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Welcome to the Test Drive Meme for

escordvi! Anyone can participate in the test drive, regardless of invite eligibility. Just keep in mind that only those who have received invitations from the mods can actually reserve on October 25th and apply on November 1st. Our EMP/ATP can be found here.

For your toplevel, please include the following: Character Name | Canon | Armada Choice | TDM (IF TDMING). Current players can use the same header, just without the "TDM" label. We do require those who are TDMin'g to include the label so other players can distinguish between others.

For everyone's convenience, TDM threads can be carried over in game if you wish! If you are still unsure which armada to place your character, you can play it a bit loose and vague in the TDM and make retroactive changes if you carry over the threads. The log itself is set to cover the IC dates of October 11 for new arrivals to appear, and October 25th until the end of the month for the event itself. Characters will appear at random intervals during this time rather than all at once, so players have some more flexibility on how much more adjusted they are for someone else.

If you have any question about the TDM, comment here. If you have questions about the game in general, please comment to the Game Info.

TOPLEVEL DIRECTORY (Updated October 29)

GETTING STARTED

This section can be timed for any time after October 11th until the end of the month, which includes during the current event. These prompts are to benefit those TDMing, but this portion can be handwaved instead and serve as a reference for players to know what their character will have experienced and learned on arrival.

STARTER SHIPS

There are two ships that serve as starting ships for each armada: Stormbringer for the Corsairs, and Royal Fortune for the Paladins. There are various ways new arrivals—or riftfarers as they will be called, among other creative names—will appear on or by these ships. The crews for both ships will also seem a bit odd to some, as it is a mix of humans and various animal folk, non-humans that look more animal than human. Some just look like large versions of their smaller counterparts. From birds, to seals, to even bears, there is no shortage of interesting faces and people on these ships.

🚪 Random room. It could be empty, filled with crates or supplies; down in the hull where the livestock are kept; have the luck to awaken in a bed...or the misfortune of that bed already occupied; somewhere in the kitchens; in the bathroom—any room! Now let's hope the doors can open or someone may have to try and ask for help. Or jump through the porthole if there is one and it's above water.
⛵ On deck. If not in the ship itself, another possible spot to wake up to is somewhere on the maindeck. If they're lucky, they're on the deck itself. More unfortunate souls may find themselves caught in the sails or netting, the crow's nest, or on the top of the masts. Someone should be able to help, right? Or catch.
🌊 In the water. The most unlucky sods will find themselves appearing in mid-air just past the ship and plummeting straight into the water. Good news, there's always someone on the lookout for such a thing and calls for help to throw a lifesaver get the rowboat will be made. Are there sharks? Well... ...Are there?

However the new riftfarers arrive, they will be poorly clothed, practically rags or loose uniforms depending on the ship. Fortunately, veteran crewmates will guide them, escorting them to a room with a strange typewriter in it. After typing their name, the typewriter will magically continue and type by itself at a fast pace until it dings and rolls out the paper. This paper will have the following information:

• Name and Shellphone ID (journalname)
• Armada (Corsair or Paladin, will match the starter ship)
• Cabin Number for their personal cabin on the starter ship
• Apartment Address for their personal address at their base armada location
• A basic map of the starting locations in Eltrut, including written directions (continued in the Eltrut section)
• A basic map of where they can find a chest with their original clothes and belongings (this will be different for every person and will be anywhere either on the starter ship or on Eltrut—players can be creative here).

After that, the crewmate will do their best to explain the basics of how they got here, what's going on, and what they'll need to do to live in Escordvi while they are here, giving them a small leather pouch with money. They will be reaching Eltrut soon, so the crewmate will suggest they look around, meet the others who have arrived. Even from their distance, they will be able to see the giant sea turtle that serves as Eltrut's leviathan.

ON ELTRUT

Once in Eltrut, the new riftfarers will be greeted by several birdfolk who will be happy to give tours to those who may need them. Otherwise, anyone is free to roam as they please and will have a map for the following main places they should visit.

🐚 Microshell. The first stop that is encouraged will be Microshell, the main store to acquire their own personal Shellphone. The paper they received on their starter ship will have their ID and the staff at the store will set them up, explaining how the device and the network works.
✒️ Inkwave, Tattoo Parlor. The next stop is Inkwave, a tattoo parlor run by a very burly but friendly octopus, Knistej. Here everyone receives their own unique magic tattoo, allowing anyone to cast specific single element spells and other magic. Note: tattoos are required before anyone will be able to use their original magical abilities.
📜 MANTA office. The final stop is the MANTA office, where all the request, mission, and task notices are posted. Each armada has their own branch office for armada specific notices as well. A great place to find jobs to earn some cash so they don't stay a hobo forever.

ELTRUT: FESTIVAL

Each year, during the month when the Ghoul's Moon rises, its reddish glow illuminating the waves like blood on water, the spirits of the dead gather at the edge of the tide and their spiritual energy reaches its peak. During this monthly period, spirits and ghosts seem to be most active, dancing and playing in the dark and searching for the last ship they will ride in their journey over the ocean to reach their final resting place. Spirits are powerful and energetic enough that are able to appear in their living corporeal forms and appear as living, breathing people. Or they are able to walk the earth as they once saw themselves. Even if some of their memories of those lost years might be hazy.

The Leviathans and surrounding islands are bright with festive colours and lights so that these spirits may find their way in the dark and shadows. Even Eltrut gets into the festive spirit, "shaking off" its shell to reveal a pumpkin form with a natural glow like a lantern. Celebrations are ripe with music, dancing and good old merriment to see them through.

This year’s Ghoul’s Moon celebrations includes a Farmer’s Market that is situated at the main pier. Locals, farmers, and merchants from near and far away have gathered to the market to sell their handmade goods for autumn, selling anything from fresh grown fruits and vegetables, to pickled jars of eggs, beans and beets. To dried moose jerky and cuts of fresh steaks and cured sausages and tasty cheeses. Don’t forget the homemade soaps, knitted hats and mittens, ribbons, jewels, weapons, fashion accessories and more! Riftfarers are also encouraged to take up their own booths and to sell their own goods and services to the festival goers as well!

🥤 Spooky boba challenge. One of the many market booths is holding a challenge to go along with their seasonal boba drinks (like pumpkin spice!). Several boba drinks are sold with floating pumpkin jellies, candy worms, bat-shaped tapioca pearls and ghost-shaped candies. The add-ons themselves are various random unknown flavours that might take the drinker by surprise. Some might taste like sour lemons, while another might taste like spicy chili peppers. If anyone can drink the entire boba without making a face, they’ll be rewarded with a coupon for a free boba with a very normal flavour.

🎃 Pumpkin collecting. One of the local pumpkin farmers has brought a boatload of pumpkins to the market for the season. But instead of just picking out what pumpkin to buy, the pumpkins have been scattered in a random pattern across a dark grassy patch. With only a few dim lanterns to help, try and collect as many pumpkins in the dark as needed. Just be careful not to trip on the various magical pumpkin vines in the patch that might try to trip others on purpose.

🍬 Candy treat exchange. There are various vendors selling all sorts of seasonal homemade candies and sweets. A little game has appeared between the vendors that if a candy or sweet is bought from one vendor that it should be traded with another person who bought from a different vendor. Buy some candy corns, milk chocolates or fruit lollipops and exchange them with friends to collect the whole set of candies available. And eat them all, too!

🐈‍ Black kitten spirits. The market is a bustling little zone that isn’t free from pesky Ghoul’s Moon spirits. A gaggle of mischievous black kitten spirits are haunting various booths and vendors, stealing items and scratching at things that aren’t theirs. They seem to be so small they fit in one hand, so they are hard to spot! The market vendors are asking others to keep a look-out for them. And to catch them with little wicker baskets, if possible!

🍏 Bunnyfish bobbing. One of the booths selling fresh apples is offering a little “apple" bobbing challenge with a twist! While blindfolded and handcuffed (it was a corsair’s idea), use only your mouth to catch a Bunnyfish bobbing in a bucket of freezing ice water. If a flopping Bunnyfish can be picked up, the vendor will offer an apple smothered in candy caramel and peanuts as a reward! Sweet-sour apples can be purchased by the basket as well.

🧴 Potions & lotions. A beauty guru has a special market booth where she is offering various potions and lotions for a price. These products are boasted to be mood enhancers. Including potions or topical lotions that will increase happiness, confidence or love. While other offer to enhance moods such as anger, sadness or hate. Because there might be someone out there who needs a potion like that. The effects of these products last for about twelve hours. For a little extra excitement, she can give you a potion or lotion at random. They’re also very hydrating!

While there are traditional festival game booths and food stalls scattered all through the main roads of Eltrut, there are special activities set up just outside of town available. A haunted corn maze out in the fields where the volunteers try to scare participants and the corn seems to shift and move to change the layout, but those who make it through will enjoy some corn ribs. Bubble races where participants go on a wild, tumbling ride down a giant hill while inside a giant bubble shaped either as pumpkins or skulls and referred to as "pubble" and "skubble" respectively. Try not to get popped early! Haunted hayrides for a thrilling adventure through the woods that end at an old haunted manor that will leave everyone screaming. And for a bit of a thirst quencher, try some Pumpkin Nog, which comes either with or without spiced rum, this alcoholic treat will warm up anyone with just a few sips.

On the night of the 31st, fireworks will go off to signal the end of the festival. Until then, it's an almost week-long festival for everyone to have fun and celebrate those who have passed.

NAUGHTILUST: MASQUERADE

On the evening of the 30th, the Naughtilust will steadily make its way over towards Eltrut and stop within ferryboat distance of Shellton. The two leviathans will greet each other with friendly accord, the Naughtilust presenting its friend with a large pumpkin shell filled with delicious treats for it to enjoy. All the shops, taverns, inns, brothels, and all entertainment services will be open all night long, and while the main target audience are adults, they do provide some "safe," family friendly entertainment for the younger crowd. Special dancers, musicians, and other entertainers line the streets on the Naughtilust to provide all kinds of delight.

However, the main highlight is the grand masquerade which is held at the Helice Palace, one of the largest and grandest buildings on the leviathan. As its name suggests, it is designed to fit the image of royalty, with large gardens, multiple ballrooms, grand halls, private and public terraces, and enough rooms to house any guest who may wish to spend the night (with a partner). Normally one would have to pay a hefty fee, but for the Ghoul's Moon, the sirens are opening it up for one grand fee of attending the masquerade and dressing one's best.

This year, the theme of the masquerade is Haunted Funeral Wedding. A strange theme that mixes the formality and dress of weddings, but with a side of macabre as it is implied it is a wedding after death. Those who participate will be required to wear formal wear that can be from modern to regency ballroom, but one' s entire appearance must have an "undead" look: ghostly, ghastly, bloody, zombie, mummy, etc. It can be as tasteful or as gruesome and hideous as they want. Wedding styled gowns are also allowed. Many boutiques will offer costumes either to rent or buy for those who need them. The masquerade itself is open to all, young and old, however what happens beyond the ballroom may require some adult supervision.

It's still the Naughtilust, after all.

🎭 Masked dance partners. While some may already have a dedicated partner, there is a special enchantment that will be cast on all masks that will mask one's identity. There will even be a portion where everyone will be matched up at random with a dance partner. With only dance skills and voice alone, dance the night away or enjoy a song or two with a stranger. Perhaps it will be a chance to find a new friend or a new romantic interest.

🍹 Drunk pirate. There is a truth and lies drinking game offered to drinking adults. For everyone participating, they must share one random unique fact about themselves and the others must decide if the fact is the truth or a lie. If the guesser is wrong, they have to take a shot of straight coconut vodka. Start getting to know each other and start getting drunk like good pirates do!

🥇 Costume contest. Whether they volunteer or not, couples will find themselves suddenly tagged for the costume contest and shuffled into a special staging area where they will need to act out their costume and perform a themed dance. All participants will also receive a temporary enchantment to make their costumes more "realistic" to improve their performance.

🪶 Dancing in the air. Dancers will be "blessed"—or perhaps cursed?—to experience the ghostly wonder of flying while dancing, either within the main ballroom or even just outside on the terraces and gardens. While those in the ballroom can go as high as the ceiling, those outside will only venture up a few feet, so no one will find themselves flying off to sea. Some may find themselves a little transparent at times, but the warmth shared with their partners is still very real.

💐 Boo-quets. Create hauntingly beautiful bouquets that can be used either for the weddings or funerals that are taking place around the masquerade. Or perhaps make one as a gift for a loved one. Just make sure the flowers picked are the less "screeching" kind…or won't whisper dark, embarrassing secrets.

Outside the Helice Palace are special gardens that one can take a romantic stroll around and host hauntingly beautiful weddings under the blood moon. They boast a number of different flora, small hedge mazes, gazebos, and fine statues for those to enjoy. There are also many shaded corners and little hideaways that couples can hide in should they wish to enjoy something else. This year, the flowers in particular fit the theme, with bloody red and black roses and some should be wary as the flowers may be even scream out or whisper eerie tidings. A number of tombstones also fill the area. Perfect for creating a haunting ambience to cling onto each other.

👰 Wedding jitters. While some may have fun with the "undead wedding" concept and pretend to get hitched, there are some spirits who are taking this opportunity to make the vows they were unable to while living. However, even ghosts can feel nervous and some are having cold feet, hiding in dark corners while their awaiting partners are left searching for them. Help the couple before their negative feelings turn them into more hateful spirits throwing ghost hands.

😍 Possessed lovers. Some ghosts desperate to find their "eternal love" will latch onto living "grooms" or "brides," regardless if they are already spoken for not. While some will retreat if confronted, others may prove more stubborn, perhaps even try to force their "betrothed" to the altar. Then there are the rare few that must be dealt with—ghosts that will take to possessing the lover or who they think is the lover of someone. In this scenario, their acting may be good or bad, and some may just want to help spur on relations while others have more nefarious plans to steal the other's soul. One big tell for who is possessed is the eyes of the victim will have red hearts in their eyes. To save the victim, try one of the following methods: 1) throw "purified wine" at the victim; 2) throw "purified rice" at the victim; 3) ring the special bells found on tables right in their ear three times; 4) try and help fulfill their desire (suitable for non-dangerous spirits); 5) kiss them; 6) punch them.

🕯️ Weeping candles. As part of the theme, special candles can be lit either in the halls outside the ballroom or out in the gardens in remembrance of those who passed. When lit, the melting wax looks like tears, and the crackling flame sounds like quiet sobs—and the fumes may make those nearby cry as well. These candles are especially useful in helping lingering ghosts pass on.

⚰️ Floating coffins. There are special coffins set outside in various locations outside the palace. Large enough for two to ~~sleep~~ fit in comfortably, they are "open casket" though a lid can be pulled over for those who want some extra privacy. These coffins can also float through the gardens, allowing for a special private view while being closer to the red moon.

Whether one is deciding to pledge their eternal vows or not, some party crashers in the name of Captain Salt's Lonely Hearts Crew will appear, and they are different from the same crew that appeared in Latrommi— all of the ghoulish, ghastly kind. Only those of the undead will rush in, but because of the setting, not many will actually believe they will do harm and in fact some of the lonelier guests and ghosts may take them as a partner. But for the more determined, there will once again be some bride and/or groom abductions, be they dead or alive. Best to thwart their efforts or some weddings will turn into funerals.

GHOST PROBLEMS

All threads for these prompts are worth 4pts.

On the edge of the watery world of Escordvi, where the horizon blurs between sea and sky, tales of the Farplane echo through the salty winds. This underworld, a shadowy mirror of the living seas, is where the souls of the departed find their final resting place, guided by the spectral hand of Envoy Jades and his ship, The Asmodeous. The Farplane, this is where the spirits and ghosts can spend the rest of their eternity in the bliss they choose.

Envoy Jades, with his tattered coat and a gaze that pierces through the veil of life and death, has sailed the seas for as long as anyone can remember. He sings old sea shanties and sleeping lullabies as he makes his rounds collecting souls. And while his appearance is ghoulish and grave, it is said that his presence is kind and encouraging, often coaxing ghosts to enjoy their last days in celebration in the realm of the living before taking his ship to embark on their final journey. The ship, said to be forged from the remnants of sunken galleons and woven with the souls of the lost and found, sails the seas like a looming ghostly shadow all month long. It is said that those who witness the ship's passage may catch a glimpse of their own fate, as their reflections ripple through the water.

However there is a bit of a problem. Those out and about need to be careful as there are many restless and vengeful spirits about. Many are harmless and are out to play pranks, however there are some who may have grudges and can be dangerous, even possessing people. The following methods are known to work to help those who are possessed: 1) help fulfill their desire; 2) beat them down; 3) find some "blessed" water or relic to expel the ghost (many will be sold around the festival but whether they are real or fake is a hit or miss); 4) dunk the person in the ocean. Once released, help capture the ghost and bring it to the shore where Envoy Jades can collect the wayward soul.

👻💀 Ghostly possessions. Be careful not to be possessed by ghosts that are obsessed with love who will make the person possessed do anything and everything to find love, even if it means hurting someone. Or ghosts with a very opposite personality compared to the possessed, which will make them act how they normally wouldn’t act. Or even ghosts that used to be dangerous or murderous that will possess others and make them want to murder someone too. Ghost possession can be any and all sorts, from dangerous to playful.

🧜 Mermaid ghosts. Ghosts of mermaids that perished in a terribly violent way are around and swimming about various docks and boats looking for unsuspecting victims to attack. These mermaids look half-eaten and angry and will attack anyone on sight and try and take a bite out of them in return. Be careful when docking and escape while you still have all your limbs. Trying to fight a ghost-mermaid-zombie off could be tricky.

👻 A dead man. A familiar looking ghost of a man once alive is wandering about demanding that his seamstress be returned to him. He keeps blathering on and on about how he owns his woman and that no one can take her away from him and that she is his to control. With a closer look, this ghost’s neck is ripped open so he has a hard time speaking clearly and his angry ugly shouts come out as wheezes and growls. Most believe this delusional ghost doesn’t deserve to be around, so find a way to destroy or send it away.

🌹 Emberbloom victims. Many of the lost ghosts wandering about are ghosts that carry beautiful red and orange flowers that look like the bright sunset. These ghosts are the departed spirits of murdered people that were buried on the Leviathan, Elah. These ghosts seem happy enough to be wandering about once again but they also seem sad that they never found their true love to give their flower to. Help these ghosts find their true love (Maybe it’s you? Maybe it’s someone else?) and help them give their ghostly sunset flower to another.

🐄 Bull ghost. A massive skeletal bull ghost is also out and about wandering the lands. It doesn’t seem particularly aggressive or violent, even if it looks like it could stomp on someone and kill them instantly. Actually, it seems quite nice and likes to listen to love songs. Try avoiding a fight and sing him something pretty instead.

🎃 Pumpkaboos. Little pumpkin-like ghost spirits are dancing and playing all over the Leviathans and the surrounding islands. These little spooks are playful and sweet and enjoy lighting the way for people walking around in the dark and are said to be spirit guides that lead ghosts to Envoy Jades’s ship. But while sweet, be careful, as these little spirits are able to hypnotize others and can control them to do their little pranks and harmless bidding. But they mostly want to play.

Every now and then, The Asmodeus will appear on the shores of Eltrut and other places that are having issues with ghosts. Although the ship may appear dark and dangerous, it will only appear to only collect the roaming spirits nearby before departing. It will remain active until dawn, and once the ship has been loaded with the spirits ready to depart, it fades away on the ocean’s horizon.

However, The Asmodeus should be mistaken for the ghostly ship that attacked Eltrut’s shores last year. In fact, while also collecting the wayward spirits, when it's off in distant waters, its speed picks up and seems to be searching…perhaps for this very ship that has not been seen since last Ghoul's Moon.

QUESTS

The current MANTA Board is available, but we have a couple of additional quests that are specific for the event! Teaming up is of course encouraged, no matter what the affiliation. You can assume they acquired some kind of ship for the quests out at sea, either the starter ship or some other ship heading out there. All quests will be worth 4 points.

Killer Sharkgulls

Eltrut port and ships

Seagulls can be a pain to most ships. Yet, seagulls that have evolved to be violently carnivorous can be even worse. These birds, effectively named sharkgulls, have been seen attacking ships and ports alike. They are big enough to eat small children in one gulp, or will do their best to eat full-grown humans after they've ripped them to bite-sized shreds! Beware and kill them before they can kill you!

Message in a Bottle

Everywhere

It’s a popular tradition to write a handwritten message and put it in a bottle and to send it out to sea. Sometimes messages come back with written responses. Sometimes they don’t! But writing a message can be a very therapeutic or fun thing to do. It might net the writer a few new pen pals or some well needed anonymous advice. Pen a letter, place it in a glass bottle and release it into the ocean's waves to see what happens. And be sure to respond to any bottles you find, too!

Plundering Pumpkins

Everywhere

There’s been a rumour going around that wearing a mask crafted from a carved pumpkin is an effective countermeasure to scare away ghosts. Demand for pumpkins has thus spiked all month, and farmers are struggling to keep up with demand. Some people are willing to pay a very high price for people to, ahem, acquire pumpkins from the local farms for them, while farmers will pay with coin and free produce to any who will help guard their crops for harvest.

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[He words jolt him out of his ruminations and he gazes down at her as if he's not entirely present. Like the request just hit the ear wrong and he can't parse it.]

[But when the request registers and his eyes flicker with recognition, he nods.]

Y-Yeah...yeah, of course. I'd...I'd like to light one as well. If you don't mind.

[He's being intentionally obtuse as to whether he means he wants to light one for Sonia or for his own loved ones. Darin's trauma and grief are hard to express and he's been trained by his world to tamp it down. But the cracks are forming. Zelda's uniquely special in that she's seen more of what's behind his mask than anyone else.]

[He leads her to the recess where the candles line the wall in different heights. Small groups of candles flicker while others stand cold and lifeless, waiting for a flame of remembrance to ignite upon them. Darin finds a long, ornate piece of metal holding a wick that can be used to light one candle with the flame of another and he dutifully holds it out to Zelda.]

[He licks his lips as if his mouth were suddenly dry. As if he wants to say something but holds his tongue.]

H...Here.

[ Zelda has learned to read Darin the same way that she reads Link-- slowly and carefully, knowing that there is far more beneath the surface than either man shows. Their reasons are somewhat similar, but the manner in which they hide themselves could not be more different. Link suppressed his emotions until he became as stone; Darin shaped himself into someone else entirely.

Over time (and helped in large part by amnesia), the stone cracked and the real Link began to shine through. Perhaps someday Darin will discard his mask. He has allowed Zelda to see beneath it, to glimpse the truth of who he is. If only she could, she would snatch that mask away from him and throw it into the sea. But she can't be the one to remove it; Darin has to do so in his own time.

Zelda holds up her hand to decline the offered flame. ]

Would you mind going first? I haven't thought of what I want to say.

[ It's a lie and it wouldn't come as a surprise if Darin was able to see that. But Zelda can see that he has something to say. Perhaps she can, in a manner, encourage him to speak. ]

[Darin looks at her and then at the wick in his hands, pondering it like one might stare into a campfire. He nods slowly and moves to light it with the flame of another candle.]

[Where does he begin...? How does he start grieving people he'd never had the chance to properly grieve? He was just born when his mother died. And he was fighting for his life when his brother and father's remains were laid to rest. He woke up and instead of celebration for his well-being, he was forced to contend with one question.]

['Why did you survive?']

[So...maybe it's best to start with a question.]

Did I...Did I ever tell you...why I'm so afraid of ghosts...?

[It's rhetorical. Darin's never told anyone why he's scared of ghosts. Not even Acteon. It's a fear that's rooted deep in his image of himself. One that he has always refused to address...until someone came along and made him wonder if maybe he could be more. To someone. To himself.]

You...know how they say ghosts are created...right? That people die with...unfinished business. Or they die feeling strong emotions that...that tether their spirits to their world...

[Darin can already feel the emotion causing a lump to form in his throat. He swallows but it persists, and so too must he.]

My mom...died giving birth to Dromas and me. My dad and Dromas...they died protecting me. And...heh...and Dromas came back all twisted and— ...he hates me. What I am. But...but the fear began long before that...

I was always...I was always afraid that my parents didn't pass on like they should have. That they could see what I became or...what I didn't become.

[Shakily, he lights one candle.]

I don't even know my own mother's voice...what would she say if she saw how I lived...?

[He lights another.]

A-And my dad? Heh...I'm sure he had such high hopes for Dromas and I. We were gonna be knights. The man was a real life hero and what am I? I was born to become what heroes fight against.

[He hesitates...but lights a third candle.]

And Dromas...I've let him down too. He died in my place. Protecting me. If he'd been the one to survive...he probably wouldn't have walked away from our dream. He's come back and he's seen how much of my life I've wasted.

[Darin exhales slowly and takes a step back. He watches the three candles beginning to burn. Slowly, the wax begins to dribble...]

[And Darin finds himself unable to hold back the lifetime of sadness that has sat within him. Congealing like a murky pool in the depths of a cave. Deep and unfathomable where no light can reach. Tears trickle down his cheeks in time with the wax.]

I'm scared of ghosts because I'm scared that one day I'll cross paths with the ghosts of my parents. I'm terrified of how disappointed they must be. I'm scared that the first time I hear my mother's voice, it'll be to tell me that I've let her down.

[He steels his jaw and stares into the flames, too afraid to avert his gaze. He doesn't want to see the pitiable look Zelda must be giving him.]

I'm their unfinished business, Zelda. Just like I'm Dromas' unfinished business. He has every right to hate me for the joke that I've become. Caught between who I am and what I am. Every ghost, every specter, every phantom...

...They're just reminders that regret transcends life.

And when I see them, I can't help but wonder if my family regrets me.

Edited 2024-11-04 21:11 (UTC)

[ Zelda listens quietly, keeping her eyes on the candles in order to spare Darin any potential discomfort her gaze might unintentionally cause. She has to fight the urge to interrupt him and refute his assumptions of how his family would feel about him if they could see him today. It's not just because she believes wholeheartedly that they would feel nothing but love for him-- it's because the princess has been here herself, when she survived the Calamity that killed almost everyone she loved. She know the guilt of being the one who survived.

As she watches the candles, Zelda can feel her eyes beginning to burn. That's unusual-- smoke from candle flame usually doesn't bother her eyes. She removes a handkerchief from a hidden pocket on her dress and dabs her eyes with it.

But it doesn't help. If anything, it makes her eyes feel worse, like she's on the verge of tears herself. Swallow them, she reminds herself. Don't let them fall. A princess must not cry, even at a memorial. A princess must be strong and steadfast for others.

As Darin falls silent, Zelda leans in against his arm, using her weight to remind him of what's real and bring him back to the present, lest he get lost in his grief. She lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, giving him space to breathe, before she speaks. ]

If the spirits of your parents yet linger in your world, I do not believe that it's regret that holds them.

[ Zelda carefully takes the wick from Darin's hand and lights the first two of her candles ]

There are many different types of spirits in Hyrule, including ghosts like these, clinging to the living world because they refuse to leave it just yet. Some refuse to leave behind their unfinished business, their unfulfilled duties. Others are trapped by the strength of their own emotions.

[ She lights her third and fourth candles. ]

When the Champions were killed by Calamity Ganon's blight, their spirits remained within the Divine Beasts they once piloted. I suspect they may have been trapped by the blight, but even if they weren't, I believe they would have chosen to remain. They died before they could fulfill their duties to protect Hyrule from the Calamity; they would never allow themselves to rest while the beast yet lived.

When Link freed the Divine Beast's from Ganon's control, the other Champions pledged to fight by his side to defeat Ganon once and for all.

[ She lights her fifth candle. The smoke is really starting to bother her eyes now. ]

My father died in the Calamity as well, but his guilt and his regrets kept him chained to the land. For one hundred years, he held vigil over the Shrine of Resurrection, waiting for Link to emerge fully healed. And when he finally did, Father-- [ A small sob chokes her and the tears she's been holding back spill over. ] --Father asked Link to save me. Not Hyrule. Me.

[ Zelda has more candles, but she pauses here for the moment, eyes locked on her five candles. ]

For a long time, I used to ask, "Why me?" Why was I the only one to survive the Calamity when I was the least worthy to live? The Champions were depending on me to awaken my sealing power so that we could defeat Calamity Ganon before it destroyed our home. They died believing in me. Why did these incredible warriors have to be the ones to die? I was the one who was weak. I was the one who failed. It should have been my life the Calamity claimed, not theirs. My father, the Champions, they should have hated me for surviving when they did not.

[ Finally, she turns back to Darin. Her tears are falling freely now, just like his. ]

They didn't, though. Even after everything, they wanted Link to save me. Even after everything, they wanted me to live.

I do not need to know your mother and father to know that they would want the same. They loved you. They loved you so much they were willing to spend their own lives to save yours. If their spirits linger, it is surely love that holds them. Love and the promise of one day seeing the man their son has grown into.

You see only your shortcomings-- only what you could not achieve, only the monster the world has told you that you are. And I know this because I have long done the same. I have long cursed myself my inability to awaken my sealing power in time. I have long called myself heir to a throne of nothing. But my father, the Champions-- my family-- they deemed me worthy of their lives. And as I have always respected them in the utmost, I must therefor respect their belief that I am worthy to live.

You are not your family's unfinished business. You are their legacy.

[As Zelda pours her heart out, as she lights candle after candle, Darin's gaze fixates on those flickering lights. One after the other she lights them and one after the other Darin feels his heart twist and his stomach constrict.]

[It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that someone as kind and loving as Zelda had to endure so much loss. She should be surrounded by her Champions. Her family. Her kingdom. She should be lauded and celebrated. She should be loved because she gives so much love to those around her.]

[She deserves the world and the world has been stolen from her time and time again. She deserves a home. With her champion. With her hero.]

[But when she turns to address him, he's compelled to look at her. And as she speaks of legacies and love, of worthiness and want, his eyes widen even as the tears grow in number.]

[...This is it. This is why he's fallen in love with her.]

[Because she understands him so completely. Her words pierce the veil of uncertainty and doubt like warm sunlight and gods above he's lived his entire life believing he'd never meet another soul who could understand him.]

[But she does.]

[He bows his head as his shoulders shudder with broken sobs. And where Zelda dabbed at her own eyes with a handkerchief, Darin flouts etiquette and wipes his own with his tattered sleeve. Even drawing a laugh at the absurdity of it all.]

[When he lifts his head, he's smiling. And he reaches out to take her hand with the wick. He guides it to one more unlit candle.]

...Then I want to light this with you. A promise. I...want to be worthy of the legacy you believe me to carry. And to everyone who came before...who protected us and delivered us to safety so our paths could cross...

Lady Sonia...Mipha...Revali...Daruk...Urbosa...His Majesty...

[He pauses as he considers his own candles.]

...and Dracer and Selene Altway. And...yeah, even Dromas...

I'm going to devote the rest of my life to ensuring your wills carry on...to honor your memory.

[ Zelda does not look at the candles-- her eyes are still locked on Darin. Fixed in her mind the way his eyes grew wide as he listened to her, of the disbelief and hopefulness with which he regarded her. Of how smiled.

How could his family possibly be anything but proud of who he is? His is kind and generous. He devotes himself wholly to what he believes in, even though he tries to pretend otherwise. And he is so passionate. His passion is so like the flame with which he works his craft-- bright and warm and vibrant, drawing in all those lucky enough to behold it. His world has called him a monster, a curse, a mistake, but he is none of those things.

And Hylia, the way he smiles at her, as though she is the sun itself. How can she be the sun when he is the one who fills her with warmth? When it is his gravity she is drawn into again and again? She has to fight so very hard to keep herself from being consumed by his flame. When she saw his tears begin to fall, she had to stop herself from wiping them away. When he smiles down at her, she has to stop herself from leaping into his arms.

Darin takes her hand and guides it to light one more candle, and as he speaks, still Zelda does not look away from him. Now it's her turn for her eyes to widen as she listens. This promise-- this want. He cannot possibly mean it. Of course he will devote his life to honoring his family's memories. But Zelda's? Darin has never known her family; all he knows are the stories she's told him. Why would he dedicate his life to their memories as well?

... And why does it feel so much like he is swearing himself to Zelda? A promise to honor the memories of the dead is not a pledge to live in service of the princess; Zelda knows the difference. But it stirs her heart all the same.

That Darin would swear himself to her... She should never allow herself to want such a thing.

But she does.

There is one last candle to light, one that she can hardly be surprised that Darin did not think of it. Zelda moves their hands to an unlit candle that stands beside the one she lit for her father. ]

My mother, Queen Zelda. [ They light the final candle.

Her eyes return briefly to Darin's-- ] As you swear to honor the wills of my family, so too shall I. [ --And then they go to his candles. ]

To Dracer and Selene Altway, I promise that your love shall never be forgotten. And to Dromas Altway... [ She pauses. Despite who Darin says he has become, Zelda cannot help but feel like the boy he once was is still inside him somewhere. ] ...Should we ever meet, I shall remind you of that love. No one so loved by their family is truly a monster.

[It's rare that Darin is struck speechless and yet Zelda seems capable of doing so again and again. The gesture Darin made— the vow...it was meant to fill her with hope and confidence. That he would safeguard her until she could return to her home. Where he felt she wanted to belong.]

[But when she turns her gaze to the candles he'd lit for his parents, for his family...it felt like a declaration of intent. As if...she were telling his family she would love him in their place.]

[It felt strangely like she was asking for their blessing.]

[But...no, that couldn't be right. Zelda didn't feel the way he did. How could she? She was a princess— a princess with a champion and hero waiting for her. Even though she said there was no romantic feelings between them...they shared a home. Surely when you live with someone long enough, love is bound to blossom, right?]

[It happened to him, after all.]

[They've been nigh inseparable for six months. She's seen his worst tendencies and yet she refused to let him go. He bore witness to all of her fears and grief and that only made him want to hold her tighter.]

[There was...There was no way that she loved him. At least, not in the way that it sounds...]

[But his mind flashes back to the time they almost shared a kiss. The closeness they often share. How she seems to fit so perfectly in his arms. Nuzzled under his chin against his chest. As if life had broken a piece from him and there she was, filling the hole that was left. He can feel his cheeks burning hot even as his eyes sting from tears.]

[He jostles himself free from the quagmire of these hopeful thoughts. She couldn't love him. This was just who Zelda is. Pure and kind and caring. She loves him like she loves flowers. Or her people. He's simply part of her world now. Not her entire world...]

[But...there's a part of him that wishes it could be true. That he was worthy and capable enough to capture the heart of a princess as wonderful as she is.]

[She deserves a hero. A true hero.]

[For now, he's content with being her blacksmith.]

[He bows it head slightly in thanks as he sets the long pole with the wick aside and he turns to properly appreciate and honor the flickering flames they'd lit for their loved ones. It...really did feel like some sort of ceremony, didn't it? Exchanging vows in remembrance of their lost loved ones...? Asking for their blessing...? Giving thanks...?]

[Slowly...his hand finds his way to hers once more. He slips his fingers gingerly into her gloved palm...]

[And she'll feel his fingers spread enough for her to lace her fingers with his. If she should choose to do so...]

...Thank you...Zelda...

[His voice is a whisper, barely a note above the gentle crackle of the collected flames. It's intimate and private...and so full of appreciation and love for what she's offering him. Even if he's misinterpreting her words or feelings for something more than they are...]

[He's thankful.]

[ A hush has fallen over them. Once again, it feels like the whole world has narrowed until it contains only the two of them. Zelda has bowed her head slightly as well, reverent before the candles that memorialize their two families.

Ten lit candles. They have both lost so many people.

But Zelda still has so many more. When she returns to Hyrule, it will be to the open arms of the dear friends who have become her new family. It will be to Link, and the little home they have built together. It will be to all of Hyrule, the kingdom she will steward to the end of her days.

When Darin returns to Alvale... Who will be there to welcome him? His foster father is in chains. His brother is twisted with hate. His mentor is the Captain of the knights who will hunt him down as an assassin and a fugitive.

The thought is like a blade in Zelda's heart. It isn't fair. Darin deserves a home full of love just like she does. She wants so desperately to find one for him. She can be his home while the two of them are here, but there will come a day when they must part. Zelda cannot leave without knowing that he won't be alone.

Darin's touch stirs her from her thoughts. She lifts her head to regard him, face as red and tearstained as his. As she feels his fingers slip into her palm, she suddenly knows without thinking exactly what to do. Zelda spreads her fingers as well and tilts her hand just so, guiding Darin's so that, in a single unbroken movement, his fingers slide between hers.

This feels far more intimate than it actually should be. All they're doing is holding hands, their fingers entwined. This shouldn't be enough to draw the air out of her lungs and leave her breathless. This shouldn't make her heart begin to race. This shouldn't heat her blood the same way the pressure of his hips against hers did.

Zelda's thoughts also wander to that kiss they almost shared in her apartment... a memory that, as she looks up at Darin, causes her to subconsciously part her lips as she takes in an unsteady breath. What is she thinking? She has just pledged to the memories of his parents that she will always remind Darin of their love for him, but all she can think about is the way she loves him... and the way she wants him to love her. She remembers so clearly the heat of Darin's breath upon her lips, and she could almost swear that he was leaning in towards her just as she was him.

In this quiet, intimate moment, as their eyes meet and Darin whispers to her those soft and loving words, Zelda cannot help but wonder if, perhaps, it would have been all right to kiss him that day. When he looks at her this way, when she hears these emotions in his voice, she is to very tempted to throw all caution aside and find what kind of love he holds for her.

But she doesn't. She gazes up at him with all the affection in the world and simply nods in acknowledgement. ] ... Thank you, as well. My family, they... [ Her eyes flick briefly to the candles. ] ...they would have loved you so. Especially Sonia...

[When Zelda's gloved fingers weave so easily between his, Darin practically shudders. The last time he'd held anyone's hand was when he was a child. He's never held a woman's hand before and never have their fingers laced together so perfectly. He can't help but wonder if Zelda's only doing this to be kind and supportive— after all, his hands must feel horrible. Calloused, leathery...probably sweaty. They're a working man's hands and though he's proud of the things they've accomplished, they probably feel so...unpleasant to her. Even through her gloves.]

[But he spares her a glance and he sees the way she looks at him and...gods his face is burning hotter than the collection of candles. He can't contain it anymore.]

[He can't help but let out a short laugh. Even as the tears dry on his cheeks, he lowers his frame just a bit at the thought that just entered his mind.]

Gods, if I brought you home, I'm pretty sure both my dad and Acteon would just have assumed I kidnapped you...!

Acteon would probably put me in a headlock and tell me to "March meself back to whatever kingdom I stole ye from and bow me head in apology!"

[His voice switches to one as gruff and raspy as coals clanging around in a bucket, but that only makes him laugh harder. Those tears have dried now and fresh ones take their place. Tears of pure joy. And he turns and takes both of Zelda's hands in his.]

Gods...Zelda...meeting you that day...I feel like it's changed everything...

I feel...I feel like I've changed...

[Unbeknownst to Darin, high above him in the recess, a specter looms. He's watched the whole exchange and with these high emotions filling the air, he can't help if maybe this is his chance.]

[Darin continues, unaware.]

I know that this is probably...I don't know. Maybe I'm misreading everything but...when you look at me, I feel like I can be anything. Do anything.

And I've never really been good about hiding how I feel so...

[He takes a deep breath.]

Zelda...I—

[In that moment, the looming phantom seizes his opportunity. He swoops down and enters Darin's frame. Darin spasms and jolts, going rigid and then slumping back against the closest column.]

P...Please..! Please, you must help me! I don't know what to do! I can't get married! I just can't!

[The voice is still decidedly Darin's...but the cadence, the accent...it's as if Darin were trying to do an impression of someone. But then.]

...Zelda, please tell me a ghost didn't just possess me.

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[ At first, Zelda is laughing along with Darin as he imitates his foster father, wondering just how much (or how little) he is exaggerating for effect.

But his laughter soon fades and he takes both of her hands into his. His demeanor shifts to something more serious. Zelda falls quiet, looking up at him as he searches for his words.

And when he finds them... the tone of his voice, coupled with the look in his eyes as he speaks...

Zelda feels her heart stop.

This... this can't be...

Eyes wide, she frantically searches his face for explanation. He-- He can't be about to say--...! It's impossible. She's misunderstanding him-- misreading everything, just like he's saying! She's jumping to conclusions! She swept up in the emotional current of the moment! He can't--...! He can't--!!

He takes a deep breath. Zelda can't breathe at all. It's like she's on the edge of a cliff, waiting for that one word that's about to push her over, that one word she's terrified to hear-- ]

[ But before he can say it, something that looks like a puff of smoke suddenly swoops over Darin from out of nowhere. His entire body seizes and he suddenly jerks away from her, backing into a column. ]

Darin! [ Zelda gasps, rushing to his side. ]

[ She reaches out, about to place her hand on his shoulder, when his voice stops her.

...No, not his voice. It sounds like Darin's voice, but it's all wrong somehow. ]

Help you? But Darin, we--...

[ Darin interrupts her before she can answer, this time in a voice decidedly more his own. ]

Possessed?

[ Oh.

Oh no. ]

[ Zelda shakes her head slowly. How is she supposed to tell him?

Her brows furrow together. ]

Not unless you intended to tell me that you are terrified of marriage...

[Darin staggers and tries to steady himself, one hand bracing the column while the other runs nervously through his own hair.]

What?! Why the hell would I be terrified of marriage?! You can't be scared of something that'll never ha—

[Darin spasms and that voice returns.]

Not him! Me! I'm the one terrified! There's no way she'll actually be waiting for me! I've kept her waiting for hundreds of years! Please, just let me stay with you until the night ends! You won't even know I'm here!

[Darin claps a hand over his mouth as his eyes go wide.]

... ... ...

Zelda there's another man inside of me.

[ Zelda places one hand on Darin's arm, as if trying to steady him. What in the world is happening? One moment, it's just the two of them, sharing promises before the candles representing their lost loved ones. The next, there's some strange ghost forcing himself between them, panicking about marrying his betrothed.

Normally, Zelda tries to be empathetic of others. And normally, that isn't a terrible challenge for her.

But normally, she is not sharing an intimate moment with a man who might be about to confess his love to her. ]

Which is quite discourteous of him. But not nearly as discourteous as keeping his betrothed waiting for centuries.

[ Zelda is looking crossly at Darin... because, unfortunately, the third wheel trying to tag along them is currently using her date to hide himself. ]

N-No! No, you don't understand! I didn't keep her waiting on purpose! I was going to marry her! But my ship! It was caught in a storm!

[Darin shakes his head vigorously.]

Then why the hell are you bothering us?! I've already got one extra guy inside of me! Two is making things a little stifling!

[He twitches again as the phantom retakes control.]

I'm sorry! I just...I'm scared! I'm scared that she'll have moved on! I was never good enough for her to begin with! What if she's not waiting where we promised??

[ "Perhaps you should go there and find out for certain."

The retort leaps to her tongue, but Zelda forces herself to hold it back. Snapping at the ghost is getting them nowhere. It seems to be capable of taking control of Darin with little effort... quite possibly because he has no training to resist this sort of thing. The princess engaged in vigorous mental training throughout her adolescence; had the ghost chosen to possess her, Zelda would likely be able to banish it from inside her.

For now, perhaps some empathy will be more effective in convincing this ghost to leave than fighting with it. ]

Well, have you visited the location to find out for certain? I hardly think it fair for you to assume the worst of a woman who agreed to marry you.

No...I'm honestly too scared to look. I know it's selfish of me. But if she's not there...I don't know how I could live—

YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD YOU WISPY SONUVA—

You know what I mean! You don't understand! She's too good for me! I'm just a soldier! A woman of her pedigree could have been with anyone she chose! She probably moved on!

[Darin shakes his head and rubs his temple.]

...Wait, hold on. If you're meeting her here then...

Yes...Helice Palace was once her home. Ages ago.

[Darin looks at Zelda and it's clear that it's actually him this time.]

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[ Zelda visibly stiffens. Up until now, she had been assuming that the ghost's insistence that his betrothed was too good for him was simply hyperbole. But if she once lived in Helice Palace-- and not as a servant, the ghost seems to imply-- then that would make her a noblewoman, if not outright royalty. And if the ghost calls himself "just a soldier," then that would suggest he is without military rank or noble title.

A noble lady and a common man, with the gulf of their classes dividing them.

Her lips draw into a thin line as she looks at Darin, trying to keep any emotion from showing in her face. This is impossible. It has to be a farce. Darin must be putting on an act, pretending to be possessed for the sake of... of some sort of joke. Why he'd make a joke like this, Zelda doesn't know. He probably has no idea how close to home it hits her.

And if this is how he feels, that the idea of love between a noble lady and a common man is laughable, then she'll make certain he never finds out how she feels.

... But Darin isn't the kind of person to make a cruel joke like this. It may be the most logical explanation, but Zelda can't help but think it's the wrong one. The truth might be exactly how he, or the ghost, says it is. ]

You do her a great disservice by making these assumptions of her. [ Zelda's tone is unusually chilly. She's starting to take this personally. ]

Enough of this cowering. You are a man of her service, are you not? Tell me where the two of you agreed to meet. Darin and I shall be happy to offer our support and accompany you.

What? N-No! No, please...if she's not there I wouldn't be able to—

[Darin jerks himself hard, as if forcibly wresting control of himself back.]

You're telling me you're satisfied with an eternity of never knowing? You're gonna tell me that's preferable to the alternative? I can't tell if you drowned or if you're still drowning but your love must be pretty weak if you lose faith in her faith.

[There's no answer and Darin straightens up, glancing at Zelda.]

The fact that you're even here suggests that you have faith in her. If you didn't, why would you even be scared?

Love's not for cowards...

[ Zelda nods in agreement to Darin, but in truth, she's never thought about it before. She's always assumed that love would be easy, like in the legends of ancient heroes and princesses that have been told throughout Hyrule for millennia.

But ever since she first started to feel it herself (if that is what she feels; she's still not sure), she's been terrified. It's such a strong, all encompassing feeling, dominating her thoughts no matter how she fights against it. And even if she were certain of her feelings, to tell them to Darin would risk destroying the friendship they have built together. She does not dare take such a gamble.

The soldier's ghost is far more brave than Zelda is giving him credit for.

The harshness in her countenance softens. ] Indeed. It must have taken a great deal of courage to ask for her hand. And to tell her of your love to begin with.

[ Zelda places a hand on Darin's arm. It's alarming that this ghost has as much control over Darin as it does; Darin's jerky movements suggest that he is struggling to retain any control over himself. How long can he keep this up? And what will happen if the ghost overpowers him entirely? It's clear that it needs to find out what happened to the lady of Helice Palace in order to pass on. Zelda would rather convince it to go willingly to the promised meeting place than to drag it (and Darin) around the entire palace looking for that place. The sooner its unresolved business is resolved, the sooner she can ask Darin what he was about to tell her before they were so rudely interrupted. ]

[There's a long pause and Darin's uncertain if the specter is even there or not. But he jerks sharply as he loses control once more.]

I...she's my everything. I still yet linger simply because I could not keep my promise. What if it's her hate that causes her to linger?

[Darin resumes control with a shake of his head and a jerk of his shoulder and a laugh.]

Hah! Take it from me, hate brings people back but love is what makes you stay. And I probably would have agreed with you before tonight.

Where would she be waiting for you? Let's go see for ourselves.

[There's silence before Darin yelps and starts walking with big, exaggerated motions. His hand snaps out and grabs Zelda's before he can get too far. He glance back at Zelda with a laugh.]

I think we got through to him...

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