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"Now, really, is this entirely necessary?" Edward asked of the Hyrulian guard. He was speaking, of course, of the spear lodged in his chest.

"Um... well... You're a poe."

"And why, pray tell, does my being a poe necessitate this?" he said, once again indicating the spear.

"Because Poes are evil!" The guard responded.

Edward thought about this for a moment.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

He then drew his rapier with blinding speed and plucked out both of the guards eyeballs. He fell to the ground screaming and clutching the empty sockets.

Edward flicked the eyes off the end of his rapier and wiped the humor off on the guard's clothes.

"Now," he said sternly, as if to a child, "tell me where the rebel base is."

Before the guard could say anything he stabbed him in the throat with his own spear.

"See how it feels to be rudely interrupted? Think about that the next time you want to cut somebody off."

He floated off in the direction of the town as the guard lay there dying.

Edward paused a moment when he heard a rustle in the nearby foliage. Wary of being followed, he went invisible and moved towards the direction of the sound. His hands parted the leaves inches in front of the young sheikah's face, mere moments away from exposing him.

However, before he could unveil his silent stalker he was tapped on the shoulder by a gauntlet-covered hand. He turned to address the rest of the person attached to that hand and allowed the plant to snap back into a resting position.

"Yes, what is it?" he grumped at the massive black armored individual standing before him, "And how in the name of the Interlopers do you move so quietly in that armor? If I was alive you'd have scared me to death."

His iron bodyguard motioned to the arcane symbols etched into the walls near the village entrance. They looked as though they had been incredibly complex, but had been rubbed out in many places, ruining the design.

Edward closed his eyes and waved his associate onwards.

"Yes, yes, I see. You dealt with the undead wards. Thank you. Now come, we need to see this 'Impa' Lord Ganondorf wouldn't cease speaking of. This way."

He floated onwards without another word, leaving the Iron Knuckle standing where it was. It cocked it's head towards the bushes and stared for a moment with its featureless mask. After a few long seconds it waved goodbye to the hidden young man and trekked on after its master.

((If you want to write something out of character, put it in double parenthesis like this. Impa is definitely a really big figure in the Sheikah, in fact I think she's the leader and she's definitely the Shadow sage. Your character should probably know the first part. Idk if you know who she is or not, so look on zeldapedia if you don't.))

Edward failed to notice the arrow, as he was already beyond the city walls and the Iron Knuckle ignored it because it was fairly confident in its armor and wasn't going to bother with just a little arrow.

As the Iron Knuckle reached the spot where Edward floated, it began to hear Edward ranting to himself, "... at this. Every time I raze this village to the ground it comes back, exactly the same. How? And where are the people hiding? They're always squirreled away by the time I get here."

He floated over to a building and passed through a wall. There were some smashing noises and the sound of wood splintering, and then he came out the front door.

"Nonsense. They're gone. I hate this mudhole."

((In case you're wondering, the villagers are all hiding up on Death Mountain. Their village comes back thanks to the combined efforts of the carpenters and the Composer Brothers' magic.))

As Edward trudged irritatedly through the town, his giant bodyguard followed silently. Occasionally it would shift its armor as though in discomfort, then settle back down. Edward was slowly growing more and more irate, and it knew that him being in a bad mood usually led to violence. It didn't appreciate unnecessary violence, but it usually couldn't be helped when he got like this.

Edward's glowing red eyes suddenly fizzled back down to a semi-docile yellow.

"I forget myself. We are on a mission here, and it would be best if I hold my composure during the negotiations."

He took the last few steps to the graveyard entrance. Once beyond the gate, he felt more comfortable. Surrounded by the restless spirits of the dead, it seemed as though he was with family.

The gravestones were old and decrepit. Many of them were overgrown with vines and broken. That, however is normal. What wasn't normal about them was that they overlooked empty graves.

A figure in black stood up out of one such hole, holding a corpse over his shoulder like a gunny sack.

Edward called out "Viktor! Put that down and show your guests a little hospitality! We have important matters to discuss with you!"

Jay stopped behind a gravestone, out of sight of everyone else. This was a pretty odd group. A poe, some kind of huge body guard, and now this creepy guy named Viktor. He looked around at the rest of the graveyard. It looked like a normal graveyard, except that all the graves were empty, and this really bugged him.

As Jay watched the strange group, he settled down into his spot. He didn't know how long this would take, but he knew that it would be important.

Viktor twitched.

Viktor put his hand behind his back, gripping the hilt of his sword. "Now, now..." He said. "I'm sure we can talk this out like mature, polite folks."

Victor grimaced as he jumped backwards, attempting to dodge the infernal weapon. His overcoat was snagged, but he managed to receive only a scratch upon his chest. He pulled his own blade forward without hesitation, aiming a backhand swing at the side of the poe's head.