there has answers, or knows a way out.
Either way…the will-o-wisps will try to lure you deeply into the woods. Deeper, and deeper and deeper… until you slam right on into one of those golems, or banshees or hydras or many others. You can thank your fellow townspeople for their existence out there – but either way, they’re nasty and mean. Hopefully someone saw you wandering in there and followed to give you a hand, because chances are, you’ll need it.
Extra:
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She gestures her hand towards the giant plant that the fairies are forming, which indeed is beginning to becoming distinctly humanoid in appearance, growing limbs! ]
And... I suppose a plant-beast isn't enough to satisfy your amusement?
[ Because it's totally going to be attacking them now. ]
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[ nonetheless, he's got one of his swords out, already tinged with darkness. ... he doesn't act yet, though, turning to the princess with a grin. ]
Are we done being patient, then?
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Brandishing it to the side, a ripple of her aura is cast off around her, disturbing the shrubs and bush beneath her feet.
Zelda gives him a nod. ] Aa.
It comes.
[ The plant-monster, fully summoned now, breaks out of its roots and beings to storm at them both, throwing out a mass of one of its upper limbs at them. Barbed vines whips out at either of them, homing in should they leap away.
As for Zelda, she jumps back and swiftly deflects that which comes at her, before shifting her weight upon her heels and lunging forward to attack in return. She's making excellent chopped salad out of it, although she's not bothering to go any quicker by augmenting her attack with magic. ]
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[ tch. what a show-off.
ganondorf casually just grabs the vine that comes at him, twisting it in his palm and ripping it off the beast. the thorns don't seem to bother him much (if they even made it through his gauntlet) and he tosses the amputated appendage to the side as casually as if it were a piece of garbage.
figuring zelda's got it distracted, he makes for the limb itself, swinging his sword down and burying it in the beast's... arm? does it count as an arm? either way, it has a sword in it now. ]
I will keep its arms occupied. You make for its body!
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Still, he doesn't need to actually tell her what to do, and a part of her wonders if that command, too, is also just an exercise of power on his part to claim authority. Another part of her, however, doesn't exactly care so long as the job gets done. The third and final part of her mind merely focuses on the battle at hand.
Which she swiftly, quickly, will bring to a crescendo in terms of a fight, as she zips and dodges one vine and then the other as if in a dance, with only minimal scratches from the thorns. The monster catches only the after-image of her blade as it sings through the air. When she becomes too close to the torso of the beast, she's no longer dodging to find a path to it, she's cutting right through its arm to make one....
...Towards the fairies that control it, not the beast itself. ]
--Hah!
[ A lunge, a thrust, and burst of power added to the attack causes her blade to impale a few of them upon her sword; a turn, a shift, and a swipe upward slices the wings off of a few more; a pivot, a twirl, and her sword skewers the final three. With that taken care of, the vines will collapse into a useless heap. ]
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[ he withdraws his sword from the crumpled beast and wipes it on its shriveled form, returning it to wherever it is he keeps it with satisfaction. he looks... somewhat satisfied with the result, though he was hoping it would put up a bit more of a fight. (he's definitely going to be coming back here later to see about recruiting those fairies, though. enough of those vine monsters could make pretty good footsoldiers.) ]
... Well? Did you manage to get the wings off without marring them too much?
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Well, that's neither here nor there, so she just tucks that back into one of the corners of her mind. ] Mm. [ A nod, and she crouches to sweep up some of the wings into the palm of her hand, splattered with fairy-blood. ] We have enough, I believe.
[ She pinches one of them between her index finger and her thumb, holding it up and watching how its membranes refract the light. ] They're quite beautiful, actually.... [ She murmurs, speaking only so that she might say something to distract herself from having the need to destroy the creature itself to whom such a beautiful thing belonged in the first place. ]
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he steps forward and picks one up himself, holding it to the light to examine it. ]
Unusually fragile, for fairies. Hyrulean fairies are more... robust, though I suppose that could be due to their healing magics. [ he pauses. ] ... What could possibly be done with these fairy wings, I could not begin to guess. They don't seem magical on their own.
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The other part of her mind continues on with the conversation, answering him without delay. ] Antidotes, if I had to guess, or perhaps powder or polish that can augment weapons. Or maybe they can even be crushed into salves.
I am not an apothecary, however, and we do not have any recipe to concoct such potions.
[ ... ] There is a library in the castle covered in thorns, deep in the woods, I hear. That may be a starting point for how they can be used. I shall head there next. [ Another pause, this time as if she's realizing something, and then she turns to him. ]
You... are.... welcome to join me. [ Oops, that came out more hesitantly than she intended. Oh well, she can't be perfect. ]
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Alchemy, then. Useless to us in a place with such... paltry creatures.
Hmm. [ he closes his eyes a moment, thinking deeply. the princess is wise, and shrewder than many of her line he had encountered. there's a possibility this is a trap of some form, that she's attempting to lead him to some kind of advantageous ground to strike at him.
he's also, of course, absolutely certain he could take her- her light isn't as big a threat without that sword to accompany it- so it's not that big a concern.
he nods. ]
Very well. This... alliance of ours... Though it pains me, and I must assume you as well, it is not without its... benefits. I shall accompany you for now.
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She's never been someone to ask for an alliance with the mindset that she, her nation, or her troops might be a burden of others. And so when his tone suggests that their little truce might be something of the sort between them is... well, it makes her pause for a moment. Like it's a struggle to admit that there might be some merit to them working together. ]
The Gerudo... do they not practice such arts? [ With the Hylians copying the basics and expanding upon them, anyway. ] Innovation is within your blood; we may not even have a need for old alchemy books with your expansive knowledge.
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it is even more of a betrayal when she brings up the gerudo. ]
... They did. Every Gerudo vai knew how to make potions far greater than anything seen elsewhere in Hyrule, perhaps outside of the Zora.
[ he trains his eye on her. ]
You learn to make do with what you can, when you live in such an unforgiving place as the desert. You learn to heal, or you die. That was the way of things for the Gerudo.
[ he closes his eyes again. ]
... That being said, I was a voe. The only one, certainly, one with privilege, but a voe nonetheless. It would have been outside of my station as king to learn much. I weaved magic, instead.
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He happened, the Great King of Evil, infringing upon their timeline. It would be disrespectful to all of the men, the brothers, the fathers, the sons that she had lost int he battles to him, if she offered such a gesture as a hand upon his shoulder.
When his eyes land upon her, she meets he gaze evenly, unflinching but acknowledging his strife. ] A sorcerer-king is still a sorcerer... A rare magic; you would have done well-- immortalized, perhaps, should you have penned your own grimoire. [ She provides delicately, and then she walks past him, simply expecting him to follow her towards their destination. ] The argument at its core goes down to resources. We [ Hyrule. ] has what you [ The Gerudo. ] need to live a more comfortable life; we do acknowledge this. [ Stating it flatly on two counts: one, actual resources. Two: the goddess-damned other two pieces of the Triforce. ]
Hyrule is.... blessed by the goddesses with fertility, with land that yields crops and mountains that provide rare minerals. The dessert.... [ Who knows. Maybe it'll give a lot of oil in the future, if they dig deep enough. ] We recognize its hardships.
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[ he shakes his head. ]
... Eons have passed since then. How many lifetimes ago was that, I wonder? ... But it matters not. The Gerudo and I have long since stopped being as one. I am no longer their king, and they no longer my people. My own actions have cursed them as thoroughly as the treatment by Hyrule.
... And yet, perhaps it is through that curse that they find pity. [ he exhales, a humorless laugh. ] In the end, maybe I gave them the salvation they hoped for after all.
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Here lies Hyrule's bloody history...
She has always hoped that it would only be just that. That it would simply lie there in a tomb, never to actually be enacted out again; only remembered so that it might not ever happen again.]
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...Would you like to know what has happened to them, as they are now? What they became of themselves, how they are still the strongest warriors in the land, how they build their merchant-chiefdom? [ She asks him as they walk, tone light. He probably already knows, but still, she honors them: ]
Their legacy is strength, their innovation. You, too, shared that legacy once...
It's a shame you chose a path that differed from theirs in the end, that of destruction.
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I know well the path they walk. Nabooru's... change of allegiance assured clemency of a kind in the era of the Hero of Time. I doubt they were ever persecuted the same way again; no, far easier to curse my name instead, and cast them in the mold of those who fought alongside the Hero despite the treachery of their king.
[ he exhales quietly. he's genuinely thinking about this, for whatever reason. attachment? just a desire to debate zelda, to aggravate her? it's hard to know. he's lived countless lifetimes- perhaps attempting to understand him is impossible. ]
And yet... I wonder. Did they truly become great, or did they merely fall in line? Is the Gerudo legacy one of power, or one of obedience? Look beyond the era of the Hero of Time, Princess, and tell me how often you see the Gerudo. Did they rise up to fight alongside the Hero of Twilight? Did they offer succor to the Last Hero, or rally behind the Hero of Winds?
[ he turns to stare her right in the eye, his own gaze filled with fire. ]
... The Gerudo may have been cursed by their heritage, left to die in a bitter wasteland, cast aside to the howling winds. But it was not until they rallied behind that boy that they were brought to heel.
The Gerudo were proud. Independent. And now... merely dogs of the Hylians.