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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 26, 2012 21:56:20 GMT -5
"A fight? But I may be years younger than you? Come now. You want to hurt a young man, no more than a mere kid?" Ash said, trying to distract Silis, while he reached for magic and Zar'rocs Ilian. Trying to make more small talk, Ash inquired, "Do you know the name of this sword? It is Zar'rocs Ilian. Misery's Happiness. It has bitten into many of the Varden," Ash rambled on, as he gathered the needed spell to make a shadow dragon. Iormúngr, help me. I need help here. Would Súndav Gathr unin Skulblaka work? or would it be something else to summon that Shadow Dragon spell that Joesey showed me?
Maybe, maybe not. I forget. I hope thats it. It means Shadows gather into dragon, so maybe an aí in between the unin and skulblaka?
So then Sundav Gathr unin aí Skulblaka?
I believe so. Ask Emiryal and Firern if you still aren't sure
Emiryal, what is the spell for a shadow dragon? Is in Sundav gathr unin aí skulblaka? Ash thought, brodcasting his mental question to Emiryal.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Jan 26, 2012 23:40:55 GMT -5
Emiryal had the wind knocked out of him as Ozig tackled him from the side. He hit the ground hard landing on his right arm. He had managed to hang onto both his swords. However, Ebrithil had been in his right hand and in the fall he had impaled himself on the sharp blade.
Between his momentum and Ozig's tackle he had skidded to a halt about a half yard from where he had originally been. He grimanced as he tried to move his right arm to get up. It wasn't broken but he'd have one painful bruise from it. What was worse was his self inflicted injury. The wound was on his left side. Ebrithil had cut through his armor as if it were nothing and the cut was deep.
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Firern either didn't hear Aldric's words or didn't care. He ignored him and continued to attack those of the Varden nearest him. Then he saw Ozig coming at Emiryal.
Firern roared in anger as he watched. Emiryal was caught off guard and as Ebrithil struck him Firern felt Emiryal's pain as if it were his own. It was rather ironic that Emiryal had harmed himself. But that didn't quell Firern's concern for his rider. Malthinae Hjarta! he cried out mentally to Emiryal calling him by one of his other names. He lashed his tail in anger taking out a few careless Empire soldiers who had gotten to close to him as well as a few Varden.
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I'm fine, Emiryal answered Firern. Though that wasn't true and Firern knew it. After all Emiryal had just impaled himself on Ebrithil. He glanced up at Ozig. He wouldn't have time to heal himself before Ozig could attack. Even dark magic had it's limits. "Skölir eka frá haina," he said as he drew on his magic. The spell would protect him from all harm. He didn't want to sustain it long though. In a battle that kind of spell would drain him fast. But for now the spell would let him focus on healing the damage he'd done to himself.
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Emiryal thought he was under attack by a varden spell caster or one of the Eldunari for a moment when Ash contacted him. The timing had Emiryal on edge. When he realized who it was he let Ash speak. Ash now is really not a good time, he said.
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Firern touched Ash's and Iormúngr's mind. He had heard Ash's question when he had asked Emiryal. His rider had other worries but Firern knew much of what Emiryal knew and could answer them. Yes that will work, but it will be more effort. To bend shadows into something that would be in the sun would be hard. I'd suggest using Anori draumr abr aí súndav skulblaka it ator virliger, which will create an illusion. As long as you have the image in your mind it will be easier to maintain than the spell you suggested, Firern told them.
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 27, 2012 7:43:44 GMT -5
Thank you Firern. I needed to know, and I am sorry Emiryal. I needed to know before i tried what I suggested and died. Ash thought, pulling out of their minds.
"Well? Did you know that?" Ash asked as he turned his attention back to Silis. Ash also muttered the spell Firern told them under their breaths. "Anori draumr abr aí súndav skulblaka it ator virliger." thinking of Iormungr. Then he muttered "Garjzla letta" and blinded any of the Varden he could around him. Then Ash took a little energy from Iormungr to keep himself going.
Iormungr, we should try to figure out how to keep in constant contact with Firern or Emiryal. I don't want to ask for Firerns heart of hearts is the thing. That would be to much to ask. I don't know.
Maybe. Or maybe Galbatorix took Firerns Heart of Hearts already, so Firern doesn't have it in him any more. I don't know, but that would be very rude of you Ash. Don't ask.
Ash was still standing ready to strike, as soon as Silis made a move, he would lash out with all he had. Mental, physical, and magical might might bring down the biggest of enemy's with one hit. Ash hoped the same applied here.
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Post by Kathena on Jan 28, 2012 10:26:39 GMT -5
Silis stared atthe young rider with a smirk on her face. "Older than you? Come now, you Empire riders must have some sense in them. I'm four years old you imbecile," the humanoid said as she leaned up againest the cart. "Listen human, I don't want any trouble. I would be just as happy if you and your friends would move along, but that won't happen. I can't let you touch this cart, and I certainly must have revenge on Emiryal, but any other Empire rider will suit me just as well." The black haired humanoid explained, her emerald eyes boring into Ash.
Then, Silis stopped leaning on the cart and stood up straight. She hated the Empire. Her whole life was ruined by this war. If you looked closely, you could see Silis standing on the ball of her foot, which allowed her to move quickly. She dared not to think of her plan, for all riders could use magic. But she had training againest mental fighting for she had lived with elves most of her life. Silis was already fairly short, and she crouched down in front of the cart. Then she lunged forward with her dagger, but she didn't strike. No, she wanted to see how he reacted. The humanoid retreated before trying to hurt the rider, and quickly pull herself away.
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Amanes looked around for another soldier, ignoring the dead one at her feet. She had not realized how badly the Empire wanted Jackle, Carimiev, and what ever else they had in the cart. She had hoped that would would have no idea what they were doing in the Spine, but now she guessed that was false hope. The elf gripped her sword, the stone leaves on its handle annoyiing her at the moment. Then she brushed her dirty blonde curls out of her face before turning to Ozig, Aldric, and Silis. Ozig was fighting Emiryal and Firern, which concerned her because he had no other form of fighting but his sword. If he is going to fight a trained Empire rider, at least a little bit of magic would help. She thought. Then she turned to Silis who was fighting Ash. She had no doubt Silis would be fine for now, for she had taken care of herself her whole life. Then the elf turned to Aldric. He seemed to be fighting a soldier, but his encounter with Firern didn't seem to have turned out very well. Sighing, Amanes tightened her grip on her sword and looked around for an oppoinet once more.
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 28, 2012 12:55:11 GMT -5
"I did not know you were four years old. You look like you are at least my age, if not a little older. Are you a werecat then? You are not elf, nor dwarf. If you are four, and look as old as me you can not be human, and you defiantly are not dragon. So what are you?" Ash rambled on, trying to keep her talking until Emiryal could help him. He saw his spell take effect as he muttered the last word of his shadow spell. Iormungr, or at least a shadow of him flew above, and blew fire, that Ash made sure was real, at some of the Varden. Some of the fire went within a foot of Silis. Silis stabbed at Ash, and Ash flicked his sword and deflected it. The wards Galbatorix set would have stopped it, but he did not want to wear those out in one battle.
Firern, as soon as you and Emiryal are done, sneak behind this cart, and take the blue eldurani in this barrel Ash said contacting Firern and sending a picture of the barrel Jackle was waiting in.
"So. Are you a werecat? Also you know Emiryal? How is that? He has never told me anything of an encounter with you. Then again he never mentions anything that does not have to do with this war." Ash said, still trying to keep Silis engaged in the conversation until Emiryal was done and got Jackle.
Quietly please, by the way Firern. If she sees you, she will attack. It is some where cat called Silis I believe.
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Post by Kathena on Jan 28, 2012 18:57:21 GMT -5
Silis stared at Ash. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to dstract her, but she wouldn't let him get that satissfaction. She pulled her lips back into a snarl like a cat. "Yes human, I am a werecat. And indeed I know Emiryal. He was the rider that broke my leg in Belatona!" The humanoid growled. She turned her dagger in her hand, making the sun catch on its silver blade and shine into his direction. She wasn't trying to do anything to him, but she secretly hoped the beam of light would hit him in the eye. Yet, she didn't care if it did either. She liked playing around with her dagger for it brought her slight joy. The werecat stared at Ash with her piercing, emerald green eyes.
Silis tilted her head to the side to observe her new oppoinet. He could use magic, mental, and swordsmanship, but that wasn't what she was worried about. She had beaten many foes with those three abilities before, but Ash had something none of the others did. He had the strength of a dragon on his side. The humanoid glanced over at the emerald dragon whose rider was standing in front of her. At least he isn't fighting, too. She thought, trying to bring up all the pros. If he chose to join in, I could just turn into a cat and slip away easily. She told herself. Her sleek, black hair whirled around as she turned towards Ash. He didn't seem too threatening, but appearance doesn't prove anything. Although deep inside she wished it did.
"I would love to stay and chat, but I refuse to let you sneak your way out of fighting. I want to get revenge on what happened in Belatona no matter how hurt I am. If I loose againest you, I shall get someone to heal me and I'll fight Emiryal. If Emiryal joins the fight, then I might die, but I will get revenge. I swear upon that," Silis said. She hoped Ash knew that her word didn't always mean right way. It might take her eons, but she was going to get that revenge. She didn't even care if it was direct or not, but if the Empire somehow did fall, she would most definately call that revenge. Then the humanoid leaped towards Ash, aiming to slash him on the fore arm. She didn't plan to hurt him, no. She only wanted to start the fight, and let him swing what he wished. As she came towards him, she prepared herself to dodge anything thrown at her. Or not wince at any pain.
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Amanes stood in the soil with her ears alert for any up coming noise. She had been standing there for minutes and no one had challenged her. She watched the Varden warriors go done by dozens. Is this it? She asked herself, her shoulders tense. Will we loose Carimiev, Jackle, the rest of the heart of hearts, and the dragon eggs all because of one bad battle? She asked herself with a sigh. With two trained riders and plenty of soldiers still alive, there was no way the Varden would win. The elf didn't want to give up so soon, but there was no way. They needed more Varden riders if anything, but the few they had were back around Belatona.
Amanes sighed and looked around once more. "Are you looking for something? Because I don't think there is anything in the forest." A teasing voice said with a chuckle. The elf turned around to find herself facing a young Empire soldier. He smirked and opened his mouth as if to speak again, but Amanes didn't give him a chance. "I never met an Empire soldier with any bit of humor," she observed aloud. "I would hate to kill someone from the Empire with any personality in them, but it seems as if I have no choice." As the elf spoke the young man's smile disappeared and he brushed his dark brown hair out of his face. He just stood there with his sword as if he didn't want to fight, but Amanes didn't care. She lunged forward, swinging her sword towards his ribs.
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 29, 2012 9:12:33 GMT -5
"I wish not to fight you werecat. From what I hear, there are so few left, that your kind are almost extinct. I am sorry if I am wrong, but that is what Galbatorix has said to me. I have no quarrel with you, only the Varden for invading our lands and taking over my home town so recently. Belatona was one of the only places I could call home AND I LOST IT! YOU THINK I WANT TO KILL PEOPLE? NO! I DO IT TO PROTECT MY HOME LAND! AND YOU ARE DESTROYING IT!" Ash shouted, getting a little angry towards the end. Sensing his anger, Iormungr growled in his direction. "Oh, and this is Iormungr," Ash said to Silis, being polite as he could, for he had forgotten to mention the Partner of his Heart.
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Iormungr heard the Round-ear-two-legs-werecat talking to partner-of-his-heart-Ash. Close at hand he saw pointed-ear-two-leg-Emiryal and thorn-tooth-Firern above. His mind was closed to Ash because of the weakness that would be left in their mind. He was close at hand to Ash. When Ash started to lose control of his emotions, Iormungr gave a warning growl. Ash had thought, though, that Iormungr was angry that Ash had not mentioned him. As if he cared. Ash could not have lost his emotions like that. It weakens the magic-shield-around-mind-thing-called-concentration.
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Jackle was still searching the battle field, when she noticed many of the Varden soldiers had gone magically blind. She also saw Silis and none other than Ash and Iormungrs minds like little flares. She reached out to Silis and, brushing her mind ever so lightly, What is going on werecat? Why are you talking to that traitor?
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Post by Rhaxta on Jan 29, 2012 11:54:06 GMT -5
The fighting and screaming outside was muted, not only by the great chest and swathes of blankets that wrapped around him, but by the inch and a half thick shell that entombed his body. Fortunately, the young dragon was not entirely cut off from the real world. He had been, by choice, for over two hundred years. Yet now he felt the push and flow of the minds of many other dragons, nearby. Their minds didn't shriek and howl and tear like most of the ones of the Empire. Most of these were sane. Although he was a century and more within his shell, he was still young and immature in heart.
The unhatched eggs' consciousness ebbed out to brush against that of the blue Eldunari that resided nearby in the same cart. His fear and uncertainty evident through the connection, he spoke 'Elder, what is happening?'
(Nicse that's for Jackle!)
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Freki's great wings carried them south, each beat punctuated by a leathery snap. Her and Vulnar's eyes scanned the ground for any sign of fleeing Varden, that would possibly indicate those carrying the most important import within the supply train. The carts had stopped as word of an attack passed slowly down the fifty cart line, stretching for over a mile.
A few of the cart drivers to the rear were hopping down and turning their unwilling horse or oxen around. Freki alighted herself in the air and back beat her wings, showing her unusual ability to hover in mid-air, thanks to the size and control of her wings. Freki's great green-black head pointed downwards, and after a few cautious sniffs to the air released a great torrent of flame that incinerated the last three carts, blocking the road backwards. There was a short lived squeal of men, cattle and horse, before the smell of cooking meats rose up to them.
''Well...that works too, I suppose,'' Vulnar grumbled, plainly disheartened. He was going to give the signal by casting a magical flare, which he had mastered recently. He was not one of the magical sorts, he spent most of his career hunting and enslaving them, after all. Due to his age, learning was taking longer than he expected, yet when he had mastered a spell he was told his energy control was impressive.
Freki just gave a flick of her head and snorted at him, 'Hm, jealousy.'[/i]
She continued to hover, ready to pursue any fleeing Varden. The soldiers to the south had obviously spotted the signal, and all came tearing forward from the trees and dove into the trapped Varden. ~~~
The white of hair woman had melted into the shadows when the dragon dropped from the sky. She had stepped behind him before rubbing her head lightly against the dragons' flank, as close to loving as she could get. She absolutely adored the beasts.
She grabbed her patched brown leather cloak from the earth and threw it about her shoulders. Her shoulders slumped and the silver pits of her eyes deepened and grew darker. Then the little colour there was to her skin faded, revealing alabaster skin.
She was an elf, once. She still had the hair - oddly- where most of her kind had adopted a bloody red. It gave her great opportunity to get close and personal. She wasn't really the violent type, but she loved to watch people and their emotions. Especially fear and anger, they were amusing.
With a great rush a pillar of dusty smoke shot up into the air, pulling her form with it. After a moments lingering she struck the earth once again, the smoke and dust cast outwards as she reformed between the first two rows of carts, amongst a werecat, and the youngest rider the Empire had brought along.
''AH! Look! The shade!'' she shrieked, her honey-sweet voice growing uncomfortably high pitched for a moment.
''Oh, wait...'' she said, a beautiful smirk twisting her lips. Her fists rose and with her movement some force tore through a group of blinded Varden soldiers. After they had hit the earth, she turned on a heel to bow deeply to the young green dragon (Iormungr). After a moment she straightened and cast her eyes to the rider. ' You shall wear yourself out if you persist in trying to prove yourself so, whelp. You may be old and... kind of experienced, yet your dragon is still young. You needn't be selfish and go borrowing energy when you have just gone and spent it too quickly.'' ((Speaking to Ash, Nicse x]))
''Oh, hello. Pardon me.'' the shade woman said to the werecat when she had spotted her, bashfully.
Kvisa surprised herself. She had never spoken a word to any of the other riders, save for Vulnar who didn't count as he was a fool. In fact, she hadn't really spoken to anyone recently; except for the fairly handsome Varden soldier who had approached her minutes ago. Galbatorix had warned her off meddling, yet it was done now. She was right to, anyway. Just because the fat git wouldn't leave his castle didn't mean she was going to let things go wrong on her watch.
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Post by Rocore on Jan 29, 2012 13:06:08 GMT -5
A glittering silhouette flew overhead and made it's presence known with a booming roar. The white scales had the appearance of diamonds from afar. It glided lower, gazing at the ongoing battle. "You worry for nothing, Valorin... The battle seems to be in our favor even now."
Then we tip the scales further, brother.
Rocore did his usual nod and looked down at them. "If only you were black you'd be more threatening... Now you seem like a regal giant... The dragon companion of a King." He smirked, "Well, drop me off in the midst of it and keep over watch in case the Varden gets assistance from somewhere."
The large white dragon let out a puff of smoke and began spiraling down over the battle. The warrior on that dismounted from the dragon moments later was arrayed in white-washed armor with a matching cloak. He looked like he should've been a symbol of hope to the Varden rather than a rider of the Empire. Rocore's immense stature didn't help either as he dismounted in a clearing on the edge of the battle he stood a full head taller than most. He strode into the battle, sword in his right hand and shield on his left arm.
The caravan seemed nearly won already, "Warriors of the Varden! You put up a valiant battle! Your courage is to be commended! End this now and return to your homes alive. Neither side wants to see further unnecessary bloodshed!" Rocore shouted his deep voice booming over the clash of the few ongoing fights.
A very nice gift to give them, but is it your place to let any of the enemies of Galbatorix live? Valorin's question didn't seem to phase Rocore as he replied in kind. He wishes to be a good king, showing compassion to former subjects will make them think twice... It is also the right thing to do. This battle is nearly over, any who stand and fight are both brave and foolish. He thought as he neared the fight. He hoped his presence would be enough for the rest to run off but he doubted it would be so easy.
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Post by Kathena on Jan 29, 2012 14:25:38 GMT -5
"I don't care why you are fighting, fool!" Silis bellowed. She longed to raake the ground with long, sharp claws, but for now she was in humanoid form and she would have to deal with it. "You are part of the Empire! I simply don't care what your stupid king told you to do, I'll fight you anyway! And if you refuse then I can still go on hurting you all the same." The werecat growled as she turned to the shade women. Silis observed the former elf, her once beautiful eyes filled with blazing anger of war. The humanoid slightly hoped that all those around her knew that it was war and sorrow that did this to her, but she highly doubted anyone would care.
"And you," she spoke to the shade with a relaxed voice. "Why did you lead them to us? All we wished was to transport this safely. I have no real quarrel with you, but I do need to get revenge. It was foolish of me to ever vow that, I would get revenge, but I did. I've bond myself to my own oath in a way." Silis said, turning to Ash. "And I am honored to meet your dragon, human, but listen to me. There may just be more of us werecats then you think, therefor I may not even matter. But even if I am lying, please either fight or leave. Your choice." She said, sighing. She was ashamed with herself for freaking out like she did. She even almost gave away one of her kinds' most valuble secrets, but at least she may have been lying. Ash truthly has no reason to trust her, so hopefully he believed that she was lying. If he didn't believe so, the werecat king would most certainly hurt her for her unwise words.
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The man that stood in front of Amanes stared at her as she came near. Did he not see the sharp blade she pointed at him? The beautiful elf blinked in shock at the human. He didn't seem to know how to use a sword. The dirty blonde haired elf froze and stared into his eyes. He didn't seem to be wanting to hide his feelings for she could easily get into his mind. Amanes lowered her sword, her chocolate brown eyes gleaming. "You don't know what you are doing, do you?" She asked, putting her right hand on her hip.
The soldier shook his head and dropped his sword. "I'm just a peasent from Feinster. I know nothing. My father wanted me to join the Empire's army, and I had to convince my best friend I liked the idea. I don't know what I am doing, and I am going to die anyway." He said, staring blankly at the ground. Amanes gasped suddenly. She finally realized what he was doing. He wanted her to kill him. The elf blinked in confusion. She had never before felt sorry for an enemy. She had always hated war, but this made her dread it. War was simply a way to kill, and a way to take families apart. Amanes shut her eyes to think. He's probably just tricking me. He'll pull out his sword any second from now. She told herself, altough deep inside she knew it was a lie. Sighing, her eyes fluttered open. With one gracefully movement, she swung her sword, making it sink into his stomach.
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 29, 2012 18:11:28 GMT -5
Youngling. Oh, I forgot you were in here. It seems like a fight is going on outside. It is nothing the Varden can't fix. But there are two riders. Jackle said to the young egg that had contacted her.
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"Oh? You don't? Boo-Hoo. Boo-Hoo-Hoo. You think I care? You think I care werecat? I wish that son of a ***** named Brom never started the Varden. If he had just accepted fate and died, none of this would be happening, and Galbatorix would have restarted the Riders, better then ever before. But Eragon and his dragon would not give up and join us. We could have reborn the race. But now, the Dragons will be reborn. If you all leave we could breed all of the Rider dragons, and make the race anew." Ash said, finishing what could have been a wonderful speech. Then Ash turned to the Shade and said casually, "Borrowing energy? I have no idea what you mean? I have used almost no magic at all. I only borrowed a little from Iormungr. If you wish me to use the energy from the Varden Warriors to replenish him, and then me, then ok. I shall do that." Then Ash turned back to Silis, and quickly pulled his wonderful sword of a silver color our of its sheath, and slashed in Silis's direction, hoping to get a reaction to which he could use to assail her mind, stop her movements, then use deyja to kill her easily.
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Iormungr stood by, watching Ash and Silis, and the elf-who-is-no-longer-elf-but-full-of-spirits talk to Ash, telling him to no borrow energy from his young dragon. When Iormungr heard this he growled. He was no hatchling. He might not be very old, but he was stronger than a human was, and maybe a Elf. A Elf Shade, though. No possible way. He spotted a dirty blond elf sinking he silvery-sword-of-death into the soldiers pink-soft-flesh-unprotected-stomach. Iormungr nudged Ash. Ash looked, and, reaching out with his mind, took the remaining energy from the soldier and gave it to Iormungr. "There you go buddy. Better?" Ash asked. Iormungr growled confirmation.
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Post by Cloquet on Jan 29, 2012 18:42:27 GMT -5
The haze of battle was confusing, and frightening. Already Aldric had managed to almost get himself killed. And the battle in general did seem to be going poorly. He cursed under his breathe when he saw that there were two riders, killing Varden soldiers with nothing but words and the dragon's flame. It just wasn't right for men, good men, to be dieing so easily by people who had so much more power then they knew to do with. Aldric believed in battle, but not like this. You had to fight to protect what you believed in, especially when some one as evil as Galbatorix had done what he did and believed he was right. There was no other way.
The Varden should have sent a rider to them to guard the cart. Then they would have a chance, a slightly better chance at least. Of course they might have been attempting to make the cart seem less important, but they could have always hid the rider or something. Aldric felt himself loose his breathe when he saw that another rider had appeared on a white dragon. He wasn't sure who's side he was on, but knew once he saw him set the back of the group a flame. He coughed as the smell of cooking flesh drifted towards him and a surge of heat washed over the groups ahead.
Suddenly a man swung his sword at Aldric, he managed to block, but it sent a tremor of pain down his arm. He winced, but swung back as a reflex. The man staggered back then was finished off by another Varden soldier. Aldric walked over the dead body moving closer to the cart. It was then that he noticed Amanes standing in front of another soldier. He wondered for a moment why she didn't just stabbed him. Over the din of the battle he could hear the boy exclaiming something. For some reason Aldric felt like the boy was some how familiar.
"I'm just a peasent from Feinster. I know nothing. My father wanted me to join the Empire's army, and I had to convince my best friend I liked the idea. I don't know what I am doing, and I am going to die anyway."
Feinster!? I thought I recognized him. The guys name was Baldrin, Aldric had an encounter with him the year before, a little while before Aldric had left to join the Varden. He gasped in horror when he saw Amanes stab him through the stomach. He looked away for a moment, trying to regain his common sense. This is battle. He told himself. Aldric knew that even if Baldrin had seen him he might have tried to kill him, there was no way he would have recognized him. Then again he could have remembered him and hesitated. It didn't matter now though.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Jan 29, 2012 21:08:24 GMT -5
Firern growled slightly when the two-leg-shade-women rubbed up against his flank. He like many of his kind had an arrogant proudness purely from the perception of dragons being superior. And he demanded more respect than just anyone Varden or Empire rubbing against him for the sheer pleasure of his superiority.
He didn't harm her though, he may have been annoyed but they were in a battle and he didn't have the leisure to tell her off.
He swung his head low catching a Varden soldier in his mouth and snapping the man in half. The few Varden that dared get close enough to attack him didn't even scratch him. He moved forward towards the carts clearing the path with both claw and flame. As he drew near the carts he saw Amanes and further back Sills. They'd been at the last battle in Belatona.
The oxen pulling the cart had grown skittish as he had approached and one of them bolted as the harness broke. The movement made the cart tip over and crash onto it's side.
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Carimiev could only watch and wait. The Varden seemed greatly outnumbered. Suddenly the cart he was in tipped over. The reason being a black dragon spooking the animals. He threw his mind at his kin in a mental assault, but he met resistance of both the dragon and Isikal.
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Post by Kathena on Jan 30, 2012 17:28:34 GMT -5
Silis leaped to the side to dodge out of the way of Ash's strike. The humanoid grinned and pushed her sleek, black hair out of her face. "Thank you for finally fighting. And no, human, I don't think you care. You have no reason to. But before this battle continues, I must tell you one thing. Never mention that stupid rider, Eragon to me. I honestly don't care if the Varden wins or looses, but if I didn't fight I wouldn't get anywhere in my short life." She informed Ash, hissing slightly when she got to the part about the son of Brom. Then Silis flexed her fingers as if she was flexing claws. It was a bad habit of her's, to always act as if she was a cat. Then she blinked her bright, emerald green eyes as if to refocus her mind.
Silis watched Ash and smiled. She swore that she felt a cold gust of wind hit her face, but yet the trees in the mountains probably would have blocked it out. It was probably just her imagination. The humanoid tossed her knife so that the sharp part of the knife pointed outwards. Then she heard people screaming behind her, so she whirled around and spotted Firern. The black dragon was so close that she almost wanted to abandan fighting Ash and go after the dragon, but she could never beat a dragon. She couldn't escape fighting the dragon rider now either. Turning back to Ash, she launched herself towards Ash's ribs, her dagger unsheathed.
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Amanes winced as the young man dropped to the soil, dead. She had never wanted to kill a good person because of war. She had never wanted to be the monster war turns people into. Sighing, the elf glanced around the battle field. And then she spotted Aldric watching her. Her milky brown eyes widened and she turned away, hiding her face from his sight. She didn't want to be known as a killer. She had never wanted to kill anyone. She sighed in frustration and picked up her sword, which she had dropped once she watched the soldier die. Suddenly, she felt eyes staring at her. The graceful elf turned around and spotted Firern. She gazed at him in wonder, his black scale were simply beautiful. Even though he is on the Empire, he sure is a beautiful dragon. She thought.
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Post by Rocore on Jan 30, 2012 17:54:15 GMT -5
Rocore sighed and shouted again, "Put down your blades! This battle is over, soldiers of the Varden! Live to fight another day! The soil needs no further bloodshed!"
Perhaps they would rather listen to a dragon.. Valorin used his strength to topple over two trees, effectively crushing a couple soldiers whether of Varden or Empire neither were sure... Nor did they want to check. The white dragon's scales and towering form was sure to catch more attention than Rocore himself. If that were not enough Valorin let out another roar to get the attention of the soldiers.
The warrior clad in white stood tall as he looked over the battlefield he could see Firern and Ash with glimpses of Emiryal. Somehow he missed lormungur. A lone soldier ran up to Rocore, sword raised and ready to bring down. Rocore lunged forward with his shield and knocked the wind out of the smaller man. "Get up and run home..."
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Jan 31, 2012 9:16:07 GMT -5
Dodging the dagger, Ash sliced at Silis, missing on purpose, and Iormungr, who was quite close at hand, took the opertunity to knock over the cart, and ruffle through it with his muzzle. Galbatorix hadn't asked Ash to increase the size of Iormungr yet. He would eventually. "Well well well. You are good. I was going to kill you with magic. I hope you don't have wards. I do, but only against magic. Galbatorix was sure to set them. So, you going to try anything funny? I know some more stuff, and will tell you what I can, if you let me get the Eldurani in that cart. Come now. Intellegence for the Varden or your life? Either way I will get the Eldurani. And any eggs that might be in there."
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Werecat, what is happening? Jackle asked Silis, still being in slight contact with her. Jackle knew she was ok, and talking to the traitors. Jackle heard Ash offer intelligence for the varden for the Eldurani in the cart. Jackle also heard him say it was the intelligence or Silis's life. Either way they would get Jackles Eldurani. Werecat, make the right choice. If those are the only options, kill him first. You might not be able to though. Be careful. If all seems like you will die, then take the intelligence. If I am forced to work with the traitor in front of you, then so be it, I will if the varden will get some knowledge of what Galbatorix is doing. Jackle said after hearing Ashes threats. Jackle knew if need be, she would sacrifice herself to the Empire and Galbatorix, if it meant the Varden would get some intelligence.
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Post by Rhaxta on Feb 4, 2012 7:01:07 GMT -5
''If Galbatorix can crush and twist the mind and will of an ancient dragon,'' Kvisa started, her dark and mottled silver eyes resting unblinking on the were cat. ''What makes you think I can deny him?''This was an utter lie, as Kvisa had sworn no oaths to Galbatorix. Yet, for some reason the companion of her soul was drawn towards the mad King. Where the shade went, the mortal body had no choice but to follow. Kvisa gave a rather unlady-like snort of laughter at the young Empire riders reply. She made no move to correct him, or even answer beyond that. She simply looked up with a wistful, longing expression on her face. She remained so for a minute or so, her eyes not even leaving the sky as more Varden guard attacked her. As they got within a few feet of her they simply melted into her wards; any metallic items on their person falling to the ground in an almost perfect circle around her. ''Oh dear, he is with her.'' Kvisa spat, before sauntering backwards, spacing herself about fifteen feet away from Ash and Iormungr. ~~~ Freki gave a great twist to her wings and corkscrewed downwards. She plummeted down at speed towards Iormungr; the newest arrival to their Empire family. Before colliding with him, Freki cupped the wind in her wings righted herself to a hover right above him. He might not have seen her approach, as his head was buried in the cart, yet he certainly would have felt the great torrent of wind caused by her descent. Her forked tongue flicked out and her tail gave the smallest twitch, her eyes resting on Iormungr. 'How do you fair in your first blood-letting, young one?'[/b][/i] she gurgled. She turned her head as Vulnar threw himself down to her foot for her to lower him to the earth. She gave a discontented hiss, yet remained as she was hovering above them. The majority of the Varden guard and all the civilians had fled from the rear of the caravan. ~~ ''What are you doing here, exactly?'' Vulnar growled over to Ash after he had hopped down from Freki's back. He completely ignored the small woman he was supposedly fighting. ''As I recall, you weren't allowed to leave the confines of Uru^Baen for at least another month. '' ((You don't mind if I let Vulnar use his authoritah, do you Nicse? ))
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Post by Ember on Feb 4, 2012 13:08:21 GMT -5
Tierar beat her diamond coloured wings lazily, relying more on the strong wind currants to keep them high in the air than bothering to use her own energy. The sun stroked its soft rays over the rider who lounged on the dragons back with such ease and grace one would think she was an experienced rider, not one for only a little over a year. Isellmarie, the elven woman who was equal to Arya and her closest friend, closed her eyes as she stretched out on her dragons back, taking in the warmth of the sun as it gave her skin a touch of bronze. Two birds, obviously daring friends, nervously plucked up the courage to fly close to the diamond dragons snout. Tierar playfully snapped at the birds but she had no want to hurt them, such gifts were life and Tierar was wise beyond her years for knowing so. Issie rolled to her stomach and shifted onto her knees, peering over her dragons head to watch the birds. One perched on the end of the dragons snouts, it's feathers being blown back in the winds caused by the dragons fast pace. The other bird was sitting on the dragons head, clinging desperately to Tierars ear. Issie smiled in amusement. You laugh but if they perched on you you would not be pleased,[/b][/color] Tierar rumbled in the back of her throat. Issie simply laughed and rolled to fiddle in the bag she had slung over Tie's back and pulled out an apple, her eyes closing as she savoured the test. The Varden's food supplies were running low and while she agreed to help take down the King, she had not sworn alliance to them, nor the other elves who had believed her dead, nor the dwarves. Thus she was left to find rations on her own and that she did not worry about. She had a way of finding apples, hunting for rabbits and Tierar... Well. The Varden really could not feed her but Issie had brought up the dragon since she had hatched on apples and hares. The dragon had a surprisingly small appetite for one so large and strong. Issie made sure her praising thoughts were open so Tie could hear.. The low hum in the dragons throat as all Issie needed to hear to know the dragon appreciated and had heard the praise.
It was only luck that Issie had seen the dark green flash of scales way below them and luck that Tierars scales held no colour but reflected the colour around her. Today Tierars scales reflected the sun on her back and her wings but on the underside was reflected nothing but blue and white wherever there was clouds below them. The yellow, red, orange and pink of the suns rays coloured each individual scale a different shade, no two were the same. Where her wings beat rainbows danced in a magical ray of colours. But still, even with those beautiful spots of colours, Issie's elven eyes did not miss the dark green and then black scales that zipped below her. The Varden were travelling agonizingly slow under them. Half of them were still stuck in the forest they had left behind an hour ago. Some warning bell rang out in Issie's mind, a feeling which echoed in Tierars mind when Issie projected the image to her dragon. It took one great beat of the wings to slow, a dip of the snout to send them pummelling into a nose dive. The birds scattered at the change of mood but Issie didn't really care. Worry had her eyebrows knitting together as the diamond dragon dropped like a tear from the sky to the ground and shot after the dragons that Issie had caught a glimpse of. Issie had a horrible feeling that perhaps it was Nora that had been hurt and her heart hammered faster. No-one would hurt the young girl she and her dragon had grown protective over. Nora would not suffer like Issie had under that torture. Goosebumps were dragged down her skin like a skeletons hand which clutched at her heart and turned her cold.
Issie felt awful when she saw that it was not Nora's cart which had suffered from the attack. Why were there no other dragons here?! Mentally Issie shouted for one of the other riders in the Varden she had met. She also sent a sharp mental message to Naussada. Even though she had not pledged the woman needed to know of the attack. Tierars wing beats were silent which meant that they had the element off surprise. Issie had no reason to let on that she was going to kill the Empire King. Issie threw the apple then caught it just as Issie pulled into a hover above them all. "Now really, is this any way for Riders to behave?" She made sure her voice carried over the lot of them. First it was to evaluate if anyone was hurt, secondly it was to assess the size and strength of the other riders.
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Post by Ash & Jackle on Feb 4, 2012 16:31:51 GMT -5
((No, I don't Rhax))
"I was told to come and help as part of my training," Ash said to the rider who he was sure was Empire if she knew his name, and also of his orders prior to Galbatorixs change of plans. "Galbatorix sent me to assist Emiryal and Firern. They never said anything about another rider. Oh well." In the cart there is a blue one. Help with the werecat and help me get it subdued please. This werecat will not move. Ash said to Vulnar, first with his mouth, then with his mind. As he was talking to Vulnar, Ash blocked another sword from the werecat.
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Very well, Ebrithil. I enjoy seeing the two-leg-round-ears running, and screaming. The smell of their blood invigorates me so much. I don't know why we don't do this more often! Iormungr said to Freki. He rider jumped off, and from what Ash saw, the Rider was a male, and his dragon was already affecting Frekis Riders ears. Iormungr continued to nose around in the cart, until he felt the cold-hot-pain-swords slash his hind leg. He extracted his muzzle from the cart, and clawed the Varden warriors.
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Ash turned back to Silis, and slashed at the werecat twice, both towards her chest. At the last second, he moved the blade, ever so slightly, and missed. He slashed a third time, not intending to miss. He was playing with her to see if she would give a reaction. Then he flung his mind out towards the werecat, and struggled against her mental barriers. They were neither the strongest nor the weakest mind he had ever gone up against. But she would not give up. She had given her word to protect the cart, and she would, even if it meant her life.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Feb 5, 2012 4:54:50 GMT -5
Emiryal muttered, "Waíse heill" along with some other words of power, words of dark magic to speed up the spell. His self inflicted wound closed up and looked as though he had never been harmed. He didn't let his spell of protection drop though he knew it might cost him he needed it.
"Thrysta stenr," he shouted at the loose rocks nearest him flew at the Varden nearest him. He quickly got to his feet and headed straight for the cart. It was now or never. He ran dodging blows or letting them hit is impenetrable ward; however, each blow he took drained him. The spell might have protected him from all harm but the cost was high and he wouldn't be able to keep it up forever.
As he neared the cart a Varden soldier moved to block his path. "Reisa," he shouted and directed the magic upon himself. With the spell in effect he jumped clearing the man's reach and landing on the side of the overturned cart with inhuman grace. The man turned around and was charging at him. "Morte," he said calmly and shards of the broken wagon and the nails that once held it together flew at him and embedded themselves in the man, killing him.
Emiyal seemed unconcerned as he made eye contact with Firern. It was then he heard Issie's words. He grinned. "I apologize for my rudeness, my lady. You are absolutely right. We have unfinished business from the battle in Belatona do we not?" he said mockingly his voice enhanced with magic to be slightly louder than it really was.
Firern looked up at Tierars. She blended in well with her scales reflecting the colors but Issie's voice had given her position away. Emiryal glanced at Firern. "Firern if you would be so kind. Show her our manners as a Rider and a Dragon and do finish what you started with them in Belatona," he said aloud though obviously it wasn't necessary for him to speak to Firern aloud.
Emiryal snapped his fingers and Firern spread his wings and shot up off the ground aimed at Tierars. In the battle of Belatona he had engaged only Tierars in battle and was not ready to take her on. This time though he was ready. He aimed to crash into her belly from below with tooth and claw.
Emiryal only watched for a moment before he jumped down to search through the contents of the overturned cart. The Varden had hidden it well, but a mind could not be hidden. He opened his mind and searched for the Eldundari who had touched his mind earlier. It was dangerous but he had to do this and he was ready to put up his mental barrier again at a moment's notice.
He felt the strong resistance of Carimiev's mind. Emiryal grinned and sliced open a barrel with his sword. A wrap of green velvet fell out of the barrel and slipped off the emerald green Eldunari within it's folds. The Eldunari was much bigger than Isikal's was, he must have been much older than her. His wonder didn't last long though as Carimiev attacked his mind.
Carimiev was enraged when Emiryal picked up his Eldunari. The Empire wouldn't want the Varden to have any Eldunari. Either he would be killed or taken as a prisoner. He lashed out with his mind and nearly broke the mental barrier that the two dragons and Emiryal had put up shortly after Emiyral and sliced the barrel open.
"Letta skulblaka," Emiryal said. "Unless you wish to die." Emiryal was holding the Eldunari in his right hand. His left had was just above it glowing with a black energy. The spell in his hand was none other than the same spell Murtagh had used to kill the dwarven king. It was pure dark magic and would render almost all wards useless against it.
Carimiev stopped and withdrew as the elf had demanded. He was enraged but if he died he wouldn't be able to help the Varden. Emiryal would be able to cast the spell and kill him before he would be able to break the elf's mind. And if he lived he could harm the Empire from the inside, well that was if the Varden didn't stop Emiryal right now.
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