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Post by Mythia on Dec 4, 2013 21:17:33 GMT -5
A cloaked figure stayed right behind a family entering Tierm, the guards paid little notice. Good she thought, her plan was straight forward. Get in, observe the defenses, find a ship that would take her to Surda, all while staying unnoticed. The figure made her way to an inn, while she watched. After taking what was probably the most indirect route to the inn, she decided to wait a bit before getting a room. She sat in the corner and observed the goings on of the inn. As it was getting late she whent to get a room. The barmaid smiled as she walked over, she cleared her throught and asked "Can I help you?" The figure replied "I'd like to get a room, for a week," the figure handed over the twenty royals. "Up the stairs, second room on the left," the figure was instructed. Apon locating her room the figure quickly assessed it, there was charcoal smudged on the wall. She inspected the bed, it was full of mites and bugs. "Guess I'm sleeping on the floor," and she tossed her cowl back, revealing her elf-liked face, white hair, and golden eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 23:17:24 GMT -5
Hidden in a small grove of trees on the side of a mountain near Tierm, Tehrag and Topaz sat in silence as they watched the city falling to sleep. Tehrag and Topaz had flown a great distance from Du Weldenvarden that day and both were tired. They had been sent to find how great the empire forces were in the city and they were both wary of every movement in the grass. A yellow dragon isn't very easy to hide and they were afraid they might have been seen from the town. They both knew that if they were attacked, they would not have much of a chance. Eventually though, both of them fell into a deep slumber to prepare for the next day.
Ooc: Hope this works for you!
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Post by Mythia on Dec 9, 2013 21:21:25 GMT -5
As she slept, mythia dreamed of ellesmera. Of home, with her parents. About the story's they would tell her, about the dragons, and the riders, and the peace they brought. Poems, and songs, and sagas, about anything you could imagine. Then suddenly she woke, donning her cloke and boots, she left the inn. Out on the streets there was the bustle of merchants setting up. Th roofs were obviously set up strategically, to defend from anything attacking. Her mind floated away again, she thought of living here after the war ended, maybe run a book store... She was jolted from her thought as she bumped into some one. " watch it" he said. It sounded odd to her, almost familiar. Mythia turned around and followed the odd man.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 9, 2013 22:02:41 GMT -5
((Hope this is still open))
Arathale walked quickly through the gates as the guards cast him a wary look but one glance from the man and they backed down to let him through easily with no trouble. Still there were men following him, trying to make themselves look normal but Arathale knew better. "Mikkel Bromsson, return to Uru'baen now and swear fealty so I do not have to hurt you." Arathale swung around and saw something that made him laugh in pure joy for standing in front of him was someone that might have answers.
You are Drayden Brentonsson, prince of the elves, are you not? When the elven boy nodded, Arathale continued with confidence. Then you know that there is someone in the ranks of the elves who goes by the name of Kialandi Morzansson. His name is not actually that and he was not named by my mother but that is my brother so if you do not wish to hurt me then tell me where I can find him now. Instead of answering, the prince simply laughed and disappeared into the crowd.
Arathale shrugged and continued on with his search, having heard of a boy who went by the name of Street Rat in Teirm who knew of Kialandi. Finally he came across something of interest, a girl following another person while trying not to make it as obvious that she was tailing him. Quickly Arathale blended in with the shadows and watched to make sure that there was no danger in the immediate area.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 11:53:56 GMT -5
Tehrag walked through the market aware that many eyes were fixed on his every movement. Despite his attempt to hide his characteristics behind a mask of human appearances, his height and lofty bearing brought the stares of many of the people. He hated markets. People jostling each other aside often hurting others or picking pockets annoyed him. Nevertheless, he had been sent to see how many soldiers there were in Teirm and he was determined to do his duty.
He reached out with his mind, trying to see if there were any people with malicious intent around him but only found two who were curious. They both seemed to be able to hide their mind well and both seemed, though Tehrag could tell very little through their mental barriers, to be focused on him. Another thing he noticed was that neither of them seemed to be human, though again, he wasn't sure.
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Post by Mythia on Dec 29, 2013 19:02:31 GMT -5
Mythia felt a mind, not a human mind at least. She skipped ahead of her quarry, to a stall that was selling trinkets and some sweets. "I'll have a few of the candied fruits,please" Mythia said, as she turned her head to the man she was following, showing a wisp of white hair, if he was observant he would have seen it. After paying the merchant, mythia took her fruit and stood for a second, then walked behind the man.
[ sorry it's so short, I just couldn't think of any thing that would advance the story]
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Post by Brenton on Dec 29, 2013 20:27:14 GMT -5
Arathale walked out of the crowd toward the taller of his two subjects. He quickly dropped into step next to the other person and dropped his voice low. She is a werecat. Be warned I will protect her if you should decide to attack. To prove his point, Arathale gave a low draconic growl and bared teeth that gleamed white. Silently the dragon spirit slipped into the crowd again and closed the gap between himself and Mhthia. You are being followed by someone who is keeping a close eye on me as well. Be careful, werecat, for a dragon spirit can only do so much.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 10:12:49 GMT -5
Tehrag turned quickly, barely seeing the person who had so harshly spoken to him. Who did that guy think he was anyway? If this person who had een following him really was a werecat, then there were stranger things happening here than the elves had thought. Slowly, he approached the werecat and whispered sideways to her, "Could we speak in private?" At the same time, he reached out with his mind to Arathale and asked him to come too. Then trotting along the street, he found a side street that was not crowded and turned onto it, hoping that the other two would follow...
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Post by Mythia on Jan 6, 2014 21:28:56 GMT -5
Mythia strode after the odd man, apon entering the alleyway she whispered to herself "Jeronimo" and walked on unaware of where this would lead. She thought of plans, and routes to escape, and other random things that roamed through her. Her cloak consealed her knives, but also restricted movement, but could also offer extra protection. As to not be caught with her pants down, metaphorically speaking. She was equipped with a blue iron blade on her left side and her crystine dagger on her right, with three throwing knives right next to it. She would not be surprised this time, well at least try not to be. This would be a conversation with a werecat, a dragon spirit, and one odd man.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 6, 2014 22:09:24 GMT -5
Arathale climbed a building beside the alley and moved quickly to get on the other side of the strange man until he was stopped. With a slight rustle, the dragon spirit dropped down behind the man and crossed his arms in frustration at being called to the alley. What do you want, stranger? Wasting my time is never a good idea. Arathale glared at the man but glanced at Mythia and nodded once to show he would protect her if need be. Arathale sniffed once in disdain as he brushed aside his cloak to show a sword and glared once more, waiting for a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 0:50:22 GMT -5
"If you think I'm going to waste your time, you are sorely mistaken. I asked both of you to come with me because, for one, I wanted to know what a dragon spirit and a werecat, that has obviously been in Ellesmera, are doing in Teirm. Secondly, I wanted to see if there was any way I could get you to help me in my mission. But first I must know your position regarding the empire." He looked from one to the other and back again trying to detect any motion that would show their opinion while he contacted Topaz to alert him of the possible need of assistance.
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Post by Mythia on Jan 16, 2014 22:52:57 GMT -5
Mythia gave the odd man a quizzical look, "Hmm, how would you know that I am from ellesmera, as for my position regarding the empire and reason for being in Tierm, I am on my way to the Varden and I wanted to come with information. Bu what about you, why are you here?" She said. Her mind raced, what if she said I much, she didn't know who the odd man was, maybe he was in disguise, or maybe he was a spy, or... Maybe he could just infer that she was from ellesmera, a fact that still bothered her.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 16, 2014 23:36:24 GMT -5
Arathale narrowed his eyes as the man spoke and asked what he was doing in Teirm. Really it was no one's business why he was where he was but Arathale chose to keep his sword sheathed. Brom fought the Empire and died for the cause. His son, Brenton leads the Elven army against the Empire. Eragon Bromsson fights by leading the Varden cause. Does it not stand to reason that Brom's son, Mikkel, also fights the Empire? I'm here because it is my right to go where I want. Now what do you want? Arathale watched the man as he tried to figure out who he was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 9:56:18 GMT -5
"Alright," Tehrag responded, "since you both are at least against the empire, I will tell you who I am and what my mission is." He paused as if to draw breath and then continued, "I am Tehrag Wyrdenson an elf and a dragon rider. I came to Teirm by the command of my Lord, King Brenton Bromsson, to discover the number and type of forces in this great city. If he had not wanted to know so desperately, the king would not have sent me into dangerous territory. Now, as a dragon rider, I ask for your assistance in fulfilling my errand as swiftly as possible. Can I expect your help?"
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Post by Mythia on Jan 28, 2014 21:20:50 GMT -5
Mythia looked at the odd man... No Tehrag. "I've heard of you, and I have been traveling,but last I heard the king was dead. Where is he, the dragon, not the king." She said ever so slightly looking into the sky. Then turning to Mikkel,"Thank you for offering to protect me, but do I know you? It's perturbing, not knowing." Then the small werecat decided to help, seeing as she was going to do so anyway.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 29, 2014 18:46:24 GMT -5
Arathale shook his head at Mythia with a sad smile on his face and a slight droop to his shoulders that spoke of being asked that same question repeatedly. You don't know me, or shouldn't know me personally, but the humans still tell stories of Mikkel Bromsson who was a great leader and fought dragons with his bare hands to protect the innocent. While I am Mikkel Bromsson and I have fought dragons with my bare hands, it was not under that name. No I protect those who are tailed by someone who remains mysterious or tries to hide and I fight great battles when I side with armies. You were being followed by Tehrag and I could sense that you are a werecat so I knew you were worth protecting.
The dragon spirit looked at Tehrag and smirked slightly at the name as if it meant anything to him or why he was ordered to spy on the Empire. He sighed and gave a small nod of approval as he looked at the man with interest to see if he was worth helping in any way. I'll help you because it will help my brothers in their fight and maybe I can find my long lost brother from before. Still the Empire is strong so why do you choose to spy on them in the first place?
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