Towering Monoliths (Vlaer)

[Brenton]

The Spine was like a large army of monstrous giants protecting the devastated and ravaged land that was once Palancar Valley and even within that, Carvahall. This was a small village that a supposed rider had grown up in named Eragon but it was also the last place that Brom was said to have been as well and so the land was calling out to his allies. Now the soft leather boots clicked against the ground as the tall man walked briskly toward where the village had been with his blade, Whirlwind at the ready. He felt the presence of each dragon and spirit that he had slain but they were not angry and instead were whispering in his ear to find Brom to pass on the information that he had. Brenton Bromsson had taken the throne and now there was a rider on the Elven throne as well as the Empire throne. Of course Brenton was unlikely to be as bad as the tyrant king but he was never too safe. Arathale, of Mikkel, walked forward and ran his hand across a soot covered surface while he tried to figure out what was going on with the village.

[Aelodil]

Anurin put his head in his hands and sighed. Outside the door was a crowd of people. Outside the inn was yet another crowd of people. It was a riot. All just because a certain dragon he knew decided to show off his scales. Who might that dragon be? Why, of course! Vanilor. He looked towards the Spine and asked,"Are you happy now? I can't even leave without those crowds following me. This is so stupid." directing his thoughts toward his dragon. Vanilor chuckled, giving a little quake that frightened the people outside who stopped but instantly resumed their obsession with the knob of the door."Indeed, I forgot how funny it can be to do this to you." came the amused response. Anurin groaned. When Vanilor was amused or entertained there was little to do to stop his madness.

Finally, Anurin had had enough. He swung open the door and walked outside, gently pushing anyone trying to bar his path. A few women swooned but he payed them no heed. He continued out the inn and tried to walk towards the Spine. But there was this one fellow young lad who kept barring his path. Anurin stayed calm and looked the young lad, a boy really, what he wanted. The boy responded by saying,"My mother is tired and father is old. And I am too young, so none of us are working the farm. But we need to gain our keep for the food that we sustain ourselves with. Please, do you have any spare coin?" Anurin rolled his head and nodded. He gestured everyone to move back and knelt to the ground. He put his hand on the ground and whispered words in the Ancient Language. Soon enough, he had a small pure golden sphere in his hand. He handed it to the boy, winked, and continued walking. On his way, he spotted a man that seemed strangely familiar. He thought he had seen the man long ago when he was still young. He informed Vanilor and continued watching the stranger as he walked to the village.

[Brenton]

Arathale walked further into what had once been Carvahall and looked around in confusion as he tried to figure out what had exactly happened to the village. It wasn't totally destroyed as there were still structures built and there were parts that showed evidence of a new village starting to grow. Of course people weren't real rich in this area but the farms were still around and now he had come to what was a tavern, looking over to see someone he thought he knew but wasn't completely certain. Brief glimpses of people weren't anything to marvel at but he had to help this village somehow. So when the homeless girl ran up and stared at him pleadingly, Arathale sighed with a playful smile. He knelt down and put his hands on the dirt. Instantly three large trees grew, each bearing a different type of fruit, while a pile of four pieces of gold appeared next to the tree. Arathale wiped his brow and picked up the gold to examine it before he handed a piece to the homeless girl and then three pieces were dealt out to the poor farmers around the area.

On the trees were apples, oranges, and bananas which were all good for the body and plenty helpful to feed some who were hungry or in need of something. Quickly he turned and looked at the trees before singing a small bag out of the trees and then filling it with all four fruits until he was sure he had enough. Arathale, using a small amount of energy, touched the ground once more and created another four orbs of gold that he pocketed. The dragon spirit teetered a bit but then the dragons within him leant energy and he was once more at full strength but still with a headache from using so much magic all at once.

Mikkel walked forward with his head down while he contemplated how he had probably just helped a bunch of people in the village. This was what made it to where he was uncertain of his surroundings and suddenly he was running headlong into another man who seemed to be walking. Instantly Mikkel looked up and his hand dropped to Whirlwind's hilt but he stopped when he saw who it was and smiled at his old acquaintance. Well, Anurin, what are you doing in a village so remote and desolate as it is?