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Lord of the Mountain on acme of Mount Lanayru

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Mountain Lanayru

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I've had this as a sketch in my folder for ages and this weekend I finally decided to actually paint it.

Stupid fact: even though I've drawn the horse here, y'all can't actually have your horse through this route directly, as I discovered when I tried to get the screencap for the reference - the entrance to the snowfield via Lanayru Promenade is elevated by a step that the horse can't climb - so considering I had aught better to do I took my equus caballus from Hateno and inched here from the south of the mountain to get the reference shot

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Spring of Wisdom

(Another version nether the cutting)

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I was on the north side of Lanayru Mountain and took these.

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literally was so mad

really planned on ignoring him, just, he'due south the i who wanted to fight.

never ruin my campfire like that ever again.

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mount lanayru from horon lagoon

*photo belongs to me* screenshot taken from my switch & edited.

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cliffs of quince, hateno

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Entry 53

Oh. That doesn't look practiced.

I was climbing the mountains, and suddenly saw... a lot of majestic and red on meridian of a nearby peak. I didn't know what I was looking at, so I took a picture. My slate identified it as Naydra. Based on the photos I have of Farosh and Dinraal, I'm going to assume that's another dragon. But why isn't it flying? It's just... laying on the mountain. And what'south even more concerning is I can see some red areas. The aforementioned shade of red that matches Calamity Ganon.

I've seen some like... goop? Evil goop? On my travels, one very notable sighting being at the Coliseum Ruins. I haven't touched it, but I'm sure it came from Ganon, because it was inside Vah Medoh besides. I'm worried the dragon is... trapped by information technology? Corrupted? Maybe it's eating it? I don't know... I simply have a feeling this i won't be as friendly as Farosh.

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Day 11 Snowfall / Day 12 Dragon

Lmao as yous guys tin can probably tell, I won't be finishing inktober this year. This slice killed me. I will, however, have ii more than pieces (also botw) to bear witness you guys later this week to close inktober 2019!

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Lord of the Mountain at the Jump of Wisdom

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This is actually neat! If you perform the Minigame Storage glitch and then yous break the forest dweller'south bow on the last malice eyeball on Naydra, then you can see the following scene all misty-similar, as if you were in the Lost Forest. It's a fun little trick I saw on Twitter and somewhen got around to trying it out.

After this piffling scene, everything looked normal again:

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he so dramatic 😒

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The Legend of Zelda | Rushing Waters | Chapter eight: Stories and Snares

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(Art by Endless Fang / ArtStation.com)

Stiff easily pulled at Link's arms and waist. He tried furiously to wrest costless of them, and then intent was he to confront the demon that even at present was breaking free. Its inflow had infused him with rage then corking that he was choking on it.

"Come on then!" someone shouted at him.

Link's wrath suffocated him. He couldn't breathe.

"Come on then, lad!"

Link'south caput bankrupt the surface of the water. His body did not register the cold, only the violent shivers it was emitting to continue itself alive. He did not even experience the iron grips of Dorian and Brigo, both of whom hauled his drenched, clothed body out of the spring. With a slap-up final effort, they flung Link onto the stone platform.

Brigo immediately began shedding his cloak.

"Hurry, lad!" he shouted urgently to Dorian. "Requite me yer cloak! Strike up a fire while I get 'im out o' these soppin' wet clothes!"

The Sheikah wasted neither time nor breath doing as the patrolman instructed. In moments, a minor burn down flickered to life. Brigo, meanwhile, had stripped off Link's sodden garments, wrapped him in both cloaks and rolled him as close to the fire equally he dared. Now he was rubbing his friend's chest, stomach and legs while talking furiously the unabridged time.

"Had to go swimmin' on a bloody water ice mountain, didn' yeh?" the patrolman defendant the barely witting Hylian. "Could no take taken a dip in Hateno, could yeh? I do no care what Dorian's books say nor the Sheikah child, yer a ruby fool wi' cucco's feathers fer brains!"

Slowly, Link began to experience patches of severe heat on the parts of his trunk closest to the fire, while painful cold stabbed at the rest of him. His jaw was chittering almost too badly for him to enquire his start question.

"W-w-w-where...d-d-d-d-dragon?" Link gasped.

"Yeh take gone barmy!" Brigo snorted while continuing to rub his friend's limbs to life. "In that location ain't so much as a mount lizard up here, let alone a blood-red dragon!"

"You lot saw a dragon, Sir Link?" Dorian asked excitedly even as he continued to add fuel to the fire. His enthusiasm was severely blunted by the patrolman'south scowl of disapproval.

"We'll have none o' this now!" Brigo snarled. "Save yer strength, yeh young fool, an' let the burn down do its work."

It took some time for Link's body to fully cast off the numbing cold. Each function of him that stirred to life did so only to feel throbbing agony. He continued to shiver, partly from the intense arctic, partly from the pain. The sight of his friends ebbed and faded to images of Zelda and the iv Champions, and so back over again.

Occasionally, other scenes flashed across Link's listen. He glimpsed the large Goron looking worriedly to the elevation of a mount of burn down. He saw the Rito warrior flight away in the midday heaven while looking downward on him, his calling voice total of scorn. Then it was night, and the Gerudo chieftain was glancing at him over her shoulder, her expression one of sorry understanding. Sunset appeared, and he was somewhere loftier in the mountains, seated next to the Zora girl -- Mipha -- and her optics were filled with a love he desperately wanted to render.

Finally, Link found himself in a woods plunged into darkness by the storm surging above them. He was running, his gait slowed only by the daughter he was pulling behind him. A Guardian appeared, and its gleaming red centre flashed towards Zelda.

"No!"

The Guardian used four of its serpentine metal arms to pin him to the ground. It was going to rip him apart, leaving Zelda all only defenseless.

"No!"

"I exercise no care what yeh say, lad, we're non lettin' go 'til yeh at-home downwards a bear upon!"

Link's eyes flared open. It was not a machine'south metal artillery that held him, but those of Brigo and Dorian. The sight of them in identify of the horror he had been witnessing left his cloak-wrapped body limp and shaking. Sweat poured over his face, mingling with the tears still leaking from his optics.

Dorian put a hand to Link's brow and nodded with satisfaction. "The fever is cleaved," the Sheikah sighed with relief. "He will alive."

Brigo snorted equally he released Link and went to the cookpot hanging over a fire of smokeless embers. They were, Link saw, once once again housed in the large tent. He quickly wiped the moisture from his eyes earlier propping himself up on one elbow.

"Where are nosotros?" he asked weakly.

"Withal at the ruddy spring where yeh tried to drown yerself," Brigo quipped from across the fire. "Yeh kipped off later on that. Been here all day. Night's already come."

With that, the patrolman scooped the contents of the pot into a small wooden basin and brought it to Link. It was soup, and its aroma fix his rima oris watering. The moment the bowl was in his hands, Link began devouring the vegetables and broth at a ravenous pace, its heat searing the inside of his mouth in his haste.

His friends watched him swallow in silence, each looking at Link with his own version of business concern. Dorian's narrow, brown eyes were full of worry, while Brigo'south face was parent-like in its sternness. It was he who spoke first afterwards the Link'southward spoon finally scraped the bowl in vain.

"Yous alright, lad?" Brigo asked while even so dubiously surveying his friend. Link nodded wearily in reply.

"A little tired, just I am fine," he said. Sitting upward took a conscious endeavour, and he could tell the patrolman was virtually to reprimand him for it. Link put up a hand to forbid his friend. "I really am. Thank you, both of you, for what you have washed."

The tension in Brigo's expression loosened considerably. "'Bout ruddy time I paid yeh back for the bridge," he barked adept-naturedly. Link smiled at the memory of their first coming together. Dorian, however, could no longer concur back the questions that had been kept waiting until now.

"You said you saw a dragon, Sir Link?" he burst out. "What did it look like? Did it speak to you? Did information technology force yous into the jump?"

Brigo tried to cut off the Sheikah's flood of questions, but Link waved his concerns aside. "It is all right, Brig," he insisted. "The least I tin practice is tell you why you found me as you did."

And so Link told them everything. He told them of hearing Zelda's voice, of Naydra the dragon, and the retention of Zelda and the Champions. It felt good to practise that, to open himself to those whom he trusted without reservation. They were his friends, more so now than always later on saving his life. This was also the offset time Link had been able to reflect on the treasure that was this recovered recollection.

He did keep certain details to himself, such as his feelings for the Zora. Mipha, Link reminded himself. One time again, his heart ached at the remembrance, even more at present that he could call her image to mind. He was frustrated to realize, however, that this retention had not sparked further recollections. What had they been to each other, once, for him to feel so strongly well-nigh her? Must he find more pieces to the puzzle of his life before seeing it whole and complete once more?

The embers burned low into the night when Link finished. Dorian sabbatum cantankerous-legged, leaning forward with an expression of accented awe. Brigo had pulled out his piping and was puffing thoughtfully while arresting his friend'southward tale.

"Fascinating," the Sheikah finally murmured. "To actually remember the day the Calamity appeared… you say you retrieve cypher of confronting it?"

Link shook his head in respond, just kept his silence. The memory was invaluable, but information technology was also frustratingly finite. Information technology began and ended equally abruptly as a book. Remembering its ending, however, reminded him of his own question.

"How did you get past the barrier?" Link asked suddenly. "I could non have been gone long."

Brigo looked up over his pipe bowl before swinging it to the side of his mouth. "I'll say yeh weren't," he said while shaking his head in amazement. "Yeh'd not been gone moments earlier the carmine affair disappeared. We weren't sure at showtime, but finally we buckled down an' went to find yeh. Encarmine proficient matter we did, besides."

Link could only nod in agreement. The move acquired a sudden wave of exhaustion to come up over him, and Brigo was at his side in an instant.

"Right, time to kip off fer good, lad," he said firmly while forcing Link to lie downward. "Yer fever'southward broke, so yeh should sleep like a baby Rito in its nest for the residual o' the dark."

Rito, Link thought drowsily. An paradigm of a feathered face with fierce green optics wavered in his listen's eye. Why did the Rito dislike me?

The endeavour behind the question robbed Link of the final of his senses.

* * *

Sunlight already flooded into the tent when Link awoke the following morn. Sitting upward was a pleasant surprise, a reminder of force regained. And appetite. Luckily Brigo was on paw and waiting with a breakfast of fried eggs and bread.

"Eat slowly, lad," the patrolman encouraged him. "We've a mountain to climb downwards an' yeh'll be no good doin' information technology with a groovy achin' belly."

Dorian had begun breaking camp the moment Link had awakened. It was well past daybreak. The lord's day was already halfway to Mount Lanayru's summit. The Sheikah brought over Link's clothes, which were wrinkled, but dry.

"Thank you, my friend," Link said warmly. "Come then, I'yard no longer the invalid y'all found yesterday."

Link'southward heart was calorie-free every bit he helped his friends cease preparing to leave. Though his newly found memory was bittersweet, it filled him far more than whatever meal or counsel he had received since awakening on the Bully Plateau. It also left him with questions. He waited, nevertheless, until they began their descent downward the western face up of Mount Lanayru. A broad, snow-covered trail -- undoubtedly the main path taken by visitors long ago -- snaked gently down the mount.

"Dorian," Link began as they prepare out, "what do you know of the other Champions?"

As he had expected, the Sheikah'south face lit up with enthusiasm. The path was wide enough for the ii to walk side-by-side while Brigo led the way, using his spear to confirm their steps beneath the snowfall.

"Five Champions were chosen to aid the princess in the battle against Ganon," Dorian began, as though citing a children's primer. "Goron vigilance: Daruk. Rito conviction: Revali. Gerudo spirit: Urbosa. Zora grace: Mipha. And, of form, Hylian duty: Link."

Brigo'due south snort of derision was audible from ahead. "An' hither I thought yeh were the humble sort!" he called over his shoulder.

"I blame your influence!" Link called back in good humour before turning his attention back to the Sheikah. "What practice you lot know about them? What were they like?"

"Daruk was the strongest Goron of his historic period," Dorian connected eagerly. "They say his sword was as big as a moblin and could slay 3 of them with a unmarried blow. The but matter that feared him more than Ganonspawn, information technology was said, was his supper."

Link laughed out loud at this. What was it Rhoam had said on the plateau? "You used to eat enough to impress even the Gorons, which is no mean feat." Recalling Daruk'southward girth, he thought Rhoam might accept exaggerated.

"What of Revali?" Link asked of a sudden. He was curious why the Rito had seemed markedly colder toward him than the others.

"Revali was the bravest Rito to soar the skies, and that is saying something," Dorian said thoughtfully as the path took some other turn. "Information technology is written his valor bordered on foolishness, only that he always came out of battle victorious. His skill with a bow was unrivaled -- until you matched him, Sir Link."

Link frowned as the path twisted yet once again. Rhoam had also alluded to the Rito's fierceness and sense of friendship being an earned commodity. He doubted equaling their Champion had earned him anything but resentment from such a proud warrior.

The trio was nearly halfway down the mountain, now. A fresh blanket of white powder covered the footing and trees of Naydra Snowfield below. Sunshine crept upon their backs equally its source climbed ever higher above Mountain Lanayru behind them.

"Lady Urbosa was the chief of her people," Dorian continued. "Though all Gerudo are warriors, she was considered their most skilled fighter -- non merely with a sword, but with sorcery besides."

"Sorcery?" Link asked, surprised. His retention had non alluded to this at all.

"Aye, sorcery!" Brigo called back once over again. "I hear those Gerudo women can charm a Hylian with their walk an' a mere glance o' their jade green eyes!"

Link rolled his own eyes at this, but Dorian nodded agreeably. "What Master Brigo says is truthful, Sir Link. When they seek a homo to take as their married man, they waste neither time nor charms in doing and then. That is not what I meant with Lady Urbosa, notwithstanding. It is written she could summon the heavenly wrath of Hylia herself."

"I'd imagine the wrath of a Gerudo woman scorned would feel that way," Link joked, but he was sincerely wondering what kind of power Urbosa must have wielded to forge such a reputation among the Sheikah texts. That left one more…

"And what of the Zora Champion?" Link asked equally casually as he could.

"Lady Mipha," Dorian answered readily as they passed through Lanayru'south lower foothills. "She was the daughter of Male monarch Dorephan and heir to the throne. It is written her healing magic was a gift of Hylia herself, meant to accompany the kindness already in her heart. That and her skill with a Zora trident fabricated her among the most respected and loved of her kind."

Link'southward insides throbbed with bittersweet pain. Everything Dorian had said resonated with what piddling he at present remembered. He had half-forgotten, however, that Mipha was also a princess in her own right. That made two kings the Cataclysm had made grieving fathers.

They were, Link saw, now passing through the frozen thickets of the snowfield. The journey down the mountain path had been far quicker than their climb upwards its less forgiving southern slopes the day earlier. The road ran straight as an arrow to the west. He could just make out the aforementioned archway he had seen in his retentivity.

"Practice you...," Link began carefully. He was not certain how to ask the question without arousing unwanted questions in return. "Do you lot know annihilation about my dealings with them? What nosotros were like together, I mean?"

The Sheikah frowned thoughtfully. "There is nothing and then personal in the Sheikah writings I have read, Sir Link," he admitted. "Truth be told, I was hoping y'all might know more on that subject. It would be terribly fascinating to know what the Champions were like as companions."

"The retentiveness didn't reveal also much of that," Link admitted. The snow was thinning, the gate to the path through the Promenade now clearly in their sights nether the midday sun. "I'm hopeful that soon I will be able to —"

Brigo shouted from up ahead, but not before something slammed into Link's side with the force of a battering ram. It sent him flight into a nearby tree, the impact knocking the breath from his body.

His eyes watering, Link looked upward and beheld a nightmare come to life. Its body was that of a equus caballus striped white and purple. Its torso, however, was a man's, complete with thick, muscular arms. One of its clawed hands carried an enormous atomic number 26 club, the other an over-large shield adorned with a one-half-moon blade on each side. Over its back was slung a thick bow also made of atomic number 26, with a quiver of arrows hanging from a chain link chugalug around its waist.

It was the matter's caput that was near unnatural. Framed my a mane of white hair, its slit eyes and fanged jaws were that of a brute. Two curved horns rose from its forehead. With a roar that fabricated a bear's seem a whimper, the monster charged toward Link.

Dorian's balaclava was already drawn over his oral fissure and nose, his small Sheikah bow unslung and strung with an arrow nocked. His arrow flew straight and true to the beast's head — and was met with a careless film of the shield.

The Sheikah dove out of the manner, but the creature connected charging toward Link. Gulping in what air he could, he also dove sideways. Seamlessly, he rolled onto his anxiety, unshouldered his bow and loosed an pointer in one fluid motion. Information technology sank into the brute's hindquarters, causing information technology to roar in rage. Reaching astern, information technology pulled out the shaft and snapped information technology every bit though information technology were a twig before galloping madly into the surrounding woods.

"Notice cover!" Dorian bellowed.

Before Link could act on his friend'southward words, a streak of yellow light shot from within the trees and slammed into his left shoulder. Pain stabbed through him, but not that of a normal wound. Instead of throbbing, information technology lanced his body over again and again, leaving him convulsing on the ground. Dorian immediately seized Link past his sword chugalug and hauled him behind a big tree.

However quivering uncontrollably, Link looked downward and saw an arrow shaft sticking out of the side of his shoulder. Its head was enormous and dissimilar anything he could recollect seeing: a twin set of prongs crafted to resemble lightning. Fifty-fifty equally he beheld it, a pocket-sized flash of yellow flared from the head and injected another shock of pain through his trunk. Gritting his teeth, Link grabbed the arrow with his correct mitt and ripped it out of his arm.

With the trained quickness of his people. Dorian turned from behind the tree and loosed an arrow into the forest. A roar of unbridled savagery erupted from them, and Dorian immediately began dragging Link behind a nearby bedrock.

"Hylia assist united states this twenty-four hour period," he muttered through his balaclava. Link barely registered the Sheikah's words; he was trying to become to his feet, but his body did non want to function properly even afterwards removing the arrow.

"W-westward-what is information technology?" Link stammered through the hurting and tremors. Even equally he did, they heard Brigo yell some obscenity from his own hiding place further upward the road.

"The Hebran is smart," Dorian said grimly. "He distracts it while nosotros motility. It is a lynel, Primary Link. Nosotros cannot impale it, not just we three armed equally we are. Non even that many, now, for you were hitting past a shock arrow."

Another roar, then a sudden flower of orange light. Heat seared toward them. Dorian threw Link behind the boulder and dove right backside him just every bit a stream of pure burn streaked by where they had been. A bestial scream of rage followed, so Link heard hooves pounding furiously toward them.

"No yeh don't, yeh devil's excuse fer a mule!" the patrolman roared from ahead. "Come at meh!"

Link looked over and saw Brigo standing in the open up, his bow drawn. Earlier he could loose it, another streak of yellow flew from the lynel's ain bow and into the patrolman's leg, causing him to fall and cry out in pain.

"No!" Link yelled. Attempt as he might, nonetheless, his legs refused to cooperate. All of a sudden, the air again turned orange, and and a blast of oestrus slammed into the other side of the boulder. The stone began to smoke; the trees and mulch around them were catching fire. Link and Dorian coughed in the haze, their eyes watering uncontrollably. Whatsoever sorcery the beast was using would either incinerate them or strength them into the open.

Suddenly the Sheikah began fumbling at Link's waist. It took Link but an instant to realize his friend was reaching for the slate.

"What are you lot doing!" Link gasped.

"You must — get to Kakariko," Dorian replied between painful coughs. His impact had activated the map. Link fought to slap abroad the Sheikah's hands, but his limbs did non obey.

"No!" Link cried, but his vocalization was lost amidst the fire'south roar. Its heat was intensifying. The lynel was approaching even as it kept up its stream of magical flame. "I won't — go out you lot!"

Dorian ignored him. He seized Link's right hand, gripped it tightly so its random shakings could not stop him from moving it toward the slate. Link's mind screamed to resist. His arm might besides take belonged to someone else.

"Salve Hyrule, Sir Link!" Dorian choked out. Considering he was non directly against the bedrock as Link was, the fire was burning him openly. Blisters and boils bubbled to life on the Sheikah's face up, distorting his comely and youthful visage. "Save Hyrule!"

Dorian pressed Link'due south index finger to a tiny blue diamond on the slate, and the globe dissolved in blue calorie-free.

BOOK TWO: RUSHING WATERS

Prologue Chapter 1: Duty'southward Reflection Chapter 2: Unexpected Meetings Chapter iii: Youth and Wisdom Affiliate four: Farewells and Welcomes Chapter v: A Fruitless Search Chapter 6: Mountain Lanayru Chapter seven: The Spring of Wisdom

BOOK ONE: AWAKENING

Prologue Chapter 1: Awakening Affiliate two: The Onetime Man Affiliate iii: Ascent Towers Chapter four: Ripples Chapter 5: Question and Answers Affiliate vi: The Shrine Affiliate vii: Dreams and Nightmares Chapter 8: A Tale of Calamity Chapter 9: Leavetakings Chapter 10: A Night Errand Chapter 11: Meetings Affiliate 12: Dueling Peaks Affiliate 13: Through the Dark Chapter xiv: Needs to the East Affiliate 15: To Kakariko Chapter xvi: Impa Chapter 17: Three Gear up Out Chapter 18: The Route to Hateno Chapter 19: Flight in the Night Chapter twenty: A Village to Artillery Chapter 21: The Battle of Hateno Chapter 22: Aid and Heroes Epilogue

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