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Post by Brenton on Nov 13, 2013 0:09:05 GMT -5
Just another day in the long life of an elf, unlike any other besides the fact that this particular elf was the prince of the entire elven kingdom and held more sway than most anyone else. There had been others to come and go but there had also been people to stay and even though the tall elf had thought about leaving, he had stayed instead. It was only a few days after that annual reminder that he felt a deep pang in his chest for never meeting his father Brom. Word had reached the elves that the old rider had died and in his wake he left Eragon, a new rider with new strength. Yet none of that mattered for Brenton hated that boy with a passion. He was Brom's son as well yet he never met him and now he sat in the throne room listening to some poor sap speak of trouble on the edge of Du Weldenvarden. With a rough push of his legs, the chair went back and Brenton stood up to face the crowd before he spun on his heel and walked out. On his hip rested a plain steel sword but the blade had secrets in it. On the inner part was a small piece of brightsteel that had been left over from other rider swords and because Rhunon had said it wasn't crafting an actual rider sword she made it for him.
Adurna, the blade's name, hissed as he pulled it from its sheath and looked at it admiringly to see how it reflected the light. In his hand was the pommel and hilt made to look like a tree trunk with a good sized emerald in the hilt and a saphire as the pommel. It wasn't something meant to be used for attacking in close quarters but the pommel could be used for quick blows to the head. Brenton sighed and swung the blade, feeling the weight swing through the air and thud solidly into a tree just to be pulled out like a knife through butter. He spun and swung the blade through the air, this time hitting a guard's shield. "My apologies, Prince Brenton. I was not intending to be in your way." The guard bowed low and Brenton shook his head irritably. You were not in my way for I was not even supposed to be wielding my sword in close proximity to where citizens walked. It is I who should be sorry.
((If you can't tell this is if Brenton never left for his trip to see Brom and so he never got Undbitr, Vaentr's egg, or Saphira I. He also never was captured by the king or even met Brom and so he never became king himself. Join in if you want to.))
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 13, 2013 18:42:17 GMT -5
Emiryal leaned against a tree near the palace. His sole weapon on him was a bow called Manin, blood red runes decorated it and seemed to flow as though there was blood in the bow. Truth was it was Emiryal's blood, he had put it there as a reminder never to kill or get involved. After the fall of the riders he'd created the bow and placed a spell on it that if he ever used it to fight it would injure him. The war was not worth it, what could he do to change anything? The Empire was strong and at best Galbatorix might just leave the elves alone and they'd outlive him.
He sighed and looked up just as Prince Brenton more or less accidentally struck a guards shield. He said nothing nor made no move to engage the prince in conversation. If anything he was to ashamed to. His ability and strength to use magic was more limited than most of his kind, something he felt others looked down on him for. And having chosen never to kill had never put much effort into training with a sword. It wasn't like he could give advice to the prince on something he didn't really know.
(Emiryal never left Du Weldenvarden, and hence never became a rider or captured by the empire. And he didn't become friends with Brenton since that came from both of them being captured.)
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Post by Brenton on Nov 13, 2013 22:47:37 GMT -5
Brenton sighed and moved away from his guard as the other elf bowed once again and made the prince nervous to even be standing there talking to him. Yes it was true he liked his people and the race but maybe, when Brenton looked back on everything that had happened to him, the Empire wasn't entirely wrong. After all he was the one who had been told he couldn't see his father and then he was made to stay in Ellesmera while Arya went everywhere for everyone else. Then there was the fact that Galbatorix would understand him because he was treated unfairly and so was Brenton just because the prince was a half elf instead of an elf. Brenton felt his mind go clouded as he looked around and saw Emiryal standing a little ways away. The elf was someone who never fought and therefore knew nearly nothing about fighting so why was he even here? Wouldn't it be better if he were in the Empire as well? The prince had heard the way people spoke about the elf and he knew that it was very unkind words being said.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Dec 2, 2013 0:43:18 GMT -5
Emiryal caught Brenton's gaze and quickly looked away not wanting to make eye contact with him. But knowing he was a prince he couldn't really ignore him. So he slowly returned his gaze. He knew others spoke of him unkindly, mostly due to his limited magic among other things. So it was only natural for him to think Brenton's gaze on him was done in spite to see the one the unkind words where about. He felt like a misfit here, he didn't fit in even with his own kind but where else could he go? If he left the forest all there was out there was war, something he could never due. He wasn't bond by oath not to fight, he hadn't gone that far. But there would be a punishment if he fought so he might have as well made an oath. "Morning Prince Brenton," he said kindly and with the deserved respect. "Is there something I can help you with?" His voice was formal and offered no more pleasantries than was required. It was clear he was being cautious. And why wouldn't he be after what was said about him behind his back.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 2, 2013 10:26:21 GMT -5
Brenton smiled ever so slightly, a formality really, as he tried to figure out a way to avoid telling Emiryal what he had been thinking for not even a madman would want to go to the Empire willingly yet he had just thought about it. Finally he realized that just standing there with a smile on his face wasn't going to do any good so he said what most adults would say in a moment like this. Just woolgathering, Emiryal Nyteshaed, and wondering what it would be like if I had gone to see Brom when I had the chance. Maybe you and I would've been friends or some great battle would have been fought and we would've won the war. Still Brom might be alive since we have not heard from him in a while but received no word of his passing. Maybe you would like to go see the world with me as I go to visit my father one time and maybe meet this brother I hear I have.
Secretly he hoped that Brom was still alive so that he could smile and have a good time while drinking with his father and maybe tell him all of the things he had achieved in life so far. Not like he did much since he was just a prince and not even the first born in the royal family. All that would get him was a lordship and a nice palace off in the forest somewhere that he could build a city at. Maybe he would go to the farthest reaches of Du Weldenvarden and build another city as large as Ellesmera. Still that would take time and energy as well as people who would live there and most of the elven citizens looked down upon him for he was an outcast.
Brenton looked at his sword and at his finely made armor and came to a decision right then and there on the spot. To hell with the queen and her laws about him not seeing Brom for any reason at all. He would see his father or there would be hell to pay for all of the elven nation and the Empire as well. Brenton just hoped that Emiryal would go with so as to make it seem like he was going to teach Emiryal how to fight instead of just going for his own personal gain.
((Going off of the whole Arya never left with Saphira's egg because Brenton never left and so she never had to worry about him at the end. Because of that Saphira never was sent to Eragon which changed the plot A LOT!))
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Dec 9, 2013 1:33:34 GMT -5
(that would change it a whole lot!)
"Maybe, but we can't change what didn't happen," Emiryal commented. He couldn't see him and Brenton being friends, especially not over a war. There was no way he would've gotten involved in anything like that and besides Brenton was a prince and he was pretty much an outcast wierdo who wouldn't fight and whose magic was weak. "If that is your intention and you request it I will accompany you. But I will not fight," he said. That was one thing he wanted to make clear. Outside the forest with the empire forces it might be possible they would be attacked and if they were he would not fight back. He didn't have much desire to see the world or leave the forest, but it was the prince's request and he could not refuse without showing disrespect.
Sometimes he wondered if he had chosen to fight what would've been different. For one he wouldn't have been such an outcast. But would much more than that really change? The forest was old and nothing much seemed to ever change here. Occasionally pleas for help would be heard from human towns nearby. Had he allowed himself to fight and gone to help would anything really change? Probably not, but it was little use speculating what was done and couldn't change.
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