Shifting Scales

The province in the central southwest of Hyrule includes the Gerudo Desert, Gerudo Canyon and Gerudo Highlands regions.
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Outside Kara Kara Bazaar, Gerudo
9 Demon 9990


Kara Kara Bazaar was in a state of panic! The days had been long and hot but the nights had chilled its residents to the bone.

It was one of those nights, cooler than usual, as if a supernatural fog had rolled in to cover the usually-peaceful merchant paradise. The Gerudo, who went by the nickname Bubble, was an imposing older woman with a thick frame that complemented her towering height. She wore her hair in a tightly pressed braid that lay against her back, ending right around the top of her thighs. She was generally wore homely outfits with neutral colors (unlike many other of her fellow shopkeepers), and this was especially true now as she waited for a late shipment.

Fam Amos, her cookie merchant, was never late. He arrived promptly at the end of the day each Lietun, supplying her bubble tea shop with enough cookies to last that week – well, it was dough that she would bake each morning, but either way. Sure, she could make her own dough, but Fam’s was so well-known and beloved by her customers that she dare not change that after years of serving her community.

But it was well past the close of her shop, and Fam had been nowhere to be found. She had started to worry – any other time that he was running late, or needed to push a delivery, he had always sent a sand seal ahead with a letter. But now? There was nothing. So she couldn’t help but worry. She had wandered through the Bazaar looking for more information, and had left the confines of the community.

She noticed in the distance there were a trio of travelers observing what appeared to be an overturned cart, and a figured obscured by the shadows. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she couldn’t stop herself from walking over. After all, what if it were Fam? As she got closer, she called out to the other travelers, who looked up at her in horror. “Help!” One of them called out. Her heart froze in her chest as she continued walking, but a bit slower. What was she about to stumble upon.

“We need a Gerudo guard! Help! Get the guard!” Another one shrieked. “It’s – Din be damned! It tore him apart!”

Bubble immediately felt sick, but she had no control over her feet anymore as she continued forward. She felt the bile rise in her throat as the smell hit her first, and then her eyes adjusted and she saw… whatever was left to be seen. Limbs, bones, blood. Her eyes scanned the scene, looking for any sort of evidence. Was this who she had been waiting for, a business partner she had had a relationship for years? She turned away from the gruesome scene and began looking through what remained of the cart. Clearly a strong creature had turned it over and destroyed it. This hadn’t been the first time this had happened nearby…

Kara Kara Bazaar, Gerudo Town, East Gerudo Town… they had all experienced similar attacks at their borders in the last few weeks. Bubble had been there when they arrested that strange, bandaged monster a week ago. Hadn’t Bubble heard that the monster had escaped, running back off into the desert? It made the most sense that that had been the cause of this disaster as well. They weren’t even searching for it, she had heard.

Bubble heard a lot of talk in Kara Kara – from a lot of different travelers – so she, more than others, knew what was happening in Gerudo. But right now it didn’t necessarily feel like that, because all she could do was search for clues as to the identity of the poor victim, praying that it was not her friend. She lifted up a dismembered slab of wood and peered inside, and let out a small gasp.

Inside were boxes, crushed, of course. The contents were so mangled that she couldn’t make it out for sure, but as she searched through the sugary sweet smell of dough mingled with the aroma of carnage and it made her head grow lighter. She ran her hand over one of the boxes in grief, her fingers tracing over the letters of her own name – BUBBLE – and she knew, then and there, that this had been Fam. This had been her shipment, the only one she could see left for him that evening.

She stood up and stepped back. She looked at the other travelers, realizing that one had run ahead when they realized that she wasn’t going to get the guards for them. Her entire body felt so numb that the tears streaming down her cheeks didn’t register. The night no longer felt cold, it just felt dead.


Kara Kara Bazaar, Gerudo
10 Demon 9990


Bubble had watched the sun lazily drift over the sands until it took its place at the top of the sky, throwing its harsh light over the tragedy that had taken her without warning the night before. Her body felt as if it were made out of lead as she entered the open building of the guards outpost. She knew she had to tell them what she had seen, even if it wouldn’t be enough to save Fam or anyone else that would inevitably be taken next.

The questions were routine, careless, unfeeling. Did no one care about what was happening anymore?

“Children go missing. Innocent travelers arrive at your doors as a bundle of limbs and blood. And what do you do, you sit here and wait for someone else to come save you? What makes you think you are worthy?” she said through clenched teeth, pointing fingers wildly and looking from guard to guard to truly prove her rage. She was known in Kara Kara Bazaar as a kind, homely woman who viewed hospitality and comfort as life’s two most important virtues. This was not the behavior they would expect from her.

No one dared respond to her. “Useless, all of you are useless. A man dies and you do nothing for him? You leave it up to the Goddesses to clean up your messes. Lazy, lazy, lazy!” She stormed out of the guard house. This couldn’t be how this story ended. This couldn’t be the last she spoke of this, or the last she helped. If the guards wouldn’t help her friend, then she would find people who would.
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The sun beat down on the broad neck of the traveling guardsman. Sweat beaded at his forehead before making the journey down his brow and to the tip of his nose before mustering up the courage to make the leap off his face. It was a process that had repeated nonstop since Arator had crossed into the desert. The guard had long since abandoned his heavy armor in favor of more breathable fabric. A lightweight cotton shirt that wicked the moisture and sweat from his skin and pants that were lightweight and loose to allow the air to flow across his lower body. A wide brimmed hat adorned his head to protect his face from prolonged exposure to the sun’s harmful rays. Were it not for the brooch of the traveling guard pinned to his chest, one could easily mistake Arator for a common traveler.

He had been traveling for some time before he finally arrived at Kara Kara Bazaar. He wasted no time in refilling his water skins and pouring some of the excess water over his sweat stained hair and face. The moment of relaxation came and went as the man’s true purpose came to the forefront of his attention. He pulled the notice out of the satchel attached to his horse and unfurled it once more. Rumor had it that there had been several murders, to put it lightly. Tales of mutilated bodies and mangled remains had terrified the citizenry of the Gerudo Desert for days. Arator had set out to investigate this matter himself, but rumors had it that the culprit, a creature wrapped in bandages, had been apprehended some days ago. The matter was complicated when he heard a rumor this morning on the road that another victim had been found and the monster had escaped from its prison cell.

The thought of hunting down a murderer and meting out Nayru’s justice filled Arator with vigor, but it also brough a sense of dread. It had been mere days since he dealt harshly with a band of thieves northwest of the Great Plateau. He could still feel the rush of when their essence drained into him through the cursed war hammer that he carried. The hunger was abated, at least for now, and the man would have several days before the feeling of thirst set upon him again.

Arator fumbled his way through the bazaar with a combination of looking around, asking locals, and just following his gut instinct until he made his way to the guard outpost. As he approached, it sounded as if the end of an argument was raging and a Gerudo woman, tall in stature even for Gerudo, came storming out of the building in a huff. Her size was complimented by a long braid and a modest outfit. As she was storming out Arator zoned in on a single phrase she had uttered. “You leave it up to the Goddesses to clean up your messes!” Arator smirked as he heard this and made his way over to the woman.

“Good morning madam.” Arator said as he bowed politely to the Gerudo woman. “I couldn’t help but over hear a bit of your conversation.” In addition to motioning to the Traveling Guardsman pin on his shirt he pulled out the symbol of Nayru that he wore around his neck and held it aloft for the woman to see. “I am a sworn sword of Nayru and a protector of the people’s of this land.” He smirked, “Please tell me, how may I be of service to you?”
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Deserts were like oceans in their own way. An ocean of sand and sun, where only the strongest of wills could survive the harsh conditions. Zomo personally had never traveled to the Gerudo desert but being a hero meant traveling everywhere, even if it meant going to places he wasn’t the biggest fan of. The air was dry, the sun was hot, and the sand didn’t hold the moist comfort that fertile forest soil held. The place was like a paradox, a dry unforgiving place that still somehow thrived with cacti and sandy beasts. It was uncomfortable for Zomo, who preferred the gentle forests and rolling hills of Central Hyrule, but he kept going forward.

Zomo had shed his “disguise” in favor of his usual cape and utility belt to prevent from overheating in clothes that were much too big for him. He used his Deku Leaf as an umbrella to keep the intense heat off of him. He was pretty sure if he had the ability to sweat, he’d be soaked. At first, he had been a little reluctant to travel to Gerudo, but Shin had been insistent that it was the perfect place to “lay low”.

After the whole mess with the “Horrible Very Bad Sea Monster That Will Forever Haunt Zomo’s NightmaresTM”, Shin had revealed that the boat they had used was stolen property. Zomo, of course, wanted to do the right thing and return it to its owner. Shin had explained though that Zomo was now an accomplice and would absolutely get arrested, so now they had to go on the run. The idea of being considered a criminal of all things horrified Zomo, and like any child who did something naughty behind the adults’ backs, Zomo decided to run off with Shin, lay low, and pretend that Mr. Nobody did it.

Zomo thought the trip would be boring, but then he overheard the rumors. Monsters and kidnappings and murders! Oh my! It sounded like the desert was in desperate need of a hero, and Zomo was more than happy to heed the call. He was going to hunt down the bad guys and make them stop murdering people! Murder is wrong why would anybody even want to do that? So when they had finally arrived at Kara Kara Bazar, Zomo was quick to do a sweep of the immediate area.

“Hmmm, no monsters! For now. I might have to wait for nightfall...” He had heard there had been another victim the night before. He knew he would never be able to save everyone, but if he had arrived in Kara Kara a little bit earlier, would Zomo had been able to save them? He could only wonder…

He was snapped out of his musings by the sound of a woman shouting. Was there trouble already?

“What’s going on over there…?” Zomo muttered and wandered toward the sound. Wow! That was one giant lady! She looked upset too. Upset enough to punt him across the desert if he tried to bug her, probably. He honestly felt a little too intimidated to approach, deciding to hang back and eavesdrop like he usually did. He doubted the woman and the strange blonde man who approached her could actually see him like Shin could. So he stood a little ways away, nervously fidgeting with the stem of his deku leaf as he strained his ears to listen.
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Sand. Sand sand sand sand sand sand sand. Shin hated sand. It was in his hat, in his boots, and in places he hoped it would never be again. Unfortunately, this was the best place for the pirate and the Korok to head. After losing Selig and Demi (the latter was no real loss, but Shin quite liked the big oaf of a Moblin), the two needed to get away. The ship they'd stolen had been under investigation by the local authorities, and they certainly wouldn't be happy at the events. Luckily, Shin had managed to send word to his crew at a town on the journey to the Bazaar. They would take The Freedom to a safe-house in the south for a few weeks before continuing their pirating activities.

At least at the Oasis there was plenty to drink, but it didn't help that Shin refused to dress appropriately. He was still wearing his old black cloak with the fraying edges, boots and slacks along with the Captain's hat of course. The reasoning was all of his supplies had been lost in the shipwreck, and he didn't want to lose these articles that were so dear to him.

The Captain was enjoying a nice glass of water and taking in the sights when he noticed Zomo eavesdropping a ways away. It was good to have his company, keeping the spirits up. It was a long trek, but made easier with an amiable, and amusing, companion. Wandering over to his small friend, Shin caught the latter bit about men dying. Of course he'd heard the rumors since the pair had arrived, but had thought nothing of it. This woman seemed more alarmed than a simple murder would elicit. Either she had a vested interest in the party at hand or had some information about what was happening.

Shin had been around Zomo long enough to know what the little guy was thinking. Hell, he could see it. The Korok was practically trembling at the idea of being a hero. In fact, considering that Shin had turned the "hero" into a criminal, letting him play hero a bit was the least he could do to make it up. That in mind, Shin walked by Zomo, patted him lightly on the back and with a smile gestured to him to follow.

"Ahoy! The leading men have arrived. What seems to be ailing ye?" Shin addressed the large Gerudo, using his boisterous act to keep an eye on her. She seemed visibly shaken by recent events, and it would be interesting to hear what she had to say. He also aimed a sideways glance at the guardsman. It would be fun to show the guy up and do his job for him. As good a bonus as any. Just as long as the fellow didn't recognize Shin it would be fine. It wasn't like there was a chance a single guard could apprehend the pirate anyway.
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Roalson’s black talons sank into the hot sand with each step. The air tasted as dry and dusty as an abandoned cabin in the woods. Chip—cloaked in green—hung from Roal’s shoulders and anchored his bony legs to his feathered waist, and Roalson held the parasol over him and Chip, shielding them from the desert sun’s heat. Because of it’s design, the carriage stopped at the desert’s entrance earlier, so they had to go by foot for the rest of the trip. If it weren’t for Chip’s parasol, Roalson would’ve been lightheaded with heat exhaustion. Thank Hylia for the parasol.

Before setting out to the desert, he had received a letter from Magdalene herself. It ordered him to watch over her son, Chip, during his trip to the desert. He prepared with his rapier and bow and arrow, along with some water, and went to pick up Chip. As he rode in the carriage towards the desert, he had heard rumors of a murderous monster killing its victims and ripping their limbs in a gruesome scene. Roalson hesitated to take Chip to the desert. Chip wanted to press on.

“Almost there,” Roal told Chip when Kara Kara Bazaar was in view. He started talking to the young stalchild every so often, to fill the silence. However, Chip never responded with words, since stalfos had no way to talk. The small talk ended, silence returned, repeated.

When they arrived at the Bazaar, Roalson refilled his canteen at the nearest water stand. He wandered through the Bazaar, hearing more about the rumor. Apparently, the monster attacked just recently, the night before. Roalson felt even more hesitant, but Chip didn’t want to go back. Why would the little one wanted to come to where a monster rips apart innocent lives? Did he usually shy away from danger?

Roalson turned his head towards a woman’s shouts of the same monster he had heard about. He followed the shouts to an older Gerudo woman standing outside of a guardhouse and a Hylian man talking to her, offering help, as well as a strangely familiar man [Shin] and a Korok wearing a red cape? He walked over to the woman. She looked upset, frustrated even. “Do you need any help?” he asked.
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Bubble instantly looked up as the small group formed around her, then moved her eyes towards the guards upon which she had been unleashing her rage. Her face grew a few shades redder, as she certainly had intended to use this particular moment as a way to form a group together. But when the Seven Heroines grant you a gift, you don’t question it. First came Arator, the solemn and honorable paladin. Then came Shin, the confident and reckless pirate. Finally came Roalson and Chip, the polite and courteous Rito nobles. Unbeknownst to Bubble, who could not see Koroks, there was yet another companion waiting to join them, too. The little one, who had jumped off of Roalson’s back, hid behind the man’s legs as if trying to conceal his face.

They all approached her so quickly, each asking to help in their own way, that Bubble felt overwhelmed but immediately excited. Her original embarrassment quickly transitioned into an inspirational sense of purpose. She had, unwittingly, formed the help and the path towards justice that Fam Amos deserved. She couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you all. You can figure out who the leader is amongst yourselves, but for now let me tell you what it is that is happening…”

Bubble took a breath. She knew this was going to be a long story. But first, she stopped herself. “We shouldn’t talk here. Come, let me take you to my Bubble Tea shop. You can all sit, having a treat and a tea on the house, and we will discuss the issues plaguing my people.” She began leading them away from the town square, realizing her tantrum could draw both positive and negative attention if she wasn’t careful. Her shop, which had remained closed, was dark inside. She unlocked the panel that covered the opening, let them in, and then locked it behind her. Inside, the windows were streaming with light and she began lighting torches.

“Tell me what you would like and I will prepare it while I tell you Gerudo’s sad story, yes?

“Gerudo has known peace for quite a while. The settlements each exist in their own… bubble… and the interactions between them are fairly positive and trade-focused. I am telling you this as the amount of sweat you’ve collected so far as a group could drown a baby sand seal, so I do not feel as if you are from this area. Even wild attacks have always been low. Guards patrol the common areas between the towns, and the sand seal routes have always been peacefully upheld. Sure, there are bandits, but those are usually peaceful muggings. This has been… different.

“The attacks started four weeks ago, I believe. You would hear about it from travelers. Someone traveling from East Gerudo Town towards the ice caverns wouldn’t come back, but their cart would and it would be covered in blood. Or a sand seal would arrive back with no passenger, clearly distraught. Then the attacks got closer and closer to the towns… and more gruesome. They caught the monster. She was more sentient than anyone had imagined. She had come here, to the Bazaar, posing as a traveler. Her body was covered in bandages and she denied any wrongdoing but the guards apprehended her anyway.

“Nobody dares to say what she is, but it’s pretty clear. The historians know. They’ve seen old paintings, they’ve uncovered old spells that are banned from ever being used. She’s a…” Bubble paused, gathering in more breath as if what she was about to say was so outlandish, that it would immediately destroy this party’s inspiration to help if they knew how crazy she sounded. “She’s a Gibdo. But smarter, more intelligent than we would’ve expected.

“And she got away. They couldn’t even hold her for a full day before she was able to escape. They said they saw her headed out west but no one went after her. Truthfully, I think they’re too terrified. Seeing the carnage that’s found its way across all swaths of the desert, they don’t want to be the next victims. But my friend has died and he deserves justice. And the residents of Gerudo deserve peace.

I wish I could tell you more, but that’s all I know. All I know is that she has headed out west, probably deep into the bowels of the desert where visibility is low. I feel like your best first step would be to discuss this with someone that can tell you more about this specific type of monster.”

She nodded. “Feel free to use this space to make a plan, and convene. I will be… closing shop for a few days due to everything going on. I cannot be hospitable right now.” She placed a key to the shop on the table. “In case I am not here, you can use it as you wish.”
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Arator listed to the gruesome and outlandish tale that Bubble was telling of mythical monsters coming and eviscerating the local populace. He would have dismissed it quicker if he were not the subject of a similar myth himself. However, if the rumors were true and a sentient undead monster, this gibdo, were on the loose then the implications could be far reaching. Only a few options exist that could be the entity’s source: a careless adventurer opened an ancient sealed area, a powerful necromancer has come on the scene and is controlling the creature, or some strange magical essence has given birth to the monster. Any of the options could prove interesting, especially if there were any clues that Arator could use to investigate his own situation.

He took a moment and glanced about the others who had offered their aid to the Gerudo woman. A rito with a sleeveless tunic that covered most of his torso and lightly armed with a rapier. His plumage was unique in his bright coloration. He definitely stood out among the varying shades of brown that Kara Kara offered. He potentially seemed to be the older brother of the smaller figured that cowered behind him. It was hard for the paladin to make out many details given the excessive covering and the cowering.

The Hylian looked much less ordinary, to say the least. The Hylian man wore clothes wholly unsuitable for the desert. The most interesting piece of attire was the notable pirate style hat that he wore. Surely a pirate wouldn’t waste so much time journeying away from the ocean just to get involved with a Gibdo. However, the pirate kept strange company himself. A Korok, rare under normal circumstances much less in the desert, bound himself tightly to the pirate man’s shadow. The small creature was adorned with a cape and a utility belt for lack of a better term. Arator cocked an eyebrow up as he was trying to absorb all the different element’s of the Korok’s wardrobe.

Bubble had set down the key to her shop and made mention of leaving to fetch tea by the time Arator had finished sizing up the others. He watched her move into difficult earshot range before speaking. “Well, that was quite a story.” He crossed his arms and leaned back slightly in his chair. “Tell me, are you all still interested in helping Ms. Bubble in her quest for vengeance? It could be a harrowing ordeal and I don’t want to put civilians in danger needlessly.” He eyed the weapons that several of the others were carrying, “But then again, you lot do appear to be more than any common citizen.”

He placed the handle of his large war hammer on the ground and placed both hands on top of each other on the head of the weapon. He channeled a minor amount of holy power into the head and the Hylian crest began to glow a soft blue light. “My name is Arator Candall, paladin of Nayru and protector of the people. It is my sworn duty to remove this threat as it is an affront to both my goddess and the people of the land.” He smiled as he looked from face to face of those with him. Their faces appeared resolute, at least the faces that he could see. “I’m looking forward to working with you all.”

He removed his hands from the head of the hammer and the slight glow began to relax until it returned to the normal shine of standard metal. He turned the hammer over and leaned the pommel against the table the group was gathered around. “So, lets get to know each other a little bit before we head out. Its always good to know our party’s strengths and weaknesses.” He looked over at the Korok near the pirate and smiled as he spoke. “For instance, its good to know how many of us can even perceive our little friend over here.”

Arator went first and gave those who had gathered with him a brief overview of his divine abilities as well as combat skills. He skipped the whole “cursed” bit, naturally. He concluded with, “And that is most of my combat abilities. Feel free to ask me anything else and I’ll answer what I can!” He paused as he looked across everyone’s faces. “Who’s next? Sooner we get this done the sooner we can move onto the next lead.”
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Zomo listened to the woman’s tale, captivated and a little spooked. He was standing on his seat next to Shin, his hands planted on the table to give him balance while he leaned forward to follow the woman around the room with his eyes. He hadn't heard of Gibdos but they certainly sounded scary. Sure, he’s stopped bandits and purse-snatchers, but this was on a whole new scale of evil. Obviously, it was his responsibility as a hero to help!

But why did his stomach do little flips at the thought of fighting such a creature? Maybe a snack would help settle his nerves a bit…?

“Um, Shin?” Zomo tugged a little at his friend’s sleeve, “She can’t see me. Could you ask her for a honey bun for me, please?” He whispered so as to not disrupt the conversation going on around him too much. He took a moment to assess the others seated at the table. What was most shocking about this group was that all the ones who gathered to help this woman could see him. He had caught their odd looks while they traveled to the cafe. He wouldn’t be surprised if these were the only people in the whole Bazar who could see Koroks. Surely this must be fate! The idea calmed him a little bit.

When Zomo saw the wandering guardsman pin worn by the man who introduced himself as Arator, he felt a slight kinship. Zomo was also a wandering protector, so the paladin instantly won a little bit of respect with the Woodland Wonder. He sat back down in his chair as Arator explained who he was and what he could do. That glowy hammer was really cool. He wondered if he was strong enough to have a cool weapon like that? Oh! Yeah, it would be really smart to know what everyone was capable of. He was confident that his own skills would impress them, so when the paladin asked who wanted to go next, Zomo raised his hand and waved it around.

“Oh! Oh-oh! Me next, me next!” He hopped and stood on his chair, “You guys can see me right? I wasn’t just imagining catching your glances? It’s not every day a whole group can see me so this is special!” He puffed out his chest a little bit, wishing there was a breeze to blow his cape dramatically. “I’m Zomo! I’m a wandering hero who defends the innocent with my slingshot Spitfire-!” He went on to enthusiastically share his skillset with the rest of the group. Practically vibrating with childish excitement. This was going to make a wonderful story to send back home! “Aaaand that’s about it! I’ve fought lots of bandits and thieves but never a ‘Gibbo’! Did I say that right…? Uh, nevermind, my friend here is also really cool!” He nudged Shin’s shoulder a little, a smile in his eyes. "Riiiiiight?"
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Shin listened carefully to the story told by the woman and tilted his head slightly, thinking. A creature wrapped in bandages? That was certainly a strange sight, but there was something familiar... Kicking himself mentally, Shin recalled his time at the Coliseum, and the unearthly scream that had helped turn the tide of battle in their favor. What were the chances there were two bandaged, decaying creatures with a decent intellect? Not high, in Shin's opinion. Of course, he didn't mention any of this, as being associated with a potential serial killer was not high on Shin's things-I-want-to-do-today list. Perhaps the Gibdo had gone mad? Or maybe she was never helpful to begin with, and her actions were merely a front? Or she may even be innocent in these killings? Either way, he owed it to the creature to find out and either put her out of her misery or help clear her name. After all, without her the pirate certainly wouldn't have been standing there to consider the options.

The group at hand was interesting enough, but Shin was already irritated by Arator and the day had just started. Piety was arrogance, plain and simple, and Shin wasn't too thrilled at the self-satisfied way the paladin showed off his magical doohickey. The hammer was nice, though. Not exactly the captains style, but probably worth a pretty penny. Now, Shin wouldn't steal from a companion, but looting the body in case of an untimely demise... well, some things couldn't be helped. And being compared to a civilian was just...demeaning.

He had a point, though; knowledge was power. But some of Shin's abilities would reveal his identity as an ex-Yiga as well as a pirate, so keeping it simple was for the best. Zomo unfortunately had already said his name, so it wouldn't be possible to hide that fact with a code name, but the rest was possible. Being called cool by the little guy did give him a small cause to smile. Before introductions, however, there was one thing to consider. "Erm, Bubble! Could I get a honey bun, if you've got one?" He'd give it to Zomo, of course. Turning back to the others, he said, "Ah, well, name's Shin-" he had to catch himself from saying Captain "I'm a swordsman, knife thrower and tactician of sorts. 'S far as special skills, acrobatics and stealth. A pleasure, I'm sure." Surely "tactician" and "acrobatics" sounded better than "Pirate Captain" and "Yiga training." Shin gave a half-hearted bow to Arator, but examined the Rito more closely. There was something quite familiar about him, but he couldn't quite place it. There was, after all, a certain group of Rito Shin was...affiliated with, but he really hoped they didn't have a reason to be out here.


"This little guy's selling himself short, though!" Shin said and patted Zomo lightly on the head, smiling fondly; the pun was only slightly intended. "Me mate here has saved my hide a few times; bonafide hero, this one." Shin settled into a seat, crossing one leg over the other and waited on the tea. Another harrowing adventure seemed to await him, and honestly, he hoped it was a little more rewarding than the last.
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Upon entering the shop, Roalson found a spot where the sun couldn’t reach, closed the parasol, and kneeled down to let Chip jump off his back before giving it to Chip. Afterwards, Roal rejoined with the group. He listened to Bubble’s story of the monster wandering closer to towns, growing more gruesome every night, similar to the rumors he had heard, but she added that the monster is a Gibdo, a sentient Gibdo that could talk. The Gibdo pleaded innocent when caught and fled out from the Bazaar, wandering the desert again.

To Roal, the story was far-fetched at first. The vague details left the listener to fill in the rest, and how could a bunch of guards catch the monster? Despite the outlandish story, too much sincerity flowed from her voice to be dismissed, and her story meshed well with the rumors circulating near the Gerudo Desert. Disregarding the story’s validity, his feather stood on end. He didn’t need to worry about Chip. The stal was immortal. He couldn’t die. Roal was mortal. He could be killed in a brutal death, yet he couldn’t just abandon the old woman, either. He offered his help. He should not take it away.

After Bubbles went to pick up tea for her guests, everyone introduced themselves. Arator, the paladin of Nayru, showed his power with a glowing Hylian crest and explained his powers and combat abilities, Zomo, the wandering hero, beamed as he did the same, and Shin, the knife-thrower and tactician, did so too. Arator set his mind at ease, since he was a paladin with more combat experienced than Roal did. The Korok had his fair share of small, but heroic, act of helping Shin. Shin, on the other hand, stood out to Roal. Had he seen him before? Maybe. He hadn’t met many of Maritta’s affiliates often enough to know them.

“My name is Roalson Maritta-Komivou, Roal for short. I’m heir to my father’s agricultural business in Faron.” He gestured toward the stal in green. “That is Corbin Maritta, or Chip. He’s my cousin’s son.” He briefly explained his swordsmanship and archery taught to him and Chip’s combat experience. “We can hold my own, even moreso him.”
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As Bubble turned away to begin preparing drinks and grabbing food for them, Chip turned forward a bit. After everything else had spoken, he knew it was his turn no matter how little he wanted to. He found it in himself to gather the courage needed to reveal more about himself. But how could he do so without speaking. He looked down at his fingers. He could try signing -- he had learned during the voyage he had been on with Flora and Astrid, as the wizzrobe they had been traveling with had taught him some phrases -- but then he would have to reveal his stal identity. Really, there was no getting around it. He knew that eventually, they would find out. And if it wasn't because he had told them, would they ever trust him?

He let out a quick, subtle cawing sound until he got everyone's attention. Gathering his spirits, he pulled down his hood and revealed his true features: a body made of nothing more than dark magic and bone. He was a stal. Similar to the monster that he had been brought here to meet, but the otheres thought were maybe a monster worth hunting. Would they want to hunt him, too? He looked over at Roalson, his current protector. Would Roalson be able to convince them otherwise?

Chip began waving in various directions, trying to explain to them that he was a stal but he wasn't an evil one. He didn't want to hurt them, but he had been here to help. He looked around before finding what looked like a small chalkboard. He could use that. he foudn a piece of chalk. It seemed to be used for signage outside the shop, which Bubble had taken down. He found a piece of chalk. He wasn't a great writer, but he could try.

"MY NAME IS CHIP" he wrote, showed the group, and then erased with his green cloak's sleeve. The dusty remants of the chalk stained his clock. "I CAME TO MEET ASTRID" Again, he would erase. He paused. "SHE IS GIBDO? BUT GOOD."

He continued this, telling a piecemeal story about who he was and who he could do.

"I DO NOT LIKE TO FIGHT.
I HAVE MAGIC HEALING.
I AM A HEALER.
I THINK ASTRID IS GOOD.
I WANT TO HELP HER.
I WANT TO HELP YOU."

He put down the chalkboard, looking at the others carefully. He, too, could see koroks, and so he even tried to make eye contact with Zomo. He hoped to get at least a few of them on his side.
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The group that had assembled was a diverse one to be sure. The Korok with a hero complex, the Hylian (or was he Sheikah? The red eyes were now giving Arator pause) with a pirate dream, and the Maritta farmer turned adventurer. It was shaping up to be a very interesting adventure, but the final member of the group is who gave Arator the most pause. The paladin shuffled to his feet and brought his mace to chest height as “Chip” unveiled his skeletal visage to the group. Roalson was the first to put his arms up to attempt to calm the paladin and Shin was not far behind in attempting to delay Arator’s smiting.

The abomination began to wave its arm’s frantically and began rummaging through the nearby area to produce a chalk board. Arator’s tense body language had relaxed somewhat in seeing that the stal wasn’t immediately hostile. Most of his interactions with the dead were far less civilized. Arator released the grasp on his war hammer and allowed it to rest at his side, but scrutinized every boney movement that undead Rito made.

The creature introduced itself as “Chip” and made a claim about being familiar with the creature reportedly behind the attacks. Arator scoffed dismissively of Chip. “If your friend Astrid is the one behind these attacks, then she is anything but good.” He watched incredulously as Chip continued to write basic sentences on the chalk board and then erase them. The knight didn’t move after the undead Rito wrote his desire to aid the group.

Arator was silent for a moment before leaning his war hammer against the table and taking a step forward towards the Rito. Roalson and Shin both twitched to stop the paladin but Arator held up a hand. “I merely wish to get a better sense of the… Rito before agreeing to let him along with us.” Arator proceeded until he was a foot away from Chip’s frail body. The knight knelt down so that he was approximately eye level with Chip. He reached up and placed a hand on the shoulder of the skeletal figure. It was an odd sensation feeling bone where there should have been a shoulder underneath the dark green cloak.

Arator began speaking under his breath and reciting a prayer to the goddess Nayru that he had done many times before. “May Nayru’s wisdom counsel me, even in the shadow of night may her wisdom guide my way. May I not be shaken with her by my side.” The holy knight channeled the divine magic given to him by the goddess Nayru and looked at the Rito. He sought if her magic could reveal to him any evil or malignant thoughts that the creature possessed. He looked over the Rito from top to bottom while maintaining the hand on his shoulder. Two words came through Arator’s mind as he focused on the divine energies. “Friend. Similar.”

Arator pulled his hand off the shoulder of the skeletal Maritta and his expression transitioned from the hard and mistrustful glance into a smile. His hand returned to the Maritta’s shoulder, but this time as a pat of comradery rather than one of divine judgement. “I apologize for my earlier weariness!” Arator exclaimed as he pushed himself back up to his full height.

It was at the end of this tense moment that Bubble herself returned to the group bearing many drinks and pastries for the collective to snack on. “I greatly appreciate the hospitality that you’ve shown us Ms. Bubble.” Arator grabbed one of the pastry snacks and took a bite. It was delicious. It really was too bad about the baker friend of hers that perished the other night. “Ms. Bubble, if I may inquire, who would you say is the local expert on matters relating to these Gibdo?”

The grief stricken café owner paused for a brief second before landing on an answer. “I don’t know anyone here in Kara Kara, but there is a demonology professor in East Gerudo Town that could maybe help.” Bubble spent a few moments describing the professor and their role in East Gerudo and even gave a few basic directions on the best way to reach the college from Kara Kara.

Arator and party by this point had finished most of their refreshments. Arator threw his pack onto his back and hefted the war hammer onto his shoulder. “Your hospitality has been unparalleled Ms. Bubble. I hope I can sample your hospitality once more after we deal with this ghoulish business.” He turned his attention back to the travelers that have become his teammates. “I think its time we were on our way. Shall we?”
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Zomo startled a little bit when Roalson’s friend lowered his hood and looked directly at him. Okay. That was either a really good costume, or he’s been in the desert for a really long time…… Oh dear Deku Tree, he’s BONES.

Zomo was frozen to his seat, staring back at the stal with the korok equivalent of wide eyes. If he could sweat, he would be. Sure, Chip seemed friendly enough, but everything about him was kind of uncanny. The high tensions only made Zomo more nervous and he began to fidget with the hem of his cape. Luckily, the situation seemed to calm down pretty quickly and Chip seemed to pass some kind of test of Arator’s. Did the paladin have some kind of evil detector?! That’s so cool! Well, he guessed that meant Chip was fine! The irony of a stal knowing healing magic wasn’t lost on him, but it did gain his interest. In the magic department, he was kind of lacking. Maybe, if Chip was willing, he could teach Zomo a thing or two…?

His thought process was interrupted when Bubble brought the snacks. Zomo was quick to snatch up his bun and began nibbling on it. “Thank you Ms. Bubble! It’s really good!” He knew she couldn’t see him, but it was only polite. He listened attentively as Bubble told the group about a demonology professor and how to find them, the prospect of an adventure already revving him up.

“Yeah! Let’s go! Let’s go!” He devoured the rest of the bun and jumped out of his seat bursting with excitement, “If we don’t hurry then the sun will go down and there might be another attack! We need to make sure that doesn’t happen!”
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The more Shin learned, the more he was sure this was the creature from the Charade. Even if she was once good, however, there was the chance being undead could literally rot ones brains. Of course, Shin had no clue, and he would be certain to ask before running her through. It may well be she's innocent, as the little Stal seemed to believe. The Captain watched warily as Arator approached Chip, a hand on a small knife on his waist. This creature at least clearly meant them no harm. It would've been absurd to harm him. He glanced at Roalson, the one most likely to also intervene if things went awry. But it seemed Arator really meant no harm and Shin allowed himself to relax slightly, absentmindedly eating the admittedly delicious food.

To Chip, Shin said, "Well, a healer is certainly welcome on this expedition! And I suspect this Astrid has more to them than these accusations. An open mind'll do us good." The Captain tried to make his look at Chip meaningful. It would be foolish to let his own knowledge be known around the smite-happy paladin, but hopefully Chip would at least discern that he was an ally in any case. Arator and Zomo were right though - it was time to go talk to this professor. Maybe they would be able to provide some additional information or even where a Gibdo might hide out here in the desert.

"Aye, let's set course. We definitely want to get this resolved before more folks die." Shin stood, dusting a few crumbs onto the floor and stretched. Something was nagging Shin, however. The ability to divine motives might not be the most welcome thing for a pirate of his standing. Sure, if it only discerned his current motives it wouldn't be an issue. But if it revealed anything else about him... Well, regardless, Shin kept a safe distance from the paladin. Glowy Goddess powers were not something he was interested in.
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Roalson turned to the soft caws of Chip, before the stal pulled down his hood. His eyes met with Chip’s orbs, and his muscles tensed. The paladin would mistake the timid Chip for a member of the hostile undead—and smite him as one. He swore to the Maritta, no, swore to Chip that protect him from harm. Holding his wings up, he stood in front of Arator, while Shin stood nearby to help. “Arator, please. Don’t hurt him. He’s harmless.” Chip flapped his arms wildly as a failed attempt to communicate his intentions. He looked for items to help him communicate, finding a stick of chalk and a chalkboard. With a way to communicate, he explained who he was and what he was here for.

Chip came here for help a Gibdo? Why wasn’t he told this?

After Chip finished writing, Arator took a step closer, and Roalson jumped to block him, to keep him away from Chip. The paladin said, “I merely wish to get a better sense of the… Rito before agreeing to let him along with us.“ Roalson stepped aside to let Arator approach Chip. Kneeling down in front to the stal, the Hylian placed a hand on his bony shoulder and spoke a prayer to Nayru. “Friend. Similar.” Arator could do no harm to Chip. Roalson relaxed.

Roalson took a pastry and drink that Bubble had brought. He bite into it, the filling touching his taste buds. “Thank you for the treats and drinks, Miss Bubble.” While eating, he listened to Bubble telling Arator about a Demonologist in East Gerudo Town. The paladin called the group to leave, with Shin and Zoom echoing the same. “Well, it’s time to go,” Roalson said to Chip.
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Chip quivered in fear for a moment as Arator approached him. What was this man going to do? He thought about retreating backwards and getting ready to defend himself, but he also realized quickly that any quick movements would immediately escalate things -- plus, he found himself frozen in fear. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around with the living and the undead? As Arator's shoulder rested on Chip's shoulder he didn't even recoil, instead letting him study him as he wanted. Chip waited in absolute terror before Arator pulled away, seemingly satisfied that Chip wasn't a threat. Chip nodded in happy understanding as Arator apologized to him.

The others seemed in agreement that Chip was a welcome member of the team, which he appreciated. He gave them a happy thumbs up before realizing that he didn't know anything about the desert. He grabbed the chalkboard, which Bubble didn't seem interested in having back.

HOW FAR IS EAST TOWN? He wrote, showing it around. Would they even be able to get there before nightfall? What were the chances they were able to figure out what was going to stop this monster and stop it before anyone else died? He worried for Astrid. Was she out there in danger? Or had something corrupted her? He didn’t like thinking of her in either scenario.

He looked around inquisitively, hoping for an answer.
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“If memory serves…” Arator started as he put a finger to his chin. “It should only be a few hours journey by seal to East Gerudo.” The others, Bubble included either mentioned their ignorance at the distance or confirmed his recollection. “We should get moving if we intend to reach it before the threat of night encroaches on us.” The paladin then took several minutes thanking Bubble for her hospitality and gathering his belongings. He turned back to their Gerudo hostess and with sincerity and confidence spoke. “This monster will answer for its crimes. Nayru’s justice will fall on it and your friend’s death will be avenged. You have my word.”

Arator took the lead armed with the directions given to him by Bubble to the nearest sand seal rental. It was a simple matter of exchanging a few rupees for a pod of seals for the group’s use. It took a minute or two for each person to find a seal that they preferred, but everyone was able to settle into a chosen partner and stowed their gear and supplies. Arator chose the seal that held its head the highest as his preferred mount.

Arator’s seal definitely lived up to the knight’s high expectations and was able to easily keep pace at the front of the pod. The sun shone brightly down and reflected on the gear that was strapped to the side of the sand swimmer. The breeze created by the speed countered the blistering heat of the day. The group had been traveling for thirty or so minutes at this point with only minor difficulties in getting used to directing the animals for the first fifteen or so of those minutes. Bubble and the vendor had both confirmed approximately a two-and-a-half-hour journey as long as conditions remained favorable. The bright blue sky with the smattering of fluffy white clouds could almost lull one into a false sense of peaceful security, but Arator kept scanning the horizon for any threat that may loom.

The journey was coming near the halfway point. Communication was difficult due to the sound of the rushing wind impacting the ears of the seal riders so most of the trek had been made in relative quiet. Arator was the only one to occupy a lone sand seal, which made sense given the relative size of both Chip and Zomo would make it difficult to ride solo. The wooden hero rode alongside of his friend shin and the stal rode with its protector Roalson. Fortunately, there had not been much need for communication with the relative ease of the trip to this point. Arator had caught glimpses of a few lizalfos here and there bathing in the sun under cover of their camouflage but they made no hostile moves so neither did the traveling guardsman.

Arator’s eyes continued scanning the horizon until they found something that locked his gaze. He stared at it for a minute or two to check if it was the heat of the desert causing a mirage. “Nayru guide us…” he whispered under his breath as he raised a fist into the air and yelled “HALT!” His seal skidded promptly to a stop and the other animals followed suit with direction from the riders. The group looked at Arator for some sort of explanation, but the knight simply pointed to his two o’clock position. A dark form had apparated several miles from their position. Sand was swirling and the land beneath it had become dark. The wind was blowing towards the group and was inviting the deadly sand storm right at them. “Its headed straight for us and will likely bury us if we are caught in it. Best I can tell we have 10-15 minutes before impact. We need to find shelter. Now.” Arator looked first over to Shin, the self-proclaimed strategist. “Now would be a great time for a strategy my friend.” He shifted his gaze over to Roalson and Zomo. “See if you two can gain some vantage on the situation from above. Quickly!” His eyes drifted back over to the wall of sand and his hand clenched the symbol of Nayru dangling from his neck. “Grant us your wisdom…” he whispered to himself.
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Zomo loved riding the sand seals. They were so fast! Plus, they made funny barking noises! What wasn’t there to like about them? He happily shared a seal with Shin, doing his best to keep still and not bounce around excitedly as they rode through the desert. Instead, he took to whistling little tunes of the forest to keep himself entertained.

He was glad the trip would be so short, that meant they could dedicate more time to searching for the culprit! And the sooner they found the culprit meant less people would get hurt! There was nothing but positives in this scenario! They were already halfway there, so obviously nothing could go wrong at this point--

The sudden stop of the sand seal almost made Zomo fall off.

“Hey what’s wrong?! Are we under attack?” He looked around, too short to notice the storm on the horizon right away. When Arator pointed it out though, Zomo felt his heart skip a beat. That… Looked nasty. He was pretty sure that he’d be okay due to being a korok, but the others would definitely not be alright. He sat up straighter when Arator addressed him, responding to the command with a salute like he had seen the guards in castle town do.

“You can count on me, sir paladin! Zomo away!” The Woodland Wonder pulled out his deku leaf and took to the air, rising as high as he dared to get a good vantage on the situation. The storm would be upon them too quickly for them to run far, so they needed shelter to fight the winds. He wished his Bubble spell was stronger, or that his leaf was powerful enough to blow the storm away! But that was just wishful thinking and there was no time for that. He had to focus.

He scanned the area carefully. Sand. Sand. Sand. IS THAT-?! Nope, more sand. Oh! What’s that? He almost missed it, but there was a rock formation not far from their current location.

“ROCKS AHOY!” Zomo called down to the others. It might not be much, but anything to keep the brunt of the winds off of them would be good. He pointed frantically in the direction the rocks were located. “That way! We can make it but we gotta hurry!”
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Shin rolled his eyes at the Paladin's piousness. It was self-righteous enough to make Shin puke. Either way, Shin waved to the Gerudo woman, remaining silent as he couldn't make the same promise as Arator. His intention was to question the Gibdo, not murder her. Regardless, Shin would need to stay with the group while they searched. It wouldn't do for the rescuer to arrive after the inquisition, after all. When they approached the sand seals, Shin grinned widely. These guys were awesome and he'd never gotten a chance to ride one. The one Shin approached seemed disinterested, but perked up when Shin made kissing noises at it.

"C'mon, Zomo. This is our guy!" Shin called to the Korok. It took Shin a few minutes to get his balance as they set off, but it really was quite a lot of fun. It was similar to surfing in a way- the sand parted for the seal like the water beneath a board or a boat. Shin had never been much of a surfer, but he was glad the seal knew what it was doing. They'd been going for long while, and Shin had been busy keeping an eye on Zomo to ensure he didn't fly off somewhere. The wind was deafening and it could've been miles before he noticed the Korok was missing.

Arator stopped and so Shin did the same, the sand seal swerving to stop. It only took a moment for Shin's eyes to adjust and notice the sand whirlwind. He was sure there was another word, but Shin could only think of the whirlwinds out at sea. Of course now that the going was getting tough, the Paladin looked to him for answers. Typical. "Let's see if Zomo sees anything! Not much we can do elsewise." When Zomo said there were rocks, Shin nodded. "Good work me hearty! Let's move! " The sand seals were getting nervous, and Shin patted his gently to calm him before leading them to the rocks.

Luckily it wasn't too far, and seemed big enough to hunker down in. But Shin didn't think it would be enough. He had to think of something else they could do. What do we do on board The Freedom. When there's a storm coming we...we batten down the hatches...but what... Shin's brain went into overdrive and he cast around at the limited resources available. Then a thought occurred. He began running around, attempting to explain as he went.

"Quick, wrap your sand seal's rope around yourself, then tie them off! Zomo, c'mere lad, I'll tie you to me-" When they were done, everyone should be tied together and hunkered down under the rock formation. The wind was already picking up and Shin kept one hand on his hat. "Avast ye hearties, that bilge-sucking storm won't give us quarter! Stay down and hold fast!" In theory, even if one of them got yanked by the storm, the rest would be heavy enough to keep them from flying away. Shin hoped. Normally he would be tied to a ship and not a bunch of landlubbers. Unfortunately, there was no good spot to tie the ropes on the rock that would allow them to keep everyone, including the sand seals, safe. Either way, the storm would be on them soon.
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Unlike some of the members of the group, Roalson had gone to the Gerudo Desert a few times before, once for his father’s business trip. However, it was years since he had stepped foot into the desert. He had forgotten the distance from Kara Kara Bazaar to East Gerudo Town. Chip thankfully asked how far was it, and Arator answered, only a few hours by sand seal. Sand seal? When was the last time he had rode one one of those? Last time he did, it took him half an hour to stay upright. His clothes were stained and ripped on one side. His mother was furious when she heard about it. She had paid a good fortune for them.

Renting a sand seal for him and Chip was easy. He picked one out the several available Though it lacked a bit in speed, it allowed more control and maneuvered with ease. Riding one was harder. Roalson lost his balance several times while trying to ride it, but it only took him around ten minutes, threefold less than last time, with barely a stain on his tunic or any tear on the fabric.

After the initial learning curve, the sand seal ride lulled him into a sense of calm. The air rushed past him and Chip, carrying people’s voices too fast for him to hear. He looked over his shoulder for Chip, who held onto Roalson, checking if he had fallen off; he wouldn’t have known otherwise. Nothing but the sand seals of Arator and Shin zipping to East Gerudo Town, Roal’s seal trailed right behind Shin’s seal. Arator stopped abruptly along with Shin. Roalson did so, too. He looked towards where Arator was pointing, a dark blob in the distance.

Oh shit, oh Hylia, a sandstorm!

Roalson panicked. He muttered, “Oh no...oh no...” He couldn’t glide in the air. He couldn’t spot any rock or structures to scale up and jump off of, and he didn’t know where the nearest updraft was. He was useless, useless and panicking while death approaches. Only Zomo did something. Up high, he spotted a rock nearby. Shin thought of an idea, take the rope from the sand seal, tie them to themselves and to each other.

When he and Chip arrived at the rock, Roalson untied the rope from the sand seal, tied it to Chip, and tied it to himself. With the rest of the rope, he tied it to Shin. This plan should work, otherwise most, if not all, would be dead or lost in the desert.
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Re: Shifting Scales

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Bubble waved enthusiastically as the group left her little shop, and she made sure they had the key in case they ever needed to use her space. She was going to take some time off, as she had mentioned earlier. She locked the door with her spare key, let out a sight of resigned sadness, and made her way home. It was up to the band of heroes to save them all, now.

Chip waved back sadly as they left their new friend, and for the rest of the trip until the reached the desert, he had to do whatever he could to remain as inconspicuous as possible. After all, one wrong move now would do nothing but delay their journey to East Gerudo Town, which could mean more victims if they didn't solve this monster puzzle quickly enough. Chip was definitely feeling the pressure -- especially considering that somehow, Astrid was tied up in all of this. How had poor, innocent Astrid gotten involved in this? Could it really be a coincidence?

As they picked out a sand seal, Chip let Roalson decide which one they would be mounting considering Roalson would be the one doing most of the actual work, while Chip found a way to precariously balance between hanging onto the rito for deal life and balancing his parasol over his head so that he wouldn't literally melt under the sun. The trip was going well, if not a bit uncomfortable, until the winds started. Chip immediately began to fear for his unlife, realizing that if he blew off of the sand seal, it was very likely the sun would hit him and he would turn to dust.

Roalson tied the rope around him by connecting his cloak to the rope and then himself, so Chip was able to grasp his parasol with both hands. It was so important that he was able to keep the parasol over him even as the winds and sand ravaged around them. This caused the parasol to pick up the wind, which caused Chip to get pushed to the very end of the rope, it holding taut as Chip and the parasol floated along in the wind. The stalrito screamed as he felt his grip slipping. It was going to be a long road.

As the wind and sand got strong enough, Chip disengaged the parasol so it flattened, which released the wind from underneath. Luckily the sand kept him shielded enough from the sun so he plopped down into the sand and was able to make his way closer to Roalson. "Eck!" the stal exclaimed as he got closer, looking around. Chip pointed to the sun, as if to say that if they continued to lose daylight, they would have to camp here for the night. He personally wanted to get out of the desert as quickly as possible, so that didn't seem like a great option for them.
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Re: Shifting Scales

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Arator pulled the knot tight that was around his waist. He had attached the rope through his rucksack that contained his armor as well. He had positioned himself between the Rito and the Stalrito. Between Arator’s and his armor’s weight he should be able to counterbalance the extremely lightweight Rito. He trusted Shin to keep Zomo under control so the knight did not worry about the Korok. He watched Chip struggle with a parasol before eventually giving up and folding it in. The stal pointed at the sun, which by this point had become obscured by the outer wall of the impending sand storm, with as near to a concerned look as an expressionless skull could make. Arator tried to discern meaning from the stal’s action and eventually decided he knew what Chip meant.

He took a cloak from his bag and completely bundled it around the small rito and doubled the knot around it. “There, now even if the wind blows you away the sun shall not reach you!” Arator said with a smile to the now bundled up Chip. His smile faded quickly as the winds began to increase and the sand began to buffet the party. “Brace yourselves… here it comes!” The strom came upon them suddenly and powerfully. Winds threw sand that seared the face. The rope held, but Arator did have to help brace both of the rito in the group. The rocks blocked some of the more severe effects of the storm, but sand was still piling up on the group.

The wind blew severely for what felt like an hour, but in reality was likely no more than five minutes before it began to subside. Arator and the others were half buried in sand by the time it passed, but the next obstacle had already made itself apparent to the group. The sun was low on the horizon. If they pushed hard they could likely make the city just after nightfall, but any more delays could risk them getting stranded in the desert at night. They weren’t provisioned for a night in the freezing desert temperatures so in Arator’s mind it was worth the risk.

It took several minutes for the knight to shake the sand loose from his clothing, hair, and everywhere else. He also helped Chip out of the makeshift sun shield being careful not to let sunlight interact with his stal body. Eventually the group was brushed off, untied, and ready to mount back up. Arator voiced his opinion of pushing onward. “I think it is worth it. We are not prepared for a night in the harsh environment. The desert is merciless.” He paused briefly. “There are dangers in the desert at night beyond just the environment as well. We would do well to be swift.”

With any luck, they would encounter no difficulties until arriving at East Gerudo Town, but so far luck has not been on their side.

Thankfully luck was on the groups side. They were able to push forward and reach East Gerudo Town just before night fall chilled the desert.
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