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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Apr 29, 2012 1:16:25 GMT -5
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Glaeran's words did nothing to soothe Thorn's anguish. His emotions were raw and deep and only Murtagh understood him deeply enough to condole him. You cannot help us, no one can. We are but eternal slaves to his majesty, Galbatorix, he growled. This conversation reminded him much of the one Murtagh and he had with Eragon and Saphira in one of the battles. The only way they could be free was by changing their true name, but doing so was easier said than done. Thorn suddenly turned sharply away from Galeran so he could swing his tail at the smaller dragon and hopefully break a his wing in the process from the force of the blow.
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Murtagh made no move to attack anyone as Amanes shoed him her gedwey ignasia. If anything it confirmed what the Empire had suspected that the Varden did have new riders. "Now that wasn't too painful was it," he said mockingly. And replaced Zar'oc to his left hand. His expression changed though to something of compassion though. "Guard your dragon well. If my soldiers find her they will not show her any mercy. She and you are a threat to us," he said. His words were partially directed at Zander as well.
He had not spoken the warning to trick her into running back to her dragon but as one dragon rider to another in hopes that she would never endure the pain he and Thorn had at the hands of Galbatorix.
Murtagh grunted in surprise as Zander's attack knocked him to the ground. He had been distracted by the conversation with Amanes. Had he not been distracted he would have been able to avoid it. He's expression turned to rage.
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Post by Kathena on Apr 29, 2012 12:28:24 GMT -5
Amanes
Amanes glanced from Zander to Murtagh. With a sigh, she looked at Murtagh. "Thank you for the advice," she spoke softly. Then she turned her gaze to the sword in her hands. She didn't want to attack him. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt anyone at all. She thought from another moment before watching Murtagh's expression turn to rage. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you join the Empire, Murtagh?" The elf asked, trying to hide the curiosity in her voice.
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Sythlern
Sythlern's head turned as he spotted a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. Another rider! A small grin flashed on his face as the silver dragon turned his attention to his own rider. Lyrian, there is another dragon rider here. Do you want to try and fight him? It's not like we have anything better to do. Sythlern asked.
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Lyrian
Lyrian paused as he heard Sythlern's voice in his head. He glanced down at his sword before nodding and giving a short reply, Sure. The blonde haired rider looked up to see where Sythlern was, but his dragon was no where in sight. He blinked in confusion before a low chuckle was let out behind him.
You know I can walk, right? Sythlern said in a mocking voice. Lyrian's shocked expression hardened. "That was so not funny." He grumbled as he walked towards Sythlern.
It was to me. The young silver dragon replied with a grin.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 30, 2012 10:53:21 GMT -5
Zander acknowledged the change in Murtagh's gaze. If Amanes was hurt, he would probably end up killing Murtagh. The strange feelings grew inside Zander. Why did they distract him so? The attack had been successful and yet there had been a dangerous ending. Zander stood up and looked around. Don't get upset Murtagh. I just got my own hit in. he said in a sincere tone.
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Post by aero on Apr 30, 2012 13:13:54 GMT -5
He began to feel someone or something slewing his mental defenses and before he was able to place open a barrier, it was too late. He frowned, his defenses weakened, his mind opened for an enemy to see. But, apparently, this person was only seeking assistance in protecting Belatona, not attempting to steal his preserved memories and thoughts.
He had no idea what to do. Should he just leave the free-running elf and join the battle and leave the conversation so blank after he just attempted to stir it up. Hey, someone needed his help. After all, he was a rider. He instructed Aramis to drift down into the streets, and so he did.
His wings sent powerful gusts of wind as he landed, stirring up some of the dust that covered the narrow streets. He had landed behind the person that he believed contacted him, the man beside the woman,though he was not sure. On instinct, he drew the sharpened blade that held the beautiful orange gem, the color of Aramis. Aramis had placed that on there without knowing on their endeavors in the Spine one day.
He did not dismount Aramis as a precaution but he held his sword at the ready. Balanced in his hands, he held on to the spike, resembling the riders of legend as they did. He stared down at the three from Aramis's back.
He did not know how to come out with his question. He wanted to know who contacted him so he wouldn't engage in battle with the wrong one but he did not want to make the person that had contacted him resemble a coward for calling on for help. He sucked up his ego and his contacter's pride and he let it out.
"Who is in need of assistance"? He asked, replying back mentally to the one that had contacted him. He frowned, attempting to appear tough and strong as if he fought in sieges everyday but he was failing to some degree. Aramis snorted, baring his carnissals in an intimidating fashion.
Aramis chortled uncontrollably to himself at his rider's demeanor. He seemed petite in his saddle and too tense. His head seemed as if it would pop off at the slightest noise or modification in body language. Though, if something were to happen, he'd be the first to respond.
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Post by Glaeran on Apr 30, 2012 14:45:12 GMT -5
Having been distracted, Zander did not notice the contact from the rider until he had landed. Startled, Zander replied in the safety of his mind I am the one who requested help. It is I and my fellow rider, Amanes who need help. The enemy is the one with the blood red blade. His name is Murtagh and we are Varden fighting against the Empire rider.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on May 1, 2012 16:58:42 GMT -5
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Had braced himself to fend off any incoming attacks while he was vulnerable. But none came, which rather surprised him. The tone of this battle had changed from hostile to well he wasn't sure what to call it. "It was a lucky hit and will be your only one on me," he snapped. He prided himself on his fighting skills and the fact he'd allowed his guard down could've been worse. And now it seemed they showed him mercy and did not attack.
Somewhat unfortunately, he did not have the same luxury all that often. He quickly informed Thorn of the situation. A life for a life, mercy for mercy. Let them be little one, our orders are not specific in this area, we are not obligated to show no mercy. Not this time, Thorn answered. It seemed Thorn always was more concerned about others than he was. His dragon's words calmed him.
Very well Thorn, he answered. He turned his attention back to Amanes and Zander. In one smooth motion he sheathed Zar'oc. Muttering a quick spell he sprang onto a nearby roof, out of reach of any blades.
He felt compelled to answer Amanes' question before he left or did anything more. "I did not join the Empire," he answered and then hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I was born into it. I never had another choice. My father, Morzan, was the first foresworn, fate doomed me to follow in his footsteps. I have no choice other than to serve Galbatorix." |
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Post by Glaeran on May 2, 2012 14:22:10 GMT -5
Zander slid New leaf into the sheathe. He left the sword loose enough to unsheathe at a moments notice as he walked over to Amanes. The feeling continued to grow as he approached her. Finally in front of her, Zander attempted to talk to her. His first few attempts were unsuccessful, as they ended in a small choke and a stuttering. Zander took a breathe and said, Thank you for coming to my aid." He looked at her and then realized that there were too many unanswered questions that mixed in with the strange feelings of gratitude, admiration, and something akin to infatuation. Are you alright? Did you get injured or anything? Do you need any help with anything? Is your dragon alright? Can you introduce me and Glaeran to her? The questions all pour out at the same time before Zander got an answer to any of them.
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Glaeran growled low as he landed. Zander was being too obvious with his infatuation with Amanes. But Glaeran could not blame him because of the fact that Glaeran himself had been obsessing over a dragon that was way older than him. You should hold your questions AND your feelings in check, Young One. Glaeran said to both Amanes and Zander. He intentionally said it so that Amanes could hear.
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Post by Kathena on May 2, 2012 20:08:56 GMT -5
Amanes frowned slightly. That didn't seem fair at all. You couldn't choice your parents, and Amanes knew that all too well. Guilt swepped over the elf as she said thought those words. True she didn't choice her peasant elven family, but that doesn't mean she didn't love her family members. She had never known her father, and her mother had died soon after she had joined the Varden. The closest thing to family she had was her adopted sister and her friends, and only three of them in the Varden. Two of the people in the Vardenthat were kind to her never crossed paths with her. So she only had two friends and her dragon. And everytime she continued to think about her friends she wished she would have
stayed back with Nystia.
Amanes shook her head to get the thoughts away and refocused on Murtagh and Zander. "I'm sorry that happened. I don't think any of us can choice our destiny." She responded to Murtagh before turning to Zander. She listened to him and Glaeran before laughing softly.
"No, I'm fine. I'm not hurt. Although I may need to try and get a rider sword... My normal one seems destroyed." Amanes began as she glanced down at the shattered peices of her old sword. She had loved that sword, but it looked like time to get over it. She sighed before continuing. "The sword brought back too many bad memories anyway... And sure you two can meet Nystia. She's very sweet, but young, and well, kind of crazy." The elf replied with a smile.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on May 2, 2012 20:51:32 GMT -5
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He didn't need her sympathy. Sure his fate was miserable but he needed no one, no one except for Thorn. He was angry at pretty much everyone for countless things that had happened to him. As for Amanes in a way he was angry at her too, she was an elf, why hadn't the elves helped him They could've done so before the twins had captured him. They could've introduced him to Ormis and Glaedr! The old Rider could've done something, but no instead the elves had stayed silent. They could have saved him.
Instead Ormis and Glaedr were dead by his own doing, because of Galbatorix. Memeries and thoughts like this left him seething and he wanted to lash out and anything that got near him.
Overhearing Amanes comment about needing a Rider's blade. There were few if any blades to be found now, at least to any free riders. The Varden had no idea what was in Galbatorix's treasure rooms, Murtagh was one of the few that knew what it contained which included a small treasure of Rider Blades, he doubted there were any other blades around. "You won't find any Rider blades," he said tersely.
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Breaking off his attack on the smaller dragon Thorn circled around before landing next to the building Murtagh was standing on. He was much larger than the building and towered over it. Up close he was very intimidating in size as he was larger than Saphira. He passively watched Amanes and Zander and his dragon for a moment.
Murtagh, come let us go. We have other matters to attend to, he said. Murtagh glanced at him and meet his gaze.
Thorn glanced back at Glaeran and growled threateningly at the smaller dragon. Murtagh quickly lept onto his back with the aid of a spell and in a smooth motion tightened the straps on the saddle. No sooner had he done so than Thorn spread out his massive wings. The moonlight than shone through them gave everything a ruby glow before a few powerful strokes took him and Murtagh into the night sky. |
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Post by Glaeran on May 3, 2012 9:22:30 GMT -5
Zander glared at Glaeran when he realized that his dragon had been that brash and said that so that Amanes could hear him. It was kind of strange though, as the fact that Zander, a human son of an Empire lord, was in love with Amanes, an elf from Du Weldenvarden. If this were a normal life that Zander lived, he would be strung up at the gallows and killed for his feelings. He focused on Amanes again and heard her say that they could meet Nystia. Thorn landed nearby as Zander thought about replying. He finally said, You may keep that sword until we are able to get you a sword fit for a Rider. That is, if you would like to.
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Glaeran chuckled his throaty dragon-like chuckle. This was very funny. 'Tis not my fault that I speak the truth. Now just express your feelings before I have to hold you hostage until you do. he said to only Zander. Opening his mind to Amanes, he replied It would be an honor to meet your dragon. If I may, I would like to speak to her myself, without my young rider interfering. The last part was said to Zander as a threat.
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Post by Kathena on May 4, 2012 16:51:16 GMT -5
A small smile grew on Amanes lips. She found it slightly amusing when a dragon and his rider argued. She and Nystia did it all the time, and since found it funny it was hard to keep a straight face with the hatchling. At least Silis was always there to make her mood harden. She liked talking to Zander, that was another reason she smiled. What am I doing? I am an elf! I'm not suppose to like a human's company! She scowled herself in her mind when no one could hear her. The only problem was that she wasn't like most elves. She was concidered completely weird where she was from. Perhaps that was why she left Ellesmera in the first place.
"Thank you, Zander. I only hope there are any rider sword left. Murtagh grumpily said there wasn't." Amanes replied, as she thought about the Empire rider for a moment. Then she turned her head to Glaeran. "Of course you can. Although I must warn you that she us still very young, and stubborn. She might still act like a hatchling." The elf said the the dragon. And she still kind of looks like one too. She added in her mind.
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Post by Glaeran on May 7, 2012 12:58:24 GMT -5
Glaeran gave a huff as a small stream of smoke came out. I am little more than a hatchling myself Glaeran said as he looked at Zander with a twinkle in his eye. He passed on some thoughts to his rider before withdrawing completely from Amanes and as far away from Zander as possible.
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Zander thought a moment about what his dragon had said. It was the truth, Zander did have feelings for Amanes, yet she was so much older than him. Zander gave up. He said that I need to tell you. So here goes. Amanes, I have developed some feelings for you. I did not think anyone would come to help me and Glaeran in our fight against Murtagh. You were also the first person to greet me when I arrived in the walls of Belatona. I guess I should say, I think I am beginning to love you. The word love stuck in his throat for a minute before he looked down at the ground.
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Post by Kathena on May 8, 2012 20:37:14 GMT -5
Amanes watched Glaeran for a moment before turning back to Zander. As she listened to him her stomach gave a small flip. He liked her too? Thoughts swirled in her mind as she listened. He was a human and she was an elf. She was about one hundred years older then he was... Another thought was in the corner of her mind, one that she hoped would never come up again. She had once loved someone, another elf that had died awhile back. But time had healed that wound, and that elf was the last person she wanted to think about. Amanes had no idea how to respond, but she somehow managed to reply.
"I... I think I am beginning to love you too, Zander." Amanes replied in a low voice.
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Lryian sat on Sythlern's saddle, looking around. He still couldn't see anyone and there seemed to be nothing to do. The blonde haired rider glanced sown at his silver dragon. Sythlern looked just as bored as he felt.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on May 9, 2012 12:23:54 GMT -5
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Murtagh crouched low on Thorn's back as they ascended. Tightening his grip as Thorn banked to the left and headed towards Lryian and Sythlern. A sensation of vertigo gripped him as Thorn made a quick maneuver to avoid being hit by a large stone thrown by a catapult. The sensation quickly faded, he had ridden Thorn plenty of times and had complete trust in his mount.
The large crimson dragon came level with Sythlern. Murtagh looked at Lryian and then brushed against his mind. 'Lryian, it is time we leave. Our infiltration team has succeeded in gaining some information, we must help them escape the city and retreat for now,' he said. He had been contacted by the group only moments ago.
Without waiting for an answer Thorn dropped into a dive heading towards the stables near the main keep where the infiltration team waited for assistance. He could only hope the information they had obtained would be helpful to the Empire. If not Murtagh and Thorn risked paying the price for failure as they had lead this mission. |
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Post by Glaeran on May 9, 2012 12:30:50 GMT -5
Zander looked at Amanes in shock. Had he heard her right. It seemed too strange but it had to have been right. You...you do? Zander felt Glaeran press against his defenses that he had raised.
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Glaeran tried to get to Zander, since he had blocked him out. Finally prevailing, he said, You should have told her before. But it worked anyhow. You're welcome for me telling you that it would work.
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Post by Kathena on May 9, 2012 17:46:10 GMT -5
Lryian nodded at Murtagh and watched Thorn take off. He had wanted to protest, but he saw no point in it. Murtagh said that they must help the infiltration team, and Lryian would obey him even if he regretted it. The blonde rider glanced down at Sythlern. Let's follow them. He told the silver dragon mentally.
Sythlern nodded his large head before turning towards the stables. Lryian tightly his grip on the saddle as Sythlern shifted his winbgs so that they were at his side. Then he dived towards the stables after Murtagh and Thorn.
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Amanes' chocolate brown gaze glanced at the ground, but she nodded her head in response.
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Post by Glaeran on May 10, 2012 9:18:34 GMT -5
Zander watched the elven lady lower her head and then he said I did not realize that you did. All the same, I will prove that it is not an ill-placed love. He reached over and put his fingers lightly under Amanes' chin.
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Post by Kathena on May 10, 2012 21:28:41 GMT -5
Amanes glanced up a Zander and smiled. "Thank you for not telling me I'm weird... I get called that more then you would think." She replied softly.
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Lryian glanced down at Sythlern. Did you really want to fight in this battle? He asked his dragon. Lryian's blonde hair didn't seem to have gotten messed up in the wind, but he tried to fix it anyway. Sythlern blinked his sky blue in confusion at the question. Then the silver dragon nodded his large head.
((Sorry, I am on my phone so my post can not be that long. I promise to fix it later.))
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Post by Glaeran on May 11, 2012 11:35:09 GMT -5
Zander saw Amanes smile, yet it seemed like there was more to her telling him that she got called weird a lot. He didn't really know what to say, so instead he gave her a hug and then turned to see what had become of Hetrand.
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Hetrand was still fuzzy about how the battle was going when an arrow went into his throat. It was excruciatingly painful yet the pain wasn't as bad as it should have been. His arms were heavy, as if they had been filled with lead. When Hetrand looked at Zander for the last time, he saw the shock on his face. Hetrand's eyes glazed over right as he said Good bye Argetlam.
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Post by Kathena on May 11, 2012 16:37:24 GMT -5
Amanes glanced over at Hetrand as well. Her eyes widened as she saw the arrow in his throat. She had fought in this battle because she volunteered, but the truth was she hated fighting. And she only hated one thing more then the fighting of war. She hated watching people suffer. The elf was shocked at the arrow, and even though she didn't know the man she knew he was of the Varden an only one thought could go through her head.: No!
Amanes could pick up the sound of him saying goodbye with her pointed ears, but she didn't move. She didn't want to. Elves were very unreligous, but she had always thought that they were wrong, that there was some sort of god out there, but she didn't care enough to worship him/her. The elf stood frozen, staring at Hetrand. She never liked to go near someone dying or someone dead. She had once been at death's doorstep, but one of her friends had saved her in return for his own life. She was scared that who ever was out there would try to claim her own life for trying to escape death.
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Sythlern then turned away from Lryian and shifted his wing position. Then he began to dive down after Thorn. As Sythlern shifted his wing position, Lryian tightened his grip on the saddle. The silver dragon wasn't a very smooth flyer, and he didn't feel like falling off. He mentally reminded Sythlern to be careful as he leaned forward so that it would be easier to stay on. Sythlern flew down until he was level with Thorn and Murtagh and then he paused for a moment.
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