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Post by Nandon on Dec 9, 2012 21:00:54 GMT -5
Nandon had finally made it...After breton had freed him he had run from both his friend and the varden...He took energy from the land as he ran as fast as he could towards the leafy pines of his home...He had been intercepted some time ago by a Elven outpost within the forest and they had escourted him back to the city in magical bindings...Though they praised him as a hero for going through what he had and surviving...But right now he didnt feel like much of a Hero...His time with the shade had changed him...His skin had grown gray over time and his eyes seemed to take on a more darer color, His ears once pointy and proud drooped slightly at the end. But slowly but surely all that damage was being undone and for that he was happy...It was what Fafnir would have... Nandon thought has his thoughts turned towards his dragon whos eldunari resided in the daggers Aysten had been given.
Nandon now resided in a nice room full of books...He could have whatever he wanted to eat and he was not treated badly...His guards seemed sympathetic to him and even ocasionally came in and ate with him and they spoke extensivly on topics of varying importance...But after a while he tired of this. He wanted to see his friends... So getting up off his bed he walked over toward the door and pounded twice... A signal that he was in need of something.
"Yes Nandon?" The elf said poking his head in momentarily.
"Could you send for a couple of my friends? Feanaro And Breton... I have heard they are in the city..."
"Yes at once Nandon."
"Thank you." Nandon said walking back and sitting back on his bed... now he just had to wait...And hope he was still considered a friend..
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Post by Brenton on Dec 10, 2012 12:11:49 GMT -5
BRENTON
Brenton was nearing the tree that had turned into a building when he saw the elven guards. There were multiple guards and every one of them was holding a sword and had a dagger in their belts. It was almost like Nandon was a terrorist to his kind, even though he was a hero and a rider of the Varden. The elven prince walked straight up to the guard captain and spoke. He had his own dagger just within the sleeve of his tunic where he could draw it faster than any other elf who wasn't also a rider. Captain release my friend and ally, Nandon Wolfbiter, and then go home to your family.
The guard stared at Brenton with contempt and then laughed in a harsh tone. "Who gave you the authority to command the royal army of the elves? Last I checked, you are not a member of the royal family and therefore have no authority to be here." The commanding officer just stared away.
Brenton grew tired of all of the insolence that these elven guards had and he wasn't prepared to kill a fellow elf but he would do what he had with the courier who had said Nandon was in a cell. Brenton drew in a breath stepped forward and slammed his gloved left fist into the guards face and followed up with a left uppercut to the jaw. Then when the captain fell over and was about to hit the ground, Brenton kneed the bastard in his stomach. That was when he drew his dagger and held it to the guard captain's throat. I am Brenton Bromsson, second heir to the throne. Also, I am by far stronger and faster than you as well as a rider. Do you wish to die here or will you do as I command?
The guard captain swallowed and nodded to his men. They started spreading out like they had been told to do, all of them ready to attack this insolent pup of an elf. For if it were true that Brenton were who he said he was, then there was no reason to follow through. The prince was known for rash behaviors and if he killed even one guard then he would be an outcast and disowned by the Queen. "I am not afraid of you, Prince Brenton, yet my men aren't either. If you do not remove your blade then I will have you killed on the spot for attacking a commanding officer."
Brenton stared into the eyes of his captive and then swung his left fist forward and knocked the captain out. Then he turned to the rest of the guards. Who's next to be beat? Brenton really wasn't in the mood and the guards were being annoying. That was when the Captain of the Royal Army stepped forward from the shadows and looked at his lesser captain. The high captain was not one to be reckoned with. I see you have shown up Captain. Now call these men down or they will die. The guards backed down when the captain raised his hand and then had two drag the body of their comrade away.
Brenton turned and walked into the building and up to the door where there were no guards. He let himself in and saw Nandon sitting there just waiting. Sorry, Nandon, but the guards were deciding to bar my way in. By the way, you can leave whenever you want now. Brenton sat down and waited for a response from Nandon.
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Post by Nandon on Dec 10, 2012 15:56:35 GMT -5
Nandon sat up on his bed as he heard a comotion outside then turned as the door opened to reveal breton... "what the....did you...why would i leave?" Nandon asked finally settling on what to say. He gestured to his lavish room and stood up. Then he peered past breton to look around him to see if his other friend was with him...but when he wasnt there nandon frowned and looked at the elves outside. "Oh no! You didnt hurt sylva??? Did you? She has been so nice to me in my stay here...."Nandon
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Post by fëanàro on Dec 13, 2012 19:28:57 GMT -5
Brenton had left before feanaro to meet nandon but fean soon followed after his mentor. Flying with jarkore fean enjoyed the feal of the sun warm on his skin an the crisp breeze that kissed his face. It was a perfect day for flying. It was days like these when fean an jarkore would fly for hours on end around the forrest. But not long after they began their flight the rider an dragon arrived above ellesmara with in a few seconds jarkore had descended an landed in a clearing about a hundred yards from were nandon was being held. As fean instraped his legs an slid off jarkore he noticed soldiers leaving the area "brenton just already be here" he though to himself.
As feanaro made the quick walk to the place nandon was he had his hands clasped softly behind his back just under his dual elven long knives that he almost always carried with him. Jarkore walked close behind his rider sending slight vibrations through the ground with every heavy step he took. As the rider arrived at his destination he shouted "ANY BODY HOME! " as he arrived at the door momments later walking in side seeing Brenton an his close friend nandon. Outside jarkore layer down an enjoyed the sun for he did not want to stick his head through a window decideong instead listen through feanaro.
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Post by Nandon on Dec 13, 2012 20:26:20 GMT -5
Nandon turned at the familar voice and smilled "ah! Feanaro you made it..im glad you could come to my modest dwelling" he said with a grin gesturing to the rather lavish room around him "so how have you two been?"
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Post by Brenton on Dec 13, 2012 20:42:24 GMT -5
BRENTON
Brenton grinned as Feanaro walked in and he turned to the elf that he was glad to see. Did you happen to see the guards running when you arrived? Then the elven prince turned back to Nandon and looked around the room as he did. It was a really nice room with all of the furnishings and lighting. Yet he needed to talk to Nandon. Nandon, I attacked the captain, Tarryn Silverblade. He is younger than me and refused to let me through so I had to take matters into my own hands.
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Post by Nandon on Dec 13, 2012 23:32:49 GMT -5
Nandon frowned at the new sounding name. "Are you sure that was the name? Because the old captain was captain sylva moonwhisper...she has been kind to me since i arrived...i hope nothing bad befell her..."
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Post by fëanàro on Dec 14, 2012 0:08:20 GMT -5
Feanaro let a smirk creep on his face as he seen his friend nandon in good spirits "its good to see you agian nandon its been a wile. I've been rather well lately, I have been kept busy here in du weldenvarden how about your self." Looking to Brenton feanaro gave a chuckle when asked about the warriors "yes when I landed I notice guards heading off I assumed that had something to do with you,you know you should be easyer on people Brenton~elda."
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Post by Nandon on Dec 14, 2012 0:18:14 GMT -5
Nandons frown turned upside down as he listened to feanaro then smirked before speaking "by what gods there may be...i never expected you to call anyone a elda feanaro...much less breton." Nandon said with a grin
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Post by fëanàro on Dec 14, 2012 6:45:01 GMT -5
Feanaro smiled an laughed at nandons comment "yes it is a bit of a shocker is it not ..but my friend I do show my mentor some respect especially when it is deserved. " walking across the room to examine the books nandon had in his room feanaro set his chin on his right hand as he read some of the covers . "You see jarkore an I have not been able to receive the proper training that rider an dragon need,since oromise death but Brenton has thankfully chosen to take me an jarkore under his wing so to speak.. " when he finished it became clear that fean forgot nandon hasn't met jarkore yet.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 14, 2012 18:09:42 GMT -5
Brenton nodded as he heard the words that Nandon had spoken, for he had seen Sylva walk around the corner when he had arrived. She looked like she had just been relieved from duty for the shift and he knew that Tarryn was the one he had hit. Then Feanaro spoke and Brenton chuckled. Was my respect not shown to the courier when he spoke? I just happen to be very well known to get what I want. The elven warrior and prince grinned as he remembered the courier's body on the ground and then he spoke to Nandon. Look, Nandon, I was certain that Tarryn was captain and now I know that Sylva was just taken off shift when I arrived.
Then Brenton realized what was being said about his pupil. Feanaro is a great student and has shown vast amounts of potential. Even you should understand strength and potential. Then Brenton thought of Aysten and Kriss. Plus he isn't the only student that I have.
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Post by Nandon on Dec 14, 2012 20:48:36 GMT -5
Nandon looked at breton as he spoke "Ah that is good...see if you could get her on a better shift....with better pay. She is a gracious woman." Nandon said happily as he turned towards feanaro. "So who is jakore?"Nandon then turned back to breton and laughed "well if you bring them by here once or twice a week i could train them in magic..."
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Post by fëanàro on Dec 18, 2012 14:11:29 GMT -5
Feanaro smiled as nandon asks who jarkore was he knew not many knew about his slaying of the shade and jarkore hatching for him. "Jarkore is my dragon whom I rescued as an egg from a shade who was sent to hunt for dragon eggs. I was able to slay the shade and his small group of men an barley survived. I still have the scars from that battle,when I awoke I found that jarkore had hatched for me. He is out side infact ,he didn't want to risk getting his head stuck in the window cause he knew I wouldn't let him live that down for weeks." "don't forget who's back you fly on feanaro less I corkscrews till you vomit agian[/color]" feanaro stood there an chuckled as he remembered the first time jarkore did such a thing wile both if themsafe were dizzy for a few minutes it was feanaro who lost his stomach when they landed.
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