Enslaved

[Nepherion]

Uruale found it hard to maintain and keep his anger from exploding on this newcomer. The supposed prince of the elves. But even he should have known that among those that serve Galbatorix, none was no more powerful than the other. In the end it all came down to three things. Luck, skills, and the ability to think outside the box. Uruale could feel the young Eldunari on his person. The two granted him power and strength compared to that of any elf and made him feel near invincible. With a sharp snap of his wrist he pulled Reona from his scabbard and brought the rose blade out into the dim, shadow-filled space. He looked on at the man with a intense glare, while he lowered Reona to his side.

He wondered at the audacity of the man. It pissed him off that he walked in and tried to play hero, even though he himself was bound by the same oaths that they were. " Shut your dammed mouth " He said in a strained calm, that boarder on anger. " I don't need the whining of another elf in my ear. " He brought his eyes back on the shade-elf as she made her move. His body flinched slightly, though it was more of an instinctive reflex than fear. Her toxic attraction almost pulled him from his train of thought. Uruale decided it was a vile, malicious poison that seemed to weaken a beings will. He wished he had never been introduced to such a thing.

As the events transpired infront of him, Uruale was fixated on the shade-elf, just as much as he had been on Rhaxta before. Something about her seemed, intoxicating for lack of a better word. Though, he was intent on remaining a subtle distance away. His gray eyes scanned the room, forever vigilant on the actions of those around him. He knew that elves were unpredictable and more so when their pride was insulted.

But then a ear-piercing cry was heard from the shade. It quickly caught his attention, as he concluded that the same force that had lashed out at him had done the same to her and with more force than she could handle. Afterwards a rumble was heard, followed by a crash that splattered stone and rocks through the air.

Uruale raised his arm in defense as the stones battered him with bruises and cuts. The dust soon begin to clear, he caught glimpse of emerald sparkles before him. His looked closer and he took the choice of color back. For the scales were more of a deep vine green. Darker than emerald, that much he was sure. After the appearance of the dragon, Uruale felt almost compelled to call Flare in. Flare.. Come, Now. And be sure to make your appearance flashy. His thoughts hard and urgent. He kept grip onto Reona to his surprise and found the moon shining through the creaks of the holes the dragon had made. It gave the room a certain mystery that it was missing earlier.

He stood to his feet and wiping the dust and rubble from his clothing, sheathed Reona and walked over towards the elf that had been torture so thoroughly. Walking past the elf and rider - even after their question - and even ignoring the prince, he looked down on Rhaxta. His gray eyes searching her for whatever it was that they hid. Something in her was determined to keep her mind safe and locked. Something that was more powerful than any of them. With a rough and tearing touch, he gripped the woman and picked her up into his arms. He glanced towards Kvisa and Vulnar, wondering if they would object to his actions.

A smug smiled curved his lips as the beats of powerful wings begin to grow louder and louder from behind him. He lifted his chin up at them, a obvious sign of a dominate authority. " I'm most interested in this plan of yours Kvisa. " He said, tightening his grip on the shoulders and thighs of the woman. " But tell me this.." Finally lowering his chin, his smile creased out to wondering line. " What if I decide not to vow to you . Shall you attack me ? " He said, timing it just well enough, so that the crash of Flare on the stone wall outside could be heard.

As her ivory talons tore at the stone walls, Uruale had begun to reinforce the wards on him and even go so far as to place a few on the girl in his arms. Now the elf beside them had meant little to him and he had cared not for his health. A screeching sound came from above him, it reminded him of metal scraping against ground. It grew louder and louder and it became more evident that Flare was making her way into the room. When she finally burst through the side of the upper ceiling, her head surveyed the contents and lets loose a deafen roar. Depending on the answer he recieved he might have to leave with the woman... for whatever reason, she seemed the key to obtaining a power greater than Galbatorix himself.

[Brenton]

Brenton looked at the few people in the room. Out of all of them, only one posed a threat to the Prince. If they were here and not listening to reason, then there was no reason to stay calm. When Brenton reached this decision, he started to tense for a fight.

The rider, Uruale, drew his sword with a flourish but he was acting out of fear. Brenton grinned when he realized that he was striking fear into hearts. Yet the pompous rider continued to be an idiot. Suddenly the Shade started talking about power.

What do you mean power greater than Galbatorix? The shade had peaked his interest. But as they started discussing, Uruale grabbed the she-elf. His idiocy showed again. Brenton grew tired of charades.

Undbitr flashed through the air at inhuman speed as Brenton darted over to the forgotten prisoner. The bonds were severed. Now they had an unknown variable. Roaring and shaking started but Brenton was ready. Take Flare out Vaentr. Make it obvious when Flare disengages the tower. Brenton grew impatient as he waited.

I'll agree to the power shift, as long as I can be higher up in command. Brenton stalled. Suddenly Vaentr roared and prepared himself for impact, his dive aimed directly toward Flare. If he succeeded; the sounds of a fight could be heard clearly. Care to rejoin us Uruale? It appears your ride is busy. Brenton would say in triumph.

[Rhaxta]

((Careful with the auto-hitting there, flamebreathe. It counts for dragons as well. Fiddled your post a little bit so you're not if that's okay - just with hot threads gotta get it before someone replies or gets mad. :x ))


Kvisa's eyes widened with some fascination as the great rose-pink dragon tore through in Freki's wake. She stood motionless as the dragon roared, transfixed. She turned as if in a dream and her eyes fell on Uruale and remained there for a few moments, a look of distant focus. A smile twisted her pale lips and to Vulnar's suprise remained calm. Her head tilted to a side and she gazed at him with wary eagerness.

''Oh, only if you find it necessary; there is a second option..however. I would need to destroy all memories you have of this event. This goes to all of you, but you shall miss a wonderful oppertunity if I am correct..'' her honey-sweet voice laced with that dangerous malice that seemed to permeate her being. Her eyes rolled over Rhaxta, unconcious in Uruale's arms- an almost loving expression of fascination played about her face. She shrugged as if she had guessed his intentions and they did not bother her.

''This vow is only one of secrecy..there are none present that have the..skill to find what is protecting her without being destroyed. You saw it's power - and now I have felt it personally - there is no doubt in my mind..''

She trailed off, as if in daydream - leaving Vulnar to recooperate poorly from his widened eyes and open mouth; plain signs of shock and awe. Freki disguised her joy even more poorly. She gave a bugle and immediately shuffled back from the hole she left in the tower's wall, perched for a moment on thick back legs before throwing herself back. When clear her huge wings sprouted out and caught the wind. She listed momentarily before settling alight the ground directly beneath her, the heat rising and making her wings buldge with the raising air. She soared up and roared again, loud and long.

Vulnar, left alone after Freki leaving but seeming not to actually notice, spoke tentatively. ''Really?''

Kvisa ignored him pointedly, her dark silver eyes surveyed each of the rider's present until Brenton spoke. ''I mean..power greater than that at Galbatorix's disposal.'' That was enough of a hint for a guess, but not enough to be certain. Kvisa giggled gently as he demanded he be higher in command.

''You shall all be equal to each-other, unless of course you make yourselves especially useful. I am afraid neither of you can bid with that you do not have. You cannot track the force without being destroyed - I might however have a way. I will need assistance.''

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As Freki twisted out of another great swoop ready to latch back onto the tower, she saw the speeding approach of a dark-blue blurr powering down from above. She released a warning roar to Flare- a yowl more than anything- before releasing a great torrent of black-green flame directly above her, the flames and the heat heading directly into the path of the diving dragon.

[Brenton]

((Sorry Rhaxta didn't mean to auto hit))

Brenton grinned as he realized that there was a possibility of change. Yet noone except the shade would remember the events of today. How do we know this isn't a trick? If we lose our memories... The Elven Prince asked after he swore secrecy. Now was the time of truth. If this was real then cool, if not then there were always loopholes. Brenton paid attention to Vaentr while having his own conversation. At the moment Vaentr was dropping down for an attack.

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Vaentr roared again as the flames shot up toward him. It was strange how dragons defended each other even when they knew not of the situation. Vaentr dipped his left wing slightly and performed an almost perfect aerial roll to avoid the frontal assault. Quickly recovering, the massive blue dragon shot forth again. He intended to destroy the assault on Helgrind. Even if he took out multiple assailants.

[Nepherion]

Uruale held Rhaxta in his arms, still resolute on keeping her in his custody. He made little attempt on the " Prince's " effort to free the male elf. What could he do ? The elf was charred and burned it would hurt to even move the slightest of muscles. He was of no threat and neither was the naive prince. It was obvious from his few words and actions that he had little direction or common sense. If Uruale and the others had been die-hard Galbatorix servants, he would have easily perished for his betrayal. Though if he was disgusted by the prince's doing, Uruale's expression gave little hint of it.

Turning his gaze to Kvisa's, Uruale had begun to realize that shade-elf's voice had soothed his mind to a near guard-less level. He had become entranced, bewitched by her mesmerizing voice. It wasn't until Flare pounded on his consciousness did he shake from his glazed expression. Be wary of her voice. It sings to your mind like a siren. Uruale's eyes harden out. It won't happen again. She maybe a strong magician, but she will not best me with her words. He reassured Flare.

He took a step forward, looking into eyes of the downed Kvisa. " Skill... ? You say this as if you have it already figured out. If this girl is the key, And I'm guessing she is. Then tell me why is it that you need the help of others ? " he said before glancing towards the prince. " I will not make oaths as easily as this fool. " From outside the sound of wind being torn through " swooshed " through the holes of the mountain. With a turn of his head, Uruale heard a yowl and the crackling of fire. Flare ! He mumbled, realizing that his bonded partner had departed from the entrance and was now gone. Uruale shifted his gaze to Brenton, ferocity residing within them. " Are you attacking Flare ! " he barked.

Flare peered into the gaze of the pointed-ears-spirit-bounded-two-legs. She was a most rare beast, never in all of her - 4 months of life -had she encounter such a presence. Her talons clung to the crevasse in the rocky mountain and her tail wrapped delicately around a spike protruding upwards into the air. When the forest-scaled-dragon departed, Flare grew cautious, but out of fear for Uruale's safety decided to stay in her position.

Moments later, when the warning of another reached her, Flare flapped viciously and quickly departed from the entrance. The night obscuring color did little to reveal the attacker, but what the night didn't the emerald flame did. The dragon diving towards her was large and a deep-ocean color. With a long, challenging roar, Flare climbed the heights of the sky, until she had the advantage of the distracted blue-beast. Flapping her wings, she considered finding out who warned her, but her instinctive savage-nature took over, and all she wanted to do was find the jugular of the giant-blue-dragon. Diving straight towards the beast, Flare would bring down her forelegs and attempt to clamp on the beast's neck with her jaws. Hoping to crush the spine on the base of it 's neck.

Uruale begin to loose patience with the prince. " Fine ! If you want a fight then I will crush your royal blood and spread you to the wind. " he snapped. Stepping towards the hole Flare made to join her in battle. Rhaxta still in his hands, he planned to rejoin Kvisa after slaying the prince and his dragon.

[Brenton]

Brenton sighed as he was forced to deal with someone who never thought outside the bounds of the oaths. Uruale started being idiotic yet Brenton continued to accept it. Brenton stuck Undbitr into the stone floor and leaned into the hilt. When things grew frustrating, Brenton just calmly recited a piece of literature he'd had to read in Ellesmera.

As the sounds of yowling and crackling flames sounded from outside, the other rider demanded to know if Brenton was attacking Flare. I don't attack unless necessary. Yet you want to acuse me of treachery. As the fighting escalated, Uruale appeared more angry.

When Brenton saw his opponent decide to fight, he withdrew Undbitr's blade from the floor. Let us finish this like real riders. Yet if I win, you and Flare will be dead, Uruale. Brenton raised Undbitr and prepared for a fight. He could feel the dagger that he'd grabbed on his way in. It was sheathed under his tunic, just within reach for a last resort attack.

[Nepherion]

Uruale looked off towards Brenton as he held on to the crumbling edges of the hole Flare had made. The prince hadn't wanted to fight on dragon-back, no doubt because he believed Uruale a weak human. " Pompous elf. " he mumbled to himself. With a single foot, Uruale turned from the hole and allowed the vision of Flare dropping down towards the giant-blue mass's neck - seemingly oblivious to the action outside - " Fine. " His expression became steel, it hid any expression or hint of anger from earlier.

He drew Reona from it's scabbard and brought the blade out infront of him. Dropping from the jagged hole onto the concrete floor, Uruale looked off towards Brenton and had felt for the confusing screeches of the Eldunari's in his possession. They offered him many things, enhanced wards, instant healing, strength and speed that was beyond any humans. But what they didn't offer was the one thing that the world had taught so cruelly...skills.

He stepped a couple of feet forwards and crouched inward, ready to combat Brenton in combat. He was usually the first to attack , but this " prince " had alot of mouth. He wanted to see if he had the guts to upstart combat or not. Uruale was silent as he watched him, looking for any hint of attack.

[Brenton]

Vaentr felt the shift in the air pressure as Flare drew closer to him. It was obvious that the enemy dragon would try to snap his neck, but Vaentr was ruler of the skies, not this upstart dragon. Vaentr adjusted his wings so that he could veer over in flight to avoid the attack. As he flew around, he archednhis neck and spun his wings so that he shot straight up behind the dragon. With a tightening of his throat and a quick breath of air, Vaentr let loose a blast of fire. The midnight-blue flames shot at the opponent as Vaentr dropped down toward the tower.

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Brenton raised Undbitr and moved forward as the human waited. His attack plan was to incapacitate the rider and then kill him and his dragon.

[Nepherion]

Uruale's lip twitched up ever so lightly, his black boots inched forward. He once again begin to feel the steel of combat inch over his soul. The power and concentration was provocative. It put a thrill in his blood that could never be found otherwise. The deep rose colored blade shimmer as he brought it over head in a quick snap and swung it towards Brenton, before he had time to give himself any wards.

It was an essential part of war and taking into account of the elf's haste he probably hadn't placed wards on himself. And at no time afterwards had he seen him do it. Wards weren't quick little spells, they were long and drawn out and it was a good thing that he placed the essentials on beforehand.

Flare was surprised at the speed the giant beast held. It was massive and capable of sneaking up behind her, but his size also left him vulnerable. The blue-dragon snapped up behind Flare in attempted to push a jet of flame out towards her. But in a quick motion, Flare twisted around and slammed her tail into the beast throat. She turned around and tried to snap towards his neck again, ready to clamp on to the skin that covered his jugular. Her thoughts were out with her Rider, but she knew she had to continue fighting to the bitter end if need be.

[Brenton]

Brenton flicked his wrist enough so that Undbitr's blade deflected the blow. As the rose-colored blade missed him, Brenton shot forward and to the side while slashing with Undbitr. The entire time, Brenton placed a few weak wards on himself layered over his remaining strong wards.

Vaentr took the blow to the throat but he also arched his neck enough to weaken the attack. Vaentr swung his own tail out toward the smaller dragon, hoping to crush a bone or two.

[Rhaxta]

((Hope you guys don't mind the kind-of power playing D: It's a bit difficult to regulate with a shade - yet at least no harm is coming to any of the characters involved! So..If there is a problem please lemme know :X))


Vulnar simply stood and watched the two riders' fighting - he had no inclination to join them - but he did have the urge to shout and cuss as he would if he found a pair of his soldiers' scrapping so back in the day. His eyes searched for Kvisa but she was no where to be seen. He growled under his breath and proceeded to watch the action for a few more minutes, skin crawling with distates. Freki was having the time of her life watching the fighting outside and occassionally punctating it with bloodthristy roars and torrents of flame.

He was about to step forward to stop the fight a few minutes later - when all sound stopped. He blinked and went to touch his ears but found he could not move. His eyes twisted until they came upon Kvisa, who had returned as abruptly as she had left - that same twist of amusement to her pale lips since the start of the fighting. The air had thickened to a thick jelly holding all but his head still. The dragon's felt the same pressure but less than their riders - their strength and size meant they could still move, but only incredibly slowly, making any continuation of combat difficult.

Kvisa's smile only widened as they began to react, but before they could speak she cut them off with her honey-voice, now full of more amusement and evil than before.

''Please, gentlemen. You can continue this fight if you must - but later, if you please. I haven't the time to waste. I need competent help - strong help.'' she bobbed her head and giggled as if this was a source of great amusement for her.

She removed a hand that had been tucked into her cloak and revealed a half-moon of silver, blood stained and barbed in vicious but beautiful ways.

''This has been a continued experiment of mine - and one of great interest to the King. It isn't exactly as fine-tuned as he would like...but it certainly shall serve our purpose- he also wouldn't miss one. He certainly won't notice the dissapearance of the previous wearer -.'' she said with a grin, revealing a slight redness about her mouth as if she had been drinking blood.


''Someday these collars will bind and control each and every whim of any magic users.. For now, they only restrict the use of magic so the wearer cannot harm certain individuals..and I can also find them wherever they may be. I need help to bind the girl and send her as close to the source of power as we can. Then we just have to follow her - fate will lead her to them - and lead us to hordes of insurmountable power.''



(sorry if it is sucky and makes no sense. I will look over it again later to see if I can improve...))

[Nepherion]

Uruale smiled as Brenton took the bait. A move like his was straight-forward and an opening strike. But still, not even he believed the elf would allow himself to become vulnerable as much as he did. His counter attack was oblivious to the principles of combat, he left himself open in several areas, and hadn't yet accounted for the skills of his opponent. Uruale's agility had been at it's apex, he had not yet been in combat long enough to tire his bones. As the slash came, Uruale held Reona over Brenton, allowing him to pass unharmed. Then afterwards he easily dodged the slash by twisting and leaning his torso ever to slightly out the way of blade.

Now was his time to strike. With his back to him, Uruale had the clear advantage and he decided he'd rather not waste time trying to teach this elf a slow and painful lesson. Instead he would chop him down limb by limb. With Reona still in grip, he slashed down towards the unguarded arm at the shoulder attempting to sever it.

But instead, as he descended down on it, the feel of magic and the voice of honey once again came over him. His movements were frozen, all but his head was immobilized. His narrowed grey eyes were focused on the shoulder that would had been decapitated and Reona was only inches away from his fair skin. Uruale's jaws knotted up as he turned towards Kvisa's voice. " What is the meaning of this ? Are you so inclined to have this elf on our side ? " he asked, obviously upset. Uruale had already made up his mind, her words had whispered fantasies in his ears and he had wanted that power she so boldly spoke of. But he disliked the fact that Brenton, would be getting a cut of the power. All he would do was go and share it with his elven brethren. It disgusted him, that is why he believed on the strong-hearted should be in Galbatorix's court, not Princes. Alagaesia doesn't need two King's. It only needs me.

Flare was clamped onto the dragon's throat, but it wasn't as tight as she had liked. The massive dragon was huge beyond anything she had seen, and thanks to that smaller dragons had but a small advantage over him and that was speed and maneuverability. As the tail flung up towards her, Flare flapped her wings and raised out of reach. She found this area of the dragon's throat to be more suitable to her actions. Then she begin to thrash the dragon's throat with her ivory talons, she was clutching, tearing, ripping. Anything she could try to rip the beast apart. But as she went in for a second snap, things slowed down considerably. She dared not ask Uruale what was going on, for fear of mental invasion. But she could feel the influence of that pointed-ears-dark-demon-female in the magic around them. With her jaws attempting to snap on the hard tissue of the glittering-ocean-dragon's throat, Flare's ivory fangs were moving extremely slow, inch by inch they came closer, but Flare knew they'd reach their mark eventually. And with this spell in effect, their was really nothing that could be done. All she really wanted to do was hurry back to Uruale, she hadn't like him being in a room with so many dangerous figures. She would feel more comfortable if she was around with them.

[OOC= Let me know if their is something wrong with the fighting. I'm a little cautious of it myself.]

[Brenton]

Brenton knew that his attack was rash and dangerous yet he believed strongly that there was little push needed to send this overconfident human into rash behaviors himself. When the prince finally reached the point of range, Brenton started to turn. His body froze except his head, and he heard the demonic shade start to speak.

Vaentr slammed his taloned paws into the other dragon. As he managed to hit his opponent, time seemed to freeze. He was still able to move, but really slowly. Vaentr was able to move his throat away from Flare's jaws and send a torrent of flames into the dragon's face. Even the flames moved as if through a jelly.

[Emiryal ♕]

Murtagh's black cape snapped as he quickly entered the prison cell. He glanced at the destroyed door and hole in the wall with a raised eye brow. Why had there been a need to destroy this cell? He would find out later and make whomever broke it fix it. He felt Kvisa's power and spell that held the other riders and dragons still or mostly still in the case of the dragons. If not for his horde of Eldundari he would've been frozen as well. He felt their power flowing through him as well as Thorn's. He couldn't move fast but he could move more than most could.

He only briefly glanced at the other riders before his eyes locked on Kvisa. He of course knew of her plan and what the desired outcome was. Much of what Galbatorix knew he knew as well. His eyes fell on the half-moon of silver she held. He'd seen it once before and guessed that Kvisa was about to set her plan in motion. "Kvisa, why did you not notify me of this?" he said. "You were to notify me when you did this. And why is everyone else here?"

While he had no intention to attack his hand slid down to rest on Za'roc's hilt. The red ruby in it's hilt gleamed in the dim dungeon light. His movement was slow though because of Kvisa's spell. "Is this necessary, Kvisa. Release me and then get on with it," he ordered. He didn't like having to fight the spell though he could keep resisting it for quite some time thanks to his Eldundari. Outwardly he didn't show it but he was nervous to say the least to be confronting Kvisa. A shade was not someone you messed with. He wasn't sure why Galbatorix liked to use them. While they were powerful he saw them as a threat.


(Rhaxta: I hope what I posted is alright. I assume this wouldn't happen without Murtagh knowing something about what Kvisa is doing.)

[Brenton]

The restrictive grip that held Brenton was starting to annoy him. It was rather uncomfortable to be held captive while he was facing away from the group. Even though the movement of his head and neck was still existent, it never failed that he could get frustrated with such a small thing. As Brenton stared at the bare, cold concrete walls and hard steel bars, he heard another person enter the area. The voices that had echoed through his ears before were now replaced with Murtagh's rather entrancing speech. Each word rang forth as if accusing everyone in the room.

Finally unable to stand being held still and forced to listen to people throw around accusations, Brenton gathered as much strength as he felt was necessary and amplified his voice by fifty percent. Release me you she-demon! I will not accept being held captive by people who are my equals or lesser than I am.

Vaentr gathered his own strength and tried to force speed into his movements. It was difficult to move but the large blue dragon would not give in. Vaentr roared and swung his clawed feet into the dragon named Flare. He felt the air moving at normal speed yet they were still slowed down as if moving through syrup.

[Nepherion]

Flare found her reactions was the same, according to the speed she was allowed to go. The ocean-blue-glittering-dragon swung his paw and with a almost turtle-like speed, she flapped her wings and climbed her way around his scaled neck. Though the time was slow, she was still moving and fighting the pointed-ears-dark-demon's magic. Even when all seemed lost, she tried her best to gain the advantage. As time slowed, the dragon's talons ripped through her right foreleg and she found her angrily roaring into the air. Trying to find a weak spot on the dragon's hide.

Uruale ear's perked up at the voice of another. It was a familiar voice, one that caused irritation that knew little to no bounds. His teeth clenched together and with a silent patience he waited for Murtagh's face to come into view. Then suddenly, Flare's roar echoed throughout the area and he could feel the shooting pain from her scar. Hurry you bastard, Flare needs me ! he thought. Murtagh's words gave Uruale hope, that maybe Kvisa would end the spell. And that he would not have to fight against it, wasting even more energy. He could do little with his body as he was trapped within Kvisa's spell, but seeing Murtagh walk with little trouble pushed him to draw on more of the Eldunari's power.

He could feel the hearts of the obsidian and emerald gems beating in a rapid motion, screaming and yelling as he pulled on more strength. He would have pulled on Flare's as well, but she needed hers to combat Brenton's beast. With the power of the Eldunari fueling him, he begin to feel his bones creaking. He moved against Kvisa's magic slowly and his blade begin it's descent slowly towards Brenton's joint again. A strained knot in his jaws showed the strain he was enduring. " I have yet to agree to anything. And If Murtagh is in this little plan. Then I have nothing else to say to you. I will not be tagged with him. " he said embittered. Clenched teeth seemed to pull on his words as if stretching them.

[Brenton]

Brenton spoke to Saphira in her eldunari. With little else left to do, he drew from her vast stores of energy and then started drawing energy from the gem in Undbitr's hilt. With the energy, the elven Prince changed the spell that was effecting him so that it slowed down his speed to that of a human. Then he ducked and rolled out of the way. The magic was very tiring but he only sustained it long enough to evade the blade and turn to watch the action. Releasing the magic, Brenton felt a severe drop in his strength as well as that of Saphira's. Even when he had others helping him, that type of magic was too much for extended use. Kvisa's magic hit the halfling rider again and immobilized him.

Vaentr slowed his attacker but then the dragon pursued attacking him. Instead of trying to fight the dragon, Vaentr took his neck and slammed his head, with the other dragon, toward the rocky pillars.

((I hope that's allowed. i tried to make it fair by draining his strength and speed))

[Rhaxta]

((ALL good The more the merrier. ))

Kvisa's face didn't change as Murtagh came into view, though the atmostphere intensified. After a few moments a slow smile crept over her pale face.
''I would have, if there hadn't been such dramatics. Really, you riders' a so tetchy. Comes with the magic and the dragon blood- fun in a way but my, you're fortunate I am a patient creature. You two will be of little use to me wearing yourselves down like that. It is good you came, Murtagh. I need someone with a little strength. The shade-elf giggled, though out of the blue she quivered and a great wind tore up around Helgrind, with a view to driving the dragons apart.

When the wind was at the greatest strength, she released the tension in the magic on all it had influenced; including the dragons. The wind had a great updraft so there was no danger in them being slammed into the earth or Helgrind itself.

Kvisa eyed Uruale as he spoke, but nothing in her face changed and outwardly she did not respond. A tendril of black lanced out to connect with Uruale's conciousness to pass a message that could not be heard by any other- she made certain of that.

'Be at peace, Uruale. You are destined for greater things than this son of Morzan..The King will not remain the unrelenting power in Alagaesia forever.''

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Vulnar stood abruptly to a attention as Murtagh entered. He was the only rider he was expected to show respect to; young as he was compared to Vulnar, he liked Murtagh's spirit so was not too scortched in his pride to do so. With his body released he walked slowly over to where the half-elf Rhaxta had been put by Uruale. He eyed her warily for a moment, but she was out cold to the eye. He lifted her and slung her over his shoulders like a package.

Bringing her out of the cell he went into the hall linking them together. It was well lit and there was a table. Placing Rhaxta roughly on the table he bound her wrist and ankle again - with half the walls destroyed and the door hanging off it's hinges, the prison was compromised. This witch-elf was not getting away from him this time.

''And what are you planning on doing with that male elf, Brenton? I don't think you can help yourself.'' he said dryly, gesturing to where the elf had been flung. ''But if you fancy yourself an elf I'd advise securing your prisoner.''

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Freki felt the wind tear up and billow her wings with the strength; she was still clutched securely to the wall of Helgrind, watching the slow-motion dragon battle. As the wind tore she instinctively pushed with her immensely strong back legs and flung herself into the upstream, huge wings snapping open and curving on the up wing.
The wind caught her wings and she flew like a gargantuan dark emerald arrow, barrelling between the two fighting dragons and releasing a joyous bugle.


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Kvisa eyed Rhaxta on the table and brought the collar up from the folds of her cloak once again.
She walked over to the bound half-elf, inspecting her. She seemed unconcious - and the great force protecting her dormant. It wasn't the influence of magic - it seemed a great deal of pain or something life threatening caused it to strike. Maybe there was a way around it...The collar would guide her, but she still believed it would take multiple magic users uncluding herself to place it upon the creature. It was a....painful process, and sure to set off the crushing force.


((Also Emiryal not meaning to leave Murtagh out - if you fancy having him working against Galbatorix in Kvisa's plot (knowingly or not, if we can work around oaths ) Just lemme know what you want in that respect))

[Brenton]

Brenton stayed still even when the magic was released. Suddenly, a torrent of wind rushed up past the hole in the wall. The others were talking and then Vulnar spoke to the prince. The comment was rather infuriating but Brenton didn't feel like fighting again. What I do with my captive is of no concern to you. Brenton took a deep breathe and then muttered a few words in the language of the elves. Two chains whipped out from the wall and spun their way around the elf. Then he walked over to his captive and spoke into his mind. Remain calm and allow me to mend your injuries. I must retain an appearance of cruelty, but I will not hurt you any more than necessary. The halfling muttered another word with his palm over the elf's face. The small injuries mended and some of the larger ones were alleviated. Unfortunately, Brenton couldn't fix the burns without making it obvious that he wasn't going to harm this captive.

Vaentr felt the speed return as a great wind erupted. The red dragon disappeared from his neck and went one way. So, Vaentr did the opposite of what the others were doing. The great blue creature shot out toward the open land and then shot down to the level below the gaping hole in the wall. The blue dragon flew into the updraft and rose to the hole. Vaentr pulled his weight toward the rocky wall and dug his claws into the side of Helgrind. He folded his wings against his back and put his head into the hole, widening it in the process. Anyone wanna explain why we were just attacked by a she-demon's magic?

[Nandon]

Nandon gasped as he was flung and as he focused on the pain his mental barriers unintentionally dropped and as he was chained again and the mind touched his he hastily brought them back up though brenton would have noticed two things immediately... his intention of escaping with the hidden lock pick...Him being a rider....But then the mental barriers came up and blocked him from exploring... Nandon listened to the words and slowly nodded sighing quietly as the pain went away

((OOC: When I looked around I was just like... Wtf are yall doing to me!"))