Zelda of Zed
Journeyman
For nineteen years, (on and off) Zelda of Zed ruled over The princessipality of Zedland, a kingdom she had built from nothing. The land stretched across rolling emerald fields and dense, misty forests, nestled near the eerie shores of Gravewater Lake—a place whispered to be cursed. The lake’s waters shimmered black under the moonlight, hiding secrets as old and wicked as Malas itself.
Zelda stood on the balcony of her four-story home with her pet pig Elvis, the highest point in Zedland, overlooking the kingdom she had built. So many memories lived within these walls—Zedland's World Famous Auctions, where rare artifacts exchanged hands; Grand Events, where the finest of UO gathered; and laughter, echoing through the halls as friends and allies celebrated victories and peace. There could even be a little Syn there as well. But tonight, the frigid wind carried something else—a chill, a whisper from Gravewater Lake. The mist rising from its surface was thicker than ever before, and before Zelda knew it, the dense fog began to engulf the land.
Something was coming.
Zelda stood on the balcony of her four-story home with her pet pig Elvis, the highest point in Zedland, overlooking the kingdom she had built. So many memories lived within these walls—Zedland's World Famous Auctions, where rare artifacts exchanged hands; Grand Events, where the finest of UO gathered; and laughter, echoing through the halls as friends and allies celebrated victories and peace. There could even be a little Syn there as well. But tonight, the frigid wind carried something else—a chill, a whisper from Gravewater Lake. The mist rising from its surface was thicker than ever before, and before Zelda knew it, the dense fog began to engulf the land.
Something was coming.