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Open The Great Flood (AKA another Zelda RPG.)

Eric mumbled just as Ohayou began to reorganize his cabin.

"You had better stop touching my stuff, or when you shrink, then I will be having Minish for dinner..." he mumbled loudly as he began to get up. He rubbed his eyes. "So? Got the stuff you need?"
 
Ohayou walked out of the cabin, and facepalmed again.
"I've had all the stuff I needed since I gave you the elixr..."
 
"Ah, ok, then we are off!" Eric gleefully shouted as he ran to the wheel. He grabbed it, pulled a few levers, and the ship began to sail away from Windfell Island. He steered the ship so that it would be on a direct course to the Tower. Eric sighed.

"We have a good two hours until we get there, Ohayou, so do you think you can man the deck for the time being while I work on my blade?" Eric asked him politely. His blade was a lovely scimitar, made out of fine, rare metals from deep within the Stone Castle. He had to go in so deep that even the cloak was having troubles protecting him. But, he managed to get the metal needed and worked on it for many weeks, finally finishing his scimitar roughly six months ago. The Golden Claw was golden in colour, with sapphires embedded in its hilt. The handle was wrapped with fine silk, the threads being enchanted to resist heat just as well, if not better, than his cloak. The hilt also had a layer of this silk put on, to protect Eric's hands further. The blade is razor sharp, and capable of fending off the most brutal of attacks. Eric grinned. He had a secondary motive for going to the Tower of the Gods. And it involved his sword, the gods, and a magical metal that is apparently found only in the Tower...
 
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"Ok!~" Ohayou cried, running towards the prow.
Just before Eric went below deck, Ohayou asked, "Do you have any materials for a summoning spell? Because I'll need to summon the S.S. Beerbottle here at sundown."
 
(Well, it'd hardly be fair if any one person had the Master Sword, would it? And even if it was shared among us, I'd rather it just not really be in this RPG, unless I can think of a role for it like I did the Triforce and Phantom Hourglass.)
 
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Nemik thought for a moment. That was a problem.

"Alright then," he said, "I'll come and get you myself."


He tied the rope to the railing of the ship and, taking a deep breath, jumped into the water.

It was cold, sharp, searing, freezing cold, biting at every millimetre of his tiny body. Shivering already, he swam over to the stranded Minish and put an arm around him. After making sure Starr was secure, Nemik used the other hand and his legs to climb slowly up the rope.
 
(I certainly don't mind the Master Sword being in the RP! I think it's an awesome idea!)

An idea came to Lita. "The three of you, Sasrie, Hilda, Lisfer," Lita called, "Don't hit the ship, just try and scare it. I'm tired of this fight, and I've just found that the scent of treasure has faded away. I'll have Isniri check out sea charts in case we passed over what gave me the false alarm. Just scare the ship away," She finished.

The three of them gave no verbal response, but nodded and began working on misaiming the cannons.
 
Tiravs, meanwhile, noted the leader talking to her crew mates, and used the momentary slow down to set his course straight and speed off towards the island.

"Phew...thank god, they probably have figured that I'm not worth-" he began, before a poorly aimed cannonball landed in the water afew feet away. Gulping, he willed the ship to go faster.
 
The sky seemed really bright. Really. Almost purple. Or yellow. Or-
"God, I'm seriously losing it."
Lying on the floor, Mica was staring at the sun out of sheer boredom. There wasn't any wind, and there was nothing but water, water, water, water, water....
"Thought so."
The Zora stood up and jumped off the side of the ship and dove down. She hadn't been in the water for a while, too long. She swam to the surface and looked around.
Hmm. Haven't seen any ships lately.
 
"At last!"

Thge Silver Scale came to a complete stop at the stony crag of the Weeping Mother. Ruka climbed up onto the side, inhaled a bit and grinned as she slipped into the water.

"Been way too long..." she muttered pleasantly.
 
Cinderpelt said:
(Well, it'd hardly be fair if any one person had the Master Sword, would it? And even if it was shared among us, I'd rather it just not really be in this RPG, unless I can think of a role for it like I did the Triforce and Phantom Hourglass.
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[Well, the Master Sword IS what is sealing Ganondorf in stone, and it could also be why the floods are happening. Perhaps the wish to flood Hyrule went awry, because the Master Sword was being desecrated by being left in Ganondorf? And then once someone tried to pull it out of him, the floods would get loose, as the person would be surprised, allowing the ultimate evil to take control of Evil's Bane, pissing off the Goddesses even further?]


Eric shouted up, "The ingredients are right in the storage compartment under the wheel!" He then went to his workshop and took out his blade. He grabbed his new smithing hammer and heated the blade. Taking some of the ore from his bag, he slowly added it to the blade, making the alloy blade stronger. He then took out the sword to cool in a bucket of water and called up to Ohayou.

"Hey! When you have the ship steady and on course, can you come down here? I need help with some enchantments!"
 
(No, I've already got a plot planned out that's nothing like that one. Besides, I'm pretty sure the Master Sword is only useful when destroying evil. What use would it be against a ragtag team of heroes?)

"Er, yeah, thanks. My name's Starr. What's yours?" Starr said, wincing as he tried not to show his annoyance at the saltwater splashing into his wounds again.
 
(I didn't want to know more plot at the moment, but oh well. Damn my curiousity.)

Lita watched the ship go by for a moment, then she said, "Turn the Dawnlight around, Tasra, then stop the ship. I will have a word with Isniri." Tasra obeyed and Lita walked below the deck. Almost instantly Isniri stood up and half-shouted, "We just went right over a treasure!"

"I figured. Where is the chart for it... Ah, here it is." Lita grabbed a treasure chart, unrolled it, and took a good look at it.

"By the gods, we did just drift over it, and if my eyes don't decieve me..." on an impulse, Lita ran back to the deck and shouted, "GET THE CLAW!"

Naria, the salvaging master, was not slow to open a small hatch and lift a mechanical device out of it that was attached to the ship- the salgave arm, or claw as Lita liked to call it. With an excited grin, Naria lowered the claw into the sea. Lita smiled at her emthusiasm.

Really, she and I are the only true adventurers of us all... I admire her emthusiasm, Lita thought as the claws dipped beneath the surface of the water.
 
"No problem," said Nemik, disappeared downstairs for a moment. When he reappeared, he had a load of strange-looking potion ingredients under both arms. He dropped them onto the deck, and opened the book. "I'm Nemik," he replied, "How long have you been there? Ah-hah!"

He read through the method of the spell he had found for a few moments, and began crushing herbs and leaves with a pestle and mortar.
 
Starr pondered this for a moment, and replied, "I don't know, really. At least a few hours, though I couldn't focus much on time, and I lost track of it altogether when the seagull attacked me and my ship was destroyed. Is that a healing potion you're making? Anyways, I'd be much obliged if you could take me to Windfell Isle..."
 
"Seagull? A few horus? Sounds like you've had it rough."

Nemik smiled kindly and finished the potion by adding a single seed into the mixture, which suddenly turned a vivid, healthy green. He took some of the solution, which happened to be sticky, on his finger, and rubbed it into one of Starr's wounds. "It might sting a bit, but it'll help," he said, getting another glob ready. "Windfell Isle? Well, I was on the way to Weeping Mother's Isle, but sure, if you need to get there, I can take you."

He glanced at the Echo Jar, still in the middle of the deck.
 
(I just want a general idea of what we're doing...)

Tiravs shakilly stepped onto shore, and looked around. While it wasn't his home port, but that was alright. Smiling, he went off to buy some food, his wallet full of rupees that had burst from the orbs of darkness that sharks and peahats left behind when they died, orbs floating on the ocean surface.
 
Ohayou pulled the wheel into place,and held it still with a spell.
"Coming!" he yelled down to Eric.
Grabbing the box of ingredients, he ran below deck.
"Okies! I be here!" he cried, throwing a banana at Eric.
 
(All you really need to know for now is that everybody needs to meet up near the Tower of Gods soon, after they've finished whatever they're currently doing.)
 
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