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The Legend of Zelda: The Last The Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster
Shards glared about him warily, and growled in disgust. The traitor was here with the queen, dancing as if they were an old wedded couple. If he had wanted to, the Spy could have easily slain them without anyone noticing, but he had something much more sinister in mind. His master’s orders were strict and clear; Erik was to suffer, not die. Not yet, at least.
Slinking fluidly amid the throngs of people gawking at the pair waltzing in the great hall, the Black Gerret smoothly made his way to his person.
“Impaz, what bring you here?” asked a grumpy Keddlesly. The baron had resigned himself to a table, another flagon of wine in his right hand, his left balled into a fist. The barons eyes and face were red, and he was breathing laboredly.
Shards played coy. “Nothing, dear baron, but I must ask, what is troubling you?”
Keddlesly looked as though he might cry. He
The Legend of Zelda: The Last
The Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster
The moment Link walked into the Great Hall, he was met with a barrage of sensation. The walls were covered in Hylian banners of royal blue, bright yellow and crimson, the six massive chandielers were trimmed to give off a steady light, and streamers of gold and silver hung from them in neat little bows. The entire hall itself was scrubbed clean, the marble floor polished to shine, and the carpet that usually dominated the floor had been rolled up. The entire hall sparkled beautifully.
Musicians were crowded into an alcove on the left, playing graceful melodies to which a number of lords and ladies danced to. Three tables were arranged to the right in rows, one sporting a collection of artifacts of Hyrule’s history which many of the more scholarly guests poured over, one of food and drink, which many of the guests took full advantage of, and another, longer one, at which guests rested from dancing, or chatted with friends.
Chapter 31 The drums filled t
The Last Blademaster Chapter 31
The drums filled the air as the horde moved on deeper into Hyrule.
The horde was restricted from moving too quickly in the dense woods of Faron, but it mattered little to Derge. Link and the bastard Erik would have told everyone of my presence by now, he speculated. Derge wasn’t a picky man. If he had stealth and surprise in his arsenal, then all the better, but he was confident and strong enough to do with out them. Besides, he had more pressing matters at hand. Ahead of him was the light spirit of the woods.
Faron crawled balefully out of the waters of his home, seizing his ball of light as he glared at the warlord and his host.
So, it was you, Takavirr. A powerful and wise man you were once…I knew not you would lower yourself to treachery and murder.
Derge stiffened slightly, recognizing the honorific title he once held.
“Oh, spare me your philosophy,” Derge sneered, “or do you not know what has happene
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"We've gotten everyone we could gather in the castle, sir. The masons and miners are right to work."
Erik prowled the top of the walls of Hyrule Castle, observing the work taking place below. All around the Castle and the Town, a massive, cavernous hole was being dug. Blacksmiths were working night and day, forging swords, shields and spears, while fletchers manufactured arrows by the bundle. Bruce, the owner of the Golden Cuccoo Inn, had offered to enlist to teach the soldiers basic machinery building and repair, utilizing his time in the lumber industry to construct siege engines, while his wife Mazie converted their Inn into a hospital ward. Every volunteering, able bodied man, Goron and Zora were equipped, then enrolled into Erik's combat training. The soldiers had by now built up a new respect for their new leader, and General Fredrick named him Vice General and head Advisor. However, it was after two months of preparation and training that Zelda kn
The Legend of Zelda: The Last Blademaster chp. 29
Ilia sat in Derge's pavilion, holding her breath in anxiety and anticipation. The warlord was calmly reading a book whilst lounging on his throne. He hadn't spoken a word to her since her capture in Ordon two days ago.
Ilia shifted nervously. She was seated at a table laden with food for the two of them. But the young woman had no appetite whatsoever, instead dreading the hour when her captor claimed her that night. She knew it would be tonight; why else would Derge have sent for her, have her dress in a long, surprisingly light blue modest dress and wait for his command? Tonight would be the night, and Ilia prayed for either one of two things, that it would end quickly, or she would die before it was over.
Derge slowly closed the book and sighed, leaning royally back against the throne. His eyes where closed, his mouth drawn into a slight frown. He rose without warning and, much to Ilia's fear, drew his sword.
"Peace, little one," said Derge in a shockingly gentle
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