Adopting Feanaro Shadeslayer and Jarkore
Feb 27, 2014 21:57:32 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on Feb 27, 2014 21:57:32 GMT -5
Name: Feanaro
Alias: shade slayer, the shadow
Age:85
Height:6'2
Weight:200lbs
Weapons:Duel elven white knives that are 22-3/8"inch in total length. the blades them selves are 15inches, and a 6ft long bow sung from mallorn heartwood it has a 150lb draw back an feanaro claims to have hit a target from 400yards.
Appearance: fëanàro is more stalky then most elves he stands at 6'2 an weighs a even 200lbs. His hair is also not like other elves, it is thick ,black an linked into short thick locks going down his head into a mohawk (like the mohawk you can have in skyrim) the rest of his head is bald. Feanaros stalky build an weight is due in part to his willingness to eat meat along with the normal elven diet of grains,fruits,nuts and other vegetation. Added with his love of sparring,sword play,and combat training. Makes for a healthy,lean,muscular build. Feanaro often sports an elven made vest with a long sleeve làmare made shirt under it,along with perfectly fitting and flexible pants and knee high brown boots.
Likes: feanaro loves sparring weather it be by the sword,spear,hands,or magic he is always willing to pratice with whom ever needs a partner. He also loves music like all elves feanaro enjoys beautiful songs an sounds made with flutes,harps,lutes,and wooden drums as they spin a melodic tune.often enjoying playing the flute him self useing music as well as magic to make many items out of plants and other things in the forrest of Du weldenvarden,coaxing them to grow into the shapes he desired. Practiceing the remgar & meditation are also high on the list of things feanaro loves to partake in,makeing sure to put a lengthy amount of time into both in order to master both his body and mind.
Dislikes: feanaro loathes people which lie,cheat,or steal he deems these acts as dishonorable as well as a high showing of disrespect. He also dislikes seeing anyone or anything suffer he believes that if he has the power to stop further pain or violence then he shall strike first and strike fast.
Strengths: feanaro is a quick thinker on his toes or when he needs to think of something on the fly. Often comeing up with a plan or idea involving most situations. Thanks to his parients especially his father feanaro has an amazingly high tolerance for pain an unwavering unwillingness to admit defeat or quit. Like all elves magic flows through feanaros veins so he is naturally talented with magic. Also swordsmen ship witch he loves to practice an being an elf feanaro posses physical gifts that make him an incredibly dangerous foe on the field of battle. He is also very apt at the remgar since spending his whole life practicing.thanks to his skill in the remgar feanaro is incredibly flexible being able to do a full split wile also leaning forward laying flat of his stomach and touching the tips of his toes with his hands.
Weaknesses: due to his "quick" thinking feanaro tents to think harder not smarter.being young by elven standards anger as well as pride tend to get him into trouble. But his mother always tells him "in order for you to be old and wise you must first be young and foolish". Being a skilled warrior and fighter feanaro also has a bad tendency to go with brute force in times when finesse or a more delicate touch so to speak could be used,or magic all together to save time and energy. A bad temper is also one of feanaros biggest weaknesses he dose not get angry often but when he does he often does and says things that are out of character for him. If he is fealing moody its best not to poke the bear.
Personality: feanaro is a very kind and soft spoken elf,though he does hunt an eat meat he dose not enjoy killing or harming living things when conflict can be avoided. He is also fiercely loyal to those he holds near and dear to his heart willing to do anything in his power to protect them. Feanaro does not look at other races as inferior to him cause he is an elf like some of his brethren he believes everyone serves a purpose an all the races of alagaesia bring something unique to the table. He is quite friendly as well willing to talk and joke with anyone who cares to engage in a conversation with him.
Family: deraj (father), nerwen (mother).
NOT so brief history:
Fëanáro was born in the city of Nädindel. neighbor to the citys Rena and Sílthrim right next to the ardwen lake witch connects to the gaena river. Born the son of Deraj who was a high ranking solider/general in queen Islandé's army during the times of war.amongst other things Deraj was also an accomplished swordsmen and warrior even amongst elven standards. Feanaros mother Nerwen was a herbalist and healer of sorts. She knew much about botany,anatomy,philosophy,mathematics,History (of alagaesia,as well as all the races of the land)and the plant an animal life surrounding the known areas of Du weldenvarden. Nerwen was also something of a scholar and poet,often enjoying reading what ever she can get her hands on an writeing. For as far back as feanaro can remember he always wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps. To become as skilled with weapons (especially the blade) as well as in the art of combat and to be as liked and respected as Deraj. Feanaro spent his younger days watching his father practice the remgar,the complicated series of stretches an poses elves did in order to stay fit and as his father always said "battle ready". He also enjoyed it when he got to watch his father practice his weapons skills with a friend often enjoying the fast paced dance the two or sometimes more elves did with eachother.
Feanaro was also quite fond of his mothers singing and the stories she would recite to him on days when he would accompanie her for walks through Du weldenvarden. But watching his fathers skills in practice is what stole the show for feanaro watching his dad's fluid motions as he went from pose to pose,strike to strike it was always as smooth and fluid as running water. There was a certain beauty to it that feanaro just could not understand his father told him it was because he had "warriors blood running through his veins". But he wanted to reach that level of skill some day,to be just like his dad a master of combat an self defense. At around the age of four and a half maby five Deraj seeing the enthusiasm,excitement,passion and fire in his sons eyes decided that he would teach his son all he knew about fighting as well as hunting and strategy. Sometimes when he and his father went out on a hunt (his family mostly ate fish or towel but also feasted on deer,wild boar and other such meats from time to time) they would not kill the animal for Deraj wanted to teach his son the art of stealth,how to walk an run silently, to avoid leaves sticks rocks and other such things that make to much noise when you step on them. How to use the shadows and your surrounding area to stay well hidden. But Deraj being a person of high status he did not always have the free tine to teach his son due to being called apon by the queen or other things his time would otherwise be occupied by. His father told him that when these occasions arise he would be spending time with his mother.weather it be an off day with his father or deraj being busy feanaro was to be his mothers student as well learning all he could about the many things his mother knew. Cause his mother also always told him and his father that "a sharp mind is just as important if not more so then a sharp sword and can kill just as quickly"
Eager to learn feanaro agreed to learn everything he could from both his parients. Even at such a young age he was driven by the desire to be just like his father but with the intelligence and wit of his mother. Since feanaro was only close to the age of five his days with his parients were spent learning all the basics weather it be from the remgar to stances and footwork an balance to reading, writeing ,magic and its laws. Feanaro was a fast learner and as he mastered the basics he began to learn from his father attacks,counter attacks,how to defend wile attacking,going through motions building muscle memory. On there hunts feanaro learned how to use a bow an his father tought him what he knew about animals,tracking,stealth,and the finer points of hunting.from his mother he learned reading and writeing in many languages,plants,vegetation what is edible or deadly,what can heal what can kill and what is also good for flavoring food or even make tea. From his mothers teaching feanaro began to notice certain things he was ignorant to before wile on hunts with his father.
Books also became something feanaro loved surprisingly almost as much as swordplay.never turning down the opportunity to let his mother tell a story,feanaro began as time went on to enjoy books and he thirst for the knowladge they possessed. As the years passed feanaro great in not only age and skill but also his body began to change. Due to his time spent training with his dad feanaro began to notice that even now that the tender age of 18 he was broader then most elves. For most elves had slender body builds that simmular to a runner, but feanaro had a strong chin and jaw line wide set stalky shoulders and his chest,arms and legs were also thick with muscle.not surprised by his look for he had been training almost his entire life with all types an manner of weapons. Going left handed,right handed,one eye open or both closed so he could learn how to utilize all of his senses and be ready for most any situation. feanaro also changed his hair style to something he thought would be more feirce for he seen a drawing of an urgal who had this hair style. His father found it silly but since elves are know to change there appearance he figured a hair style change was not so bad. Feanaros father was a great but also very strict teacher often times pushing him to and beyond his physical limits since he was no longer a child and often times not holding back wile they sparred.
Deraj wile teaching and training his son always did his best to bestow knowledge onto his son weather it be from his lessons or his words.his philosophy on life was what he tried to have feanaro understand an it was this "Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and Demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and Its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, Even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and Bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and For the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, The fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and nothing, For abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts Are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes They weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again In a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."
Deraj learned this overall a very very long life since he has been alive since the time the riders were flourishing to the time of there fall and he found this to be sound advice. One time feanaro remembers a sparring match with his father,he was fearing pretty well one of the few times he was. He was pushing the attack on his father striking high,low,switching his sword hand from left to right doing all he could to keep his father off balance an guessing. A cloud if dust began to kick up from the two elves engaging in there deadly dance striking back and forth. Feanaro began to grow frustrated that he could still not best his father no matter how'd hard he tried and this frustration began to boil over. But before feanaro started to grow upset he knocked his fathers sword from his hand an then panting pointed his sword mockingly at his father chest. Grinning widely at his success finally besting his father feanaro said "it seems I have finally bes....."
Feanaro never got to finish his sentance for his father kicked up a hearty amount of dirt and dust into his sons face. Not expecting such a thing feanaro had no choice but to take a face and mouth full of the earth. BAH! was all feanaro could shout before his father quickly seized the opportunity to disarm his son wile spinning feanaro around an putting one hand on his shoulder an his own sword at his back.. as feanaro stood there spitting out dirt,and still trying to render what just Happend he herd his father chuckling thingyy from behind him. Fuming at his fathers trickery thinking that he finally bested his dad in a match he herd his father say in a mocking tone "don't get over confident, and only turn your back on a corpse what have I been teaching you for all these years for if you don't listen to a thing I tell you".
At his fathers words feanaro finally blew his top at being mocked,tricked and defeated agian. So thinking quickly feanaro spun to the opposite side of wear his fathers hand was on his shoulder knocking his fathers sword arm away from him. Wile in the same motion throwing a punch with his other hand out of anger wanting to strike his father for his words. But his punch never found its mark deraj quickly rebounded from his sons sudden action expecting something of the sort since he wanted to teach feanaro another lesson. He cought his sons punch in mid air then squeezing the fist as hard as he could, he herd his son yelp I the pain an shutter under the strength of his father but not falling to a knee or crying out in protest. Deraj used this momment to pull his son almost nose to nose with him an pointed the sword at his throte wile looking feanaro directly in the eyes as if he was burning a whole in his sons face. Deraj spoke in a gentler tone then what feanaro was expecting "you don't ever fight with an angry mind an angry mind is a narrow mind.if you attack like you were an just did near the end of this match your judgment will be clouded by anger and you will lose every time." Deraj then released his grip on his sons hand and feanaro stood there knowing the truth in his fathers words. "He did not mean what he said he ment only to distract me. To anger me and make me attack foolishly" he thought to him self. After a momment feanaro looked up at his father "but you cheated I had you unarmed and beat until you kicked dirt in my face".
Deraj chuckled slightly at his sons statement as he walked over and picked up his own sword. Once both swords were in his grasp deraj spun them both in a circle in one smooth motion. "You had me unarmed but not beat,remember just because your foe dose not have a weapon that dose not make them defeated. Feanaro in battle there is no right or wrong there is only life and death. Beyond this forrest is a even vaster ever changing land scape filled with creatures and beigns who in combat will not hesitate to as you say cheat in order to achieve victory They will stop at nothing."Now standing in front of his son deraj was about to hand feanaro his sword back when he stopped him self "remember that son for if you ever find your self in battle or a duel to the death use what ever means you must to win.for in the end you must decide who's life is more important yours or your enemies. I have raised you to not have fear nor doubt in your heart & mind I am more proud of you my son above all els. Not many could have disarmed me in a one on one duel an such has not Happend in quite some time. Take pride an solis in that." Deraj paused a momment looking down at the swords in his hand allowing his words to penetrate and sink into his sons mind "now I must attend to some business shortly I suggest you wash up eat some lunch then go find your mother she should be at the hut.I believe she could use a hand collecting herbs in the forrest." Looking at the swords once agian then looking back up deraj said "as for your sword, well I believe a little change if pace so to speak is in order. You have mastered the use of the sword I have something els I wish for you to master now for I believe it will suit you and your skills better. But you shall not find out what this is until our next session. "
Nerwen feanaros mother was just as strict in her lessons as his father was. Feanaro often found himself as drained mentally as he was physically. As time went on though feanaro began to enjoy his mothers lessons,he loved learning about magic especially true names and the power they possess. He never would have guessed magic would be so dangerous, complex and difficult. But as feanaro grew skilled in his fathers lessons he also grew skilled in magic. Often enjoying singing iteams out of plants and growing flowers useing magic an music.
One of feanaros prized possessions Happend to be his bow he spent two days singing out of mallorn heartwood. It was 6ft tall an had a 150lb draw back. His father even marveled at his sons handy work "you did well feanaro,this is a weapon to be proud of".
As the years came and went feanaro grew into adulthood. Now at the age of 85 even though he looked no older then 20 maby even 21,feanaro stood 6'2 and weighed 200lbs. He was lean and muscular much like his father,but feanaros face was wear you could see his mother. He had her hazel greenish eyes that held a piercing gaze, heaving his fathers strong jaw and chin.his short pointed noses an his mouth were also his mothers.
Still finding the time to practice with his father when deraj was free, feanaro was able to best his father now from time to time. Ever since deraj presented his son with his new weapon,witch was a pair of twin white elven long knives.the blades were 22 3/8 inches long the accual blades being 15in.seeing how his son moved an fought witch was with a good balance of speed,finesse an force. Deraj knew once feanaro was ready an skilled enugh he would be best suited for a duel wielding weapon.an deraj was quite right for the results didn't take long to show,feanaro was able to best his father for the first time in impressive fashion around a month after receiving his blades.
But deraj did not always have time to work with his son these days.the land of alagaesia blessed with a new rider one who was for the vardens cause.being a general for queen islanzadé deraj was busy preparing the elven warriors to join the varden in the conquest to help eragon kill the king galbatorix. The varden was already on the war path and eragon an his dragon sapheria heaving been to ellesmera to train already.the queen decided it was time for the elves to make there presence known in this war.
So feanaro since his mother was often busy makeing medicine and potions to bring tothe the varden, had ample free time an in that time he kept his skills sharp by working with the soldiers an some times helping his mother.but most of the time feanaro spent his time wondering the forrest of du weldenvarden, exploring the wonders the great forrest held. On one such time when feanaro was walking he was deep in the trees and brush somewhere between his home nädindel an ròna,pondering what he may decide to do about joining the elven army in this war. On one hand feanaro wanted to join, to help the varden release galbatorixs iron grip on the land. Afar all it was what he had been training his whole life forto be a warrior like his father. But on the other hand as feanaro grew in age,skill,an wisdome he felt more natural about things. He had never killed or been in live combat out side of training , an the thought of all out war the death,destruction an mayhem it will bring onto the land made him uneasy. His father always told him "no one truly wins a war,both sides suffer great loss men change in war an because of this even though you may be victorious you still lose." Feanaro read about men going mad after war,haunted by the faces an ghost of the men whos lives they took. At the thought of such a thing feanaro shook his head.
Stepping into a clearing feanaro was barely paying any mind to wear he was going. So lost in his own thoughts he crossed the midway point of the clearinghis when he tripped over a large rock sending him tumbling to the ground.being as graceful as he was feanaro turned his fall into a roll an stoped wile he was in a crouch.looking to wear the stone was that tripped him feanaro noticed it was odd, it was oval in shape and......black.
Being both curious an upset that he almost had grass an dirt for dinner feanaro approached the stone. Crouching in front of it brushing some of the moss that had been crowing on the stone an turning it over once.steering curiously at the stone feanar wondered to him self what this was cause it was apparent that it was no stone. Knowing to well about the dangers du weldenvarden held and the wild magic within the forrest,feanaro remained cautious of this item. After casting a few spells to check if this "stone" was a trap or could harm him. He was at ease to find out that it wouldnt if he touched it, so feanaro decided to pick it up for further observation.
It was incredibly smooth an had a high polished gloss to it,with whites thin lines running the length of the stone looking almost like lightning flashing across a darkens sky. The stone was surprisingly not as heavy as feanaro assumed it would be and it was neither hot nor cold it was more Luke warm fealing,an he felt a slight vibration pule over the stone. Feanaro felt a slight tickle on his consciousness but he brushed it off,"what is this thing" he thought to him self."I bet mother an father would know what this is,I should bring it to them". Agreeing with himself feanaro decided to put the stone or what ever this was back in its spot, then go grab some sticks,moss an vines to make a pack to carrie the stone back home in.
Leaving the clearing feanaro quickly assembled the makeshift pack an made his way back to the stone.apon arriving back at the clearing feanaros sensitive elven ears picked up what seemed like voices. Quickening his pace he arrived at the clearing shortly only this time he was not alone. Standing in the ankle high grass were 5 men,soldiers from the looks of them they were lightly armored an carried short swords at their hips."who in the name of the gods are these people" feanaro wondered out loud."oh I think that is the least of your worries elf".
Feanaro did not even hear this man come up behind him,fealing foolish at such a simple mistake. Feanaro turned on his heel to face the 6th solider an in a thingyy tone he looked the dead in the eye "an I suppose you what I need to worrie about aye human!". Trying to be as arrogant as possible to entice the man to attack him feanaro gave a short smirk,but the solider merely returned the smirk an responded "no elf you have much bigger things to worrie about,now Move!." Shoving feanaro in the shoulder spinning him around half way he took notice to the spear held at the ready in the soldiers opposite hand. Turning around feanaro began to towards the other men standing in the clearing,foundering what these men wanted and why they were even here in the forrest.
"Sir look what I found perking in the brush", the sixth solider said over feanaros shoulder. Looking at the men in the clearing feanaro didn't have much time to look each man over from were he was amongst the trees an brush. But it appeard the man that was now shifting through the grass in the open area was the leader of these men. The man stoped what he was doing an looked up,feanaro automatically did not like the look in this mans eyes there was something unnatural about the gleam he had in them.the coldness in his voice sent a chill up feanaros spine as the man spoke "AH! very good Roland you know I was not expecting a guest, master elf what brings you to this area?." Feanaro never took his gaze of this man but he also kept his mind on the men who were spreading out. Still looking at the lead solider feanaro spoke up,the spearmen stoped feanaro in the middle of the ocean plane."HUMAN you have no right to question my wear abouts In the forrest of my ancestors,it is you who needs to answer for why you are here and what you are doing".
The second feanaro finished his sentence he felt a sharp pain spike inside his skullan his vision went in an out briefly as he staggers forward a few paces. Then he herd the the solider behind him speak "one more out of place remark like that ELF and you will get more then a wack across the head." Anger welled up inside feanaro T the soldiers words an action but he never looked at him. Keeping his gaze cold,unblinking,an calculating and on the solider in charge. But when feanaro spoke he did so that the man behind him an him could hear "human if you strike me agian...." before feanaro could finish speaking the solider behind him drove the bottom end up the spear into the middle of his back,then quickly flipping the spear arounld an swong it like an axe and struck feanaro across the side of his face. Staggering the elf once agian the solider was not done there though,once he struck feanaro in the face he went to thrust the spear into the elfs shoulder.
But as the solider went for his stab feanaro spun around with great speed at the last possible momment. Then grabed the spear with his right hand as he did a 180 dagree turn feanaro pulled the man towards him useing the soldiers momentum against him. Feanaro punched the solider square in the nose fealing the bone an cartilage crunch under his two front knuckles. The solider let go of his spear instantly, grabbing his now flattens and bloodied nose with both hands. Feanaro takeing the spear brought it around behind his back in one swift notion flipping it in a circle one time wile passing it to his left hand.he swing the spear like a club down onto the side of the mans right knee,hearing it dislocate feanaro watched as the solider fell screaming in pain. Then looking the lead solider in the eyes once more feanaro was surprised to see a sadistic smile on his face.
Feanaro then scowled in anger his hate getting the better of him an he brought his foot swiftly an forcefully down onto the grounded soldiers neck. Fealing it crush an break in two under his foot "it will be the last thing you do" finishing what he was going to tell the now dead solider before he struck him agian. Feanaro kept his hate filled eyes on the lead man as he killed one of his men an simply smirked at him playfully as he lifted his foot off the dead mans neck.
Feanaro was utterly shocked by his actions this was the first man he killed,or the first time he was in live combat. It was easyer then he expected an that unnerved him slightly. The fact that killing was so easily done an how he allowed his hate to file his action struck him to the core. But like his father told him "if you have a chance to stop greater violence,then strike first an strike fast". Feanaro had been trained his entire life for momments like this wear he may need to defend him self or others.
The man in charge of the five remaining soliders let out a low evil chuckle wile clapping his hands thrice."well done master elf,well done indeed. I must say im impressed I've witnessed poor Roland over there take out ten men at one time by him self.only to see him snuffed out by a single lowly elf, I must say I commend you.
Knowing that killing these men was his only option,or be killed feanaro calmed racking heart rate.there were a few momments of brief silence between the elf and these men who feanaro knew had to be delt with.so feanaro brushed aside his fear an nerves and smirked slightly.then he drove the spear head first into the ground next to him,then rolled his shoulders slightly,fealing his duel elven long knives his back. Then he raised a hand to feal his face wear the solider called Roland struck him. There was a welt already forming across the right side of his face jaw to ear. Tasting the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, feanaro spit a wad of blood on the ground before speaking to the man he never took his eyes off."why don't you stop hireing behind your men and bold words an come treat me like a lowly elf!. Or have you no stomach to handle your own dirty work human." The man merely smiled at feanaro "what and deni my self the entertainment of watching these fine gents here have a little fun with you."the mans smiled a deepend menacingly "hunting for the eggs of escaped dragons from king galbatorix's clensing is quite a boar some times".
Feanaro felt his stomach drop after the caption finished speaking.even though his face was a still an calm as a untouched cup of water,"a dragon egg! So that's what the stone was. It was an egg from a dragon that escaped galbatorix crusade.feanaro you fool!." The elf thought to him self, how could he be so foolish. These men somehow knew this egg was here but they didn't know were it was exactly. At that momment the captain broke the silence agian "well don't look so surprised little elf you shall be dead soon enugh, an us long gone with the newest addition to the kings dragon egg collection.that we know is in the clearing some ware,I can feal its presence thanks to a nifty piece of magic the king constructed. NOW! Men go have some fun you look anxious enugh to soil your skivvies."
The momment the their leader closed his mouth the remaining soldiers unsheathed there swords an readied there shields. Then began to approach feanaro with the looks of hungry wolves in there eyes. Looking at the men with a stone cold glare that was neither calm nor aggressive or playful feanaro said "so be it" to no one particular,takeing the spear our of the ground. Feanaro began to spin the spear playfully until the men were a near ten yards away. Then the elf struck without warning, griping the spear feanaro threw it with great speed an force an his aim was true. For the mm directly in front of him too the spear right in the heart sending him a shooting a few feet back killing him instantly. Before the dead solider even hit the ground feanaro already swiftly an smoothly drew his blades,spinning them in one complete circle as he began to walk towards the four soldiers. then the dance of death began as feanaro an the four soldiers engaged in open combat, feanaro felt as if everything was happening slower then it accualy was.these men could not even touch him as he parried an dodged every attack. The elf noticed the men didn't attack him as a unit rather they attacked in pairs two at a time. The momment feanaro broke off from one set the other was right there to pick up. But as the battle raged in feanaro began to attack useing every trick he had in his arsenal an befor long two more soldiers lay dead in the clearing.one with his neck sliced open and the other with two stab wounds in his chest an two open gashes across his gut.
Feanaro stood there eyeing the two remaining men. Blood dripping off his once clean blades. Then feanaro thingyily pointed his right sword at the pair and held it there for about half a minute. "You will regret this day for all eternity as you roam the after life. Now make oeace with what ever god it is you pray to so that I may deliver you onto him!". In a rage the two men charged feanaro after he spoke, both howling a savage war cry. Feanaro parried their attacks left,right,and center. Knowing that this contest was going to end soon. Not a few seconds later did feanaro duck under a wild slash an sliced the soldiers hamstring wile then rolling to his side to avoid his partners hack with the war axe. As feanaro rolled once he sprang up and with lightning fast quickness he stabed the axe man in the neck. Leavening his blade in the man feanaro spun in a 180 to the man holding his bleeding leg. An sliced him across the chest then once from chest to bellybutton almost like makeing a 7, then thrusting his blade into the mans heart before he had time to fall or even scream.
Feanaro watched as the lights in the mans eyes went out before he lulled the blade out of his chest. Then shifting over to the solider with the elves other sword in his neck feanaro freed his sword of its fleshy prison with a sickoning *squelch*. Looking at the death spewed across the plane feanaro felt a slight pity for these men. They really stood no real chance against him. Feanaro then herd applause an a sinister laughter comeing from behind him, spinning around quickly feanaro looked in horror as the leader man was now standing in front of the dragon egg.
After watching feanaro slay each of his men with quick precision he spoke to the elf. " master elf you are quite the specimen aren't you. I mean look at what you did to 6 highly trained soldiers all by your lonesome. You impress me more an more, it appears I have underestimated you. But alas that is why the paws move first in the game of chess." Feanaro stood there wanting nothing more then to end this mans life but he held his composer. "Well humsn it appears you have no more men to hide behind. I've made sire of that, now before I end your miserable sad excuse of a life tell me. How did you know this egg was here!. This was something feanaro was trying to figure out ever since he found out about these men hunting for eggs on the kings orders.
The man waited a momment an thingyed his head slightly to one side, as if he was examining feanaro. There was something about this man that didn't sit quite right with feanaro. Finally after a minute of the awkward silence the man spoke. "Well elf if you wish to know before you die, I shall grant your last wish. But before I do let me show you something you may like". The momment the elf final solider finished speaking feanaro knew he was not going to like what this man had to show him. The solider opened his arms wide as if ready to embrace a sweet heart. An then his skin began to ripple and move as if it was boiling an slowly his features began to change. First his skin began to grow paler,his body slimmer,his hair began to change as well. Not only in length but also in color, it dropped to his shoulders in long fire red locks. Feanaro felt a slight chill creep up his spine but he kept his cool an composure his father raised him to not fear anything or any one not even death. But as the solider finished his transformation in front of his very eyes he watched as the spell was finished an feanaro was starring into the eyes of a shade.
Feanaro stood there un utter disbelief, he knew there was something about this man that was not natural. But he figured it to be insanity,thingyiness or something of that sort. But never this not once did he assume the solider was a shade in disguise. As the transformation finally finished feanaro did his best to keep his face passive an his shock and fear hidden. The shade stood their as his body finally stoped bubbling over,he flexed his fingers a few times wile looking him self over. Then his eyes shot up to look feanaro dead in the eyes,an smirked "Now that deals much better I really do hate hiding behind the costume of a mer human. It is quite beneath me, But! The king insist that I do so, so that word of a shade does not get spread across the land. Thus drawing unneeded attention to our mission.".
Feanaro just looked at the shade with a look of combined hatred and disgust. "And what mission is that? To find an destroy all remaining dragon eggs in alagaesia. " at feanaros words the shade chuckled loudly, "you are partially correct and since I promised to infourm you before I destroy you I shall fill you in. Our mission was given to me to gather a small group if highly trains soldiers disguise my self as on of them and with the help of a nice piece of magic created hybrid king, we were to search for and find any an all possible dragon eggs that may have been laid by dragon's lucky enugh to escape the ear against the riders. Not to destroy but to return to him so that the king may build up the riders once more. An most especially to return the forsworn to his ranks. It has been tedious work even with the help of the kings spell. For it only helps locate the area were the egg may be, but not its exact location. An now that I have found another I think I may keep it for my self. To become the first an only shade rider." Then the shade let out a blood chilling laugh that gave feanaro goose bunos up both arms.
When the shade finished laughing feanaro knew he had to kill this being or die trying. He could not let a shade rider roam the land, the destruction would be unimaginable. Cutting off his train if thought the shade spoke agian. "Just think about it elf once I kill you I can use dark magic to make this egg hatch and then become more powerfully then the king himself. It will be marvelous to behold but alas it pains me to know you wont be alive long enugh to witness my rebirth. So I assume by the look on your face you want to fight me now. Don't you?"
The elf had his gaze slightly lowered as he was running strategies an scenarios through his mind. He smirked thingyily at the shades last words, "fight you!,noo,no,no I want to KILL you!" At that feanaro began walking towards the shade for what could be his final battle or the one that will define him and change hin for ever.
As feanaro neared his foe the shade sprang towards him with blinding speed,striking the elf hard in the stomach. Feanaro more surprised by the speed more so then the attack felt they air in his lungs leave,as he slumped forward trying to gasp for air the shade lifted feanaro face, so that they were at eye level the shade looked at him with utter glee "come now elf I didn't even hit you all that hard. If that is all you can take then this is going to be quick indeed." Fealing the air return to his lungs feanaro too a few gasping breaths as the shade gloated. Once the foul being closed his mouth though finishing his talk feanaro struck him in the middle of the throat with quick precision.seeing the surprised look on the shades face feanaro quickly grabed him by the shoulders an headbutted the shade hard right in the nose. Crushing it an further hampering his enemies breathing, fean quickly finished by graving his combatant once agian by his leather armor an rolled backwards launching the shade over his back useing his feet to propel the creature as they roold backwards.
Apon hearing the dull thud of body meeting ground feanaro leapt up grabed his swords and readied him self for the next wave of this contest. Feanaro Began to advance on the shade as he got to his feet an gathered himself. Touching the blood that was now pouring from his nose he looked towards feanaro with a calm expression snitch smirked slightly. "Pain....its been a long time since I've felt pain, its such an odd sensation but pain is our friend. As long as you feal pain you know your still alive,an you do realize I am going to out you through as much pain as possible before I kill you for that little skirmish momments ago." Feanaro was surprised by the shades reaction, he figured it would have been beyond furious but he wasn't. He watched as the puppet of evil spirits drew his own blade an began to make his own advance on feanaro "ill do you a favor elf. I wont use magic to kill you, instead I am going to gut you like a pig but slowly so I can savor the momment when the lights finally leave your eyes. I am going toout enjoy cutting you apart pieces by piece ". The two met with a clash of steel in the center of the clearing,their movements would have been eye straning to follow as the two begins battled back an forth. Feanaro he'd no idea how long they were fighting for, time did not matter nor did the pain that was comeing from his left thigh were he got cut. He felt fatigue creep into his muscle, not a lot but a little an in a battle such as this one against a foe as fast ab powerful as the shade a slight decrease in speed could cost you dearly.
An so they fought, feanaro managed to cut his enemy on the ribs as well as make a few slices in the leather armor the shade wore. But the cut did not seem to hamper the shade,his ever the shade must have sensed feanaro tiering cause he was starting to press the attack. The elf found himself defending for a long period of time, each strike he blocked vibrated his his baldes an up his arms witch were starting to burn from the length of this fight. But time pressed on as did feanaro but he received new bruises from punches an kicks he received during his time locking up with the shade After what seemed liked days of battle feanaro knew he had to do something before it was to late. But as he went for an uppercutting move with one of his blades, the shade brushed it aside swiftly then went to stab fean in the face. The elf only barely dodged the attack but still received a nice gash along the left side of hisbhead.the wound began to pour blood into his eye, as feanaro went to wipe his face with his shoulder he felt a sharp staging pain in his shoulder. As he screamed he knew the shades sword was stuck in his body. This was gong to be the end, yo tiers to hold his blades anymore feanaro stoped them into the grass.
The shade he'd a look of triumph on his face as he twisted his sword s little at a time frombside to side. Obviously enjoying the screams of pain feanaro was makeing, feanaro felt as if he was going to black out from the pain,blood loss,an fatigue as he fell to knee breathing heavy. Coughing up a bit of blood fean thought to himself "so this is how it ends,killed by a shade an no one will even know. Mother,father im so sorry I faild you. I tryed to stop him but he was to strong". Feanaros thoughts were cut off as the shade grabed him by the throat an lifted him off his knee snitch off his feet. Choosing but only slightly feanaro looked inton the eyes of his executioner.
The shade laughed triumphantly at the limp bloody body of his victim."you have skill elf of that I can not lie, you cut up my armor pretty good. If I was not as fast as I am im sure you would have landed a few lucky blows like the one you got on ny nose snitch ribs. Now any last words before I send you to meet your ancestors?." Feanaro felt the point of a sword touch his chest,but before he died he had to do one more thing."as a matter of fact you swine there is one word that comes to mind." Mustering up his last bit of strength,energy,and adrenaline fean put his hands close to the shades neck an shouted "JIERDA!"
Instantly feanaro herd the shades throat crush under the force of the spell. Being dropped to the ground momments after fean had just enugh sense to grab one of his blades, as the shade stumbled backwards holding his throat with a wild shocked look on his face. Feanaro knew this was his chance so he sprang up and drove his sword into the heart of his nemesis all the way to the of the blade and yelling "DIEEEE!". Then let go as he watched the shade begin to shake violently, turn the color of smoke and explode in a flash of light as spirits zoomed out into different directions. Feanaro was thrown back several yards,when he landed he felt his arm strike something. Looking over feanaro saw the dragon egg safe an sound.
Feanaro laid there almost to weak to move,his vision was beginning to fade. But before he slipped into the sweet embrace of darkness he managed to grab the egg an position him self in the fetal position. As a final means to keep the egg safe,he was glad to know it was safe for the time being. As his eyes began to shut feanaro felt the egg vibrate an wiggle almost as if it trying to get comfortable, fean gave a weak smirk an faded into blackness.
For the oddest reason feanaro felt as if he was waking from a dream, he could feal that he was in a bed but that was impossible he had died in the forrest of du weldenvarden. Slowly opening his eyes the young warrior found him self staring up at a ceiling,he laid there motionless for a momment before he tryed to sit up but as he went to he felt a a hand gently of firmly keep him in place. Turning his head feanaro was looking at the two last people he thought he would see, his father who had his hand on his sons chest an the queen who was looking at him with a curious gaze. Confused beyond all belief feanaro spoke out " father? But how,were am I ,the dragon egg. A shade I." Deraj cut his son off mid sentence "calm your self feanaro you are safe now. Everything is fine,I searched your memories wile you were unconscious and I know everything that Happend. Before you ask,we learned of what was happening thanks to one of the many guardians this forrest holds so I along with a few soliders sought you out. When we found you I feared it may have been to late,you were badly injured an lost a good amount of blood but we were able to heal you an I transferred energy to you to keep you alive wile we worked on you. You have been unconscious for about two and a half days now. As for the dragon egg well ill let the queen fill you in" an with that deraj shifted over so that the queen who approached feanaro could address him. "Feanaro you have done an amazing feat,you saved a dragon an defeated a shade and live to tell the tail. We are very proud of what you have done for it was no minor task. But shade slayer there is one thing I must discuss with you before I go".
The queen nodded her head to the end of the bed an feanaro looked to the spot and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sitting on the foot of the bed staring right at fean was a small black dragon. Its scales were as dark as the forrest on a moonless night an they gleamed like glass in the reflection of the sun,its eyes were also solid black were its usually white an they were baby blue with a white circle around the inner part of the retina. Feanaro sat there suddenly loseing the ability to speak, when the queen spoke agian "it appears feanaro shade slayer that this dragon has hatched for you. It Happend just a fort night ago an it has not left you in that time period, to make sure it was truly his dragon fean lifted his hands an sure enugh on his right palm laid a silver mark representing the riders. "This is remarkable,unbelievable,amazing, almost to the point of fantasy I can not believe I have become a rider" feanaro said as the baby dragon crawled up the bed an onto feanaros lap and looked at the elf curiously. "Feanaro I must speak with you quickly I have things I must attend to. " the queen spoke anthe brought feanaro attention back to her. " now you know of the rider eragon and his presence here is no secrete but his reasons are.. he has come here to receive training from another rider named oromis,the only rider who survived the rider war. He has been our secrete snitch ours only, we hoped he would train the next rider when the day finaly came. An so it did an eragon was chosen, but now you have becomes a rider as well and now you to must become a secrete. Eragon has been tasked with a vast amount an because of this his training has been sped up an he has been forced to learn at quicker pace then normal. He will not learn of you for I want you to train with oromis when he is not tending to eragon, for a year before entering the land. Atleast in tjat time your dragon will grow to be a good size an you will gain certain knowledge an skill. This is not a request it is an order."
Feanaro sat there loathing topick the quuens every word an though he didnt want to be a secrete he had no choice but to agree to these Terms. " as you wish my queen I am but your vessel an will obey your commands. I shall remain a shadow an learn all I can in a year before I venture out into the land." The queen gave feanaro s soft gaze an nodded her head in approval of his words, before she turned to leave she put her hand on the young elfs shoulder " I expect great things from your feanaro shade slayer your life is now for ever changed " and with that the queen made her leave.
Deraj sat there looking to his son who was now strokeing the baby dragon down its neck snitch under its chin. "Well son I couldn't be more proud of you this is truly amazing but I also have an army to assemble so i also must leave you. It may be a wile before we meet agian so before I leave know that I love you feanaro no father could have asked for a better son. And with that deraj spoke with his son for a few more minutes before finally getting up to leave knowing that his sones life is now for ever changed. "Remember fean also follow your heart, fight with your brain but also listen to your heart. The heart never lies." An with that deraj left his son to his new fate knowing that alagaesia chances against the mad king just got better.
Dragon Bio
Name: Jarkore
Physical description: Jarkore is a year old so he is around the size of a house. He is as black as night but his scales shine like black ice,or black diamonds if you will. His eyes are baby blue with an solid black all around them. They are quite a site to see when he looks at you. These traits make jarkore look quite majestic an handsome even for a dragon. He is well built with a solid chest an thick legs but he still has room to grow for he is still a baby in a dragons sense.
Personality: jarkore is accualy quite shy wear as feanaro is slightly more social.jarkore usually dose not try to speak with anyone but feanaro for these to hold a very close and strong bond. Probably cause they spent the whole year jarkore has lived together with eachother as there only company. Once jarkore warms up to someone or something he is pretty friendly but other wise he is silent.
Strengths: instincts,hunting,flying,his bond with feanaro,intelligence and insite
Weaknesses: areal combat,pride,hardheaded (not literally).
Likes: feanaro,flying,swimming,sun bathing, hunting,picking on his rider for simple things.
Dislikes: being corrected, threats,pointless confrontation
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: feanaro found jarkores egg in the forrest of du weldenvarden
Alias: shade slayer, the shadow
Age:85
Height:6'2
Weight:200lbs
Weapons:Duel elven white knives that are 22-3/8"inch in total length. the blades them selves are 15inches, and a 6ft long bow sung from mallorn heartwood it has a 150lb draw back an feanaro claims to have hit a target from 400yards.
Appearance: fëanàro is more stalky then most elves he stands at 6'2 an weighs a even 200lbs. His hair is also not like other elves, it is thick ,black an linked into short thick locks going down his head into a mohawk (like the mohawk you can have in skyrim) the rest of his head is bald. Feanaros stalky build an weight is due in part to his willingness to eat meat along with the normal elven diet of grains,fruits,nuts and other vegetation. Added with his love of sparring,sword play,and combat training. Makes for a healthy,lean,muscular build. Feanaro often sports an elven made vest with a long sleeve làmare made shirt under it,along with perfectly fitting and flexible pants and knee high brown boots.
Likes: feanaro loves sparring weather it be by the sword,spear,hands,or magic he is always willing to pratice with whom ever needs a partner. He also loves music like all elves feanaro enjoys beautiful songs an sounds made with flutes,harps,lutes,and wooden drums as they spin a melodic tune.often enjoying playing the flute him self useing music as well as magic to make many items out of plants and other things in the forrest of Du weldenvarden,coaxing them to grow into the shapes he desired. Practiceing the remgar & meditation are also high on the list of things feanaro loves to partake in,makeing sure to put a lengthy amount of time into both in order to master both his body and mind.
Dislikes: feanaro loathes people which lie,cheat,or steal he deems these acts as dishonorable as well as a high showing of disrespect. He also dislikes seeing anyone or anything suffer he believes that if he has the power to stop further pain or violence then he shall strike first and strike fast.
Strengths: feanaro is a quick thinker on his toes or when he needs to think of something on the fly. Often comeing up with a plan or idea involving most situations. Thanks to his parients especially his father feanaro has an amazingly high tolerance for pain an unwavering unwillingness to admit defeat or quit. Like all elves magic flows through feanaros veins so he is naturally talented with magic. Also swordsmen ship witch he loves to practice an being an elf feanaro posses physical gifts that make him an incredibly dangerous foe on the field of battle. He is also very apt at the remgar since spending his whole life practicing.thanks to his skill in the remgar feanaro is incredibly flexible being able to do a full split wile also leaning forward laying flat of his stomach and touching the tips of his toes with his hands.
Weaknesses: due to his "quick" thinking feanaro tents to think harder not smarter.being young by elven standards anger as well as pride tend to get him into trouble. But his mother always tells him "in order for you to be old and wise you must first be young and foolish". Being a skilled warrior and fighter feanaro also has a bad tendency to go with brute force in times when finesse or a more delicate touch so to speak could be used,or magic all together to save time and energy. A bad temper is also one of feanaros biggest weaknesses he dose not get angry often but when he does he often does and says things that are out of character for him. If he is fealing moody its best not to poke the bear.
Personality: feanaro is a very kind and soft spoken elf,though he does hunt an eat meat he dose not enjoy killing or harming living things when conflict can be avoided. He is also fiercely loyal to those he holds near and dear to his heart willing to do anything in his power to protect them. Feanaro does not look at other races as inferior to him cause he is an elf like some of his brethren he believes everyone serves a purpose an all the races of alagaesia bring something unique to the table. He is quite friendly as well willing to talk and joke with anyone who cares to engage in a conversation with him.
Family: deraj (father), nerwen (mother).
NOT so brief history:
Fëanáro was born in the city of Nädindel. neighbor to the citys Rena and Sílthrim right next to the ardwen lake witch connects to the gaena river. Born the son of Deraj who was a high ranking solider/general in queen Islandé's army during the times of war.amongst other things Deraj was also an accomplished swordsmen and warrior even amongst elven standards. Feanaros mother Nerwen was a herbalist and healer of sorts. She knew much about botany,anatomy,philosophy,mathematics,History (of alagaesia,as well as all the races of the land)and the plant an animal life surrounding the known areas of Du weldenvarden. Nerwen was also something of a scholar and poet,often enjoying reading what ever she can get her hands on an writeing. For as far back as feanaro can remember he always wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps. To become as skilled with weapons (especially the blade) as well as in the art of combat and to be as liked and respected as Deraj. Feanaro spent his younger days watching his father practice the remgar,the complicated series of stretches an poses elves did in order to stay fit and as his father always said "battle ready". He also enjoyed it when he got to watch his father practice his weapons skills with a friend often enjoying the fast paced dance the two or sometimes more elves did with eachother.
Feanaro was also quite fond of his mothers singing and the stories she would recite to him on days when he would accompanie her for walks through Du weldenvarden. But watching his fathers skills in practice is what stole the show for feanaro watching his dad's fluid motions as he went from pose to pose,strike to strike it was always as smooth and fluid as running water. There was a certain beauty to it that feanaro just could not understand his father told him it was because he had "warriors blood running through his veins". But he wanted to reach that level of skill some day,to be just like his dad a master of combat an self defense. At around the age of four and a half maby five Deraj seeing the enthusiasm,excitement,passion and fire in his sons eyes decided that he would teach his son all he knew about fighting as well as hunting and strategy. Sometimes when he and his father went out on a hunt (his family mostly ate fish or towel but also feasted on deer,wild boar and other such meats from time to time) they would not kill the animal for Deraj wanted to teach his son the art of stealth,how to walk an run silently, to avoid leaves sticks rocks and other such things that make to much noise when you step on them. How to use the shadows and your surrounding area to stay well hidden. But Deraj being a person of high status he did not always have the free tine to teach his son due to being called apon by the queen or other things his time would otherwise be occupied by. His father told him that when these occasions arise he would be spending time with his mother.weather it be an off day with his father or deraj being busy feanaro was to be his mothers student as well learning all he could about the many things his mother knew. Cause his mother also always told him and his father that "a sharp mind is just as important if not more so then a sharp sword and can kill just as quickly"
Eager to learn feanaro agreed to learn everything he could from both his parients. Even at such a young age he was driven by the desire to be just like his father but with the intelligence and wit of his mother. Since feanaro was only close to the age of five his days with his parients were spent learning all the basics weather it be from the remgar to stances and footwork an balance to reading, writeing ,magic and its laws. Feanaro was a fast learner and as he mastered the basics he began to learn from his father attacks,counter attacks,how to defend wile attacking,going through motions building muscle memory. On there hunts feanaro learned how to use a bow an his father tought him what he knew about animals,tracking,stealth,and the finer points of hunting.from his mother he learned reading and writeing in many languages,plants,vegetation what is edible or deadly,what can heal what can kill and what is also good for flavoring food or even make tea. From his mothers teaching feanaro began to notice certain things he was ignorant to before wile on hunts with his father.
Books also became something feanaro loved surprisingly almost as much as swordplay.never turning down the opportunity to let his mother tell a story,feanaro began as time went on to enjoy books and he thirst for the knowladge they possessed. As the years passed feanaro great in not only age and skill but also his body began to change. Due to his time spent training with his dad feanaro began to notice that even now that the tender age of 18 he was broader then most elves. For most elves had slender body builds that simmular to a runner, but feanaro had a strong chin and jaw line wide set stalky shoulders and his chest,arms and legs were also thick with muscle.not surprised by his look for he had been training almost his entire life with all types an manner of weapons. Going left handed,right handed,one eye open or both closed so he could learn how to utilize all of his senses and be ready for most any situation. feanaro also changed his hair style to something he thought would be more feirce for he seen a drawing of an urgal who had this hair style. His father found it silly but since elves are know to change there appearance he figured a hair style change was not so bad. Feanaros father was a great but also very strict teacher often times pushing him to and beyond his physical limits since he was no longer a child and often times not holding back wile they sparred.
Deraj wile teaching and training his son always did his best to bestow knowledge onto his son weather it be from his lessons or his words.his philosophy on life was what he tried to have feanaro understand an it was this "Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and Demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and Its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, Even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and Bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and For the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, The fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and nothing, For abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts Are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes They weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again In a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."
Deraj learned this overall a very very long life since he has been alive since the time the riders were flourishing to the time of there fall and he found this to be sound advice. One time feanaro remembers a sparring match with his father,he was fearing pretty well one of the few times he was. He was pushing the attack on his father striking high,low,switching his sword hand from left to right doing all he could to keep his father off balance an guessing. A cloud if dust began to kick up from the two elves engaging in there deadly dance striking back and forth. Feanaro began to grow frustrated that he could still not best his father no matter how'd hard he tried and this frustration began to boil over. But before feanaro started to grow upset he knocked his fathers sword from his hand an then panting pointed his sword mockingly at his father chest. Grinning widely at his success finally besting his father feanaro said "it seems I have finally bes....."
Feanaro never got to finish his sentance for his father kicked up a hearty amount of dirt and dust into his sons face. Not expecting such a thing feanaro had no choice but to take a face and mouth full of the earth. BAH! was all feanaro could shout before his father quickly seized the opportunity to disarm his son wile spinning feanaro around an putting one hand on his shoulder an his own sword at his back.. as feanaro stood there spitting out dirt,and still trying to render what just Happend he herd his father chuckling thingyy from behind him. Fuming at his fathers trickery thinking that he finally bested his dad in a match he herd his father say in a mocking tone "don't get over confident, and only turn your back on a corpse what have I been teaching you for all these years for if you don't listen to a thing I tell you".
At his fathers words feanaro finally blew his top at being mocked,tricked and defeated agian. So thinking quickly feanaro spun to the opposite side of wear his fathers hand was on his shoulder knocking his fathers sword arm away from him. Wile in the same motion throwing a punch with his other hand out of anger wanting to strike his father for his words. But his punch never found its mark deraj quickly rebounded from his sons sudden action expecting something of the sort since he wanted to teach feanaro another lesson. He cought his sons punch in mid air then squeezing the fist as hard as he could, he herd his son yelp I the pain an shutter under the strength of his father but not falling to a knee or crying out in protest. Deraj used this momment to pull his son almost nose to nose with him an pointed the sword at his throte wile looking feanaro directly in the eyes as if he was burning a whole in his sons face. Deraj spoke in a gentler tone then what feanaro was expecting "you don't ever fight with an angry mind an angry mind is a narrow mind.if you attack like you were an just did near the end of this match your judgment will be clouded by anger and you will lose every time." Deraj then released his grip on his sons hand and feanaro stood there knowing the truth in his fathers words. "He did not mean what he said he ment only to distract me. To anger me and make me attack foolishly" he thought to him self. After a momment feanaro looked up at his father "but you cheated I had you unarmed and beat until you kicked dirt in my face".
Deraj chuckled slightly at his sons statement as he walked over and picked up his own sword. Once both swords were in his grasp deraj spun them both in a circle in one smooth motion. "You had me unarmed but not beat,remember just because your foe dose not have a weapon that dose not make them defeated. Feanaro in battle there is no right or wrong there is only life and death. Beyond this forrest is a even vaster ever changing land scape filled with creatures and beigns who in combat will not hesitate to as you say cheat in order to achieve victory They will stop at nothing."Now standing in front of his son deraj was about to hand feanaro his sword back when he stopped him self "remember that son for if you ever find your self in battle or a duel to the death use what ever means you must to win.for in the end you must decide who's life is more important yours or your enemies. I have raised you to not have fear nor doubt in your heart & mind I am more proud of you my son above all els. Not many could have disarmed me in a one on one duel an such has not Happend in quite some time. Take pride an solis in that." Deraj paused a momment looking down at the swords in his hand allowing his words to penetrate and sink into his sons mind "now I must attend to some business shortly I suggest you wash up eat some lunch then go find your mother she should be at the hut.I believe she could use a hand collecting herbs in the forrest." Looking at the swords once agian then looking back up deraj said "as for your sword, well I believe a little change if pace so to speak is in order. You have mastered the use of the sword I have something els I wish for you to master now for I believe it will suit you and your skills better. But you shall not find out what this is until our next session. "
Nerwen feanaros mother was just as strict in her lessons as his father was. Feanaro often found himself as drained mentally as he was physically. As time went on though feanaro began to enjoy his mothers lessons,he loved learning about magic especially true names and the power they possess. He never would have guessed magic would be so dangerous, complex and difficult. But as feanaro grew skilled in his fathers lessons he also grew skilled in magic. Often enjoying singing iteams out of plants and growing flowers useing magic an music.
One of feanaros prized possessions Happend to be his bow he spent two days singing out of mallorn heartwood. It was 6ft tall an had a 150lb draw back. His father even marveled at his sons handy work "you did well feanaro,this is a weapon to be proud of".
As the years came and went feanaro grew into adulthood. Now at the age of 85 even though he looked no older then 20 maby even 21,feanaro stood 6'2 and weighed 200lbs. He was lean and muscular much like his father,but feanaros face was wear you could see his mother. He had her hazel greenish eyes that held a piercing gaze, heaving his fathers strong jaw and chin.his short pointed noses an his mouth were also his mothers.
Still finding the time to practice with his father when deraj was free, feanaro was able to best his father now from time to time. Ever since deraj presented his son with his new weapon,witch was a pair of twin white elven long knives.the blades were 22 3/8 inches long the accual blades being 15in.seeing how his son moved an fought witch was with a good balance of speed,finesse an force. Deraj knew once feanaro was ready an skilled enugh he would be best suited for a duel wielding weapon.an deraj was quite right for the results didn't take long to show,feanaro was able to best his father for the first time in impressive fashion around a month after receiving his blades.
But deraj did not always have time to work with his son these days.the land of alagaesia blessed with a new rider one who was for the vardens cause.being a general for queen islanzadé deraj was busy preparing the elven warriors to join the varden in the conquest to help eragon kill the king galbatorix. The varden was already on the war path and eragon an his dragon sapheria heaving been to ellesmera to train already.the queen decided it was time for the elves to make there presence known in this war.
So feanaro since his mother was often busy makeing medicine and potions to bring tothe the varden, had ample free time an in that time he kept his skills sharp by working with the soldiers an some times helping his mother.but most of the time feanaro spent his time wondering the forrest of du weldenvarden, exploring the wonders the great forrest held. On one such time when feanaro was walking he was deep in the trees and brush somewhere between his home nädindel an ròna,pondering what he may decide to do about joining the elven army in this war. On one hand feanaro wanted to join, to help the varden release galbatorixs iron grip on the land. Afar all it was what he had been training his whole life forto be a warrior like his father. But on the other hand as feanaro grew in age,skill,an wisdome he felt more natural about things. He had never killed or been in live combat out side of training , an the thought of all out war the death,destruction an mayhem it will bring onto the land made him uneasy. His father always told him "no one truly wins a war,both sides suffer great loss men change in war an because of this even though you may be victorious you still lose." Feanaro read about men going mad after war,haunted by the faces an ghost of the men whos lives they took. At the thought of such a thing feanaro shook his head.
Stepping into a clearing feanaro was barely paying any mind to wear he was going. So lost in his own thoughts he crossed the midway point of the clearinghis when he tripped over a large rock sending him tumbling to the ground.being as graceful as he was feanaro turned his fall into a roll an stoped wile he was in a crouch.looking to wear the stone was that tripped him feanaro noticed it was odd, it was oval in shape and......black.
Being both curious an upset that he almost had grass an dirt for dinner feanaro approached the stone. Crouching in front of it brushing some of the moss that had been crowing on the stone an turning it over once.steering curiously at the stone feanar wondered to him self what this was cause it was apparent that it was no stone. Knowing to well about the dangers du weldenvarden held and the wild magic within the forrest,feanaro remained cautious of this item. After casting a few spells to check if this "stone" was a trap or could harm him. He was at ease to find out that it wouldnt if he touched it, so feanaro decided to pick it up for further observation.
It was incredibly smooth an had a high polished gloss to it,with whites thin lines running the length of the stone looking almost like lightning flashing across a darkens sky. The stone was surprisingly not as heavy as feanaro assumed it would be and it was neither hot nor cold it was more Luke warm fealing,an he felt a slight vibration pule over the stone. Feanaro felt a slight tickle on his consciousness but he brushed it off,"what is this thing" he thought to him self."I bet mother an father would know what this is,I should bring it to them". Agreeing with himself feanaro decided to put the stone or what ever this was back in its spot, then go grab some sticks,moss an vines to make a pack to carrie the stone back home in.
Leaving the clearing feanaro quickly assembled the makeshift pack an made his way back to the stone.apon arriving back at the clearing feanaros sensitive elven ears picked up what seemed like voices. Quickening his pace he arrived at the clearing shortly only this time he was not alone. Standing in the ankle high grass were 5 men,soldiers from the looks of them they were lightly armored an carried short swords at their hips."who in the name of the gods are these people" feanaro wondered out loud."oh I think that is the least of your worries elf".
Feanaro did not even hear this man come up behind him,fealing foolish at such a simple mistake. Feanaro turned on his heel to face the 6th solider an in a thingyy tone he looked the dead in the eye "an I suppose you what I need to worrie about aye human!". Trying to be as arrogant as possible to entice the man to attack him feanaro gave a short smirk,but the solider merely returned the smirk an responded "no elf you have much bigger things to worrie about,now Move!." Shoving feanaro in the shoulder spinning him around half way he took notice to the spear held at the ready in the soldiers opposite hand. Turning around feanaro began to towards the other men standing in the clearing,foundering what these men wanted and why they were even here in the forrest.
"Sir look what I found perking in the brush", the sixth solider said over feanaros shoulder. Looking at the men in the clearing feanaro didn't have much time to look each man over from were he was amongst the trees an brush. But it appeard the man that was now shifting through the grass in the open area was the leader of these men. The man stoped what he was doing an looked up,feanaro automatically did not like the look in this mans eyes there was something unnatural about the gleam he had in them.the coldness in his voice sent a chill up feanaros spine as the man spoke "AH! very good Roland you know I was not expecting a guest, master elf what brings you to this area?." Feanaro never took his gaze of this man but he also kept his mind on the men who were spreading out. Still looking at the lead solider feanaro spoke up,the spearmen stoped feanaro in the middle of the ocean plane."HUMAN you have no right to question my wear abouts In the forrest of my ancestors,it is you who needs to answer for why you are here and what you are doing".
The second feanaro finished his sentence he felt a sharp pain spike inside his skullan his vision went in an out briefly as he staggers forward a few paces. Then he herd the the solider behind him speak "one more out of place remark like that ELF and you will get more then a wack across the head." Anger welled up inside feanaro T the soldiers words an action but he never looked at him. Keeping his gaze cold,unblinking,an calculating and on the solider in charge. But when feanaro spoke he did so that the man behind him an him could hear "human if you strike me agian...." before feanaro could finish speaking the solider behind him drove the bottom end up the spear into the middle of his back,then quickly flipping the spear arounld an swong it like an axe and struck feanaro across the side of his face. Staggering the elf once agian the solider was not done there though,once he struck feanaro in the face he went to thrust the spear into the elfs shoulder.
But as the solider went for his stab feanaro spun around with great speed at the last possible momment. Then grabed the spear with his right hand as he did a 180 dagree turn feanaro pulled the man towards him useing the soldiers momentum against him. Feanaro punched the solider square in the nose fealing the bone an cartilage crunch under his two front knuckles. The solider let go of his spear instantly, grabbing his now flattens and bloodied nose with both hands. Feanaro takeing the spear brought it around behind his back in one swift notion flipping it in a circle one time wile passing it to his left hand.he swing the spear like a club down onto the side of the mans right knee,hearing it dislocate feanaro watched as the solider fell screaming in pain. Then looking the lead solider in the eyes once more feanaro was surprised to see a sadistic smile on his face.
Feanaro then scowled in anger his hate getting the better of him an he brought his foot swiftly an forcefully down onto the grounded soldiers neck. Fealing it crush an break in two under his foot "it will be the last thing you do" finishing what he was going to tell the now dead solider before he struck him agian. Feanaro kept his hate filled eyes on the lead man as he killed one of his men an simply smirked at him playfully as he lifted his foot off the dead mans neck.
Feanaro was utterly shocked by his actions this was the first man he killed,or the first time he was in live combat. It was easyer then he expected an that unnerved him slightly. The fact that killing was so easily done an how he allowed his hate to file his action struck him to the core. But like his father told him "if you have a chance to stop greater violence,then strike first an strike fast". Feanaro had been trained his entire life for momments like this wear he may need to defend him self or others.
The man in charge of the five remaining soliders let out a low evil chuckle wile clapping his hands thrice."well done master elf,well done indeed. I must say im impressed I've witnessed poor Roland over there take out ten men at one time by him self.only to see him snuffed out by a single lowly elf, I must say I commend you.
Knowing that killing these men was his only option,or be killed feanaro calmed racking heart rate.there were a few momments of brief silence between the elf and these men who feanaro knew had to be delt with.so feanaro brushed aside his fear an nerves and smirked slightly.then he drove the spear head first into the ground next to him,then rolled his shoulders slightly,fealing his duel elven long knives his back. Then he raised a hand to feal his face wear the solider called Roland struck him. There was a welt already forming across the right side of his face jaw to ear. Tasting the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, feanaro spit a wad of blood on the ground before speaking to the man he never took his eyes off."why don't you stop hireing behind your men and bold words an come treat me like a lowly elf!. Or have you no stomach to handle your own dirty work human." The man merely smiled at feanaro "what and deni my self the entertainment of watching these fine gents here have a little fun with you."the mans smiled a deepend menacingly "hunting for the eggs of escaped dragons from king galbatorix's clensing is quite a boar some times".
Feanaro felt his stomach drop after the caption finished speaking.even though his face was a still an calm as a untouched cup of water,"a dragon egg! So that's what the stone was. It was an egg from a dragon that escaped galbatorix crusade.feanaro you fool!." The elf thought to him self, how could he be so foolish. These men somehow knew this egg was here but they didn't know were it was exactly. At that momment the captain broke the silence agian "well don't look so surprised little elf you shall be dead soon enugh, an us long gone with the newest addition to the kings dragon egg collection.that we know is in the clearing some ware,I can feal its presence thanks to a nifty piece of magic the king constructed. NOW! Men go have some fun you look anxious enugh to soil your skivvies."
The momment the their leader closed his mouth the remaining soldiers unsheathed there swords an readied there shields. Then began to approach feanaro with the looks of hungry wolves in there eyes. Looking at the men with a stone cold glare that was neither calm nor aggressive or playful feanaro said "so be it" to no one particular,takeing the spear our of the ground. Feanaro began to spin the spear playfully until the men were a near ten yards away. Then the elf struck without warning, griping the spear feanaro threw it with great speed an force an his aim was true. For the mm directly in front of him too the spear right in the heart sending him a shooting a few feet back killing him instantly. Before the dead solider even hit the ground feanaro already swiftly an smoothly drew his blades,spinning them in one complete circle as he began to walk towards the four soldiers. then the dance of death began as feanaro an the four soldiers engaged in open combat, feanaro felt as if everything was happening slower then it accualy was.these men could not even touch him as he parried an dodged every attack. The elf noticed the men didn't attack him as a unit rather they attacked in pairs two at a time. The momment feanaro broke off from one set the other was right there to pick up. But as the battle raged in feanaro began to attack useing every trick he had in his arsenal an befor long two more soldiers lay dead in the clearing.one with his neck sliced open and the other with two stab wounds in his chest an two open gashes across his gut.
Feanaro stood there eyeing the two remaining men. Blood dripping off his once clean blades. Then feanaro thingyily pointed his right sword at the pair and held it there for about half a minute. "You will regret this day for all eternity as you roam the after life. Now make oeace with what ever god it is you pray to so that I may deliver you onto him!". In a rage the two men charged feanaro after he spoke, both howling a savage war cry. Feanaro parried their attacks left,right,and center. Knowing that this contest was going to end soon. Not a few seconds later did feanaro duck under a wild slash an sliced the soldiers hamstring wile then rolling to his side to avoid his partners hack with the war axe. As feanaro rolled once he sprang up and with lightning fast quickness he stabed the axe man in the neck. Leavening his blade in the man feanaro spun in a 180 to the man holding his bleeding leg. An sliced him across the chest then once from chest to bellybutton almost like makeing a 7, then thrusting his blade into the mans heart before he had time to fall or even scream.
Feanaro watched as the lights in the mans eyes went out before he lulled the blade out of his chest. Then shifting over to the solider with the elves other sword in his neck feanaro freed his sword of its fleshy prison with a sickoning *squelch*. Looking at the death spewed across the plane feanaro felt a slight pity for these men. They really stood no real chance against him. Feanaro then herd applause an a sinister laughter comeing from behind him, spinning around quickly feanaro looked in horror as the leader man was now standing in front of the dragon egg.
After watching feanaro slay each of his men with quick precision he spoke to the elf. " master elf you are quite the specimen aren't you. I mean look at what you did to 6 highly trained soldiers all by your lonesome. You impress me more an more, it appears I have underestimated you. But alas that is why the paws move first in the game of chess." Feanaro stood there wanting nothing more then to end this mans life but he held his composer. "Well humsn it appears you have no more men to hide behind. I've made sire of that, now before I end your miserable sad excuse of a life tell me. How did you know this egg was here!. This was something feanaro was trying to figure out ever since he found out about these men hunting for eggs on the kings orders.
The man waited a momment an thingyed his head slightly to one side, as if he was examining feanaro. There was something about this man that didn't sit quite right with feanaro. Finally after a minute of the awkward silence the man spoke. "Well elf if you wish to know before you die, I shall grant your last wish. But before I do let me show you something you may like". The momment the elf final solider finished speaking feanaro knew he was not going to like what this man had to show him. The solider opened his arms wide as if ready to embrace a sweet heart. An then his skin began to ripple and move as if it was boiling an slowly his features began to change. First his skin began to grow paler,his body slimmer,his hair began to change as well. Not only in length but also in color, it dropped to his shoulders in long fire red locks. Feanaro felt a slight chill creep up his spine but he kept his cool an composure his father raised him to not fear anything or any one not even death. But as the solider finished his transformation in front of his very eyes he watched as the spell was finished an feanaro was starring into the eyes of a shade.
Feanaro stood there un utter disbelief, he knew there was something about this man that was not natural. But he figured it to be insanity,thingyiness or something of that sort. But never this not once did he assume the solider was a shade in disguise. As the transformation finally finished feanaro did his best to keep his face passive an his shock and fear hidden. The shade stood their as his body finally stoped bubbling over,he flexed his fingers a few times wile looking him self over. Then his eyes shot up to look feanaro dead in the eyes,an smirked "Now that deals much better I really do hate hiding behind the costume of a mer human. It is quite beneath me, But! The king insist that I do so, so that word of a shade does not get spread across the land. Thus drawing unneeded attention to our mission.".
Feanaro just looked at the shade with a look of combined hatred and disgust. "And what mission is that? To find an destroy all remaining dragon eggs in alagaesia. " at feanaros words the shade chuckled loudly, "you are partially correct and since I promised to infourm you before I destroy you I shall fill you in. Our mission was given to me to gather a small group if highly trains soldiers disguise my self as on of them and with the help of a nice piece of magic created hybrid king, we were to search for and find any an all possible dragon eggs that may have been laid by dragon's lucky enugh to escape the ear against the riders. Not to destroy but to return to him so that the king may build up the riders once more. An most especially to return the forsworn to his ranks. It has been tedious work even with the help of the kings spell. For it only helps locate the area were the egg may be, but not its exact location. An now that I have found another I think I may keep it for my self. To become the first an only shade rider." Then the shade let out a blood chilling laugh that gave feanaro goose bunos up both arms.
When the shade finished laughing feanaro knew he had to kill this being or die trying. He could not let a shade rider roam the land, the destruction would be unimaginable. Cutting off his train if thought the shade spoke agian. "Just think about it elf once I kill you I can use dark magic to make this egg hatch and then become more powerfully then the king himself. It will be marvelous to behold but alas it pains me to know you wont be alive long enugh to witness my rebirth. So I assume by the look on your face you want to fight me now. Don't you?"
The elf had his gaze slightly lowered as he was running strategies an scenarios through his mind. He smirked thingyily at the shades last words, "fight you!,noo,no,no I want to KILL you!" At that feanaro began walking towards the shade for what could be his final battle or the one that will define him and change hin for ever.
As feanaro neared his foe the shade sprang towards him with blinding speed,striking the elf hard in the stomach. Feanaro more surprised by the speed more so then the attack felt they air in his lungs leave,as he slumped forward trying to gasp for air the shade lifted feanaro face, so that they were at eye level the shade looked at him with utter glee "come now elf I didn't even hit you all that hard. If that is all you can take then this is going to be quick indeed." Fealing the air return to his lungs feanaro too a few gasping breaths as the shade gloated. Once the foul being closed his mouth though finishing his talk feanaro struck him in the middle of the throat with quick precision.seeing the surprised look on the shades face feanaro quickly grabed him by the shoulders an headbutted the shade hard right in the nose. Crushing it an further hampering his enemies breathing, fean quickly finished by graving his combatant once agian by his leather armor an rolled backwards launching the shade over his back useing his feet to propel the creature as they roold backwards.
Apon hearing the dull thud of body meeting ground feanaro leapt up grabed his swords and readied him self for the next wave of this contest. Feanaro Began to advance on the shade as he got to his feet an gathered himself. Touching the blood that was now pouring from his nose he looked towards feanaro with a calm expression snitch smirked slightly. "Pain....its been a long time since I've felt pain, its such an odd sensation but pain is our friend. As long as you feal pain you know your still alive,an you do realize I am going to out you through as much pain as possible before I kill you for that little skirmish momments ago." Feanaro was surprised by the shades reaction, he figured it would have been beyond furious but he wasn't. He watched as the puppet of evil spirits drew his own blade an began to make his own advance on feanaro "ill do you a favor elf. I wont use magic to kill you, instead I am going to gut you like a pig but slowly so I can savor the momment when the lights finally leave your eyes. I am going toout enjoy cutting you apart pieces by piece ". The two met with a clash of steel in the center of the clearing,their movements would have been eye straning to follow as the two begins battled back an forth. Feanaro he'd no idea how long they were fighting for, time did not matter nor did the pain that was comeing from his left thigh were he got cut. He felt fatigue creep into his muscle, not a lot but a little an in a battle such as this one against a foe as fast ab powerful as the shade a slight decrease in speed could cost you dearly.
An so they fought, feanaro managed to cut his enemy on the ribs as well as make a few slices in the leather armor the shade wore. But the cut did not seem to hamper the shade,his ever the shade must have sensed feanaro tiering cause he was starting to press the attack. The elf found himself defending for a long period of time, each strike he blocked vibrated his his baldes an up his arms witch were starting to burn from the length of this fight. But time pressed on as did feanaro but he received new bruises from punches an kicks he received during his time locking up with the shade After what seemed liked days of battle feanaro knew he had to do something before it was to late. But as he went for an uppercutting move with one of his blades, the shade brushed it aside swiftly then went to stab fean in the face. The elf only barely dodged the attack but still received a nice gash along the left side of hisbhead.the wound began to pour blood into his eye, as feanaro went to wipe his face with his shoulder he felt a sharp staging pain in his shoulder. As he screamed he knew the shades sword was stuck in his body. This was gong to be the end, yo tiers to hold his blades anymore feanaro stoped them into the grass.
The shade he'd a look of triumph on his face as he twisted his sword s little at a time frombside to side. Obviously enjoying the screams of pain feanaro was makeing, feanaro felt as if he was going to black out from the pain,blood loss,an fatigue as he fell to knee breathing heavy. Coughing up a bit of blood fean thought to himself "so this is how it ends,killed by a shade an no one will even know. Mother,father im so sorry I faild you. I tryed to stop him but he was to strong". Feanaros thoughts were cut off as the shade grabed him by the throat an lifted him off his knee snitch off his feet. Choosing but only slightly feanaro looked inton the eyes of his executioner.
The shade laughed triumphantly at the limp bloody body of his victim."you have skill elf of that I can not lie, you cut up my armor pretty good. If I was not as fast as I am im sure you would have landed a few lucky blows like the one you got on ny nose snitch ribs. Now any last words before I send you to meet your ancestors?." Feanaro felt the point of a sword touch his chest,but before he died he had to do one more thing."as a matter of fact you swine there is one word that comes to mind." Mustering up his last bit of strength,energy,and adrenaline fean put his hands close to the shades neck an shouted "JIERDA!"
Instantly feanaro herd the shades throat crush under the force of the spell. Being dropped to the ground momments after fean had just enugh sense to grab one of his blades, as the shade stumbled backwards holding his throat with a wild shocked look on his face. Feanaro knew this was his chance so he sprang up and drove his sword into the heart of his nemesis all the way to the of the blade and yelling "DIEEEE!". Then let go as he watched the shade begin to shake violently, turn the color of smoke and explode in a flash of light as spirits zoomed out into different directions. Feanaro was thrown back several yards,when he landed he felt his arm strike something. Looking over feanaro saw the dragon egg safe an sound.
Feanaro laid there almost to weak to move,his vision was beginning to fade. But before he slipped into the sweet embrace of darkness he managed to grab the egg an position him self in the fetal position. As a final means to keep the egg safe,he was glad to know it was safe for the time being. As his eyes began to shut feanaro felt the egg vibrate an wiggle almost as if it trying to get comfortable, fean gave a weak smirk an faded into blackness.
For the oddest reason feanaro felt as if he was waking from a dream, he could feal that he was in a bed but that was impossible he had died in the forrest of du weldenvarden. Slowly opening his eyes the young warrior found him self staring up at a ceiling,he laid there motionless for a momment before he tryed to sit up but as he went to he felt a a hand gently of firmly keep him in place. Turning his head feanaro was looking at the two last people he thought he would see, his father who had his hand on his sons chest an the queen who was looking at him with a curious gaze. Confused beyond all belief feanaro spoke out " father? But how,were am I ,the dragon egg. A shade I." Deraj cut his son off mid sentence "calm your self feanaro you are safe now. Everything is fine,I searched your memories wile you were unconscious and I know everything that Happend. Before you ask,we learned of what was happening thanks to one of the many guardians this forrest holds so I along with a few soliders sought you out. When we found you I feared it may have been to late,you were badly injured an lost a good amount of blood but we were able to heal you an I transferred energy to you to keep you alive wile we worked on you. You have been unconscious for about two and a half days now. As for the dragon egg well ill let the queen fill you in" an with that deraj shifted over so that the queen who approached feanaro could address him. "Feanaro you have done an amazing feat,you saved a dragon an defeated a shade and live to tell the tail. We are very proud of what you have done for it was no minor task. But shade slayer there is one thing I must discuss with you before I go".
The queen nodded her head to the end of the bed an feanaro looked to the spot and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sitting on the foot of the bed staring right at fean was a small black dragon. Its scales were as dark as the forrest on a moonless night an they gleamed like glass in the reflection of the sun,its eyes were also solid black were its usually white an they were baby blue with a white circle around the inner part of the retina. Feanaro sat there suddenly loseing the ability to speak, when the queen spoke agian "it appears feanaro shade slayer that this dragon has hatched for you. It Happend just a fort night ago an it has not left you in that time period, to make sure it was truly his dragon fean lifted his hands an sure enugh on his right palm laid a silver mark representing the riders. "This is remarkable,unbelievable,amazing, almost to the point of fantasy I can not believe I have become a rider" feanaro said as the baby dragon crawled up the bed an onto feanaros lap and looked at the elf curiously. "Feanaro I must speak with you quickly I have things I must attend to. " the queen spoke anthe brought feanaro attention back to her. " now you know of the rider eragon and his presence here is no secrete but his reasons are.. he has come here to receive training from another rider named oromis,the only rider who survived the rider war. He has been our secrete snitch ours only, we hoped he would train the next rider when the day finaly came. An so it did an eragon was chosen, but now you have becomes a rider as well and now you to must become a secrete. Eragon has been tasked with a vast amount an because of this his training has been sped up an he has been forced to learn at quicker pace then normal. He will not learn of you for I want you to train with oromis when he is not tending to eragon, for a year before entering the land. Atleast in tjat time your dragon will grow to be a good size an you will gain certain knowledge an skill. This is not a request it is an order."
Feanaro sat there loathing topick the quuens every word an though he didnt want to be a secrete he had no choice but to agree to these Terms. " as you wish my queen I am but your vessel an will obey your commands. I shall remain a shadow an learn all I can in a year before I venture out into the land." The queen gave feanaro s soft gaze an nodded her head in approval of his words, before she turned to leave she put her hand on the young elfs shoulder " I expect great things from your feanaro shade slayer your life is now for ever changed " and with that the queen made her leave.
Deraj sat there looking to his son who was now strokeing the baby dragon down its neck snitch under its chin. "Well son I couldn't be more proud of you this is truly amazing but I also have an army to assemble so i also must leave you. It may be a wile before we meet agian so before I leave know that I love you feanaro no father could have asked for a better son. And with that deraj spoke with his son for a few more minutes before finally getting up to leave knowing that his sones life is now for ever changed. "Remember fean also follow your heart, fight with your brain but also listen to your heart. The heart never lies." An with that deraj left his son to his new fate knowing that alagaesia chances against the mad king just got better.
Dragon Bio
Name: Jarkore
Physical description: Jarkore is a year old so he is around the size of a house. He is as black as night but his scales shine like black ice,or black diamonds if you will. His eyes are baby blue with an solid black all around them. They are quite a site to see when he looks at you. These traits make jarkore look quite majestic an handsome even for a dragon. He is well built with a solid chest an thick legs but he still has room to grow for he is still a baby in a dragons sense.
Personality: jarkore is accualy quite shy wear as feanaro is slightly more social.jarkore usually dose not try to speak with anyone but feanaro for these to hold a very close and strong bond. Probably cause they spent the whole year jarkore has lived together with eachother as there only company. Once jarkore warms up to someone or something he is pretty friendly but other wise he is silent.
Strengths: instincts,hunting,flying,his bond with feanaro,intelligence and insite
Weaknesses: areal combat,pride,hardheaded (not literally).
Likes: feanaro,flying,swimming,sun bathing, hunting,picking on his rider for simple things.
Dislikes: being corrected, threats,pointless confrontation
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: feanaro found jarkores egg in the forrest of du weldenvarden
