The Vardens Presence ((Part 1 Open))

[Nandon]

Williams party marched through the forest of the elves, Their guide walked at the front, while the party itself looped along the narrow path, three men abreast. This narrow passage created a long convoy of men that stretched a long way. The force was 400 men strong, 100 Archers, 100 Calvary, 100 Spearmen, And 100 elite swordsmen, William himself had watched each and every men in action and had chosen them specially for the task that lay ahead. They where going to the northern lands, Where the first search party had gone missing, And they where going through the elves forest because it would be the quickest journey, And William hoped to recruit a few elven spell casters into his ranks.

About a Month after the Successful siege of Dras Leona Lady nasuada had returned to the city, Speaking of her nervousness towards Eragon Absence, William had convinced her to allow him to take a small portion of his men in search of the search party and hopefully allow the Varden to reclaim there lost rider. And thus William had set out Gathering men for the expidition. And then had them marched to the gate and lined up in formation the next day, Where in a slight twist Lady Nasuada had give the group a specific task, Allowing William to name them. And assuming when they returned they would have another task William named the small Army.

‘Lady Nasuada’s Expeditionary force for a new Empire.’ At which point she named William the commander, And gave the small army there blessing before they set off at the long march for the Pines of Du WeldenVarden. It was now two weeks later and the force was well trained and high in Morale, Food supplies where above what had been expected and all the men seemed excited at the idea of going to a new land.

Suddenly the elven guide spoke to William gesturing to the path ahead.

“If you follow this path for several hundred more yards you will come upon Ellsmera.” He spoke motioning to the path before moving to leave and William frowned calling back to his retreating form.

“Wait! Wont you finish the trek with us?” William said as his men parted to allow the elf to pass.

“I am Afraid not Commander William, I must return to Slithrim to attend to my wife, She was in Labor when I left and I wound not wish to miss the birthing of my child.” The elf said continuing his walk without looking back.

Sighing William reorganized his men and continued the march, his thoughts once again filled his head and he recalled his Sister, Only just reunited when he had accepted the position she had not wanted him to go, or if he was to go she wished to journey with him. But William had refused adamantly, And had left his horse Nighthood with her. The events of there first meeting had even begun to fade to memory, His headaches had vanished, And he had no more strange episodes and the men even gradually began once more warming up to there beloved commander, William walked a fine line between keeping his men disciplined and also being a good commander, but he walked it well.

Finally the path widened and instantly before William was the Elven capital, this surprised him as he had no prior indication that a city was there, But as soon as he and his men began marching into the city he felt eyes upon him, A large host of humans hadn’t entered this city in decades, And this one instantly brought curious glances. But William bore it well. Ordering his men to slowly begin fanning out so as to show the elves of the city that he meant no harm. He knew the Varden had sent ahead a message declaring he would be arriving in the city shortly, But only the higher up elves would have known that.

None the less the few elves within the city acted kindly, bring water to the weary but jolly men, and slowly a quiet chatter broke out as the men talked and joked, But they made sure to keep it quiet so as not to disturb the beauty of the forest.

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Anira felt wonderful to be back home. She was in such a great mood she had even gone to practice with the other elves in the battlefield for the whole morning. It was slightly unfair, considering her skills and abilities were stronger than the average elf because of her being a Rider, but that didn't stop her from testing a few new techniques and moves. It was already well-known that she was a Dragon Rider, so she didn't even attempt to hide the silver palm from view. Many of the elves that lived in Ellesmera had known her as a child, though quite a few were just now being told of her new lifestyle. The last time she had been in Ellesmera was when she was plotting to leave her homeland on dragon back, after discovering Herion's egg in the middle of Du Weldenvarden. Nevertheless, many of her old friends and relatives were excited to have her back where she belonged. Many of them wanted to meet Herion, but he chose to stay out of sight considering it could cause an upset with many of the citizens.

What fascinated those that knew her the most was Anira's change in appearance. A few of the elfin children had wandered up to examine and braid flowers into her ebony luminescent violet locks of hair. One of the more curious and younger children were curious of her optics, which were drained of any color from the moment she touched the newborn Herion. When someone meets her direct gaze, it's difficult not to compare them to a polished ivory diamond. Other than those two strange features, she almost looked like a normal elf -- well fit, quite tall, beautiful, high cheek bones, and a falcon gaze. Like all other elves, Anira spoke fluently in the Ancient Language. Anira also refused to ever eat meat, sticking to herbs, salad, and other fresh fruits and vegetables.

Anira quietly watched the boisterous army gather in the entrance, keeping out of sight for the time being as the warriors settled themselves to the beauty of the elf's marvelous city. It wouldn't be safe for the outsiders to know of her being a Dragon Rider, so she quickly slipped on a pair of ebony leather gloves and a hood to disguise her strange and abnormal hair. The elf stayed on the sidelines, keeping out of the hustle and bustle of the excitement of her fellow friends. She did wish to congratulate a few of the warriors for making the long journey through Du Weldenvarden safely; however, Anira was too shy and apprehensive to make an approach. The commander of the group seemed a little full of himself from her perch at the edge of the battlefield, though she ended up scolding herself for making accusations on someone she didn't yet know. Maybe she'd introduce herself to the so called William in a little while at the feast that the king was hosting for the arriving army? Possibly.

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Herion circled over the city of Ellesmera at the height of about a mile high, peering down curiously at the approach of an army off in the near distance. Anira, is the city under attack? His deep voice rang through their connection, his feelings of curiosity draining through the line as well.No, it's Sir William's army that approaches from Dras Leona. He's one of the Varden's head commanders, or that is what I hear from the mishap gossip around the battlegrounds. Keep out of sight though, alright? We can't have the Varden knowing of another neutral dragon and Rider. Anira's singsong voice flitted through his head, Herion sending back a sigh of annoyance as he tipped his scaled head upward till he was above the thick clouds.

The handsome violet dragon was well above the seeing sight of an average person, though he'd have to come down at nightfall to rest his wings -- oh, and a feast was supposed to be held that night in Ellesmera, how could he have forgotten of the arrival of the nearby army? Shame. Herion circled over till he floated comfortably on his back, the chill of being up so high in the atmosphere setting small drops of condensation over his crystalline scales.

Be careful, Anira.

[Nandon]

William let his men gossip and socialize for a moment before he called them together with a single calm order, William didn’t need to yell like most commanders did and that was one thing his men liked about him, His men where now quenched of there thirst but they would soon be hungry, So he began calling up the sergeants and informed them to gather there squad and begin to set up a rough camp, This camp was one of Williams Ideas. The men would carry more weight but also take more breaks, and a full rough camp could be dismantled in the space of half a hour with the same build time.

At this time it seemed a elf had noticed William had not drunken any water yet, Which was true as he had been paying attention to his men more than anything, And he had been thinking of how to accomplish the secondary goal of his mission, Shortly before they had left William had a dream about a sword, Hidden in a grove of a place he had never heard of. When he had spoken of his dream to Lady nasuada she had told him that perhaps it lay in the north, And that if he wished she would allow him to go in search of the sword, It could well be the thing that turned the war in the favor of the Varden.

The Elf, Who William now realized was a female smiled as she approached with a water skin, She offered it to him and he returned the smile before slowly taking a sip, He was extremely parched but William didn’t want to gouge himself on the offering of the elves. After a single more sip he returned the water skin and nodded his thanks to the woman. But she persisted.

“Commander William, You must be parched, Please take as much water as you wish.” She said in a calm flowing voice that sounded much like that of a stream.

“No, I am fine after that small amount. Thank you, I am very appreciative for your hospitality and I know my men feel much the same.” William said holding up a hand to deny the re offered water skin.

“And I know that my people are more than happy to help your men, We have heard of the purpose of you mission, And we consider Eragon Shadeslayer one of our own, So we will do as much as we can to help you in your goal of finding him.” She said that same slight smile still on her face. She turned to walk away for a second before William stopped her.

“Um, I know this might be a bit much, But would you happen to know if a Rider by the name of Isrydia is here?” William asked and the elf frowned for a moment as if thinking it over before nodding her head.

“Yes, I believe she is the personal Guest of King Brenton, I am sure you will see her at the feast tonight to celebrate your arrival.”

“Alright thank you.” William muttered as his thoughts engrossed him, So his Apprentice was here, No! His Ex apprentice, She was a knight in her own right now. And William would have to treat her as one, though he was glad he would be able to speak with her at least once before going to the North.

[Brenton]

The trees seemed to sing and rejoice as the elves gathered before a large group of soldiers, humans mostly, from the Varden and Surda. It was true that they were guests in the elven nation but that did not mean the elves were exactly happy to have them there because of the current situation with the Empire king and how their late Queen had been captured and killed, sending them into turmoil before the new King had stepped forward in their time of need and taken hold. If anything they were more likely to back up anything their new king had to say but King Brenton was not one for violent behaviors on most occasions and when he had heard of the Varden troops being led here he had strictly told his men to stand down and let them in with no challenge to be given. But what truly caused him to want them to be welcome was the fact that Sir William was the commanding officer leading them into his domain.

After the situation in Dras Leona, Brenton had felt bad for his behavior and wanted to formally welcome the knight himself before the feast he had prepared for the men as well. So the doors opened and out of the hall stepped Brenton Bromsson, king of the elves and brother of Eragon Shadeslayer. He had opted for wearing a soft but durable cotton undershirt covered by a leather vest that had a green and blue cape over it. He had cloth and leather pants on while they covered his normal leather boots. Holding the pants up was his thick leather sword belt clasped by a gold oak leaf buckle with silver in the clasp of the buckle. His sword, Undbitr, was on the belt but only because he never left his rider blade behind. The ceremonial sword had been replaced by a dagger that was strapped to the right side of his belt and only meant he was the king on an official visit.

Brenton walked across the path to where he could see the troops and then saw Grazael bouncing up and down on the ground. Already the little dragon could fly short distances and was the size of a large dog. By this point Grazael was saying small sentences to Brenton and this was one of those times. Brenton, I'm sure you think this is necessary but didn't Vaentr tell you to let Sir William get comfortable before bothering him? The dragon looked at Brenton curiously and when the rider didn't respond with words, he just turned and flew up to a tree branch. The dragon was now a month old and Brenton was proud that the dragon could talk to him.

The king saw Sir William and he walked over slowly. King Brenton, the Varden troops are just setting up. Would you like me to announce your presence to them? A herald looked at Brenton with adoration and respect as he spoke but Brenton shook his head before walking to William. Sir William of the Varden, it is a pleasure to see you and your men have made it safely to the forest. May I speak with you in private for a few minutes?

[Quetzal]

Since arriving in Ellesmera, word of a new Rider named Isrydia had spread, but not to a great extent. Isrydia might raise hopes due to her increased potential, but she was not a person of any significance, Brenton attracting far more interest as he was a king. Being chosen once more by a dragon seemed to have a very positive effect on the elves' views of him, as far as she could tell, having only arrived there a couple of days before. She was invited to the feast and was overjoyed to be seeing William again, looking forward to seeing a familiar face, this place being so different to home. She did not usually feel homesick, especially since she had no home as such, but the culture shock was giving a strong feeling much like it.

She wore the clothes she would wear to the feast later, not being bothered to change later on. The dress she wore was of elven design, feeling the need to follow their customs and culture in their city. It was long, flowing and sky blue, oddly easy to move in. Nettle, her sword, looked out of place in its tattered leather sheath on its equally tattered leather belt around her waist. At her side strolled the being she was strongly and permanently connected to, a month-old dragon not-quite-hatchling. He was a week older than Brenton's dragon, Grazael, but was only very slightly larger than him, reaching just over Isrydia's waist. He too had begun to communicate with words since arriving in Du Weldenvarden, and to her delight just the previous evening had come up with a name for himself; Arlyn. This was not after any previous dragon or great hero, but rather an invention of his own which he had felt somewhere deep within suited him. Making up his own name rather than naming himself after someone else was a possible explanation as to why had taken so much longer than Grazael to decide on a name.

Isrydia spotted William, seeing Brenton walk over to him. Arlyn looked at her, but she shook her head. He wanted to go bounding over to greet them, but she knew it would be better to wait until the feast, as there was still lot of organising to be done regarding the troops and she couldn't get in anyone's way. "Isrydia," Arlyn's voice floated into her mind, still sounding like a young child. Her name was the word he could speak best, and he often used it to get her attention and show her things. Presently he nodded pointedly at an elf girl who was dressed smartly as she was, likewise lingering around the edge of the Varden soldiers but not daring to talk to any. She walked towards Anira, feeling she might as well make conversation. Perhaps they would get along. Unsure of how the elves greeted one another, she stood awkwardly before speaking. "Hello. My name's Isrydia, and this is Arlyn. We're not with the Varden, by the way. We arrived a few days ago, but I used to the apprentice of the guy in charge, William, but it looks like they're all still busy," she introduced herself with a smile. Arlyn watched Anira curiously, deep sapphire eyes intrigued by her unusually pale ones.

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The elfin woman almost seemed stunned at the sudden arrival of the Rider and the month old dragon pup. Anira hadn't noticed their approach, considering she was plotting out tonight's plans to the exact time and place. Her strong gaze didn't immediately rest upon the Rider, wandering over the vivid features of the pup as she remembered Herion at that young age. "Oh, hello there, strong and wise Arlyn." Anira whispered in a barely audible tone in fluent Ancient Language to the young Dragon, a dainty gloved palm reaching out for the dragon to gently examine. A dragon could tell a lot about the character of a human, which is how their kind could identify and choose when and who they'd hatch for. Anira hadn't planned for Herion to hatch for her, but she couldn't of known that the elegant violet stone was a dragon's egg either -- life has a fancy way of deciding each other's fate, eh?

After Anira had taken the time to introduce herself to the intelligent Arlyn, she turned her attention to Arlyn's Rider that stood beside the perky pup. "Greetings, Argetlam. You are the new Rider I have been hearing about, yes? It is always nice to see new Riders around the land, for I remember the times when a Dragon Rider was considered a mere legend -- and then Eragon proved them all wrong. Will you be attending the feast tonight, Isrydia?" Anira studied the Rider with her curious luminaries that were slightly hidden from view under the ebony cloth cloak, the rippling curls framing her silhouette seemingly a raven black from the indecent point of view. Good thing I remembered the gloves, that could have been a disaster; though Arlyn may already sense your presence in the area, Herion.

Herion sailed high above the clouds, diving and spinning through the ivory cotton balls that dotted the heavens. Each time he rose out of each one like a dolphin leaping out of the merciless seven seas, a million, tiny tears would rest upon his handsome amaranthine scales. The droplets would reflect the light from the summer sunshine, making it appear as if a rainbow rested upon his back to his delight. It was quite the beautiful sight, though no one from below could actually see him at such a height. It was then that he got the notice from Anira, his violet gaze casting downward as he tried to pinpoint the location of the new dragon that he had been hearing about. I do believe I sense a strong presence in the area, though it is young and still learning. Is this the dragon you speak of, Anira?

The dragon is about a month old, still very young and reaching only to about the waist. His name is Arlyn, his Rider is known by the name Isrydia. Anira had zoned out during the conversation, only waking from her daydream when she found the stares of the two baring down at her hidden reflection. "I apologize, Argetlam. I have a lot of my mind. On the other hand, it is an honour to meet you, Isrydia." That is what the elves did, when they spoke in the Ancient Language. They would never lie, though they could bend the truth a bit to their will. It was true Anira did have a lot on her mind, that didn't mean she had to mention she also had a dragon and Rider's connection at all times.

Herion had a burst of pride as he realized that his species was slowly coming back to the lands. A new dragon! The beast grew so excited, he couldn't help himself as he released a large, ear splitting roar across the lands. Fire cut across the sky like an arrow, a large stream that simmered and put the heat of the sun to shame. It wasn't long before Herion realized what he had done, a tinge of shame seeping in through his pride as he wondered if it had attracted any attention from down below. A hint of alarm rose through their connection, both worry from Anira and Herion boiling over at same exact moment. It caused slight panic to set in, but there shouldn't be anything to worry about, correct?

[Nandon]

William noticed the king as soon as he arrived near, But he waited, and watched his men as they oversaw the pitching of the rough camp, Some even pulled out there daily rations and began to snack on it, While others looked to the forest with a envious eye, just imagining all the game and wild life ripe for the taking, William knew while he was here he would have to keep his men on a tight leash with hunting. He watched from the corner of his eye as the king spoke with the herald, the small dragon from the celebration close by.

Then the king approached and William felt his men quiet down, casting gazes as the king grew close, The men where all well aware of the altercation that had taken place during the celebration, They where aware of how there commander had defended them in the matter, And whether or not it was overwhelming odds, They knew whose side they would be on if it came to a confrontation.

William watched the king as he spoke, It seemed clear that he was not the same arrogant person as before, And while William was willing to give the elf a second chance, He was still wary as he watched him. Slowly William nodded as the king asked to speak in private and slowly followed him, William had several reasons for giving the king a second chance.

The first being that he was the one in charge of his Former Apprentices training as a rider, And he knew she would not want a conflict between her first Master, And her current one.

The second was a more obvious reason, William dearly wanted some elven spell casters to augment his force, But to get them he would need to ask the king, So it was good if he stayed on the elf’s good side, And also he was far away from home, If the king wanted to he could have the whole force slaughtered, And then send word to Lady nasuada they had never reached the city, Possibly ambushed by the empire.

And the Third was William realized they pair had met under strained circumstances and that the air had been tense to begin with, And William was all to ready to give the man who was training his former Apprentice a second chance, At least for her sake.

When they arrived at Brentons designated place he spoke first.

“Before you say anything Your Highness.” William said bending his pride as he said Highness. “I would like to apologize for the circumstances of our previous meeting, And I would like this meeting to be our true judge of character for each other, Also if you don’t mind me making a slight request, I would like to know how Isrydia’s training is progress, She was always quick on the uptake.” William said a fond smile on his face at the end, The days of him and Isrydia training where some of the fondest moments in his life, And it saddened him greatly they where over.

[Brenton]

Slowly the elven king composed himself and drew his air of authority off of his shoulders in preparation to speak to the knight with him. While he did hold command over a much large force and he was fairly certain his men would follow him before the humans, Brenton was still half human himself and wished to speak to the Varden commander on better circumstances. Yet when Sir William spoke of how he was sorry for their former meeting, Brenton straightened up slightly and shook his head just a small fraction. Please Sir William, I am only highness to those who serve under me in the elven kingdom. I would much rather be called by my name and treated as an equal than to be raised up to higher standards from everyone else. If I had been born in one of my subjects place then I would be no more than them and therefore I treat them as if I would treat myself. While you are at the feast I must follow ceremony and we have to talk formally to each other but for now, please call me Brenton. As for the earlier encounter between us. It was my fault and mine alone for not alerting you to your men's behavior and allowing you to do with as you please. When I further challenged you it only added salt to the wound and I am deeply sorry for that. I am also very glad that you did not accept that challenge for it would have made a fool out of us both. Brenton paused and thought about his next part of his statement.

On the entire trip up here with the new rider, Brenton had reflected upon his behavior but had spent more time admiring her beauty. Now that he former mentor was in his presence and asking about her training, Brenton felt inadequately prepared for he hadn't taught her much. He also knew that he had to be careful what he said for this was someone that cared for Isrydia very much. Isrydia... When Brenton spoke the woman's name, his eyes took on a far away gaze and his voice lowered and softened slightly while a small smile played across his lips. Quickly he continued before it became much more obvious of his infatuation for the young rider. She is very bright and eager to learn. As for how much she has learned is up to her to decide. In our time together I have already instructed her on the Ancient Language and limitations of magic as well as some more combat skills. I have told her how to care for her dragon and have watched the two grow more as a bonded pair than anyone else has before. I have also seen her deal well under stress and have been amazed at how well she learns. In all I would say that the written Ancient Language as well as the power she now possesses are going to help her come along much faster. She is a very good student and I suspect she will surpass even Eragon in strength one day. Once again the far away gaze returned but this time a dark red tinted the elfin features of the king as he thought about all of the times he had confided in Grazael as well as Vaentr of how he felt about the young rider.

[Quetzal]

The attention pleased Arlyn, who bowed his head to Anira in respect when she greeted him. He had not been around people much so far other than the ones he saw every day while traveling, so for him it was exciting to meet someone new. Isrydia was meanwhile trying to lay a finger on where she had seen this elf before. She looked very familiar, as though she had seen her all the time, but way she was hiding her distinctive features such as her hair weren't helping jog her memory. Finally, she thought she had it. "Yes, I'm going to the feast," she said at first, then paused.

"Are you Anira whom we met in the Hadarac Desert? I traveled here as part of a group with Brenton, and I saw you around but while you were with us I spent almost all my time hidden away with Arlyn. He'd been wounded badly, so I spent a lot of energy helping him, and it meant I didn't really talk to anyone. I think Brenton tried to keep it quiet too, in case anyone around decided to try finishing him off," she said, sure this was the same elf. That elf had been a Rider, although she did not voice that aloud. Anira was wearing gloves, possibly to hide her gedwey ignasia, so for whatever reason she was hiding that part of her.

Although Isrydia's abilities were not yet strong enough to sense Herion's mind, Arlyn was more connected to nature and thought he could feel something. The happy roar and burst of flame was a giveaway as to what that was, the little dragon squealing with delight in answer, beating his wings to hover at Isrydia's eye level. Another dragon! A big, older one with more lessons to teach and stories to tell! His joy spread through their bond, making his Rider smile as well. "He's much better now, as you can see. The elves here are excellent healers, and thankfully we were in time,"

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Anira curiously met the gentle luminaries of the female Rider that stood before her as she quietly thought back to Herion and her's travels through the Hadarac Desert. "Oh, yes! I remember now, my apologies, Isrydia and Arlyn." She mentioned in quickly, remembering the two figures in the past that she had faintly met for a short time. The elfin Rider rose up to her full extent, gently lowering her hood until her features were clearly visible to the dragon and Rider. Her frolicking locks of hair gleamed with different shades of violet in the fair light, ebony foxtrot plaits were randomly mismatched from where the little elfin children had woven ivory Iceberg Roses into them to match her gown for tonight's feast. Her crystalline optics still held their unusual sheen, though the change of lightning made them appear as if they were a strange type of diamond ore. Underneath her thick, ebony cloth cloak, Anira wore a simple, elfin-made attire which consisted of an immaculate gown that was made to fit her figure. Woven upon the gown was an intricate design of roses, a small hummingbird pattern along the side to match. It wasn't something that Anira would usually wear, though it was a "Welcome Home" gift from one of her dear friends, and they insisted she wear it to tonight's gathering. Like all elfin clothing, it was made to be movable, which is the main reason Anira agreed to wear it. She didn't have very many evening wear, probably because she was always traveling all the time and only wore her usually outer wear.

Herion dove downwards to the ground with incredible speed, his camouflage already blown with his outburst. He didn't wish to cause an upset with the army below, but even Anira noticed the Varden's army members stiffen as they took notice to the large beast diving downwards towards Anira, Isrydia, and the young Arlyn below. The warriors that happened to be closer to the group scattered, the thick beating of the wind growing stronger as it was pushed forward by the incredibly large wings upon the flank of Herion. Herion outstretched his wings to slow his downfall as he came nearer to the awaiting group below, pinpointing his landing area with a careful eye as to not harm anyone in the process. As he landed upon the ground, an upset rose within the army and a few dashed off to inform their military leaders. Do you think they noticed that? Herion joked sarcastically in their connection, feeling more sheltered being closer to his Rider and best friend Anira. Herion politely dipped his head to Isrydia in greeting, stretching out his neck to gently touch noses with Arlyn as a sign of friendship.

"I believe so, Herion." Anira answered out loud with a slight chuckle in response, her gaze slowly following the path of the warriors that had fled to inform their commanders. "I do not find it necessary to wear these gloves any longer as well." She murmured partially to herself, taking the time to pull the clothed gloves from her hands to reveal the gedwëy ignasia on her right palm. "I wasn't planning on the arriving army to know of Herion and I's existence, but I suppose if you are able to do such deeds, I should be able to manage as well." Herion gave a swift nod, shooting a puff of flame into the air for emphasis. "No worries, Anira. I do not think the Varden would try and kidnap us, unless they've taken to the Empire ways, eh? Besides, I'm bigger and stronger now, I shall not let anything happen to you again." Anira nodded quietly, slightly embarrassed and yet flattered to be treated in such a way. Herion had become quite protective of Anira ever since their encounters with the Empire -- though it was understandable for him to appear like so.

[Aelodil]

(Hope you guys don't mind if I butt in and post)

Laetri walked to his tent after a long hard day of training. He looked terrible and exhausted. The young rider quickly bathed and got into a fresh pair of clothes and continued wandering around. He didn't know what to do, he was just wondering out of boredom and lack of anything to do. As he neared where King Brenton lived, he paused to whistle in appreciation at the small but intimidating Varden force that came with the sole Knight.

Sir William Shay, that was the name. Laetri had heard about him a lot but was not interested in meeting the Knight as he and Agaravel were Neutral. Politics and war was too costy, it was a delicate thing. One small mis-placed string could be the doom of thousands. It had cost him his family... Agaravel nudged him in the back of the head and as he looked into her light blue eyes, he realized, he had all the family he wanted right here, with him right now.

The pair continued to wander aimlessly. Laetri's eyes began to droop and slowly close and then as he re-opened them he found himself in the King's Court somehow and was immediately alarmed. His status as his mother was a well respected Rider could have let the guards to think he had business with the king, which could be why they let him pass in one piece. . but now he didn't know what to do. He had never been in here and as he searched for an exit he almost choked at the sight; He saw another two Riders chatting normally, Sir William speaking with the King and in the midst of all that, there he and Agaravel stood.

Immediately he wished that he would be turned to dust. He felt as if his face was going to become a tomato. What was he even doing here?! The other Riders seemed to be new, as he was so for that he was glad. But as he looked at Sir William and King Brenton, he decided that since he had no way out of here he might as well try to blend in. He strode over to the two Riders slowly, his face impasse though inside he was jumpy. He had no idea what to say, and where to start from. He realized that he had just spent a good deal of time just standing there in front of them and hastened to introduce himself nervously,"Hello, my name is Laetri and this is my dragon Agaravel." he said as Agaravel nodded her head in greeting to the other two Riders and their dragons.

[Nandon]

William watched the king and nodded as he spoke, But then when he got to the part of his apprentice he fought back a frown, leaving his face neutral, But he could not control how for a moment his Eyebrows had moved into the rough shape of a V. William was not blind, And judging by the look on the elf’s face, That meant he had feelings for his apprentice, For his family.

And while William bore no ill will towards the elven king, It unnerved him that someone wanted to in his eyes protrude on his family, And he readied himself to inform his apprentice on that matter at some point later in the night. Then forcing a smile he spoke to the king as he finished.

“And wouldn’t that be something? I suppose if she was to be stronger than Eragon, Then that would make me stronger than Brom, And you stronger than….What was his name again…Oromis? I believe was the elf who trained Eragon?” William said before turning as one of his soldiers ran up to him, Seemingly terrified.

“Sir William! A dragon! It landed right in the middle of our camp! I think Simmons and Church where injured also when some of our campsite was launched into the air and hit them…Apart from that and some damage to our equipment I don’t think anything else was damaged.” The soldier said, Seemingly growing more calm as he rambled on in the presence of his commander.

“Hmmm, A dragon you say? Well hopefully it is not hostile, Though If it was then we must fear for our lives because that would mean Galbatorix has arrived to finish us off…Get Simmons and church to the medics and see if they can patch them up a bit, And see if any of the equipment damaged can be salvaged or fixed.” William said as the soldier nodded and moved to leave before William called back.

“And Gilian.” He said calmly.

“Yes sir?” He asked curiously.

“Try and calm down and relax, We are safe here.” William said as Gilian ran off before he turned back to the elven king.

“Or I would at least hope we are.” William muttered a bit quietly before raising his voice a bit to speak to the king once again.

“Do you think I would be able to see Isrydia? Perhaps at this feast I have heard was planned for my mens arrival?” William asked slowly and cautiously trying to see if the name would once again produce a similar effect on the elf king

[Brenton]

Brenton had been listening to his first dragon and now his second when the guard ran up to William. He spoke about the large dragon that had landed and the king smiled slightly. The forest was a safe haven for any neutral and Varden riders. It had also never happened that a violent dragon got into the forest. Finally Brenton heard William speak again and the name Isrydia was spoken. Brenton's already warm face burned hotter as he blushed. He could tell William suspected his feelings for the young rider. "Y...yeah you can talk to her. Sh...she was talking to Anira a minute ago." Brenton looked away but the damage was done.

[Quetzal]

Isrydia was far less impressive to look at compared to Anira once the elf had removed the gloves and hood hiding her identity as a Rider. As a human, she lacked the elven grace or delicacy, having much harsher features. Her hair was a plain light brown colour, waving gently past her shoulders with no decoration. Her eyes were of no special or unusual quality, a perfectly ordinary dull blue verging on grey. In fact, if it were not for the silvery mark on her right palm, she would appear a completely average civilian, no-one to take notice of. Her sky blue dress of reasonably rich quality, as was the emerald oak leaf necklace she wore which Brenton had given her for her to gain access to books on the Ancient Language. Over time, her appearance would change somewhat to become more like an elf, but she would always look more or less like a normal human, unless she decided to use magic to change her appearance, which she had no intention of doing. "You're safe with them knowing you're a Rider. The Varden aren't the sort to capture people, and William wouldn't do that, especially not against their will," she reassured the clearly cautious elf.

Arlyn hummed softly when he touched noses with Herion, holding considerable awe for the larger dragon. He had a lot of respect for his elders, and it was good to be able to meet Herion properly without falling unconscious from injuries. Isrydia noticed someone else enter the area, and recognised him as Laetri and his dragon Agaravel. A while ago, while she had still been William's apprentice and Arlyn had been an egg hidden in the Spine, he had sparred with her after meeting a werecat, then had attempted to teach her magic. Back then, she like most humans had no magical abilities and so had been unable to contact another living thing's mind or cast the simplest of spells. That had all changed now, however, being able to use magic as a Rider.

She smiled at the sight of him again after so many months, Arlyn grinning a toothy grin at the sight of yet another dragon. His tail swished side to side almost like that of a dog. The excited young dragon bounded over to the newcomer, a female this time, the paleness of his icy blue scales highlighted in contrast to her light blue scales which were still darker in shade than his. His neck was stretched upwards to look at her closely. Isrydia laughed at how eager he was. It was good to see him so happy after being so hurt. "Long time no see, Laetri and Agaravel. I'm Isrydia, you sparred with me an tried to teach me magic a few months ago, while I was still William's apprentice. Well, a lot's changed since then, as you can see," she waved a hand at Arlyn, then held up her right hand and spoke the word of the spell he had taught her and which she had failed to cast. "Brisingr," she spoke. At her command, a small flame appeared in the same hue as Arlyn's scales, a blue so pale it neared white. She let it fade and spoke again. "Arlyn there hatched for me in the Spine a month ago," she explained.

[Aelodil]

Laetri's mouth dropped open in amazement at Isrydia and her new-born partner. As she summoned fire at will, he smiled hsppily. A new light tingled in his eyes. He had had fun trying to train her in magic though infuriating as it was. He looked warily at the other Rider she had been talking to, and without knowing what to do, he just saluted her in the Elven greeting and spoke first as he was still a very young Rider and Elf.

Agaravel for her part seemed at first excited and astonished to see Herion. He was the first dragon she had seen that wasn't much larger than her. She would have greeted him but was cut short by a flash of blue as Arlyn pounced towards her. She turned to the new-born hatchling and greeted him warmly, sending him refreshing and friendly thoughts.

Laetri nodded in acknowledgement at Isrydia."We were occupied trying to keep away from democracy. We never did have that much patience." he answered her with a small bark of laughter. He turned then to Anira and said,"Where are my manners? I am Laetri, and this is Agaravel. Might I ask your name fair maiden?".

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Anira gave a small nod in courtesy to the situation, mimicking the elfin greeting as was the polite gesture to do to show her respect and appreciation to the male Rider and dragon. Herion and Anira waited quietly as Isrydia and the one she came to know as Laetri caught up on what has happened since the last time the two had met. From what Anira had overheard, Laetri had met the young Isrydia before she had been a Rider, possibly even attempting to teach her a bit of magic to pass the time. She couldn't make out the full picture, though she understood enough that the two must be old friends and accomplices to act in such a carefree manner. Herion busied himself during the short time to examine his surroundings, informing Anira of a small herd of deer that could be heard in the eastern part of Du Weldenvarden. You will have plenty to eat tonight at the feast, Herion. With so many Riders around this area, I am positive they'd provide proper nourishment for the dragons that will be present as well. Herion had sent an air of approval through their connection, scolding himself for forgetting of the large event that would be taking place tonight.

The elfin Rider surveyed the slightly younger pair with a careful eye, seemingly surprised as Laetri spoke to her once more. She appeared flattered by the statement, though she mentioned in respectively for good measure,"I am far from fair, though I thank you for the compliment, Argetlam Laetri. I do not compare to Agaravel, who would put any creature to shame with her beauty." She gestured towards the extravagant dragon behind her, Herion gently dipping his head in greeting to both Laetri and Agaravel. Herion declared in his deep toned vocals to the open minds in the group,"Wonderful to meet you, Argetlam Laetri and Brightscales Agaravel." The two were always polite when it came to meeting new Riders and dragons, considering they are the few types of people that go through the same type of situations that Anira and Herion suffer through. Whether it's receiving an award or a new rank, or banding together to escape the grasp of the Empire, all of the Riders and dragons are connected together through their bonds.

Anira, you may want to start getting ready for the feast if you plan on going. I can already smell the roasting of meat from here, and I have to eat soon for the last reserves are running low. Herion suggested through their connection, reeling his slender neck around to meet the calm gaze of his fellow friend. Anira's crystalline luminaries flickered with amusement, a slight grin making an appearance on her features. You know I do not fancy being too luxurious and picky over my appearance or my clothing. The elfin children did a delightful job on the braids, and these fresh picked roses have a lovely perfume to them. I only need to change out of this hood robe, did you forget I had the dress on underneath? He gave a nod of approval, pausing to examine the warriors that had taken to repairing one of the tents that he had knocked over by pure accident during his landing. Herion almost wished he could have helped the men with the task, though he did not wish to cause more trouble at the moment. One or two of the men had been in his way during the landing, and he was quite positive that the two would have been quite shocked from the experience. Perhaps they have already sought medical attention. Herion murmured quietly in his mind, forgetting for a moment that Anira had been listening for his response. Anira seemed confused by his statement, shaking off his comment considering it did not seem to be very important if Herion had not of mentioned it earlier.

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[Nandon]

The only sign William gave outwardly was a slight sigh that escaped him, More like a slow release of breath that showed a almost disappointment from the knight, Turning his back on the blushing king he returned to the camp his men had erected, Looking around he nodded happily at the results before speaking to the men at large, Giving them the kind of speech any leader would to start the beginning of a long Journey.

“Men! If you had any doubt about our destination, Then let me tell you. It is the mysterious lands of the North, Where but several months ago we sent Eragon at the head of the large group of men, Some of who you may have even known, But now those men are missing Along with our Rider Eragon, The Grandmaster of the Rider order. And if any of you fear that you will not return to your loved ones, Then I will give you leave now, You will receive the pay you would have received through the course of the mission, And you will reside with the elves in comfort until we return.”

William said, pausing for a moment to see which of his men would leave. It was a extremely tempting prospect and for William it was a test, To see how far his men would follow him, And whether or not they would deny the easy way out. A couple of men stepped forward out of the group as he knew some would, And the stock still men jeered at them as they moved to the quartermaster to receive there pay, William knew both of the men, And he knew they had families they where thinking about so William blamed them not. When it was clear no other man would leave William Continued.

“That is but the first purpose of our mission, The second is to search for the Ancient Elven Dauthdaertya, Anoran, Or as I believe it is called, Lily. Lady Nasuada as well as myself believe this could be the weapon we are searching for that will tip the tide of the war, And it is believed to have somehow ended up in the North.”

William said pausing again to let the impact sink in and his men digest the information. After a moments pause William began again, His men now completely Enthralled by his words.

“We will Land as close to where we believe the first search party landed as possible, Then we will establish a Beachhead so we may continue to be supplied. After that will will begin the construction of a Fort on the Island, We have several Dwarven Seige Experts along with us and I believe they will be perfectly suited to help plan out the fort.”

William said gesturing to the group of dwarves slightly off to the side, Making sure to include those he acknowledged was one way William kept his men loyal. Then after one final pause William took a breath and continued again.

“After the fort has been constructed you will all have a week to settle in and relax before we begin sending out search parties for the first half of our goal. We will also begin searching on our routes for any rumors or possible clues as to the Location of this Dauthdaertya. But that is all in the future, And we still have a long Journey ahead of us, But Tonight, We have made it to the capital of the elves, Something not many humans have accomplished sicne the fall, And so. We shall celebrate this achievement and milestone in our journey with a feast!” William said, Grinning as his men cheered, Some cheered to the good fortune of the trip, Other cheered about the feast, But a large portion simply cheered Williams own name and he smiled a bit, This force would accomplish the goals set before them, And they would do it well. Shaking his head he took his mind off the future and looked around, Searching for one of the main reasons he had wanted to take this route, So he could see his Apprentice Isrydia.

[Brenton]

Many years had passed sine the dauthdaertya Lily had been mentioned by anyone aside from royalty or really elder elves. So when Brenton heard the sword's name his jaw dropped slightly and he immediately found Grazael with his mind. She is by the rider Anurin speaking to Laetri. Brenton nodded and in five strides he was beside Isrydia. William listens to you and he is about to unleash what is thought of as a cursed blade. Please help. Brenton looked at the rider he was training and even though he hid it well his eyes showed his true feelings. Respect and infatuation battled in his eyes at that moment. Just then the just shy of one month old dragon tail hit Brenton in the back as Grazael let him know he was dangerously close to revealing his feelings.

[Quetzal]

Isrydia noticed William giving his speech, and some way through Brenton appeared at her side. She turned to face him as he spoke an urgent warning, surprised at his sudden concern for a man he had never got along well with. Just arguing wouldn't warrant allowing a person to lead themselves to their deaths, she reasoned, and Brenton did care about others more than he would usually let on. Arlyn could see that too, especially with Brenton's feelings regarding Isrydia. He had that weird look in his eyes now, although his Rider was too worried about William to notice. He let out an alarmed cry, which was only just starting to move from a hatchling's squeak to the normal cry of a dragon, nodding to the three other dragons before taking to the air and searching for William in the crowd. "I'll see if I can knock some sense into him. Thank you so much for the warning!" Isrydia thanked Brenton before she dashed off after the little dragon.

"He's by where they're setting up the feast, looking for you!"the childlike voice of Arlyn spoke into Isrydia's mind, along with an image of the knight's location from a few metres above the soldier's heads. He hovered there so she could use him as a landmark to find him, swooping down to land in front of William just before she arrived. She wove her way through the crowd, knowing she had many hours yet until the Varden left but wanting to send Brenton's warning as fast as possible in case further information could be found. Arlyn touched William's mind, finding it oddly familiar due to the large part the man played in his Rider's life. "Danger! Brenton says!" he alerted urgently, unable to find the words to describe what had happened himself, youthful voice even higher than normal.

Isrydia was calmer than the distressed dragon, pleased to see William again and able to explain more fully. "Brenton just told us you were heading to unleash a blade, which he believes to be cursed. Did you know it was cursed? You and your men are strong, but there's no knowing what the strange magic in the North will do. An army may not be able to fight it," she informed him.

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Anira and Herion stood in silence while the commotion took place. It seemed like the two just faded out of conversations quite easily, but the situation didn't concern the two at the time which made it understandable. The pair had listened quietly during William's speech, not understanding the disturbed glances that passed from one man to another when a mysterious sword was mentioned. With what Anira had taken in so far, she could detect that William's men had a high respect for him and the way he chose to command his force and control his power. Gaining the trust of the ones in your command is one of the highest accomplishments you can achieve, or that is what Anira believes anyway. Having others that trust you, that would have your back in a battle, no matter the circumstance, is something that cannot be bought with plain gold, silver, or pounds. The previous thoughts of William being a greedy commander were long gone, replaced by respect for the man that held such a high status in the Varden. She had never met the man himself; however, Anira has always been the type of spirit that can detect the personalities of others without ever meeting them face to face.

The situation seemed to take a turn for the worse when King Brenton appeared by Isrydia's side with a concerned expression and much to tell. Anira could not detect much of what the couple said, considering it was probably supposed to be kept under wraps because of the hushed tone in their voices. From what I could overhear, the objective to obtain this powerful sword could be a suicide mission in itself with such a small army. A curse is said to be implanted in the blade, and there is no telling what power could be unleashed upon finding the weapon. Isrydia, Brenton, and Arlyn disappeared into the Varden's men when Anira had been relaying her information out to Herion, which resulted in slight confusion about the Rider and dragon. Climb upon my back, Anira. You'll be able to catch sight of them better from dragon back, and it'll be easier to part through the crowd -- unless they wish to get trampled. The elfin Rider chuckled in amusement, climbing up onto his foreleg to swing herself up and into the sterling inlaid saddle that was given to them by their masters. The memory brought back sweet thoughts of Aysten, which also returned the real reason why the pair had returned to Ellesmera -- to search for Aysten and his dragon. It did not seem that the two were in Ellesmera, to both Herion and Anira's disappointment. It had been too long since the four associates had seen each other.

Herion lightly prodded forward through the crowd, releasing a puff of smoke when a few of the braver soldiers refused to move from their chosen spots. The violet beast held his head high, picking out and identifying who was who in the small crowd. Anira, over there. I see them! He continued onward as if he was sizing up an opponent, the warriors now forming a decent path straight to the commander, Isrydia, Brenton, and the little Arlyn. The group had hardly noticed their approach, deep in high conversation related to the problem with the cursed sword. Herion, we arrived at Ellesmera in search for Aysten and his dragon. They are obviously not in the city at the time, and we have nowhere to go from here since we cannot search all of Alagaesia for them. Why not just accompany the Varden on their travels? We would be able to protect them from most threats in the process, and it'd give us a decent start to find the ones we are searching for. It is just a suggestion, but I believe it is the best way to go from where we stand. Herion turned his slender neck around to inspect Anira's expression, only making sure that she was completely serious about her decision. He gave a small nod of approval, proud of his Rider for the time being because of the determination that had lingered in her tone. "Wait, please, I have a suggestion," she called out quietly, waiting for the group to stop their chattering until continuing,"maybe I could accompany William and his army on their mission?"

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