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Post by Glaeran on Apr 2, 2012 14:52:47 GMT -5
Zander smiled grimly and said If i have to choose, my side is the Varden. They may have acquired this town through battle, yet this is another battle. Now you know me and should you choose to continue, I will die, yet there are many others to fight for the Varden. Zander dodged a rock as it came at him. It still hit him in the leg though as Zander saw Amanes. He was grasping for some help anywhere. Amanes, can you help me out over here? Murtagh is strong and ready to kill me. Zander sidestepped another warrior as he charged forward, yet the effects of the magic were already slowing Zander down.
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Hetrand moved out of the shadows and saw several small skirmishes and then he saw a rider and an elf. He also saw Zander moving increasingly slow while the Empire rider moved with inhuman speed. Choosing to fight on, Quickblade ran on light feet toward the Empire rider's back. Maybe some help would come eventually. Quickblade slashed with Air and Light at the same time.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 2, 2012 18:34:29 GMT -5
Murtagh sighed Zander was no match for him. He was contemplating killing him or trying to capture him. The need for Empire riders was less dire and he hadn't been given an order regarding the Varden riders or sympathizers, just the mission. "Then you'll die," he said to Zander.
In that same moment he felt a slight drain of energy as Hetrand's blades hit his wards. The drain was so minor he barely noticed. With an almost instant reaction he turned and attempted to stab the man all the way through with Zar'oc, before ripping the blade back to slash at Zander. He wasn't about to let anyone harm him, and he had no hesitation is trying to kill them. That was one thing that bothered his half brother Eragon about him.
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Post by Kiara on Apr 3, 2012 9:56:59 GMT -5
Leliah looked at him surprised; She looked him in the eye. “Y-You would fight me?” She asked, through gritted teeth. “Hand me in, I might find something useful.” She looked down at her shoes; Holding her hands behind her back willingly.
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I sense something; something with my rider’s blood. Amee thought; She hated being stuck inside this, this, Stone. She searched the minds of the people near her; None of them was who she hoped it would be. Amee screamed at herself for being so gullible; She was building up her hopes for nothing.
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Leliah’s eyes brimmed with tears; She was turning herself in. She looked up at Emiryal. Tears rolled down her face. She looked at Emiryal. “Take. Me. In. She said, Her voice rough.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 3, 2012 13:12:42 GMT -5
The sight of Hetrand being injured surprised Zander and made him want to murder Murtagh. Zander swung his sword and then tried to trip his enemy. Using magic was an extreme risk that had to be taken. Using the energy from a couple trees nearby, Zander pushed Hetrand back before the sword could impale him. It was still going to cut him, just not kill him. I will gladly die to save these innocent civilians. Now you will fight.
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Hetrand felt the blade of Zar'roc cut into his torso as his swords were deflected. It hurt and made him nearly faint.
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Glaeran flew up and felt Thorn rip at his flank. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep ahead of the larger dragon. The thoughts of all the civilians were overwhelming and Glaeran heard Zander call for Amanes's help.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 5, 2012 13:00:51 GMT -5
Emiryal sighed but didn't back down from engaging Leliah. His actions answered her question enough. Yes he would fight her but not willingly. He didn't have much choice in the matter. "I'm so sorry," he whispered to her. He reached for her weapons and gave them to the remaining Empire horseman.
He sheathed his sword before he bound her hands. He was gentle and didn't let the rope cut into her skin but at the same time he made sure she couldn't escape. Once he tied her hands he turned her towards him. Tears were in his eyes. "Forgive me," he said. "Hljödhr hugin." It was a spell to suppress her magic ability. Later poisons would do the same thing to ensure her imprisonment.
Then he lifted her up onto the horse and the horseman turned and rode off with her where he'd put her with the rest of the prisoners.
[ do you want to do another thread with them after the battle? ]
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Murtagh easily avoided the trip and the attack with inhuman speed. Moving back to avoid it left him out of range of striking at Zander. So instead he reached for his magic, "Brisingr!" A jet of fire erupted in his palm and shot towards Zander.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 5, 2012 13:18:36 GMT -5
Zander saw the fire coming at him, yet there was still almost no way to avoid the death. If he was going to live, it would take some serious help from magic, and that would end up killing him in the end. Zander gave up resolutely walked toward the searing flames. Since all that could happen was killing himself, it was just running from the inevitable if he evaded Murtagh's attack. At the last second, out of pure reflex, Zander raised New Leaf. The sword was a gift to him, one meant to help him in the war. The fire hit the blade of the sword and split, almost as if this was what it was meant to protect from.
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Glaeran struggled up the sloping walls. The pain of continuously flying was wearing him down. All that would happen, is that they would die. Every thought and impression he had ever felt, they all returned to Glaeran as he turned around and faced Thorn. No more would a dragon, young and strong, run and hide.
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Post by Kiara on Apr 6, 2012 2:19:43 GMT -5
[Sure, BTW posts will be short. I'm on an iPod touch]
Leliah cursed under her breath, She let out a silent snarl as her hands were bound. She was going in willingly, she smiled at Emiryal for being gentle with her.
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Amee cursed herself for being so stupid, She felt a familiar mind nearby, and getting closer. She reached out and touched it's mind, It was Leliah! She then touched Emiryal's mind; Askinh him why Leliah was here. "Emiryal!" Her voice boomed in his mind, Why on earth is my Rider's next of kin here! She enquired, anger and confusion showing in her voice.
OOC: Rhax, posts aren't long because it's hard to type on an iPod touch. Sorry!
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Post by Kathena on Apr 7, 2012 11:09:08 GMT -5
Amanes blinked in confusion when she heard Zander. Her? Fight Murtagh? She would probably die in the process. She could still feel the faint bound with Nystia, but she knew she wouldn't be able to reach her dragon if she joined the battle. Amanes![/ Nystia spoke in a destressed voice. Be careful ok? I don't want to die just because your going to get yourself killed. The hatchling snorted. Amanes laughed quietly.
I promise, Nystia. Just pay attention to Silis and I'll be back soon. Amanes replied. She heard Nystia sigh, but the elf didn't reply. She just walked over to the battle. breaking the connection.
Then she reached her mind out and contacted Zander. I will help you, but you know I can't do much with only a hatchling. Amanes replied as she reached the city. She spotted Murtagh and Zander, but kept her distantance. She didn't feel like fighting at the moment, but she kenw she would have to do it anyways.
"Hey, Murtagh!" Amanes shouted as she gripped her sword. Her chocolate brown eyes showed no fear, but she knew inside that she was very, very stupid.
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Sythlern watched Lyrian from the sky. His rider had requested to fight on the ground while Sythlern flew overheard. It took everything the silver dragon had not to scream 'fool' at the rider. The young dragon chuckled as he flapped his large wings. Let's just hope you don't die. He said to Lyrian with a grin.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 7, 2012 22:10:30 GMT -5
[@kiara: Alright I'll make a new thread and PM you the link. Or you can find it. It will be in Dras-Leona.]
Emiryal couldn't bring himself to smile at Leliah, he was in misery at having to do this. He waited until the horseman turned and left with her before heading back to the city to rejoin Firern.
He paused when another mind brushed him. He immediately pulled up his defenses but he was too late. Leliah had been enough of a distraction he had failed to put up proper defenses.
Lucky for him it wasn't an attack. "Your Rider's kin? Who are--" he started to ask when Carimiev interrupted his question with a whirl wind of images. It was the way he preferred to communicate. Emiryal instantly understood who Amee was. "Not by my choice," he growled to Amee. "She's here because she sides with the Varden and because I was ordered to capture prisoners. I'm sorry there is nothing I can do."
He still had unanswered questions about Amee. Like where was she and who's side was she on. Was she on the side of those Elduari who had been broken to serve the Empire? He had never met her before.
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Firern flew but just below Sythlern and crashed into a building. The Varden had managed to get one of their catapults loaded and had hit him with a large bolder. The rock had smashed into his wing breaking it. The result was his crash landing. He lay motionless for a moment in the wreckage, but time was not a luxury. He scrambled to his feet despite the pain. Varden soldiers were rushing towards him!
He was trapped within the city now. He couldn't fly over the walls to retreat and the gate was to far away. Sythlern, help me!" he called out to the younger dragon. It seemed undignified but he didn't want to die nor leave his Rider behind. He felt Emiryal's fear growing for him, but his Rider was outside the city and wouldn't be able to get to him easily no quickly.
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Murtagh was only mildly surprised when the flames avoided Zander. What did surprise him though that it wasn't Zander who had blocked the flames but the sword. The sword had to draw energy from something, was it from Zander or perhaps something else? Surely the blade couldn't protect him from stronger spells, such as the one that had killed the dwarven king. Before he could ponder on it much his thoughts were interrupted by Amanes shout.
He laughed all he was doing here was buying time for capturing prisoners and retrieving the vital information. He saw neither Zander nor Amanes as any threat to himself. And yet because they were not a threat he didn't really want to kill them....well more accurately it had been Thorn's request that he not. It was Thorn's reasoning that often stopped him from more bloodshed.
"Knifr jierda," he said directing Amanes blade to break into three separate pieces. "You don't think you really stand any chance against me do you?" he said mockingly. "Why don't you send someone to fight me who might stand a chance. How about my brother. Where is Eragon?"
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Thorn followed in close pursuit like a falcon against a sparrow who knew there was only one way the chase would end, in the death of the sparrow. The flying hadn't really tired him, and the Eldunari gave him strength. He didn't stop but slammed himself into Glaeran. He tried to pin the smaller dragon's wings down while clawing his belly with his hind claws. It was a maneuver that Shurkian had used on him more than once during practice sessions.
A few of the Eldunari he and Murtagh had threw their minds against Glaeran. Not to over take his mind and control him but to open a channel for Thorn to speak with the other dragon. This way allowed Thorn to focus on the fight instead of both mental and physical fighting. Surrender hatchling and we'll let you and your rider live, he said in a deep yet musical voice.
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Post by Kathena on Apr 8, 2012 18:50:36 GMT -5
Amanes glared at Murtagh as dropped the remains of her broken sword. She brushed her dirty blond hair out of her face and folded her arms. She regretted not trying to find another weapon, but it seemed she had nothing to loose.
"Why is it any of your bussiness what I think?" The elf replied with a calm, but serious tone. "Besides, if you were really interested in fighting with battle you would us us right now. I mean, why not? You would get two dragons out of your way."
Amanes watched Nurtagh and snorted silently. She was searching through her mind for a way to fight Murtagh. Her sword, the one that she got in Elsamera, was destroyed. The thought made her eyes blaze angrily. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. Magic! That was the only weapon she had left. But he has wards, doesn't he? She asked herself. Oh well. That was the best chance she had.
Amanes clutched her right fist as she brushed her hair out of her face with her left hand. She hated her hair. She would have cutted it off long ago, but her mother would have probably killed her for it. 'Your hair is beautiful!' Her mother had argued. The elf's hard expression softened as she thought of her mother. She had loved her mother, but either way she hated her hair.
Then Amanes looked back at Murtagh, trying not it get distracted from the battle anymore then she already was.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 9, 2012 23:21:22 GMT -5
Murtagh waved a hand dismissively. No it wasn't his business to know what she thought, but then again he didn't really care if she had answered his question or not. He hadn't really expected her to anyways.
Her final words surprised him two dragons? He knew of Zander's dragon as Thorn was engaged at that very moment with him. The Empire's intelligence knew of the few new young riders but Amanes name had eluded the informants. "Dragons? Then where is your dragon? Prove it elf," he said. He expected her to either show him her gedwëy ignasia or say it in the ancient language. If she were a rider then she was more valuable to capture than kill.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 10, 2012 8:46:19 GMT -5
Glaeran had been expecting Thorn to slow down at least. Yet, when the attack came from Thorn, Glaeran did the exact opposite of surrendering. It was the duty of these warriors and riders to protect the Varden. As a dragon of a rider, Glaeran stood firm and attacked just as violently. He may have not trained with older dragons, yet he had seen Saphira train and that gave him some ideas of how to fight. Glaeran replied. Dragons do not surrender. I am no different than you were when you were first hatched. Why would I die in vain because I surrendered to have these people killed?
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Zander smiled grimly, for Murtagh had been distracted slightly. Still weary, Zander said to Amanes I am weakening from the fights that are going on. Any amount of help will benefit. Just don't die today because then I will have to fight until I either avenge you or die myself. Zander swung New Leaf with less than human speed as he took his other sword and tossed it to Amanes.
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Hetrand faded into the dark halls of sleep and restoration. The pain stayed with him as he attempted to wake up. It was not time for sleep for the only thing that would happen is he would die with the other warriors.
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Post by Kathena on Apr 11, 2012 19:19:43 GMT -5
Amanes caught the sword and flashed Zander a grateful smile. Then she answered Zander. I don't plan to die. Not today. And don't you die either, alright? I don't need a reason to want revenge. She observed the sword for a quick second before smiling once more. And thanks for letting me borrow your sword.
Then she turned her gaze to Murtagh and her expression hardened. She wanted to swing the sword at him right then, but then he would have never gotten a reply. Her mother had told her it was rude to keep someone waiting for an answer. She was going to make an irritated thought about that memory, but she stopped herself. There was no point. No point in not wanting to remember something that would be good in a long run.
"Why would I put her in danger? And how could prove it? She is only a hatchling after all, and therefor she could not join us here." Amanes said with a small shrug. "Besides, it doesn't really matter. It's safer for her this way, and no one cares enough to want to kill her."
The elf quickly sent the thought away. She didn't want to think about Nystia. She didn't want to wonder how the young dragon was doing back at camp. Besides, she shouldn't had even told Murtagh that much about Nystia. At least she didn't say the dragon was at camp. Hopefully safe, and eager to hear how the battle went when she returned...
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 12, 2012 8:43:00 GMT -5
Zander was taken back when Amanes told him not to die. This was not a plan and yet he still hadn't believed anyone actually cared. All that could officially happen now was the death of Murtagh and Thorn. I shall not die as there is too much that must be completed before I too die in the future. Zander smiled with more warmth and happiness when Amanes caught the sword. There was no reason why he should fight with a blade and she with only magic.
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Glaeran flew forward after executing a semi-perfect evasive move. Thorn would not kill him when Zander still needed help from him. With no ability to breathe fire, Glaeran was useless in that area, yet he could still smash, slash, and bite. The things could help win the fight or help lose the fight. All that the young dragon could think was that Amanes had shown up to help Zander. Now he could fight without the dragon's help.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 19, 2012 1:02:27 GMT -5
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Glaeran's attack had managed to get through his defenses in a few places, leaving gashes but none were life threatening. His larger size made it harder to turn as tightly as Glaeran but he made up for that in tactics.
A flood of anger was Thorn's response to Glaeran's words. Then you are foolish. Would you not surrender to save your rider's life? Besides surrender does not mean death. His anger wasn't fully because the smaller dragon refused to surrender it was the fact that he had brought up his own past that he hated. As a hatching he had little choice. It was die and leave Murtagh alone in the world or surrender and live.
He didn't wait for a response before unleashing an inferno of hot red flames toward Glaeran.
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Murtagh didn't give much attention to Hetrand. Though that wasn't to say he wasn't aware of the man. He just saw him of little threat and easily disposed if needed.
He rolled his eyes at Amanes answer. "Out of all people you think I'd expect you to put your dragon in danger? I may not be on your side but I am a Shur'tugal. Besides you and your dragon would be of much more use to the Empire alive than dead," he said. He glanced at Zander. Without his blade maybe he could burn him now.
He continued to speak with Amanes though. "I don't mean to show her to me. I meant prove it in the only other way you can," he said. He moved Zar'oc to his right hand and held up his left, exposing his palm and the silvery gedwëy ignasia. If she showed him her gedwëy ignasia her claim was undeniable. |
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Post by Kathena on Apr 24, 2012 17:11:09 GMT -5
Amanes glanced at Zander for a moment. Good. There is no reason for anyone to die, not yet. She replied to Zander. Then she flashed him a quick smile before returning her gaze to Murtagh.
Amanes watched Murtagh as she thought about what he said. She slightly believed that he wouldn't hurt Nystia, but at the same time she had promised herself thatshe would not trust a member of the Empire. The elf observed him for a moment before focusing on listening once more.
When Amanes saw Murtagh's gedwey ignasia her grip on Zander's sword tightened. She did not want to show him her gedwey ignasia at all. Not because she didn't want him to believe her, for she didn't care if he believed her or not. She simply had a terrible feeling about it. Why should she obey someone high up in the enemy rankings?
The elf took a deep breathe through her nose before glancing down at the sword in her right hand. She had first touched Nystia with her right hand, because it was her dominate hand. She slowly grabbed the sword with her left hand and clutched it tightly. Then she lifted her right hand, revealing her silvery gedwey ignasia.
"I honestly don't understand why you care if I prove it or not, but here," Amanes said with an impatient tone.
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Lyrian walked through the streets of Belatona while Sythlern watched him from above. He saw no reason to go off and search for someone to find. The young, silver dragon hovered about 30-50 feet above the ground and let out a huge yawn.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 26, 2012 9:32:46 GMT -5
(Zander gave Amanes his normal sword, not New Leaf.)
Zander saw the smile and realized that there was a strange knot in his stomach. It had been there many times before, and it usually meant that he was worried. But why he was worried now, Zander could not place. He looked at Amanes and Murtagh.
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Post by Rhaxta on Apr 26, 2012 11:38:59 GMT -5
''Here, somewhere.....Maybe..? Shh, no. It won't be.'' A stream of muffled curses rolled down the alleyway in a lethargic manner. The night was hot and after the solid days bake the rocks - for Belatona was mostly rock - of the city radiated the suns recycled heat like a great living thing.
In her somewhat heightened state of mind - a year or two on her own with nothing but nature (if she had known better she would understand it was very similar to a life the elven trainers promote for their riders and magic-users) she could feel the ebb of the city.
Rhaxta's first experience of large crowds was the battle of Belatona- since then she had been somewhat jittery in the city of people and light - but now she saw the rolling stonescape as a mineral forest. It's own life and flow and..pulse.
Having attuned herself, Rhaxta had sensed a vaguely familliar and worrying presence. That was about thirty minutes ago. Now she was in an alley on the very outskirts of Belatona's wall, snuffling about in the dark like a bloodhound in the bushes.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She didn't really open her mind- her defenses were still up and ready - she simply tried to improve how she viewed her metaphorical surroundings from within. There were always suprising clues that you could sense a mile away that told you someone - or something - had been on the roof above her five minutes ago and used magic.
Or a kind of magic. The pallour of shade magic seeped down from above with such intensity Rhaxta could practically smell it. Rhaxta gave a short grunt and with suprising grace for one of her short and curvy stature she threw herself up against the wall and scuttled up before rebounding and landing with the tips of her fingers on the edge of the roof. She grimaced as a sharpened pigeon deterrent cut into her fingers.
That was one thing you didn't have to worry about in a real forest, glass and sharp metal bits. Only human-sharp things sliced, natural sharpness cutt and chewed and stung. With slightly less grace Rhaxta got her feet onto the rooftop and remained crouched as she scanned her surroundings.
Gone, again. She was so intent in her search, Rhaxta did not notice the great display of aerial combat until the numberous jettisons of fire lit up Belatona, displaying the wreckage of a collapsed tower.
Rhaxta paled as a thought dawned on her - a shade and now dragons. The shade had come into and gone around the city causing no disturbance she could see.
She turned and threw herself off the roof and back onto the wall, run-climbing as swiftly as she could toward the closest tower. There were a few near-falls but Rhaxta had developed a kind of clumsy free-running which looked impressive, but she was holding onto control with the very tips of her fingers throughout - if she thought about it too much she would fall.
Rhaxta tumbled in through the arrow-slit - or at least part way. Her head and shoulders made it through but there was a sudden jolt as her chest was crammed painfully against the rock.
Usually in this situation Rhaxta would have cursed - loudly - yet the sight of the twisted, charred corpses within the tower where the lookouts should have been made her stop still for a moment before hastily backing out of the tower and over the wall.
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Freki flew low over Belatona - she had rolled herself in mud to prevent her scales from reflecting the fires - she was watching big-red Thorn chase a small-copper serpent. She yawned with great expanse; hanging over the city had it's advantages. The heat of the combined flames of torches and fire pits against her oversized wings could keep her aloft without any effort from her. If only..
Vulnar lurched again, in the opposite direction to the way he threw himself in the saddle five seconds ago.
'Kvisa has moved away - I'm tempted to give you free reign to start tearing apart buildings to search for...the other.'
Freki's head bobbed up at the mention destruction; a little bit for mention of the witch-mage Rhaxta. She certainly owed her a bit - the injuries she susained from their last encounter had taken ages to heal even with magic and had really hurt.
Vulnar had been furious, Freki had been almost scared. Something strange had happened, something to do with many eldunari and this witch-elf. Since then, Vulnar had been obsessed with obtaining her to find out what it was. She thought it was none of her buisness that he hadn't mentioned his plan to capture her to the king.
Her eyes flashed as she caught a glimpse of hair like spun-gold heading over the wall. She was debating whether or not to actually tell Vulnar when he released an elated cry that filled her with dread.
''That was her! I'm sure of it!! Freki, over the wall toward the others! NOW!'
Freki made a small and irritated bubbling noise before twisting in the air and flying toward the fight.
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((Any other empire rider wanna make a go of catching Rhax before Vulnar gets her? x] ))
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Post by aero on Apr 26, 2012 13:01:02 GMT -5
Orion
Ellipsing over the battle of Belatona under the coverage of a cloud, he scanned the city precisely. Aramis scouted waging battles and pressed against Orion's mind in an attempt to join the chaos. He frowned nonchalantly, using his connection with Aramis to view the city in better detail. The use of a dragon eye.
He noticed a dragon the beautiful color of rubies tailing another dragon and a man on his dragon as well. He wondered how many dragons were gathered together at this place. He did not even know that there were this much dragons. Especially in one place!
He nodded down to Aramis and he bared his carnissals in a toothy grin, and he dove down at an angle. His translucent wings clapping together, forming a sound as if he were directly in the middle of an epic tempest. Orion held on to the spike that ebbed from his back with dear life, the straps around his legs keeping him from plunging to his death. With the speed at which they had descended in altitude and were now level with the buildings of Belatona. It had been so long since he had actually been in a town, not there to trade something stolen then retreat back into the Spine.
He couldn't depend on stealth because of the obvious route of Aramis. He built up ruthless speed and prepared to go on the offense when he noticed something golden that they had passed. Orion instructed Aramis to turn around and he did. With his massive orange wings collecting the air on the sharp turn, and quickly allowing it passage to leave with a strong downdraft. A mighty clap rolled from his wings that were greatly exceeded the others in volume. This was a futile mission. He didn't know if it were all empire riders on dragon back or the lesser. Orion felt as if the mission were suicidal but Aramis veered on, flying towards the sound of battle.
"Aramis, turn around. The mission is futile. We'll only end up getting ourselves slaughtered. What if the empire rider's out number us 1 to 10 and we' end up perishing before we've even accomplished a feat that well allow us to stand out from the rest as dragon and rider". He touched Aramis' mind with his own and said those things through their mind connection, their empathy, and his velocity slowly began to dwindle. He turned, and shifted through the buildings like the giant serpent that he was, scourging the city for anything that Orion might find useful. Gold or even bronze or anything worth any kind of currency. He spotted something gold on top of a building from the gleam of the sun, and Aramis elevated without him even telling him to.
He noticed a waterfall of gold hair shimmering in the wind, as it went. The person that the hair belonged to was vaulting from building to building. With uncanny athletic movements, that were filled with such grace that Orion felt as if he should pay some kind of currency to even be allowed to look at. Aramis flew behind her, with slow, steady beats of the wings.
"Hello, out of curiosity I ask this. Who is over this siege?" It was a direct question and he hoped that it would get answered. As he came closer, he noticed the slightly slanted eyes and the pointed ears and realized that he was dealing with an elf. He knew it had to have been something to have been moving as efficiently as she did.
Aramis
Wings clapping together soundlessly in the wind, he hid behind the coverage of a cloud, scouting Belatona. He was sick of hiding like a hatchling. Every time he attempted to ask Orion if they could fight he declined his question every time.
"Orion, battle wages beneath us and here we are, hiding like seething hatchlings. We should be down there fighting, not scouting from the skies. I guarantee you that I can take anyone down there".
"Aramis, alright. The only thing that you have ever penetrated with teeth or claw were defenseless animals in the forest. We are discussing your own kind here and you believe that you can defeat anyone. Sure, you've killed some soldiers but they weren't trained to know where you soft spots were where a spear could easily penetrate. That is why we are scouting. I do not wish that my brother-and-dragon were hurt. But, if you wish to proceed you can. I cannot stop you for you have control over your own body".
That was all he needed to here, he vaulted from behind the cloud, his wings collecting air and creating the horrendous thunderhead sound whenever he brought them back. He maybe should've just glided the whole way, but he had been pinned up behind the cloud and had to be immobile for so long that he resorted to flying the whole way. He soared in between the buildings, lacing his wings out, gliding on the air.
He sniffed ravenously, following the thick pungent pheromone of dragon. He reeled and turned his way in between the tall structures of cemented buildings, trying his best not to crash into anything. He moved with such grace that he snaked his way through the buildings as a serpent would a simple passageway through the grass.
"Aramis, turn around. The mission is futile. We're most likely outnumbered 1 to 10. Turn back". He allowed his disappointment to to sway into Orion's mind because of the mind connection but he nonchalantly turned around. He scourged the city instead, attempting to find anything useful as to trade in for meat for Orion as they high-tailed their way back like cowards.
"Why must we flee at the first sign of trouble, Orion? We are dragon and rider, we have to prove ourselves one day. Yet, we flee at the first wake of danger".
There was some venom in his words and he felt Orion's crossed emotions from their bond. He frowned upon himself for talking to Orion in such a manner but he had to hear it sooner or later. He scanned the city with his eyes and found a waterfall of gold and then it disappeared. He elevated himself on a gust of wind and rose level with the house. An elf woman ran across the roofs with such grace and athleticism. He couldn't do anything but watch.
He followed her because Orion instructed him to as he attempted to began a conversation between the two.
][[OOC: Sorry, I couldn't answer again in the Intro. Don't know why. But, um, he's probably going to side with the Varden. Or, attempt to join the Empire and try to weaken it from the inside. Don't really know yet. I'm going to finish Aramis' part later.". ]]]
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 26, 2012 14:58:03 GMT -5
Zander noticed another rider and dragon appear from behind a cloud. If he could possibly get them to help as well, then they might stand a chance. Oh great hunter of the air, I am Alexander of Teirm. I am a rider and request that you aid us in our fight. Myself and my fellow rider, Amanes, are having trouble holding off an army and several Empire riders. Please join us in this valiant cause to save Alagaesia from this tyranny. Zander directed the conversation to Orion and Aramis. Quickly casting a few thoughts toward Glaeran about the new dragon and rider, Zander rejoined the fight. As fast as humanly possible, Zander swung his leg out while ducking to the ground and spinning. If he could, Zander wanted to have Murtagh fall to the ground.
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Glaeran noticed the thoughts from Zander and acknowledged them. At least some other riders were nearby. I did not mean to cause pain or discomfort mentally. The only thing I go toward in my life is to help this country live without the tyranny that attacked you at a young age. Let Zander and I help you and Murtagh. We could help[ in any way that you would like. Just allow us to try. Glaeran tried to reason with his assailant while evading more attacks and taking more wounds to the sides. If this was going to end, it needed to end soon.
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