Evening of Friday, January 5, 2018
Chasing Koroks sufficed to wear my
Flameblade down to nothing until it broke, whereupon I could finally raid the
Silver Bokoblin’s treasure chest—a Knight’s Claymore, I think. A fine weapon. Though I do like the
one-handed blades.... they are faster.
I feel like I can never find enough of those....
Back at the Riverside Stable I took
out Brown and rode him all the way back to the Gerudo Canyon Stable.
I thought it miraculous that no one
called for rescue along the way.
And we galloped right past the
Hinox—I’d been tiptoeing round him up ‘til then. We were too fast for him to
give us any trouble, and when we stopped to look behind, it was only to see him
flop enormously back onto the ground for another nap. David and I chuckled....
In Gerudo Canyon I finally caved to
the sidequest and decided I would gather rushrooms for that old man—Pirou was
his name.
The rushrooms were plentiful near
the stable, but it wasn’t too much of a chore to find a few more higher up. My
climbing for them took me all over, right up to where I swear I’d been before,
just before I came to The Tallest Tower.
I was quite high up by the time I’d
collected at least fifty-six of them (the old man wanted fifty-five, but I
wanted to keep my inventory oriented as it was). And from my altitude I could
see a strange little rash of vegetation across the canyon, the green stark
against the beige, on one of the great shelves of land leading up to the
Wasteland Tower.
Baobabs.
The distance was vast but I managed
to paraglide to the shelf just shy of
the little copse, and then climbed up to see what I could see.
And what I saw was Guardians—
Paused
and switched the sensor to detect Decayed Guardians—
....
Nothing.
There was no beeping.
These Guardians were truly dead.
I was safe.
Or
was I?—there was movement over there—
But it was only a Lizalfos.
That was easy enough to deal with;
on went my mask and I hunched over, head twitching and bird-like.
But I quickly found that even Kilton’s
handiwork wasn’t enough to protect me from the blasted penetrating curiosity of a baddie..... when that baddie was an Electric Lizalfos.
It came close and when its
sputtering, fritzing, zapping horn touched me—
Well it hurt more than my feelings,
I’ll tell you that.
And so trying to avoid all the
friendly advances, in the guise of a lizard I salvaged all I could from the remains
of the dead Guardians—and one of them gave me gears!
Excellent.
I wanted to explore further—I even
managed to kill one or two of the Electric Lizalfos, and there was a small
troop of Moblins further up the hill I wanted to visit, but.... when the Blood
Moon started coming on.... I decided it was probably better that I just go. I
had the old man’s rushrooms; it was time to paraglide back.
The midnight vision happened to
strike me in mid-flight, almost directly above the stable.
It’s strange, when you’re up in the
air and well away from anything and thus assured in the knowledge that you are safe.... and yet when all that air
around you turns so vivid blood red....
I enjoyed the novelty of the
occurrence but it was a little like floating tiny and alone and naked under the
gaze of Sauron.
When the vision had passed, I
quickly dropped altitude and gave Pirou his blasted rushrooms.
Fifty-five
bleedin’ rushrooms they take too long to gather....
And Pirou gave me a diamond in
return.
....
Well I guess that was.... swell of
him.
Not worth it.
