May 2014 Solo Dungeon Ganon's Tower [John Itaruki Only]

Ganon's Tower, a bastion of evil and darkness in the Dark World.  Home for the Prince of Darkness and King of Evil, Ganon or Ganondorf as he is sometimes known.  It houses several, relentlessly floors of pure, unadulterated, unmerciful enemy swarms that seek to protect their dark master from harm and those who would seek to kill him.

It is from atop the highest room in Ganon's Tower, does the evil man sit upon this golden throne and rule over all that is wrong with this world...perhaps even waiting for someone to come and challenge him.  So climb the steps of Ganon's Tower carefully, and be wary of which room you enter, for it may just be your downfall.

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John “Bloodstreak” Itaruki, the human king of the Zoras, stood outside of what was now a historical monument- Ganon's Tower. Many years ago, the Hero of Time had ventured in here, for his battle against the evil ganondorf. Now, John would be following in the footsteps of that hero, to respond to a threat from the tower.

Just twelve hours ago, John couldn't have cared less about the tower. In fact, he was taking his daughter, Isola, to town. Biologically, Isola wasn't related to him at all- she was a zora, for Din's sake. In fact, she was the daughter of the previous king, who had hatched late. John had taken her under his wing, and promised to teach her how to fight like he did.

In town, he had hoped to show her around, and help her see what society was like. However, this journey had been cut short, by someone recognizing him. Specifically, one of his subjects- the zora kingdom's representative for the church. “Y-your highness!” the zora had said, obviously hyperventilating. “Lately, the other church officials have been feeling something... dark, emanating from Ganon's tower. I'd ask an adventurer, but several of the old Dungeons have opened up recently- everyone's off exploring one of those infernal things, hoping to strike it rich. Could I, perhaps, trouble your highness with investigating the occurrences in the tower?”
“Er... sure, but could you take Isola back to the domain? I don't wanna leave her in the city to fend for herself.” John replied.

He spent the next few hours preparing himself- training, stocking up on supplies, etc. Soon enough, he had made the trek to Ganon's tower, and had the rare chance to FREAK THE BALLS OUT. How was he expected to climb all that? No, he told himself. I can do this- after all, I'm the king, right?

He slowly walked toward the entrance, his heart threatening to burst from his chest with each step, and entered the tower. The second he stepped in, he was met with a powerful burst of darkness. It wasn't solid, or threatening, but it seemed to be pushing him away, warning him of things to come. “GET OUT, WHILE YOU STILL CAN”, It seemed to say.

Still, John had to press on, for his own sake. He refused to be a coward- not when he had already entered the tower. He spied a Keese flitting toward him, and tossed his boomerang, dispatching it, and several others. Catching the boomerang- and wiping the Keese entrails off of it- John eyed the pots on either side of the room. He resolved to save them, for when he really needed them, rather than waste them right away. As it was, he felt fine- no use wasting any potential resources.

He ran up the wall to his left, grabbing on to the torch sconce, and removing the torch. Any potential weapons he could get his hands on would be needed. He noted the weight in his pouch- inside, a bottle with a defensive potion was stored. He resolved to save this, until a true threat presented itself. John opened the only door in the room, carefully inspecting his new surroundings...

[Second Room Description]

The room is dark, except for the light of the torch John is carrying.  All is quiet, and nothing moves.  Not even Keese.  Nothing is in this room.  The room is empty.  It is strange, that the tower of the Dark Lord Ganon is not as heavily guarded as one would think.  Where are the enemies, one might ask?  Well, that answer came quickly.  The floor fell open, leading to a room below.

In this small, circular catacomb of a room several coffins lined the walls.  Shaking and rumbling with the force of a small earthquake, these coffins burst open, their lids shooting across the room.  The deep groans and raspy breathing that was unmistakably from a Gibdo emanated from them.  Dark eyes glowed from inside the dark tombs.  Four of them.  Four Gibdos, all with screams that would paralyze even the greatest of heroes.  But that worked only when someone came within range.

The middle of the room looked like it could be turned into a rising pillar that would return one back to the top of the room they had fallen from.  But only if they could beat these creatures....and anymore that would come after. With no escape, no hiding places or a single pot in sight, this was going to be a tough fight indeed.