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Post by Brenton on Nov 14, 2012 9:48:19 GMT -5
BRENTON
Ellesmera, a forest city that most humans would say looked deserted, but to a natural born citizen of the city, the place was over-populated. Most of the citizens of the city were aristocrats or homeless. Yet, Brenton belonged in the royal home and he was a self exiled member of society. So, the dragonless rider walked the leafy corridors that were meant to be streets while thinking back on his time with Vaentr and how he had been a docile Empire rider. He had never even truly tortured or gotten angry at anyone, besides Uruale of course. And now the natural course of life was taking away his only friends. Brenton had lost Nandon while he saved Aysten, and he had lost Vaentr when he saved Kriss. It was just too much and he had yet to admit to himself that he had lost Brom and part of himself. It was a gloomy time to be walking through the streets.
His cloak snapped around in the wind and created a rather melodious tune that heralded his presence but he also had his head down and it was obvious that the green clothing just gave him pain that was increased by the deep blue color of his cloak and armor. Even the feel of Undbitr against his hip made him shudder in pain from losing his very soul. Why do I even try anymore? I mean, Islanzadi doesn't even recognize that I am here and I flit through the trees while training those that are the nation's next defenders. Brenton's thoughts were jumbled and that one thought echoed for a few minutes before disappearing into his skull.
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Post by Nandon on Nov 14, 2012 10:35:08 GMT -5
((U mind if i post in here?))
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Post by Brenton on Nov 14, 2012 11:38:05 GMT -5
((Go ahead Nandon, as long as there aren't any really strong Empire characters then it is good.))
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Post by Nandon on Nov 14, 2012 12:29:55 GMT -5
(( I have no rly strong empire charachters...or none at all unless you count Nandon... And I was gonna use aysten anyways...))
Aysten sighed as he wandered down leafy street that he had become so used to in recent days... Breton had finally given him a rather day off from there training and while aysten was glad for this because it gave him a opertunity to relax...He also was disapointed because he really had no one to relax with...To hang out with...All the elves treated him with courtesy...but he could almost sense there dislike for him hidden in there words... Eragon was difrent... He was the first rider since the fall...They of course welcomed him with open arms...but aysten? What was he? a nothing that had been the cause of one of there own being killed... As aysten wandered the path he sighed...He had recently begun thinking of alyssa in his spare time... Wondering what might have been...What would have happened if he had stayed in bullridge...If he had never walked up those steps..."Oh alyssa...You have no idea how much I miss you...If only I could see you one more time...Tell you how I felt...But allas...All that is gone now..." Aysten whispered quietly as he continued his walk.
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Post by Brenton on Nov 14, 2012 13:21:41 GMT -5
BRENTON
Brenton walked through some more trees and then saw the one place he had been trying to avoid. Sitting in front of him was the home he had left many years and he could walk straight in if he wanted but instead he turned around and walked off the path and headed for a tree stump that he knew was there. About halfway through, Brenton saw the human student that everyone treated like an outcast. He wanted to allow the young man to just relax but Brenton noticed the pain in his posture. So, the elf Prince walked across the small amount of space and then spoke up. Aysten, is everything alright? Is there something you need to talk about?
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Post by Nandon on Nov 14, 2012 13:46:36 GMT -5
Aysten was lost in thought wandering around when he heard foot steps... He didnt deem to look up at the time since he assumed it would be another elf... and even if he did look up the elf would probably pretend not to notice him. So i came as a suprise when Aysten heard bretons voice sound."Huh? Oh...Ya... Im just thinking of the past... Wondering what would have happened if I hadnt walked up those steps and met Nandon..." Aysten said his thoughts turning to the particular painful memory then he pushed it away all together and looked up at breton.
"So what are you doing Ebrithril? I would expect you would be out enjoying the day...Not wandering around concerning yourself over my well being..." Aysten said
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Post by Brenton on Nov 14, 2012 14:29:48 GMT -5
BRENTON
I am just thinking about my father and how he died after protecting Eragon. It just seems too similar to my own life, how he lost Saphira to a sword and I lost Vaentr to a fire. Then Brom killed several Forsworn and I have killed many of the Empire's men. The only difference is that I am still alive and he is dead, I mean, he never really took an interest in my life but he felt it necessary to die for Eragon? I was alive and had been captured because no one had trained me but he was dead and Eragon was free because he allowed our father to die. Brenton felt tears build up just behind his eyes and he took several deep breaths to slow his heart rate before continuing. Aysten, if you hadn't met Nandon then there would be a dead elf rider who didn't deserve to die. If he had died in vain, then it would have been a waste of our order. Now, I believe that if an egg had appeared before you, the dragon would have hatched and you wouldn't feel so alone. Just trust the training that Feanaro and I give to you and maybe it will be better.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 15, 2012 1:05:08 GMT -5
 
There was no point in hiding after they'd been found out once. The rumor of a rider of old returning would be sure to spread fast. Ellesmera at least would be more heavily warded and protected than human cities. The large brown dragon glided over the city, Rakaio may not have been an elf but he had been here many times, he knew what to look for and Ellesmera was quite a populated place. His acute ears heard a few shouts of surprise and joy. He had forgotten the hope the site of a rider could give. And hope was more vital than anything in a time of war.
The old brown dragon landed in a clearing some ways off, as it happened it was near Oromis and Glaedr's old residence. Entas crouched so Rakaio wouldn't have to jump as far, though even crouching Rakaio would have to free fall a fair distance from her back. He landed nimbly with grace. Though he was human, he appeared more elf-like. His ears tapered to a point and his facial expression seemed somewhat elf-like. Only close inspection would reveal that he was not an elf. It had been the centuries of being bonded to his dragon that had changed his appearance.
Wait here, he told Entas. The dragon responded by laying down and curling her tail close. They had flown quite a long ways in a relatively short time and she was tired.
Rakaio shifted Inavard, his sword, slightly before setting off at a jog towards the main town. He took a deep breath and sighed. It had been so long since he'd been here, it was good to be back. Maybe he could ask where Rias' grave was. Rias had been the elf, well actually grey-folk descendent but few knew that, who had made his blade. Rias was perhaphs the finest blacksmith that had ever lived.
He slowed down and stopped as he spotted two men. One of them obviously human. What was a human doing here. The other he recognized slightly, had he been there when Nepherion had encounted Entas and he? He walked forward and performed the standard elven greeting though with a bit more flourish than most elves did. Strangely the added flourish only added to the greeting as though it had once been part of the greeting but long forgotten. He was sure they had seen him and Entas arrive.
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Post by Brenton on Nov 15, 2012 11:10:46 GMT -5
BRENTON
Brenton was just finishing up some thoughts that he was going to sort into a small area in his mind when a vaguely familiar figure appeared in front of them. The male did the traditional elven greeting but it seemed older, almost as if it were from the original dragon era. That was when the memories swamped Brenton. This was the rider that he had seen over by Belatona some time ago, which was really strange since he hadn't even taken the time to talk to Rakaio. So now the elf Prince decided to introduce himself at last.
Welcome Shurtugal, for that is your status is it not? Anyhow, I am Brenton Bromsson, rider of Vaentr, who is now no longer here. But I do believe that we have crossed paths before, over near the Varden camps. Brenton wondered where he had been when they were there, for he had never actually seen Rakaio very well. Instead, the elven Prince finished the traditional greeting of the elves. Then he looked to Aysten and sent a tendril of thought out, hoping that his pupil had gained some skill at detecting the mental thoughts before he had gone on his day off. Aysten, this is an elder rider, you would do well to be respectful, for even I am not as strong as him. Do be a little wise and not attack him like you tried to me back in Dras Leona. With that the rider withdrew and waited for a reply while watching his student out of the corner of his eye. Brenton made sure that Undbitr was not too far from his reach and that he could draw the blade from his back easily. Since the elven Prince had been in Ellesmera again, he had sung a bow out of one of the yew trees in the training palace and was now proud that he could shoot an arrow as well as a true rider archer. Still, he was tentative and kept it squared at his shoulders while watching and observing Rakaio.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 15, 2012 13:50:01 GMT -5
"Shurtugal is one of my titles," Rakaio confirmed when Brenton spoke. The old rider had many names, many of which certainly reflected his status. The most appropriate being the forsaken one. Granted it was not a name he wished to have openly known.
The old rider averted his eyes for a moment at the mention of Vaentr. He had not really known that dragon, but he had seen the loss of many in the final days of the fall of the riders. He knew it wasn't something easy to handle.
Rakaio watched as Brenton returned the elven greeting. The lack of flourish made him realize that not even the elves had been untouched by time. They too had changed.
"I am Rakaio silent protector of the peace and rider of Entas," he said introducing himself. He found it best when introducing himself not to use all of his names or titles in it. It sufficed just to supply one of his other names or titles.
"I believe we did meet a while back near the Varden. But I am sorry to here about Vaentr. How did he fall?" he asked. Rakaio couldn't imagine being without Entas. The large brown dragon meant everything to him. Were she to die, he would soon follow.
Rakaio glanced at Aysten wondering if the man would introduce himself now. Though he looked elven, Rakaio was the same as Aysten, a human.
He remained at ease and made no move to threaten either of them by sword or magic. There was no need for that unless one of them threatened him. Even then he was confident that he would be in little danger. He constantly maintained wards that would divert attacks, be it sword, arrow or magic.
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Post by Brenton on Nov 15, 2012 14:45:09 GMT -5
BRENTON
Brenton nodded as he listened and then heard the question that he knew would come up sooner or later. It was better for it to come up sooner since he had mentioned his lost soul partner and obviously a rider would feel that pain even though it was not his own dragon. So Brenton replied easily and calmly. Vaentr was taken in a blaze of black flames that were meant for me to feel the pain. I was in Dras Leona while dealing with another young elf that is still training and we ran into some trouble with some soldiers and a shade that was willing to flourish her power and kill a dragon of great power. Needless to say, I was forced to watch as Vaentr burned in that fire because I could not extinguish the flames with any magic. Now that I have said that, this is Aysten, a young human that I came across after I escaped from a prison cell in the city where my life was destroyed. He was there and he helped me escape the city. I would tell you more but I believe that is for him to do and not me. Brenton turned to the trees and closed his eyes for a moment. He was looking to see if anyone else was nearby, and was not surprised to see many others but they weren't spying on them.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 17, 2012 16:13:10 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear that. The loss your soul mate is not an easy burden to bear. I've seen more than one rider go mad from the grief of such a thing. You are strong but don't let grief get the better of you. Vaentr would not want that, I am sure," Rakaio said. If Entas were to die he doubted he would be as well off as Brenton was. Were the great brown dragon to die he would soon follow.
He glanced at Aysten, wondering if he'd hear the story from him.
Entas reached out and touched Brenton's mind. Grief mingled in her thoughts as she spoke. "The fall of any dragon is a sad thing. Vaentr will not be forgotten. I did not have the chance to meet him, if you are willing, please share a memory of him with me so that I might be able to remember him."
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Post by Brenton on Nov 19, 2012 10:44:47 GMT -5
Brenton
Brenton thought for a few minutes on Entas's request to have a memory and then he chose the hatching of Vaentr and how the dragon had helped him escape the Empire for a brief time. The memory welled up and suddenly Brenton was in that timespan again.
Clouds rolled over the sun and the horse plodded up to the body of water where everything was able to drink of the cool liquids. The young elfling who rode upon the horse was beginning to tire as he tried to figure out who the figure was that had given him the rather large egg and sword. He wasn't sure why but the items seemed important and he wanted to know who had been the previous owner of the said sword. Then when the younger Brenton was tired of sitting, and rather parched from running out of water in the Hadarac, he jumped off the horse and knelt down on the ground. He was just beginning to drink when the liquid was silenced by nature as the egg started to rock back and forth and the sound of cracking resonated forth from the shell. Brenton stared at the egg for he was wondering why it was hatching. Then the egg exploded open and sitting in the ring of shell was a hatchling.
Brenton gaped as he realized that the dark blue dragon was hatched for him and so he crawled over to the baby dragon and reached his hand out. As the cool skin of the creature touched the skin of the elf, a searing pain rippled up his arm and a blinding light burst outward. He was in such pain, yet the name Vaentr appeared in his mind and he knew that the dragon was Vaentr, and he was his soul partner. Vaentr squeaked and then bumped into Brenton's leg. He was playful and happy. Then a change overcame the dragon hatchling and he fluttered his wings and spoke directly to Brenton. Hurry Brenton, for there are soldiers near. Take the shining piece of metal and defend yourself.
As soon as the dragon finished his warning, a battallion of soldiers appeared over the far hill and saw him sitting there. Brenton jumped to his feet and drew the blade, Undbitr, with a flourish and charged into the ranks of the men. He was still young and very impulsive, yet he would never allow harm to come to his new dragon. With his mind steeled, Brenton gave a sharp bark and a bolt of energy and force appeared around Undbitr's blade and the new dragon rider slashed the weapon through three men before getting his first cut on his side. The elfling was outmatched and he decided it was smart to run for there was obviously no hope at the moment. Brenton burst from within the ring of horsemen and ran to his own horse. He called to Vaentr and then jumped onto the bare back. When both him and Vaentr were ready, the horse bolted toward the Spine, in hopes of evading the soldiers and finding Brom.
Brenton was just beginning to realize that his memories were still coming when the memory of Vaentr defending him at the city of Dras Leona surfaced. He tried to surpress it but his dragon would not allow that.
Heat and bustling bodies flowed through the streets of the two-legs round-ears as the great blue dragon circled the tops on the currents of sky that he controlled. Vaentr bugled in joy as he felt his partner in soul and mind begin to flee from the tavern, yet there were still soldiers around. The dragon went to warn Brenton when a Shade appeared and stood in front of Brenton. It was hard to see with all of the other citizens roaming by but Vaentr knew that the she-demon would attack any moment. So the blue behemoth shot down and landed behind the Shade to keep it busy. That was when the black flames surfaced and Vaentr roared in pain.
Moments turned to hours and then to days as the pain intensified with every muscle screaming to escape. Yet Vaentr watched as his soul partner sent the other half elf to Ellesmera and stood firm to defend and fight to his last breath. It was almost like the rider wished to die and hoped he could take out at least one of the enemies greatest warriors. That was when the Empire struck from behind and Brenton fell to the ground. Yet the dragon could do nothing to save his rider. Vaentr burned to death as he watched Brenton being drug to the prison cells.
Brenton gasped as the memories went to Entas and then he just stood there in shock.
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Post by Nandon on Nov 20, 2012 11:00:39 GMT -5
Aysten watched as the ancient rider came and stood before them... he was silenent in both shock and respect but as Aysten thought tendril reached him he suddenly realised what was happening and cmae alive once again. He bowed before the elf not able to match the elves gestures and then he smiled and nodded as breton told his story."Yes... I arrived in the city shortly after a friend of mine named nandon helepd me escape from bullridge... even though the conflict cost me someone very near and dear to me.... Aysten said thinking back he became lost in his own thoughts that had previously been with him before breton came then he muttered by mistake out loud.
"I never even had the chance to tell her I loved her... With that aysten sighed and waited
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Post by Brenton on Nov 20, 2012 12:11:05 GMT -5
BRENTON
The young elven prince just stared over at the area where he assumed that Entas was while he remembered his last encounters with Vaentr. The dragon had even shared a memory to show his own ideas of how he had lived. That was when the elven prince heard Aysten begin to speak, so Brenton turned around and looked back at the human and older rider. Well, I am sure that you are weary from your trip here, Ebrithil. There is a training palace down in the valley below Oromis's old house. In that valley there is also a rock wall that houses a cave that is large enough to hold Entas. If you wish, you may stay there for the time being and I will find some place to stay while you stay in Ellesmera. Then the elven prince cast his mind to Entas and spoke directly to her. Ancient One, I am glad that I could share my thoughts with you. Maybe there will be a day that Vaentr will be remembered by all, but for now it is just us that remember his strength.
VAENTR
The large mind of Vaentr drove out to all of the people he was with. Soon he was connected with Saphira, Entas, Aysten, Rakaio, and Brenton. I am but an Eldunari, not dead in full. Just know that the memory you and Entas now share is what I remember from that day. Old friend, I will never leave you.
SAPHIRA I
Saphira's own mind had already connected when she recognized Rakaio and Entas from all the other minds around the city. So when her companions started speaking, the dragon mind spoke as well. Rakaio, Entas, I am glad that you are still alive and well. It has been awhile since I have seen you Ebrithil and Skulblaka. May we always remember those who have died of our race and are not lucky to be an Eldunari.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 24, 2012 13:30:29 GMT -5
Rakaio wasn't surprised nor offended by Aysten not returning the elven greeting. "I am sorry to hear that. Today indeed brings grave news. Let not your loved ones sacrifice nor Ventr's be in vain," he said. Then he turned his attention back to Brenton who was speaking. "Thank you, we will seek that enclosure then. I do not know how long we will stay here," he said. It depended on if their location was found out by the Empire or not.
A deep grief emanated from Entas when Brenton finished sharing the memory."Let us hope a day like that comes. Thank you for sharing your memory of him with me, his strength and memory will never die," the great brown dragon said. "I am glad in soul you still live on Ventr," Entas said though her words were still sorrowful. Then without warning a tremendous roar breached the quiet woods. The roar was of sorrow but more than that was anger. Then Entas took to the sky circling directly over the trio.
Rakaio had forgotten that Saphira was with Brenton until she spoke. The dire news had been more on his mind than details like that. "It has been a while and many years. Those who have died of your race will never be forgotten."
Even before Rakaio finished speaking to Saphira he glanced up at Entas and paled. "NO! ENTAS! DON'T! he yelled. The great brown dragon suddenly had a blue glow around her the glow matched perfectly with the color of Ventr's scales. Then the color changed hue to mach Saphira's color then to red, orange, green and many other colors until light beams of every color circled her.
Entas was no longer moving but hung suspended in the air. Rakaio was shaking and dropped to his knees as if his strength were being drawn from him. Entas roared again and the lights around her expanded into a large dome of light that touched the ground. Pulses of light rippled down the dome in various colors. Half way down the dome the light beams turned into dragons that plunged down in a death defying spiral only to disappear into the ground.
Rakaio was no longer kneeling but had collapsed on the ground. "Entas stop, please!" he said weakly. Then one of the dragon's of light broke away from the dome and directly struck Rakaio. He cried out in anguish and pain but he stopped calling out for Entas to stop.
It only took moments for the last of the light dragons to strike the ground. The dragon of light that matched Ventr's color was the last to strike. Then the dome faded and Entas crashed to the ground destroying a few trees when she landed.
Around them was a ring of stone embossed with runes of various colors. Entas was watching from where she had fallen. "The ring of runes is a memorial for all those of my kind who have ever fallen.So that none can ever be forgotten. Touching a rune will allow you to glimpse a memory from that particular dragon," she said. She sounded exhausted but pleased. No no fallen dragon would be forgotten.
Rakaio lay on the ground unmoving and barely conscious. He simply lacked the strength to get up or move. Entas glanced at him, his back was to her. "I needed his strength," she explained to every one there.
"Entas you nearly killed me!" Rakaio growled weakly, still unmoving.
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Post by Nandon on Nov 27, 2012 16:49:38 GMT -5
Aysten watched with interest at the events following untill once again he felt the dagger like pain in his mind and his thorat felt like fire as a voice iminated from it.
"Anger...Hate....Pain...Yet still I stay...But why...Why in these daggers must I lay...Where is my rider....Nandon..." The voice went from aysten throat in almost a growl. Aysten then swalloed trying to get rid of the sudden sore throat he had.
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