From the frozen tip of Snowpeak comes a bright-red spark, soaring over mountain, sea and valley, soaring across all the lands of Hyrule and beyond. “HO!!! HO!!!!! HOOO!!!!! IT’S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY!!!” As that clarion-call of wintry cheer echoes through the night sky, the good citizens of Hyrule know that it is, once more, the season of the infamous Holiday Moblin! Every year, in the deep of winter, hundreds of hopefuls write letters to the obese bringer of joy, asking for that perfect gift; a wondrous necklace, a new sword, or that one toy they saw in the toymaker’s window. And every year, the red-garbed Moblin… sometimes delivers. The multiple accounts of adventurers being pelted with rupees, or Gerudo receiving wheels of cheese and Yeti unpacking thin silk veils are not to be trusted. But that does not deter Hyrule’s hardened makers of wishlists. Not in the slightest. "ON DONNER, ON DASHER, ON PRANCER AND VIXEN! HO! HO!! HO!!!" Even now, as he spurs on his trusty team of Wolfos, the Holiday Moblin’s battered war-sleigh is filled to the brim with lists and letters, the paper fluttering in the cold winter winds, prevented from taking flight only by an enormous sack filled with curious packages- Packages being tossed overboard with reckless abandon and staggering precision by the shaggy white-furred Moblin. “AND REMEMBER! IT’S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY!! HO!!! HO!!! HO!!!!!!” ····· This year, the Holiday Moblin has managed to avoid another alcohol-induced coma, and is flying over Hyrule in search of good little children with grand wishes! Each player may write an in-character post for up to two of their own characters with their wishlist for the Moblin, being as precise or vague as suits them. But be warned, while the Holiday Moblin is generous, he is also insane, often inebriated and quite possibly illiterate. What he will make of the lists and letters sent his way is a SECRET TO EVERYBODY! The Holiday Moblin will be soaring over Hyrule from today till January 15th.
Kalvar was currently sitting under a pine tree in the mountains, a makeshift fort for the night made out of fallen branches, leaves, and stones he was able to scavenge. The closest town was still a few days travel away by foot, and with no obvious path or trail to follow asides from his barely legible maps some old librarian in the last town he went to scribbled down onto a sheet of paper for him. It wasn't much, but it had to be enough. The fort was warm enough for tonight at least, even if the snow was falling down around. The small fire he had been able to build up was mostly the cause of the warmth, however. Out of nowhere, just as Kalvar had begun to try and get comfortable to sleep, Wind Fairy spoke to him. "You should write a list to the Holiday Moblin." "Huh, wha?" Kalvar rolled over, his bow and a few arrows sitting nearby his bedroll just in case. "What are you talking about? Holiday Moblin? Moblin's don't celebrate Hylian holidays. They're more likely to go get drunk somewhere and pillage another poor trader. Why in all of Hyrule should I write a Moblin of all people a list?" "Because." She replied quite bluntly, in her usual manner. "Every year, there is stories of a Holiday Moblin in a sled, being flown by White Wolfos across the sky. Many have reported getting sacks of rupees falling from the sky." Kalvar simply rolled his eyes, before rolling back over. "You learned that from the librarian, didn't you? That crazy man can't even draw a straight line." "And yet, there would be no harm in writing a list, yes? If nothing happens, then nothing happens. But if you do get a gift, then is that not better?" She responded, a thought that actually caused Kalvar to freeze in thought. After a moment of silence, Kalvar finally sighed and sat upright. Grabbing the horrible map, that honestly wasn't really useful at all, he retrieved a small piece of chalk from his bag. Maybe he might feel like a fool, but if this actually worked... Well then, he wouldn't exactly complain. "What should I ask for, then?" "Anything." It was the only response he was going to get, in all honesty. Letting out another sigh, Kalvar hummed in thought before eventually writing down a short list. 'Warm cloak. Fire starting supplies. Warm food.' All very practical gifts. That is, however until he looked over at his bow in thought. She deserved a gift too, but what could she possibly even own? Quickly, he continued to write. 'And a new bowstring for my bow.' That settled, and unsure what to do with the list entirely, he simply stabbed a stick through the very top of the paper and stuck it outside for the Holiday Moblin to apparently see. He still didn't quite believe, but he saw absolutely zero reasons to distrust his best friend. Finally climbing back into the fort, he stoked the fire for a few seconds before climbing back into his bedroll. "Goodnight Master Kalvar." Fairy of the Winds spoke out loud to him. Kalvar smiled softly, grunting in response before he let the warmth of the fire lull him to sleep. Kalvar's List (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Kalvar's List (open) Kalvar's List (close) Warm cloak. Fire starting supplies. Hot food. And a new bowstring for my bow. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Areyal was extremely excited, for it was her favorite time of year! The holidays! Castle Town was filled with joy and wonder and majesty. Snow fell down in every direction as far as she could see, and everyone just seemed that little bit happier compared to normal. It was a wonderful time, joyous even. People were giving gifts to one another, random moments of kindness, snowballs flying in the air. Nothing could possibly be better about this time. However, that was a blatant understatement. Ever since she had crawled up out of the water's edge and began her journey to conquer ice magic to the best of her abilities, around this time of year the Holiday Moblin always gave tossed gifts down to all the people of the land. She didn't quite understand why he did such a generous offer every year, but she was incredibly thankful. So much that she wanted to give him a gift in return! The snowshoe ring she had received a while ago had seen a ton of use, and she was feeling that holiday spirit! There wasn't much that she could truly give, considering her own possessions were quite few and far between, but that didn't mean she couldn't make something! Or rather, bake something! It didn't take too much convincing to let her borrow someone's kitchen, especially with her new gift of the special seeds she got... But that was beside the point! It was cookie baking time! She didn't... quite know how to make cookies, but surely it wouldn't be that hard! Granted, she had never exactly been in someone's kitchen before either. She hummed softly, slowly spinning around in the kitchen until she found her first ingredient. Flour! That had to be it, right? Grabbing the flour, she poured at least two handfuls into a bowl. Hopefully, that wasn't too little. Next was, sugar! And uh, perhaps some chocolate! A whole bar of chocolate got dumped into the bowl, as well as another single handful of sugar. That was about all of her knowledge when it came to cookies, not knowing any of the other ingredients. Surely, something caused it to rise up and become fluffy, right? Areyal paused, glancing in the fridge for the longest time before finally pulling out something. It was... a giant egg. Some kind of bird? Maybe? Definitely not a Cucco egg, but surely some kind of egg. She briefly remembered from her youth her mother putting a few eggs in a cake for a Hylian years and years ago. Did all baking require eggs? Shrugging, she shut the fridge and got to work. A few hours later, the kitchen was a wreck and the cookies weren't exactly well, cookies, but they at least looked somewhat edible. Areyal liked the intense chocolate taste to them, anyways, so she assumed they were perfect! Even if there was a bit of a gritty, floury taste to them. Packing up, she thanked the kind woman who looked exasperated at the state of her kitchen as Areyal ran out with a bag full of cookies and eyes open wide with joy. She didn't quite know how to give the cookies to the Holiday Moblin, but she knew the box had to be perfection. With her holiday list tucked inside as well as the letter, Areyal sealed it up tight and slapped a pretty blue bow on top of it. She might be a spoiled Zora, but at least she knew how to please someone who she liked. Or at least, she thought she did anyway. It didn't take long after to find a Postal worker, a Rito flying around with his satchel who had just landed at a mailbox. She quickly pressed the box into his hands, smiling widely. "Hey! Can you deliver this to the Holiday Moblin for me please!" The man seemed stunned, eyes widening on his feathery face as he glanced down at the box, back at her, and then at the box again. "Ma'am, I don't... I don't think we..." He took another look at her, to simply see the biggest of puppy dog eyes anyone had ever made, a soft pout on her face as well as she begged without saying a word. After a few seconds, the man nervously laughed and smiled at her. "I uh... Sure. I'll make sure he gets it. I suppose." "You're the best! Thank you!" The excited, bubbly Zora was quick to wrap her arms around the Postman in a huge, tight hug before running away down the street back to her room in the Inn. This was going to be the best holiday ever! The Rito simply looked down at the box after she left, sighing and putting it in his bag slowly. It smelled, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that in person. "The things I do for a paycheck..." Areyal's List/Letter (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Areyal's List/Letter (open) Areyal's List/Letter (close) 'Hey! It's me! Your favorite fledgling Ice Wizard Extraordinaire! Areyal the Zora! I wanted to thank you for giving gifts every year. So I made you some cookies! Everyone else gets gifts, why not you? (A small drawing of the tubby Moblin inside his sleigh is drawn, with just as much talent in artistry as her baking.) I have a list this year, like everyone else seems to be doing! I would like a: A really cool like, set of robes! I don't have any wizard robes, and that's a shame! Maybe a pair of like, shoes! I've been traveling a lot more, and they hurt a lot more than they used to! I never needed to walk so much! Also, maybe another shiny ring! I've never taken the last one you gave me off! It fits my style perfectly! You're the best! Enjoy the cookies!'
A cold breeze blew through the town of Ruto as Samanosuke and Malory walked down the dimly lit road their arms around each other. While it wasn't the place he called home, Ruto had quickly become the place that the young warrior often returned between missions. His arm around Malory the two of them just walked around aimlessly while talking as they often do when Samanosuke returns to Ruto. "It's been so long since we've been able to do this. You were gone longer than normal this time." Malory was upset. Samanosuke hadn't been back in a month and she had started to think the worst had happened. "I was starting to think someone else had caught your eye and you'd forgotten about me." That's right. Malory had thought that Samanosuke had found a new girl on his travels! She had seen him return with more than a few new cuts and scrapes, but he had always returned stronger and wiser than when he left. She fully trusted that he wasn't going to go out and get himself killed. The young Hylian male could only let a small chuckle out as his right eye quickly spun down to look at Malory. The golden orb that replaced his once piercing red eye would focus on Malory for a moment before turning back to the path ahead of them. "Sorry. We had a lot of traveling to do for the last mission. I had to meet up with everyone at Nabooru to escort a merchant to Castle Town and back." Stopping Samanosuke would pull Malory to him and wrap his arms around her. "You should know by now that no other woman is going to be able to sway me from you." The young Hylian female would blush and pull away from Samanosuke before starting down the road again. Her pace was faster than normal in an attempt to stay ahead of him so that he couldn't see her blushing or the large smile she had on her face. "I... I know that but I still worry." Malory would stop abruptly and quickly turn to face Samanosuke with a piece of paper in her hand. "So have you wrote you list yet?" Samanosuke had picked up his pace just enough to keep up with Malory without falling behind or truly catching up to her. He was only a few steps behind and almost trampled her as she stopped and turned to face him. Shyly the boy would pull a piece of paper from his pocket and hold it up. "I have indeed." Malory would quickly reach out for the piece of paper but Samanosuke would hold it up out of her reach. "THAT'S NOT FAIR! I SHOWED YOU MINE!" The Hylian girl turned away from Samanosuke and began to walk off once more. "Fine. Keep your secrets." Letting out a sigh the samurai would tuck his list back into his pocket as he started after her once again. "Did you stop to think that maybe my list is only comprised of things that I'm trying to get for you? Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise after all." While he did have one item on his list intended for her if he got it, it was mostly a list of items he wanted to help him on missions that he hadn't been able to afford yet. His list comprised of an adventure pouch, muscle band, power bracelet, and he had originally asked for a ring of deuce as well but crossed it out and scribbled a small note next to it. The last item on his list was a fancy necklace for Malory. Before Malory could answer a Wolfos could be heard howling in the distance it was getting late. "Besides it's already late and I have a mission tomorrow. Let's not end the night with a fight." Malory had already been heading back to the inn that the both stayed at. "Goodnight." That was all Malory said as she stormed into the inn and off to her room. She was upset and Samanosuke knew he'd have to do something special to make it up to her. As Samanosuke walked into the inn the first sight he was greeted with was Vargus, the inn keep, looking down and shaking his head. "You done messed up. Better get her something nice when you get paid on this next mission o' yours." Letting out a laugh Vargus would move from behind the bar and head into the kitchen. "Just make sure you come back to us!" The young Hylian would just nod his head as he headed for the stairs. "I know. I know. I don't need you to point it out to everyone either. Not that they couldn't already tell anyway." Heading up the stairs Samanosuke would head into his room and pull out his list once more. Cracking his window he would slip the folded up piece of paper under it and close the window. The paper was flapping about outside, but didn't seem as if it was going to go anywhere. Malory never did get around to telling him what he was supposed to do with the list after he wrote it so he hoped that the Holiday Moblin would see it there. Laying down in the bed the young Hylian would fall asleep rather quickly. It wasn't long after he fell asleep that the wind would pick up and his list would be pulled out from under the window and take off with the winds. Hopefully the list still managed to find it's way to the Holiday Moblin somehow. Samanosuke's List (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Samanosuke's List (open) Samanosuke's List (close) Adventure Pouch. Muscle Band. Power Bracelet. Ring of Deuce If only... A fancy necklace for Malory.
The hustle and bustle of Castle Town doesn't die down regardless of the weather or the season. Its for this reason that Cyrus always returns to the busy city. Unfortunately there was something different happening today. It wasn't fancy jewels and excess rupees in their pockets today but rather note after note from their kids to the holiday moblin. After pulling the tenth letter from someones pocket the young thief's expression would change from optimistic to upset. With a sigh and a scowl on his face he would leave the market place and return to his masters hideout for the day. Growing up his master never told him anything about the holiday moblin. Maybe he didn't believe in it or maybe he just hadn't wanted to fill the boys head with dreams of free treasures once a year instead teaching him to take what he wants whenever he wants. That said in the past few years since he had been away from his master he had seen both parent and child alike receive something each year from this holiday moblin. Looking down at the letters he now held in his hand the young boy started to feel bad. Here he held the wishes of so many kids younger than he was. These weren't the letters wrote by some nobles trying to increase their wealth with free things but those that didn't have the means to get these things on their own. Taking a rupee or two from them wouldn't have bothered him, but letters asking for a handful of toys and gifts doesn't sit right with him. He had toyed with the idea of writing a letter last year and had even asked a few questions about what he was supposed to do with the letter after he had wrote it. Of course if he was going to make sure that these letters got to the holiday moblin, certainly there wouldn't be any harm if he wrote one himself and slipped it in right? It was already late so the young thief would quickly scribble down a note to the holiday moblin and slip in in the middle of the stack before tucking them all under his window and heading to bed. Even if I wake up to nothing new, it's not like I wasted any time or effort on that letter. Cyrus's Letter (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Cyrus's Letter (open) Cyrus's Letter (close) Dear Holiday Moblin, I'm not even sure if this letter is going to find its way to you but I figured that there would be no harm in writing to you this year. You know, just to make sure you got the other letters that were with this one. There isn't really much I want that I can't get for myself, but if you find yourself feeling generous I could always use some more rupees, or something to sell for rupees, or even a new treasure to help me steal rupees. I've been trying to find a Poe Clock for awhile now, but haven't had any luck finding one of those yet. Not that I'm asking for one, I was just saying. Cyrus
Eve crawled out of her dirt hole that night. There was fresh snow on the ground. "It's time!" she yelled, her voice echoing into the distance because she was so pathetically alone. She had some vague memories of getting pelted with metal gift boxes. But it was no matter. She was as greedy as ever, and hoped the Holiday Moblin would remember her target-like face this year. Such a punchable face. Evelyn shuffled through her fanny pack. Deep at the bottom, in the corner of the adventure pouch was a hefty load of Crayons. She found the waxy sticks with the colors she liked the most. Purple, orange, brown, probably blue, and green. Her mind wasn't consistent enough to remember which colors were really her favorite. She started to make a list. "What in the crannies of Din would Mister Julius use? He makes good weapons." she said aloud. Her voice like a crackly midi file. She smattered her feet through the snow as she scribbled on a long roll of parchment. It was entirely illegible but that wasn't the point. She worked her way along the rickety fence of a farm field. Cattle mooed from nearby, the poor wooden fence seemingly enchanted so they wouldn't flee. Eve touched the fence. . . a large spark of lightning blasted her off her feet. No wonder the cows didn't escape. Her parchment went up in flames. She struggled through her pack for a fresh scroll. It was then that she made her special list to the red jolly man. Eve's list (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Eve's list (open) Eve's list (close) Oh misTer mobliN, with your feet so hairy. It is clear to all children that you are too scary. With your many beasts in the Snow bLight, shine on Hyrule your big red light. I want some deSenium for a new hammer. Even with your generosity it is clear you're a scammer. If my wishes cOme true, in your beard is NullroCk. With my crayons in hand I will open my sock. Here in the fields it is now truly winter. If you become hurt sir I wiLl pull out your splinter. "Hahaha I filled it with rhymes he's a sucker for those." she giggled, putting her gnarly crayons away. But not before chewing on one for a snack. There was no tea and biscuits out in the snow.
Julius was deep in thought; he could have nearly anything he wanted, thanks to how his smithing business was turned out, so what more could he want? He thought, if only I had some new tools... some new materials... But what material had he already not lain his hands on? Once again, he was stumped; but not for reasons you'd believe. He lay awake deep into the night; thinking about nothing, but this. At last, he decided to retire to bed; not out of boredom, but out of lack of it. "Whatever he brings me, I will be sure to enjoy," Julius murmured, as he drifted to sleep.
Ba-humbug. Rika scowled at the sight before him. In one corner of the living room of the multi-floored tree house he called his home, a lithe, Kokiri girl- the one known as Viole, - rest laid back in a soft, padded long bed-like chair. In one hand, she held some kind of novel or tome, her eyes casually scanning across its pages without diligent concern for its contents. Her other hand, without taking her eyes off the book, would occasionally reach over to a mug to her side, comforting steam rising from its top. She would take a cursory sip from its contents- a dark-brown liquid emitting a sweet, chocolate-y odor, which was strong enough for Rika to smell even with the distance between them, - before placing it back on the small stool it rested. Then, her hand would reach down towards the ground, to gently rub the bulbous belly of the overturned, handsome, adventurous, brave, well-loved, mustachio'd pink Octorok hero, Wollo. A pleasant smile rest on the dozing Octorok, who seemed to be wrestling with slumber. A true, relaxing reward for the unsung hero. In the other corner was the other Kokiri girl, Bapi. In complete contrast to the relaxed, more dignified demeanor of Viole, Bapi, her clothes tattered and dirtied from whatever reckless play she had been doing earlier that day, was far more active. Rather than lying back, she sat in a wide chair somewhat akin to a rocking chair. In her hands she gripped a slingshot, taking aim at various things scattered across Rika's domain- vases, books, Rika, - before unleashing an empty pocket. It was something Rika could tell even without a glance, as every so often he would hear the flapping of rubber as the pocket was launched forward through the sturdy wooden branches making up the base Y shape of the slingshot. Her feet were kicked up, resting on top of the shelf of a nearby bookshelf, which had conveniently been cleared of books at the exact location her feet were resting. Unrelated, there were a pile of books haphazardly thrown in a pile on the ground directly below where her feet rested. Somewhere in-between all that, four Mad Scrubs were scattered about, off tune and out of sync holiday tunes and hymns elicited from their mouths. They would make a mistake, reconvene with one-another, then make yet another attempt. Resting towards the center of the room was a roaring fire, warming the room to a cozy temperature. The magically enchanted flames did well to provide heat for the entire tree house, while burning off of magical energy instead of any material substance- luckily preventing the house, and likely subsequently the entire forest, from bursting into flames. It was all pissing Rika off. Sure, he had returned to the Kokiri Village during holiday times, but it was for completely unrelated reasons. Instead, not only had the Kokiri duo chose to spend their time taking up residence in his house while he was visiting- along with the Mad Scrubs, who had essentially moved in at this point, - but he was being pushed to engage in all sorts of holiday activities. 'Rika, come build a Gorman with us', 'Rika, come use your magic to help the fairies set up light decorations', 'Rika, come sing holiday carols with us', 'Rika, here's some holiday hot chocolate'. Well, the last one was not so bad. But regardless, he was constantly having the holiday festivities pushed upon him, something he loathed. Worst of all, however, was something all Kokiri in the village loved to do. It was the letters. The absolute persistence of writing those confounded letters to the Holiday Moblin was what drove Rika up the wall more than anything. There was no purpose to writing to that old codger- Rika never received a gift from him, and he would not want it even if he did. He'd rather shoot down that fat-bearded fool's sled and have him land straight in Ganon's bathroom. While Ganon was in the shower. Finally, Rika had enough. "Will you fools stop that persistent choiring? You are plants, not canaries, so shut it." He barked at the Mad Scrubs, who instantly froze in place, calling out in unison, "Y-Yes sir, yes sir commander! No more singing from u-" "I said shut it." He snapped. Bapi called out to him, grin on her face. "Who shoved a Deku Stick up your-" "And you, you insufferable bitch. Get your feet off my bookshelf and put my books back where they were. I know you cannot read, but those are valuable texts." Rika growled at the Kokiri, who jumped up, ready to scrap. "What did you-" She snarled, but Rika bit back before she could respond. "And stop that snapping of the slingshot- practice all you like, you will not hit anything anyway." "I'll show you what I can hit, ass-" Bapi moved to confront Rika, but was stopped by the call of a voice. "You guys, stop!" It was Viole, who was glaring at the duo. Bapi stopped her approach, but still kept up what she believed to be an intimidating front. Rika said nothing, but shot glares between the two Kokiri. "This is not a time to fight, you two. It is a time for happiness and love, between family!" She preached, though Rika spat out, "And that is what this is?" ". . . We Kokiri are family, Rika." Rika rolled his eyes at the gesture, but said nothing, so she continued, "I know the holidays aren't your favorite time, Rika, but if you give us a chance, we can show you-" "Not interested." He curtly replied. She tried to plead with him. "But Rika, if you got some kind of gift, I think-" "What, from that holiday buffoon? You other Kokiri may play his game, writing your fun little letters, but I do not need his handouts. I have received a fair assortment on my own and I will continue to do so. Without. Him. And if you are going to write to him, I will have no part." He spat out, before storming out of his own house for some reason. ". . . But I had a gift for you. . . " Viole mumbled, before Bapi shrugged. "What a dumbass, right? Haha. . ." She laughed, but the atmosphere in the room had turned sour, and no one followed suit. "But I can't believe Rika hates the holidays that much. Perhaps the Hylians celebrate it differently. . . " Viole pondered. Then, an idea struck. "Wollo!" She cried out to the Octorok, who had been masterfully displaying his patented 'lay-down-and-pretend-to-play-dead-whenever-Rika-gets-into-any-modicum-of-a-fight-which-is-every-day' technique. It worked every time. "Uhh. . ." The Octorok flailed his legs in a feeble attempt to roll onto his belly, but after a few moments of unsuccessful struggle, Viole helped roll him to his side. "Do you have any idea why Rika is this. . ." She struggled for the words, which Bapi filled. "Dickish?" "Well. . . that works, I guess. Rika isn't always the, well, gentlest, but he seems especially on edge now. I was hoping with the holidays he would cheer up and open up for a change. . . " Viole pondered. "Haa, he seems the same to me." Bapi interjected. That was because Rika did not like her, so his behavior towards her really was unchanged. "Either way, do you have any idea why, Wollo?" Viole inquired to the Octorok, who began to think, the many, many cogs of his brilliant mind turning to form what was certain to be a complex and guaranteed conclusion. "Uhh. . . Rika don't like snow day." He sagely bestowed upon the others. "Always, holiday friend give Wollo gift, but Rika never get gift. So Rika hate Moblin holiday man. Uhh. . ." Wollo seemed to think for a moment. "Wollo give gift from Moblin sandy to Rika, but think Rika doesn't like because not his. Wollo want to write letter about Rika, but don't know how to hold..." The Octorok frowned. If he could not write letters, how did he receive presents every year from the Holiday Moblin, Bapi wondered. "That's it, Wollo! You can write a letter to the Holiday Moblin for Rika!" Viole exclaimed, a spark of inspiration striking her. "Uhh. . ." "I'll write the letter for you, just tell me what you want to say, okay?" "Uhh. . . ok." And so, the duo- with mild interjections from Bapi, - began crafting the ultimate letter, a request to the holiday moblin for a gift for Rika. It was a long and arduous task, and many lives were lost. Many Mad Scrubs were told to go away, and to stop trying to get involved and add the gifts they wanted to the letter. Many books were thrown onto the ground. And most importantly, friends were able to rejoice and bond over doing something nice for another. Because that was what the holidays were all about. And that was how Wollo saved Kidsmas. Letter to Holiday Moblin (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Letter to Holiday Moblin (open) Letter to Holiday Moblin (close) (Because I cannot represent handwriting, different colors will be used to represent different handwriting. Yellow is Viole, pink is Wollo(Written by Viole, but in a different manner so the Holiday Moblin can distinguish), and purple is Bapi. Strikethrough text was scratched out .) Uhh.... hello. This is Wollo. Uhh. . . thank you. Holiday Moblin Sandy always give Wollo many gift. Very nice friend. Uhh... but today, Wollo not want gift. Can sandy mobman give gift to friend Rika instead? Never get gift, so friend sad. Wollo don't like sad friend. Rika like uh.... smart thing. And fighting. Beat many monster. Very strong. Always protect Wollo, so kind. kind of stupid, that is So uhh.... Can holiday friendblin get Rika smart strong gift? Like uhh.... (A smart thing like. . . I read about this staff, called the Staff of Echoes! It seems like a smart thing! That would be perfect for Rika, Mr. Holiday Moblin! I think a good gift would cheer him up and help him appreciate the holidays more, if you can find it in your heart to gift him something like that :) ) Uhh.... ok. Wollo like idea. Thank you friend. Always nice holiday.
The winter was no good for Dee’s plants. The Kokiri spent most days near the fireplace, trying to keep it warm enough for her plants in the chilly weather. She’d caught one of them frosting over when she’d fallen asleep by the hearth yesterday, and since then she’d been vigilantly attending the flames to preserve each of the flora she cultivated here. It was...boring. And kinda lonely. But mostly boring. Gomgossa was good enough conversation - its habit of snapping after every sentence meant it was always reacting where it needed to, and that was really as good a gossip buddy as she needed. She’d all but run out of things to entertain herself, though. She’d snapped her kukri sparring a wall two days ago, had run out of parchments to draw on, had completed every half-done page in her botany journal. They were all glossily inked in, covered in thin varnish to defend from wear. It was terribly frustrating. She’d thought herself well prepared for the lows of winter but now she was just annoyed at all the stupid Hylians who wouldn’t bring her any cases to work on. Was it too cold for crime? Everything here was done. She tucked her feet up under herself, taking off her glasses and folding them in half with a yawn. At least the fire was keeping her warm too. “Should I write a letter?” she asked Gomgossa. The Baba snapped its teeth. “Yeah, I thought so too,” she said, leaning back and looking at the ceiling boredly. She was sleepy. But the fire could only go so many hours untended and she wasn’t quite ready to clock out until dawn yet. She eventually stood, the wooden boarding under her bare toes cooler the further she strayed from the fireplace. She usually didn’t take pages out of her botany journal, but she’d used up all her parchments drawing, so she was left with no choice but to tear a page out of the leather book. She leaned the page against the table and dipped her quill in the emptying inkwell, before pausing. What should she ask for? It was probably silly to still believe in the Holiday Moblin, but Dee thought it perfectly logical. The gifts came from somewhere after all. What was so fantastical about it? Biting her lip, Dee scratched out some words before blowing gently on the ink to dry it, putting down the quill. When she could touch her words without smudging them she folded the paper into a bird and corked her inkwell, wandering back to the fireplace and quickly tossing it upwards. The warm air from the chimney collected under the wide wings of the little paper bird and bore it upwards, flying away with her wish written on it. She settled back into her armchair, sleepy eyes drooping closed. The fire would be warm until dawn. Deanna’s List (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Deanna’s List (open) Deanna’s List (close) To the Holiday Moblin, May I have a book to read? I’ve finished all the ones I own. Thank you. -Deanna The water Yuku slept in was frigid. The top of the creek was mostly frozen; she’d had to bash open a large enough hole to fit through with the back end of her halberd to be able to fit into the water. It was cold down here, and she felt the shame of sleeping in the open as keenly as she had the first time, and every time since. She didn’t dare open her children’s tank; their water was still warm, free of biting shards of frost. She’d buried it in the riverbed beside her before she scraped herself a hollow to nestle into, wrapping her belt around her ankle so that no current or thief could take her bags. The children were growing. Maku had all five fingers now, and Taku wasn’t too far behind, with three. And Saku had legs now. She almost dreaded the day their mindless, happy babbling started to make proper sense. Even now it was bordering on almost sounding like speech, only just indecipherable. It scared her, really. She was still nowhere near fit to be a mother, nor a teacher to her children. What did she have to offer them besides her music and her halberd? She feared for the time when they would ask more from her than simply food and care. When they were old enough that she would have to guide them by heart and mind, rather than by stomach and cleanliness. It occurred to her as she lay, sleepless in the freezing temperatures, that it was holiday time. And holiday time meant the serendipitous occurrences that seemed so suspicious. Yuku attributed it to the Goddess, really. Nayru had blessed her with things she had not known she would need until they became indescribably useful. The children in the Domain liked to write letters, she remembered, blinking sore eyes against the current. A prayer of sorts, she supposed. Was a sinner like herself beyond asking something of the Goddess? She wasn’t beyond receiving the merciful gifts, she supposed. Maybe it was worth a prayer. Sitting up, Yuku reached for her pouch. Prayers in writing felt like a harkening to the years not yet long gone by; it was only a few dozen turns of the moon since she herself had ceased letters to the goofy Holiday spirits. She withdrew her Drift Quill, the gift she had received a year ago, and began to write on the water as she murmured her prayer. The current took her words downstream as she packed her quill neatly away, tying the bags once again to her ankle and checking on the children. Taku looked a little green - not just in scale colour, but in complexion. She hoped he did not become ill. It was too cold for the children, especially since they were too young for clothing. Yuku snapped her fingers, the sparkflame not forming below the water but the ripple of heat ensuing. She did it again, and again, the sound of the snapping eventually fading with the clumsy motion, but the water around her children’s tank was warmed again, and they settled. If only she could warm a larger area for herself. Resting her head on the muddy riverbed, Yuku looked up at the slush forming on the creek’s surface above her, and eventually she fell asleep. Yuku’s Prayer (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Yuku’s Prayer (open) Yuku’s Prayer (close) I pray for your blessing; for clothing to keep me safe and warmed in the winter months so that I may stave off the chill’s sickness. I pray for the strength to keep my children safe in strife; to be able to defend them when the worst happens, as it has so often in this violent, monster-filled land. Beyond warm clothing and the blessing of my ability, I can ask only that the year ahead be fortunate. Please grant me these things, in spite of my unworthiness. Thank you.
Somewhere, on the edge of a small village, a small lamp shone through the slats of a barn. Inside, shadows shifted as a Twili emerged from them, settling himself in a pile of straw. The barn’s owners had no inkling of their guest, having long since gone to sleep. And Fion would be long gone before they awoke again. He was idly tracing patterns into the dust with the tip of his dowsing rod, recalling something Triton had explained to him before. Every winter, when the world went white and the cold was at its worst, people would write letters. Letters of what they wished for most, and they would send them to a being known as the ‘Holiday Moblin’. Fion could not quite wrap his head around the idea of an obese monster flying through the skies and delivering gifts to so many people it did not know personally. But then again, there were many things in Hyrule he could not quite wrap his head around. The Twili hummed thoughtfully. What did he want? As always, a safe place to sleep and food, but that did not quite feel like what Triton had meant. The dowsing rod continued its path through the dust, leaving behind a complicated pattern of arcane symbols. Something he wished for most, something he wanted more than anything in the world. The tip stopped, drawing a sharp end to a line. Could the Moblin read Twilit? Fion blinked. Could it read at all? Did it even matter? According to Triton, messages always just simply ‘found their way’ to him, whatever that meant. Even if they were not written on paper? If he ever met the Zora mage again, he had a million questions about this jolly but strangely well-informed fellow. Slowly, the dowsing rod moved again. But this time, not in idle patterns, but with purpose, writing out the letters. Fion’s list was short. In fact, it only read a single word. ‘HOME’ But it was what he wished for most. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the Holiday Moblin usually being associated with wintry scenes and cosily-dressed families huddling up to bonfires, even in hot and dusty Ikana there were little boys and girls that believed in the obese alcoholic monster. Or well, in this case, a not-so-little boy. A single one. Morgan was sitting outside his hovel, perched on a rock in front of a crate. On said crate, laid out with the greatest care, as if it was made of gold, was a single, yellowed sheet of paper. And next to it, a single charred stick. Long ago, when his home had been a box in one of Darunia’s shadier backalleys, Locke had told him and Lamont about this tradition. Of the great big beast that soared through the skies in winter and brought gifts to good children. And every year, the younger two brothers had dilligently made a list on whatever material they could find. A scrap of bandages, a lost leaflet, the wall of their own box-home. And almost every year, the Moblin had missed them. Had the box been too hard to find? Did the Moblin avoid Darunia? Had Morgan and Lamont not been good enough? Or did it have something to do with Locke being increasingly irritated and snappy every time the season rolled around? It was not important anymore, it was all in the past now. Morgan had traded his box for an actual stone hovel in Ikana’s very own canyon, with skeletons and ghosts for neighbours. Not much more talkative or charming than the rats in the backalley. But a change was a change. Except this, the writing of the letter, was tradition. As usual, Locke was not around, as the man was hundreds of miles away, and a dead tree had to stand in for Lamont, as he, too, was quite literally on the other side of the realm. But if Morgan just thought hard enough about them, it was almost like they were there with him. He bent himself over the paper, stopping as he realised something important. Could he even write? Who cared! Surely with the Moblin it was all about the feeling of the letter, right? Sure, he had practiced letters on his own, as the dead made for poor teachers, and most of Ikana’s signs were a combination of ‘danger’, ‘keep out’ and ‘certain doom ahead’. But it counted for the basics. And so he set to work, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration as he reached into the depths of his penmanship to lay out his heart’s desire for the Moblin: New boots! A boomerang Stuff to make bombs traps I saw Horus do some cool kickflips against a cliff edge! Can I ask for non-thing things? Something SHINY
Steam lanced through the frigid air as the Lost Woods burned, driving animals, bandits, and Deku alike from their leafy homes. The venerable forest had found itself beset by a string of wildfires of late, and the simple folk of the nearby villages were at a loss to explain how such blazes could occur in the dead of winter. Was it the work of a monster? Or perhaps a minion of Ganon? Whatever the case, the fires could not be allowed to continue unabated, and so numerous adventurers and mercenaries were charged with hunting down the miscreant responsible. Yet those that returned had nothing to report, save one, who spoke of a woman with eyes of pure flame, lava dripping from her exposed veins as she swore a vow to incinerate every last snowflake in the name of Summer. Of course, his testimony was easily dismissed as the ramblings of a madman, for how could such a ridiculous creature exist? With that hoax debunked, the investigation continued, and for several weeks the hunt proved a futile endeavour. But on what was to be the eve of the Holiday Moblin's grand appearance, a cocksure party of sellswords stumbled upon a clue deep within the woods. In a clearing ravaged by (or perhaps created by) a truly dreadful inferno, a message had been left behind, scorched into the very crust of the earth in what was unmistakably Hylian script: 'MAKE THE PAIN STOP BURN IT ALL AWAY KAALDIRA'
In the past, Judith Vilcaron would have scoffed at the idea of writing a list for the Holiday Moblin, believing the activity to be nothing more than a whimsical distraction for children. But, having tasted the bounty of his benevolence once before, the young acolyte was now of a decidedly different mind. While she yet remained in the dark with regards to his true allegiances, she was certain that at the very least, he acted with the blessings of the Golden Goddesses, if not under Their direct commands. Taking her experiences to heart, Judith found herself seated at her desk, scribbling away at a letter to her obese benefactor. Still, the task of creating a list of her heart's desires was more difficult than she'd initially surmised. A priestess could not pursue personal luxury, after all- especially not when there was so much suffering in the world. But what could she ask for in good faith? What was within the Moblin's power to provide? He was no stranger to magical artifacts, if the Kinstones last time were any indicator... No. This was not a time to chase arcane power. This was supposed to be a season of cheer and mirth. Leave the blind ambition to Wizzrobes and Din-worshippers, she would keep it simple this year. Thus resolved, Judith's lip hardened as she set quill to parchment: 'Dear Holiday Moblin, I pray this missive finds you in good health this season, and may the blessings of Nayru be upon you. I want for very little in this world, so I ask that you instead ease the pain of those displaced by war. It is my wish that our fair realm of Hyrule move ever-closer to peace, and that those who remain true to the Goddesses are rewarded with happiness and prosperity. But, if tradition dictates that I must request something of material value for myself... Then I would like a season's worth of front row tickets to the performances of the Gerudo blade-dancers that frequent the fairs and traveling carnivals.' ... It wasn't a selfish request, she reminded herself. She would have acquired them anyway- Few could match her when it came to waking up in the wee hours of the morning to be at the front of the line. At least this way, she could spare herself unnecessary fatigue and frostbitten toes.
Even during the holidays, work never ended. For the typical civilian, winter festivities were a time to relax from their day-to-day jobs and spend time with their loved ones and rejuvenate themselves from their busy lives- not quite so for members of the Hylian guard. Acting as a guard was a duty important- so much so that general vacation time was something that was simply impossible, due to the nature of the job. Thus, even on the eve of winter's fun, Bell was patrolling the streets. It was- unfortunately, in most people's eyes, - not the most unproductive turn of shifts for her, however. The winter holidays tend to led to negligence or belligerence in the eyes of the people- sloppy brawls from drunken men who had gone a swig too far in their merriment, inattentive klutzes losing all manner of gifts, and poor with envy in their eyes and swiftly snatched gifts and purses in their clutches were far more common at this time of the year. So, Bell did not particularly mind, if it felt like she was helping to do good and keep order- though, it had been some time since she had seen her parents. It would be the first winter holiday she would have to spend without them. . . Bell's train of thought was broken by the soft, innocent call of a voice behind her. "Um. . . E-Excuse me, sir guardsman. . ." Bell turned to see a small boy, no greater than seven- no, six, padded knitwear decorating his body. Small puffs of steamed air escaped between his lips as he gawked at the guardswoman several times his size. Crouching down to further meet his level, Bell smiled at the boy. "How can I help you? Are you lost?" The boy jumped, his body tense. "A- U-um, sorry s-sir- I mean ma'am!" He nervously jittered in place. It was true- donned in helm and armor, it was more difficult to tell the gender of a guardsman, and more often than not they were male. Though a wrong assumption from the boy, it made sense why he would think so. "It's no problem." Bell reassured the boy. "What's your name?" "U-Um. . . Lin. . . " He bashfully gawked out. "Well, Lin, where are your parents?" "T-They're at home. . . " He replied. Bell took off her helm, to which the boy let out a sudden gasp at her holiday-themed chestnut colored hair. "Well Lin, my name is Bell. Do you need help finding your home?" She reaffirmed, to which the boy, seemingly invigorated after seeing her without her helm, shook his head more confidently. "N-No!" He said, before calming down. "Er, sorry. . . I-I just. . ." He stuttered, trailing off as his eyes glanced downward. That was when Bell noticed what he was looking at- in his hand, he gripped a sheet of paper, already partially marked. Given the time of the year, it was clear to Bell what it meant. "Ooh, what's that? Writing a letter?" She grinned. "Something for a girl, maybe?" She teased, though she had already guessed its true purpose. "N-Not a girl. . ." He turned bashful again. "A-Actually, it's a letter for the Holiday Moblin. . . but. . ." Bingo. All the kids these days were writing their hopes for toys and goodies to the Holiday Moblin. Bell's experiences hearing of him now were mostly negative- guardsman complaining about how a 'damned Moblin has gotten such prestige', and how 'they're risking their lives to exterminate those damn bastards but the people go and beg one for favor and coin'. It seemed a little jaded and judgmental to Bell- especially as the people it tended to come from had never actually met a Moblin in their life, - but she couldn't deny they had somewhat of a point. While she did not feel quite as strongly, the legitimacy of such a creature was questionable to her- after all, was a Moblin even capable of the intelligence required for such a role? Nonetheless, writing their wishes in hopes they would be answered made the people, kids and adults alike, fill to the brim with joy, so it was worth encouraging in her book. Thus, she would then encourage this boy. "That's wonderful! I remember writing letters to him when I was a kid!" She exclaimed. A small, white lie, of course- while her family never held any sort of crusade against any sort of Blin, as farmers, the last thing they wanted was anything that would draw the attention of a Blin, should the stories be real. The boy seemed to need encouragement, though. The boy didn't take his eyes off his paper. "But what's wrong?" She asked the obvious. "I. . . I dunna how to write. . . !!" The boy sadly exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes. Bell had to hold back a chuckle- not for any sort of mean spirited giggle at the boy's misfortune, but that this was a problem she could easily fix. "Did you ask your parents for help?" The boy shook his head. "I wanna do it myself. . . but it's too hard. . ." He whined. "I see. But when something is hard, we can't just give up, right? Instead, if something is too hard to do by yourself, you just have to accept the help of others! After all, doing things with your friends is more fun, right?" Bell preached like a Saturday morning cartoon. "And, we're friends now, so I can help you! After all, I am a Hyrulean guardsman, sworn to help the people!" The boy beamed at Bell's declaration, which would probably be extremely embarrassing around any adult. "T-Then, can you help, miss?!" The boy asked once more. Bell nodded. "Of course! Tell me what you want and I'll help show you how to write it!" She smiled, and together with the boy began teaching him how to write his letter. Truthfully, Bell was not super knowledgeable on how letters to the Holiday Moblin went, but they would figure it out- after all, how hard could it really be? Perhaps she would write one herself as well, then, considering she had the opportunity and excuse to do so. Adult though she may be, it was her first time, after all. Plus, she did have a wish, and perhaps the Holiday Moblin, should he in fact be real, could help make it come true. Bell's Letter (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Bell's Letter (open) Bell's Letter (close) Dear Holiday Moblin, I would like a beautiful flower and a day off to visit my parents. Thank you (The Deku emote represents a blue flower she drew in the actual letter)
One of the letters in the Holiday Moblin's bag is a little moist and written in a sloppy child's handwriting. And not even in Hylian- but rather, a modern Zoran script. Can the Holiday Moblin read Zoran? Who knows! But little Séline certainly believes so. Dear mister Holiday Moblin, Daddy says he and mommy are too old to write to you. Can you believe that? No one is too old for the Holiday Moblin, right? Anyway point is, I've been good allllll year, and so has my family. So I can ask you stuff for them, right? I want one of those pretty shell necklaces, one with little red and white shells and one big orange one! Daddy wants a new spear, his turtle wants a girlfriend, and mommy said she wanted a new set of armour. It's kinda sad that they want stuff for their work, isn't it? Mommy says it's important and we have enough stuff, but the holidays should be fun... Oh! But if you can only get something for one person per letter, please take a look at Unkie Triton. I know you don't really give magic gifts, but he's been so busy. I barely see him anymore and I really want him to get something nice! He likes magic 'trinkets,' whatever those are. And if mommy and daddy are asking for new weapons, then Unkie Triton should definitely learn big booming spells! The kind that can wipe out a bunch of Moblins in a second! Or maybe just something little and weird to get his mind off of everything that's kept him away? I don't really know, but you're the Holiday Moblin! You'll figure it out! Thank you so much for reading, though! Enjoy your eggnog, and see you next year! From Séline Another is of a much more elegant script, a short note that seems more like a prayer than a letter for the Holiday Moblin. Maybe it ended up in the wrong Weird Abnormal Powerful Creature's bag? To whom it may concern, I realise the folly of petitioning higher powers for aid. The fire that burns within me is a trial bestowed upon me by either the Goddess of Power or another being entirely, for reasons known only to them. But it is a trial I cannot overcome with my current means and methods. I cannot control it, no matter how I try. So please. Should this be seen by an entity with sufficient power, send me a sign. A spark of inspiration. A method, or means, to better control my fire so it will stop being a threat to myself and others. From Acolyte Lamia To those confused (Move your mouse to reveal the content) To those confused (open) To those confused (close) Séline is not a character on my roster; she's Triton's niece through his now-NPC twin sister Thria. I used her because Triton isn't the kind of guy to write to the holiday moblin, but the important part of her letter is the paragraph about him.
The glare of a candle filled the study with an acrid smell and a frail light, yet the lump of melted wax was all that could be counted on for light to write by. Another scribble marred the letters on the page, what could she write? Sayomi thought long and hard about her list: this wasn't another birthday list to a couple disinterested, if well-meaning, parents or a modest one to friends. The Holiday Moblin could seeming grant almost any wish, even if he was often too drunk, stupid or jolly to fill it exactly. Being surrounded by wealth in her childhood meant she wanted for little and as her lifestyle became more and more spartan she found herself wishing for less and less. Could she be vague? Happiness? What could that bring? She could wish for a date with a particular someone, but there were dozens of ways the Holiday Moblin could spoil that wish and any other such chance she had... A weapon? Obvious, but not a bad idea either. Any piece of clothing could lead to some interesting outcomes. Perhaps vagueness was the way to go, after all, even the Moblin's drunken stupor got the better of him she'd have an interesting story. Even better was if she could get a new party trick out of it. 'Well' Say thought, 'There's nothing else I trust him to get me'. Dear Mister Holiday Man Moblin I was hoping you could get me something unique, something no one else has. Actually, I want to be able to do something no one else can. Doing things like back-flips is fun, but a lot of my friends can do stuff like, I want to wow everyone with it! I know it's not the easiest wish to fill, but it'd be so fun! And I promise teach others to do it! Eventually! If you want me to! Anyway, I hope you can think of something to teach me, and a way to do it (I do like reading). Your Maybe-Soon Forever-Fan Sayomi Rei Oh! And a pet! I always wanted a pet but I was never allowed to have anything. If it could be big and kinda-cute but also scary and fly or run really fast or anything I'd treasure it forever! I can raise it and train it too! A Loftwing egg or something would be so cool!
The event is now officially closed! Thank you to everyone who wrote a post for it, they were all wonderful. The Holiday Moblin's gifts for everyone will be revealed and dolled out hopefully within the next few days.
And so another year had come, and the Holiday Moblin had given gifts- and then some! With the bellow of his voice and the chortle of his belly, it was almost as though he wasn’t too smelly. The presents delivered, there was a gift for many, though some may be miffed- they didn’t get any! So it is, the Holiday’s whim, that’s just what happens when you send a letter to him. So don’t get mad, and don’t pout, or next year, he’ll give you the gout. For good boys and girls all around Hyrule, took their new toys and celebrated like Lorule. So embrace your new gifts, whether gaudy or shoddy, and remember- IT’S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY! Kalvar (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Kalvar (open) Kalvar (close) A rickety sleigh above the sky thundered over the levy. In the forest 'neath the fort Kalvar's shoulders were heavy. Forest creatures shook the trees and the snow did fall. Sensing the Holiday Moblin intimidated them all! What came upon the Hylian's world-weary brow? Spied a pack up above of White Wolfos in tow. It wasn't clear what feelings the man had to show. For a package up above would slam down into the snow. His wishes would soon come into fruition. The box clearly labeled Kalvar sparked his inuition. Opening the box, he could see what it had. A big surprise, that could drive him mad. A scent of Wolfos urine came to gather his senses. String Shift swirled up his nostrils and into his brain essences. Kalvar receives: String Shift Areyal (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Areyal (open) Areyal (close) It was rings she needed, so the Holiday Moblin’s call Areyal heeded. The Holiday Moblin her sugary treats seemed to affect, for to her side he appeared to defect. When Areyal next awoke, across from her face a jeweled box spoke. A Holiday treat, that was what she would meet! When opened without sunder, she could gaze upon its wonder. Previously one ring she had received- now two, were she not being deceived. One purple and crinkly, the other green- and not so wrinkly. Resting above, a simple note- with a cursory glance, she could see what he wrote. “Ho ho ho!” The Holiday Moblin bellowed. “Try the Octo Ring!” His voice hadn’t mellowed. Though, Octo Ring it should be, there were two she could see. Both must be magic, she could presume- but which was which, she would have to assume. She would hope tragedy she would not meet, for the Holiday Moblin she had given a treat. Areyal receives: Octo Ring and Attitude Ring (Good luck figuring out which is which!) Samanosuke (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Samanosuke (open) Samanosuke (close) Samanosuke was in a romantic conundrum. His gift from the Moblin would probably decide whether he spent the next night "on the couch." But hailing from the sky off the hairy end of the Moblin was something more of a pouch. "ON CHANDLER! ON JOEY! ON ROSS AND ON PHOEBE! ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAY AND WITH PRESENTS COME CHEER! IF YOU TRY TO STOP ME I'LL STILL EAT COOKIES ALL YEAR!" the Moblin roared. His whimsy undercutting the suspense by a good measure. Falling haphazardly upon the street was the pouch in question. Upon opening it, and excitedly so, inside was a familiar ring! It was looking to be like the Ring of Deuce he wanted! But. . . it was shaped the wrong way. Huh? Although it was clear the bag that fell was an Adventure Pouch, it was a little harder to figure out what the ring was. Upon inspection, it was really a Snowshoe Ring. More importantly it looked like the Moblin really did include that fancy necklace! Score! It didn't smell bad or anything, but there was something suspicious about such an expensive necklace being intact in the bag. It was probably a good idea to wash it off before giving it to Malory. Samanosuke receives: Adventure Pouch and Snowshoe Ring Cyrus (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Cyrus (open) Cyrus (close) But oh, did the young thief wake up to something new. And what a rude awakening it was. Something whistled through the sky in the early hours of the morning, growing louder and louder and louder until something heavy crashed through the roof with an ear-shattering BANG! Right next to Cyrus, amidst a pile of shrapnel that had previously been part of the roof, stood a large anvil, neatly wrapped with a bow. Under said bow was a small package, the name on its torn tag barely legible. ‘-ius’? Did he read that right? The package was heavy, containing an assortment of… well, several materials, more fitting for a smith or other craftsman than a thief. But perhaps Cyrus might make use of them yet. Cyrus receives: Gripskin, Vapor Cloth, Glimmer Gold, and Detecting Dust Eve (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Eve (open) Eve (close) The Moblin squinted at Eve’s letter. Knowing just what she needed, in addition to her somewhat odd requests for Desenium and… Hellrock? Hullrock? He squinted even further. Oh. Nullrock was what it said. This only furthered his point of Evelyn, apparently, needing something to learn from. But what? He knew just what, is what. Conjuring up a heavy iron anvil, he dropped it right over her head. “HO!! HO!!! HOOOO!!!! ON DANCER, ON DONNER! ON PRANCER, ON CUPID!!! HO!! HO!!! HOOOO!!!!” He dropped the anvil right on her head. Following that, a special book would also soon pelt her in the head. Today, it seemed, was just not the day to be Eve. Eve receives: Desenium x2 and Book of Mudora Julius (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Julius (open) Julius (close) Hmm…. This was peculiar indeed. The present’s tag clearly read ‘Cyrus’. And yet, it had been under Julius’ pillow. In Julius’ house. The old guardsman had woken up to a lump under his pillow, finding a neatly wrapped present when he turned it over to look. But was it his present? Cyrus… Julius… Perhaps the Holiday Moblin was illiterate after all. Eager fingers unwrapped the gift, revealing a strange red pocket watch. In its glass, Julius could see the full extent of the Holiday Moblin’s generosity(?). Whoever had delivered the gift must’ve been a ‘blin of great artistic skill, for Julius was now sporting an impressive two-dimensional moustache. As well as some… rather crass images doodled over his cheeks. Perhaps it was for the best that his sleep-tousled hair covered up the text on his forehead. Julius receives: Poe Clock Rika (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Rika (open) Rika (close) Year after year, Wollo’s wish had been graciously granted by the deranged and obese creature flying through the winter skies. And this year was no different. The next morning, Bapi and Viole’s beds were covered in presents, and the dashing mustachioed hero would wake up to a beautifully wrapped present in front of him, its tag reading ‘Wollo’ in an elaborate script. It was a long thin package, not quite unlike a stick. Looking over to his Kokiri friend, Wollo would see that once again, the Moblin had passed him over. Did it have a personal vendetta? Was it blind? Was Rika on the naughty list? There were plenty of mysteries the Octorock could break its brains over. And perhaps, if Wollo was quick, he could take the tag off and put it on Rika’s bed... Rika Wollo receives: Staff of Tremors + Staff of Echoes Augment Deanna (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Deanna (open) Deanna (close) On Holiday’s morn, Deanna’s slumber was broken. A book had fallen from her chimney. And another. In mere moments, countless tomes and literature had sprawled out onto her floor like a flood, and there was little sign of stopping. Scrambling to do something- anything- to fix the suddenly book tornado, Dee was smacked square in the face by a particularly large book. Falling to the ground, Dee’s eyes would open to reveal, now opened mid-page on her face, what appeared to be some sort of paper mache for a kid’s mask. To her side, another book had fallen open- revealing a hollowed-out core with a burning candle inside- somehow the book had not burst into flames. If Dee took the time to search the ocean of books she had received, she would feel magical energy emanating from one- one that seemed comprised of all languages. Finally, if she crafted the mask she had seen in the book, it would seem to magically spring to form, taking on a sturdier, yet horrifying appearance. With all the books she had received, they were all perfect tools for doing some heavy reading. Dee receives: All-Night Mask, Red Candle, and Book of Mudora Yuku (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Yuku (open) Yuku (close) The unconscious Miniblin had been festively dressed, Yuku noted. And carrying an absolutely loaded sack. It had crashed against the ice that morning, leaving the contents of its sack spread out across the ice. Shard of broken ice mixed with shards of broken glass from the many bottles that had been inside, though one glass vial had remained untouched, its fall having been cushioned by a pack of diapers. Amidst the glassy ice and icy glass, one thing stood out. A book. ‘HOW TO TRAIN YOUR MINIBLIN: VOLUME 5 - PUTTING YOUR BLIN TO BED’ It detailed various ways of putting unruly Miniblins to bed, ranging from a simple lullaby to alcohol to hammers and to an all-out battle of wills. And several foreign techniques that could put it to sleep by simply touching it. Tucked in the back was a crumpled leaflet for kicking an alcohol habit, swapping it out for pure, clean water and way to obtain said pure, clean water. Perhaps it was something she could apply to the tank when needed? Yuku receives: Drowse, Vial of Winds, and Pure Water Fion (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Fion (open) Fion (close) The great and jolly Moblin flew high above the place where Fion was nested. Sipping from his flask, he wondered idly, What is that boy doing? Soon enough, he realized what he was writing: HOME. Feeling bad for the boy, he conjured up a small box, containing two things: first, gloves. These would be useful, he thought, for someone down on his luck… which it seemed the boy was. Then, boots. A special kind of boots, in fact, ones that allowed you to travel to places quickly-- after all, where was home but where the heart was? He dropped the gift, soon to be opened, the tag containing only a small description: ‘BOY.’ Fion receives: Pegasus Boots and Snowball Glove Morgan (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Morgan (open) Morgan (close) Did the Holiday Moblin visit Ikana? Do the monstrous creatures making up its residents resent the Holiday Moblin for his general spread of chaos and infamous nature giving their kind a bad name? Probably. Either way, Morgan got a gift, as resting outside of his hovel was a small, golden crate, coming to about Morgan’s waist. Written on the top was a nametag, stating, “For Morzxgan! HO HO OH!” It seemed the Holiday Moblin had been drinking too much egg nog, and the Miniblins begged him not to go deliver presents- but he never listened, not when he forgot his medication. The crate opened easily enough, but as soon as its top was popped open, a burst of golden dust exploded from its insides, coating Morgan in his entirely. Try as he might, this would not come off- his entire being, and all his possessions, were shiny and golden. Inside the crate were a pair of golden, steel boots- which weighed an astronomical amount, and a shiny golden boomerang. Sooner or later, the gold would fade, and things would return to their original, un-lustrous states. However, Morgan now had the knowledge of how to impart this shiny, golden effect onto anything he wanted- now everything was theoretically shiny. Morgan receives: Fairy Gold, Iron Boots, and Boomerang Kaaldira (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Kaaldira (open) Kaaldira (close) Fist buried in a tree, Kaaldira’s rampage was suddenly interrupted as a vicious, intensely hot- even to Kaaldira in sensation, though not in an unpleasant or painful manner, - beam of flames shot down from the heavens almost instantaneously, enveloping the volcanic being entirely in its light. Her searing flames receded to her body, if only for a moment, before the light faded. The sensation had caused her hand to remove itself from the tree- if she tried to move it next, a sudden beam of intense flames would shoot out, traveling a great distance forward until its collision. However, perhaps to her disappointment, despite the feeling of heat it let off, it seemed to do no real damage. Instead, if a being were to be struck, they would find their body purified, cleansed of most ailments. Additionally, at her feet was something that once was not- a bottle, with a flickering blue ember inside its corked screw. Though the bottle seemed fine to grasp, direct contact with this flame would seem unbelievably cold to Kaaldira, a far-cry from the fire she was accustomed to. Kaaldira receives: Purify and Blue Fire Judith (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Judith (open) Judith (close) When Judith awoke the next morning and went to check her daily missive from the Cult of Nayru, she found another document added to its ranks, puffed at the bottom as if something thick and solid had been improperly placed inside. Drawing its contents, the first thing Judith would see was a 3-page pamphlet. The first page, in bold letters, was titled, “CONQUER the dance field! Show them your inner DRAGON! Bring out the FURY in your feet!” Directly below were attachments of photos, taken of several, scantily-clad Gerudo mid-dance. The further pages would reveal step-by-step instructions on how to learn their coveted entrancing dance, with Gerudo in questionably appropriate poses at each step to guide the process. Should she dare look further, stuffed further within the packet was a single yellow rupee, exactly the price for five visits to the Gerudo blade-dancers. Enjoy the show. Judith receives: Captivating Dance and 10 Rupees Bell (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Bell (open) Bell (close) Looking at her letter, he felt a good deal of sympathies for her. Was sympathies the right word? He didn’t care; he was too drunk to care by now, but he did hear her plea. Hmmm, what gift could I give her? The Moblin thought; and he thought some more, and some more, some more. Then, scratching his head, he figured magically endowing her with Envine, but with especially pretty flowers, would work. As for her request for time off... While he couldn’t do anything like that, he figured he could, at the very least, give her a way to communicate with them whenever she wanted. With that, he conjured up a package, and soon dropped it below. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! HO!!! HO!!!! HOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Bell receives: Envine and Commshell x2 Triton (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Triton (open) Triton (close) The large woven basket had been delivered to Triton’s rooms in the dead of night, but its contents were all but for him… Despite every single item being labelled with his name. It had contained a lovely ruffled dress, shoes several sizes too big, a childish bracelet several sizes too small (but with a lovely giant shell tied to it) and… another package. Said package contained a bottle of wine, a bouquet of now-dead roses, and a guide on how to build…. snowmen? Snowturtles? Whoever had drawn the guide did not have much of any artistic talent. Nor any good taste judging by how they thought of snowmen as romantic partners. This was definitely not something fit for little Séline’s eyes. But Triton? Perhaps he could make something of the snowmen, after all. Purely for scientific purposes, yes. Triton receives: Summon Chilfos and Commshell Lamia (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Lamia (open) Lamia (close) Burning shreds of paper fell to the ground, not unlike snowflakes. If snowflakes were on fire. The blast coming from the present had been an intense one, as Lamia could attest to, having taken the full brunt of it. The ends of her singed hair were still smoldering as she reached to pinch out a particularly hardy flame. Was this the ‘spark’ she asked for? The sack had seemed such an innocent present, perhaps slightly oily and reeking of alcohol, but a present nonetheless. That is, until she opened it and it exploded in her face. Whether there had been more inside, she could not tell, as all that remained of the present was its surprisingly sturdy leather shell. A single note gently drifted down from the sky, its edges singed from the blast. It landed in Lamia’s waiting hands, displaying only two lines of text. An address of a temple in Lon Lon Ranch…? Lamia receives: Slicker, Spark, and 5 Rupees Sayomi (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Sayomi (open) Sayomi (close) Sayomi awoke to the eager hopes that something unique would happen- that the Holiday Moblin would grant her wishes. So, perhaps it was to her dismay that all she saw was a single letter on her windowsill. Taking a read, it ordered “Look down and enjoy! Ho HO HO!” Directly in front of her feet was none other than a sparkling, gold rupee. Nothing unique, per say, but who would turn down something so valuable? Plus, a letter given by the Holiday Moblin was something rather special. However, as she picked it up, something. . .different than expected happened. The rupee rose with her hand, and a colossal, slimy monster shot out, enveloping her. It squeezed and choked her, mucus, slime, and other, far more disgusting and vile-smelling matter spewing across her room. This went on for a few moments before the beast seemed to vanish, leaving Sayomi with a horribly filthy room that smelled like a toilet. Should she ever desire to put someone else through such a horrible experience, she suddenly found herself with the innate knowledge of how to summon this horrific monster at any time. What a unique gift. Sayomi receives: Summon Like-Like and Augment: Lure-Like (Please be sure to update your profiles with your gifts. If you want to, you can post a reply or reaction to your gift either here as a reply to this post or in a new thread in the appropriate location for your character. Thank you for participating!)
