Camp Belatona (Open)

[Merril]

The mood held its tense strain as the men of the Varden lifted their eyes from their various celebrations. There was occasionally a hushed whisper of steel being drawn, and even more common was the whisper of an apprehensive voice. Night was falling slowly, though the cold that the men felt running down their spines was not the daily product of the darkness, but a fear of childhood stories, and the monsters from their mother's own mouthes. If men knew one thing, it was that voices did not spill from the red roofs of mouthes for nothing.

The Urgals had entered the Varden camp.

At the head of their loose column was the massive Kull Nar, Garzhvog. Bringing up the rear was the pack of rams led by Nar Ahrun, bearing with them the reason for their intrusion. In a wooden cart, bumping along, was the beaten form of Hyperion the Unconquerable. Ahrun strode proudly beside his prisoner, as did all of tribe Andaruk as they approached the massive tent that Nasuada had recently vacated. It was in the center of the camp, providing quite the walk for the Urgals to draw attention to themselves.

Once they arrived, they were to deliver their prisoner into the hands of the Varden leaders that had agreed to gather there.

[Kathena]

Silis tossed her dagger from hand to hand as she sat on her bed. The werecat was now in humanoid form, and in the black with white trim outfit she usually wore. Amanes had left hours ago, promising to return once she woke up to repare her broken leg, but her adopted sister had not come back once the black haired humanoid woke up. She had tried to wait, but she didn't want to stay in her tent all night to wait for Amanes. So she had called a healer to come to her tent and fix her leg. They had just left moments ago, and probably wouldn't be happy with Silis playing with her dagger but she didn't care. She was somehow entertaining herself by tossing in hand to hand, catching the iron handle each time. Suddenly, the werecat froze. She didn't want to continue staying in this tent! She had called the healer in so that she could get out, and that's what she would do.

Silis set her dagger in its sheath in her belt and slipped on her leather boots. Grabbing a small mirror by her bed, she glanced at herself in the mirror, her emerald eyes staring at herself. I don't look half bad for a werecat. She commented before setting the mirror down. She didn't really liked how she looked, with her strange werecat features and all, but she guessed she would have to live with it. She reached for her brush and combed out her black hair, running her fingers through it as she went. Then she tossed her hairbrush onto her bed and slowly made her way to the tent's enterance.

Silis opened the tent and peered out into the clearing, seeing the group of humans gathered around each other a low purr rose in her throat. She loved to go over by the humans. She didn't really seem to be liked much among them, but she enjoyed hanging around them, mostly to frighten them. The werecat slowly strolled of where the Varden men were and looked at what they were staring at. The Urgals. Silis didn't really have a problem with them, for they seemed like good creatures at heart. It's not their fault they were born with the personality of their kind.

[Merril]

(I figure it will be alright for me to npc some characters. If not, I'll ask Rhaxta to do it.)

As the pack of Urgals came to the tent, Nar Garzhvog let out a howl, alerting the guards as to their presence. The horned hulks milled for a short while before the six men uncrossed their spears and opened the flaps of the tent, shedding a warm glow on the rams.

Opening the cage, Nar Ahrun reached in and roughly grasped Hyperion by the collar of iron that his men had placed around the Rider's neck. With a powerful heave, he wrenched Hyperion from his seat, dragging him into the tent.

The man was bound thoroughly, in part by iron, and in part by magic. Something that the She-Elf had done stopped him from opening his mouth, and his mind was not the sharp instrument he was used to using. Everything was a blur, as though she had inserted a haze into his consciousness, hiding his magic from him. What trick she had used, he did not know.

The Urgals crowded in and took places around the edges of the tent, facing the large dais that had been placed at the back of the structure. Gathered there sat King Orrin of Surda, King Orik of the Dwarves, and a lithe male elf, representing Islanzadi. Of course, even with Hyperion subdued, Eragon and Nasuada had decided, with the help of their advisors, that it would be too dangerous for them to attend.

Nar Ahrun stood close to the fallen Rider, driving him to the center of the floor and forcing him to his knees. He barked out in his strongest voice.

"Tribe Andaruk brings Hyperion, rider of dragons, killer of dragons, Urgals, Elves, and Men."

Of course, had the Urgals had their way, they would have simply killed the traitor. However, Nasuada's emmisary had intervened, demanding that he have a fair trial. The silver-haired man raised his eyes defiantly, awaiting judgement.

[Kathena]

Silis was kind of confused when the humans continued to stare at the Urgals. They usually would have lost interest by now. The short humanoid tilted her head curiously, her emerald green eyes staring at the closed tent. She knew she was not allowed into the tent, but she wanted to know what was going on. Could I slip in as a cat? She asked herself. She could easily take out the guards, but she on their side, and the Urgals and Nasuada would be alarmed by their fall and she would get in alot of trouble. Or I could of course just sneak to the back of the tent and listen. It's not like she would tell someone what she had overheard. It wasn't like she would care if they got so mad that they kicked her out. They could use her help, although it wasn't much, and she could take down multiple soldiers quickly. Claws and teeth can become of great use at times. Grinning as she stopped pondering on her idea, she quickly raced back to her tent.

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A large black cat slipped out of Silis's tent blinking before glancing around. Silis quickly licked her right, front paw before setting it down again. She didn't mean to interfer... Never mind, that would be lying. She was more than eager to hear what they were talking about, weither it was her business or not. I vow to myself, that if I hear anything I will never speak a word of it. Also, I will try to block it in my mind so that if anyone interfers with my mind they shall not know. She thought. After all, she had been living with an elf that could do magic her whole life. She had learned a thing or two after awhile.

A tiny gust of wind blew her fur as she stalked to the clearing. She padded around the people and continued to go past the enterance of the tent, keeping a good distance away from the guards. She walked along the bushes for who could see a pitch black cat at night? She supposed some people could, but much humans can not. The werecat made her way around the tent and to the back. She didn't lean up againest the tent, in fear of someone seeing her, but she didn't sit farely close to it. Silis pricked her ears in order to hear more. She sat there for a moment, and they only thing she picked up was the title of an Empire rider. Really? How could they catch him? She asked herself curiously.

[Rhaxta]

Jörmundur ran through the dark towards the camp; as fast as his newly aquired limp would carry him. His lungs seared with every breath and a great thirst was still scorching the back of his throat. He had intended to seek out some water at least, before any of the council or the leaders converged to meet; however with the ...news Eragon had braught, all but the neccessity of oxygen was forgotten.

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((You can use any NPC you like Merril, to help move things along. I hope you don't mind if I hoik this one for a little while though...If it isn't cool let me know and I shall edit. :]))

The lithe male elf sneered somewhat contemptuously at the bound rider before him. The elf had an impressive mask, yet behind his eyes his mind roiled, full of fear and hate. He, like most elves, had a degree of loathing specially saved for this kind of traitor. How they could even think to use dragons against them- they had made the magics that made the riders possible!

That the humans; and even dragons themselves could allow themselves to be manipulated so, it went against the very magic in their blood! The beasts should know better than to serve under the likes of this. Humans were no better, in his mind, the late additions to the soul-bound party between their races. The thought made his blood boil.

''Well, as Nasuada and Shadeslayer cannot be here, I suppose the right to the trial must be given to the Lady Ary-''.

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Jormundur had just blundered into the tent, nearly falling over a gorgeous black cat as he pushed his way through the flaps. He stumbled onto his wounded leg to avoid hurting the animal, yet nearly fell to the earth in a heap.

A brief hiss escaped between his teeth before he cast his eyes upward once more.

''Sires, I am sorry to have interrupted so. Nasuada has urgent news; for all of you..'' Jormundur trailed off as his eyes fell upon the male elf that had been speaking.
''That is to say; for Arya, King Orik and Nar Gharzvog. Blodgharm and his spellcasters have found a suitable cell for the rider, they are checking for traps now. They have assured me it should be secure enough for..him''.

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The male elf sneered somewhat at this, yet he buried his hissing retort as he saw the expression on Jormundur's face. His foul mood softened somewhat. He might be human, but had had the pleasure of his company about the camp often enough, and Jormundur was one of the brighter ones. Usually it eas easy to read Jormundurs expression, but at the moment his grey eyes were bright and his face was a mask covering...what? A strange mixture of fear and elation. Almost like he didn't wish to believe something.


((Would you guys mind leaving the trial till later? As I imagine Eragon and the other riders would be big players in that - plus we need Merril back as I do not know any more details beyond that. DO you guys fancy RPing the whole Eragon telling Nasuada and all about the eggs he found or what? ))

[Glaeran]

The humid air suffocated Glaeran as he flew forward. The last time he had stopped was when Zander had told him where they needed to go. That was at the edge of the Hadarac. Murtagh had told his rider to seek Arya and Eragon for help with training. Why do we travel so fast, young one? he asked.
Zander smiled at the question as he spurred Nightflame on. He had never been so ecstatic before, except for when Glaeran hatched for him. Now they were going to train, two months later. Zander would stay Neutral until he decided who needed his talents. Murtagh had even said that Eragon had been the same way, until he met Arya that is. We need to find Eragon before the soldiers catch up to us. There had been a magician with them when Zander and Glaeran encountered them.
The lights of a camp shone like a beacon. All Zander had to do was ride. Nightflame burst forth into the light right behind Glaeran, who landed. A group of guards aimed bows at Glaeran. Eka ai fricai un Shur'tugal Zander said as he raised his right hand, the one with his gedwey ignasia.

[Rhaxta]

((Sorry ghostflames this thread is kind of dead Tell you what, if you start a new 'thread' near Belatona I will join in. :]))