The Battle of Urû’baen

[Quetzal]

It was a sunny spring day, but a chill still bit at the air, a remnant from winter. Grass outside the city of Uru'baen rippled lazily in the breeze. Birds were singing. There was not a cloud to be seen in the gorgeous blue sky. A beautiful day for events that were far from beautiful.

The Varden's camp was sat not much more than a mile from the city walls. Today it was empty aside from those unable to fight and healers left to care for any wounded who were lucky enough to be dragged back to camp. Other healers were out with all the rest of the Varden force, marching for the city. As many people as could possibly be gathered were joined with that force to make an army of great size, yet among them the vast majority had only minimal training. Many marched to their deaths. Knights, lords and their heirs, archers, carpenters, stableboys, squires, rich and poor, young and old, everyone fought together here. Peasants and nobles, men and women, young and old, elves, urgals, dwarves, humans, werecats, and others still, such a diverse group had never been seen working together on such a huge scale before. The common longing for the fall of the Empire united them. Some fought in desperation, some in vengeance, some for glory. Whatever the reason, they all fought, and they all fought together. Those with more skill led small groups, and those with yet more skill organised the groups together. Discipline was key to a victory. The Varden would have no lack of it.

The Empire ranks had the advantage of the protection of the city walls. They consisted almost exclusively of humans, from the same backgrounds as humans of the Varden. They had all sworn an oath, many willingly, although those who the Empire had great use for had often been scouted out, captured and forced to swearing their oaths. More organised that the Varden, they were strictly controlled by highly trained officers. All had received some form of training, as with the Varden, but theirs was more rigorous, designed to turn them into fearless warriors. A large proportion of them had been subject to spells making them unable to feel pain. This made them ruthless attackers who would not, could not, stop attacking and obeying. They coated the walls of Uru'baen, gathering around the gates and filling the streets. All the citizens had either fled or were hiding in cellars or shelters. The Empire knew the Varden were on the move; they had their spies in the ranks reporting every movement and consideration of movement.

Riders on both sides were poised ready to fight, either on their dragons or among the other soldiers on the ground. Those who had opted to fight on the ground had left their dragons to fly and fight riderless alongside the other Riders and dragons. A few flapped menacingly above, giving courage to their troops and inspiring fear in their enemy. Neither side wanted to give away exactly how many Riders and dragons they had just yet.

Warhorns sounded from the front of the Varden's ranks. A fierce battlecry went up among the warriors. Along the walls of Uru'baen, answering cries and warhorns sounded in defiance.

The final battle of the Varden had begun.

*** INFORMATION ***

The staff have decided that the war councils really were taking far too long, so we might as well get on with things and start the battle already! Don't worry, you can still make threads set before the battle if you need to sort out a few things. Anyway, welcome to the Varden's attack on Uru'baen. Win or lose, this will be the last battle for the Varden. Better make it count! Everyone may join this thread, but of course you don't have to. Any character is welcome to fight for either the Varden or the Empire. So you know what your character will probably be doing;

Varden

HUMANS and ELVES will be bringing down a weaker gate more heavily guarded. They have better spellcasters and archers to deal with attacks from above. They will be making advantage of their speed and cunning, and the elves' magical ability. Once through the gate, the aim is to make way through the city, meet the other Varden troops in the middle of the city, then march towards the castle together.

WERECATS are already in the city, disguised as ordinary cats. They will be slipping into guard towers, mainly targeting the gates at which the humans and elves are located. Their goal is to make their way through the tower, picking off soldiers until they can find a way to release the gates or until the humans and elves break it down first, most likely the former. Once the gates are open, they are free to do as they please so long as they storm the castle with the rest of the Varden forces.

URGALS and DWARVES will be targeting a less easily guarded, heavier gate. Their strength should be enough to batter it down. Their species have no magical talent, so none can use magic to attack any guards present. They will rely on brute force as the strongest and most durable races. Once through the gate, the aim is to make way through the city, meet the other Varden troops in the middle of the city, then march towards the castle together.

RIDERS/DRAGONS/DRAGON SPIRITS will target Empire Riders and dragons. Where possible, they will attack soldiers on the ground, but this is not advised. They are under strict instructions not to aim fire at the city, since this could easily set fire to a building, causing damage to civilians. There's no point trying to take a city if there's no city left when you're done! Once the troops break through the gates, there is too high a risk of accidentally hitting friends as well as foes on the ground. Stick to the skies. Main priority is to stop Empire Riders from attacking Varden troops. Capturing Empire Riders and dragons is preferable to killing them, since they may yet be turned good and dragons are too rare to kill.

OTHERS may have another idea, whatever race they're from. Not all forces may be going for the gates. Indivudual groups may opt for scaling the city walls with ladders, being dropped in by a dragon (if you're friends with another member's character big enough to carry you), or some other plan you've come up with. Be aware that this is a minority.

SOME RIDERS AND THEIR DRAGONS will be targeting Galbatorix. Of course, this team is headed by Eragon and Saphira. This group is small, so not every member-played Rider can be in it. Please keep that in mind. You are welcome to have your Rider join this group once Galbatorix joins the fight, but be sensible with this as it's vitally important plenty of Riders are left over to keep all the Empire Riders busy! Some of those guys are pretty powerful, so it'll take a few of the Varden to keep each one from doing serious damage! We couldn't have all the Empire Riders burning the Varden to the ground while all their Riders try attacking Galbatorix at one now, can we? You're all still very important, don't worry.

Empire

ON THE WALLS soldiers are posted to open fire on the Varden troops. Their goal is to cut down as many as possible before they can even reach the walls, and to stop anyone entering the city by any means. These soldiers are heavily concentrated around the gates. Should a breach be made, they will continue firing on the Varden from above as they fight below. Once the Varden get deeper in the city many of these will leave the walls to catch them from behind.

ON THE GROUND soldiers will have a bit of a wait. Once the Varden enter the city, their goal is quite simply to stop them getting any further. These soldiers are posted in huge groups all over the city, especially around the gates and castle.

RIDERS will aim to attack enemy troops from above. They are under orders not to risk destroying the city, but unlike the Varden, there is less care whether they might accidentally kill Empire soldiers as well as Varden ones, so they are free to breathe flames on the soldiers and claw at them to their heart's content. The Varden Riders and dragons are their main targets, though, as they pose the biggest threat. Again, preferable to take these alive so they can be tortured into joining the Empire, but killing them isn't too much of a disappointment either.

Overall Plan

Varden troops attack from two gates, the urgals and dwarves striking the toughest one, the elves and humans one that is more heavily guarded but weaker. Once through, they will cut their way to the middle of the city and march onward to storm the castle. They will kill or capture any noble or commanding officer they find in the castle until it is completely won over. Meanwhile, the dragons will keep the Empire Riders busy and aim to kill or capture as many as they can, a small team led by Eragon and Saphira aiming to draw out Galbatorix and Shruikan with the intention of killing them.

Some Rules

Has to be done, I'm afraid. All the normal rules apply, of course, but I thought I'd emphasize a few points.

1. Don't powerplay or be way too overpowered. Especially the overpowered part. It just makes it no fun when there's no tension. Obviously some characters are going to be really powerful and take out a lot of people, but don't make it ridiculous and give other people's characters a chance when you're fighting them. Then it's more fun for everyone if their character can actually be evenly matched.

2. No godmodding! Don't say what another person's character is doing, let them do that.

3. Spoils are allowed, but permission must be granted for anything significant. If your character finds a Rider blade or an enchanted necklace or something, you must have staff permission before having that happen. Minor things like gold or small knick knacks can be found without permission.

4. Tying in with the last point, any powering up of your character must be approved by a staff member. We expect your character to stay as strong as they are during the battle. If you want them to suddenly become stronger for any reason, able to use better magic or hit harder or run faster, anything, you must get staff permission.

5. When fighting other members, ask before you do anything extreme. You might want to figure out in advance who will win, and obviously it wouldn't be fair to kill or seriously injure another person's character without their say-so. Equally well, if you want your character to die or be seriously injured, tell whoever you're fighting unless it's done by a stray arrow or something. Otherwise they might keep awkwardly making their character somehow avoid hitting yours for fear of killing when it's not wanted.

6. Please listen to all other members, not just staff. Everyone's opinion is important here. These rules apply to staff members too, by the way, so don't be afraid to call us out if we do something you don't like! Our aim is to make sure everyone has a good time here and we want to make this an intense experience for all characters, not just a select few most powerful ones. If you have any confusion about anything, PM myself, Emi or Brenton straight away. Be aware that if you ask something in the shoutbox other people might post stuff after and we won't always see it. I hope you all enjoy this!

Posting Order

We're following a posting order, otherwise big threads like this quickly get out of hand and people can be skipped for ages without anyone noticing. If you want to be skipped or swap places with someone for a turn, please say so. If you were skipped without wanting to be, go ahead and post, the posting order will continue as normal. The posting order is as follows:

Harbor
Quetzal
Spartan322 (Sedine) (inactive)
Timmir
Nandon
Ryarion (inactive)
Dragonkin (inactive)
Nedra (Emiryal)
flamebreath (Brenton)
David
Velathan
Capricorn (inactive)

Nandon will be making posts as Galbatorix at any point regardless of posting order!


If you have not joined yet, join at any point you'd like and I'll add you to the posting order wherever you happen to come in. Please stick to this order to avoid confusion!

[Harbor]

”I hate this.” Fasail sat astride the base of Aroure’s neck and fidgeted, her hands clenching, eyes narrowed as she instinctively strained to see past the hazed gray expanses that stretched across before her. She knew there was nothing yet available that would allow her to see clearly again, but she couldn’t stop herself from trying. She knew there was a great likelihood of Aroure or herself taking a damaging injury today, and she would struggle even more sharply to heal them from it.

You will have activity to your heart’s content soon. Aroure tilted her wings to glide sideways, the better to see around a wisp of low clouds she explained, when she sensed Fasail’s curiosity.

”Yes, but….” But she was afraid of what havoc she may wreak by accident.

The bones in her hands positively leaping with small, internal fires, Fasail flexed them around the pommel before her, struggling to control and maintain the energy. She had purposefully relaxed today—a terrible occupation, in her mind—in order to maintain as high of levels of energy as she could tolerate. The stores she tucked away most days, to save her sanity, she had repeatedly checked on today, but hadn’t touched. She didn’t want to be distracted as she drew for power, and therefore wanted to keep as much constrained inside her body as she could.

”What are they doing?” she asked.

I don’t know. Waiting each other out, perhaps. Nobody wants to open themselves to attack first. Feeling the jagged anxiety prickling in Fasail’s spine, she gently drew her Rider out of her own mind and through their connection so the elf could see through the dragon’s eyes. Fasail’s shoulders instantly eased, the faint ache behind her eyes draining away. It was maddening to be unable to shift their gaze herself, but as usual, she was aggravated with herself as opposed to with Aroure.

[Quetzal]

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"Why can't we just get this over with already?" Arlyn complained impatiently to his Rider. The ice blue dragon had declined armour, trusting in his scales and wanting to be as mobile as possible. The only place he really needed armour would be his wings, but that would weigh him down and make it difficult to fly so he had to make do with strong wards. Isrydia had put them up around herself and her dragon, with help from her friends. They hadn't put any up themselves, since that would bring a drain to their energy whenever she was hit, but they instructed her on what to do for some more complex ones.

Isrydia sat ready on her dragon. A padded helmet offered some protection to her head, chain mail to the rest of her body. She had insisted on light armour as she relied on quick movements in fights, and to her surprise the mail was very easy to move in. It was made by some of the Varden's many dwarves of a metal she believed to be elven in origin. Her greaves, gauntlets and boots were made of a similar stuff. It was in no way comfortable, but it was a relief to have found light armour that still offered strong protection. Underneath she wore a padded suit to prevent chaffing, on top an outfit purely for appearance. She had been going to wear whatever she laid her hands on, but Arlyn suggested she dress in white. She had yet to make a name for herself or create an image for herself, and being from a common background she had no family colours or sigil of her own, so this worked fine. The white shirt and trousers marked her as a member of the Air Branch, and went well with Arlyn's scales. They were plain white, with no cloak or anything to flap about. A cloak or cape would only tangle and get in the way, after all, and she hardly wanted to die or get injured just because an entirely unnecessary item of clothing was being moved by a bit of wind. In her right hand she clutched Iarmailt, the Rider blade made for her recently by a dwarf named Throkk. It looked semi-transparent in the sun, light scattering within. On her left arm was a large metal shield. Again, without a family crest, she had to improvise. This one showed a large pale blue star surrounded by a few smaller ones, a design of her own she was satisfied with but might change if she felt like it later.

She could tell Arlyn was nervous, their connection was strong enough for them to always be aware how the other was feeling unless they shut each other out. "I can't stand all this tension building up either. There's no going back, so I want to get stuck in. At the same time, this is terrifying. We could die, Arlyn. We could really die," she leaned in to the dragon's neck so he could hear her over all the noise as she spoke softly to him.

"We could," there was no denying it, "or we could win. You know how good everyone here is, we can beat them. Whatever happens, I'm proud of you and I'll always love you. We won't be going down though, I know it," he said firmly. He glanced across at the other dragons waiting to take off. He was one of the youngest and smallest, barely large enough to carry two people on his back, but he was fast and agile.

***

Throkk marched for the gate surrounded by dwarves and Urgals. It was good to be around so many of his kind. He was no warrior, his trade being smithing, but the Varden had need of all the strength they could get. Being a smith had given him arms thick with muscle even on dwarf standards, years of hammering metal strengthening his arm. His right was a good deal stronger than his left because he was right handed so that arm got most of the work. Both of them he used to grip a monstrous battle-axe of his own making. It was a heavy weapon, but he preferred those. One swing was all it needed. He was sturdy and robust, too slow for those silly dances people did with dodging attacks. He could block them with his axe if need be, and he could take a battering. He was dressed in the standard armour of the Varden, a heavy metal plate pieces together from whatever was left in the store. It was of average make, he could tell, and had been made by someone making many many more of the same thing. Among his fellow dwarves and Urgal allies were battering rams ready to knock down this door. They weren't far now. He cast a glance up at the walls to see if anyone was like to attack them soon. He was ready for them.

***

At last, battle! Ri'Shei waited eagerly behind a gate for the fighting to come to her. She was impatient for it to start. The warhorns had sounded, but it would be a while before she saw any action back here. Technically it was a bad thing if they got through the gates, but she sort of wanted it to happen so she could get some good fighting in. She was dressed in the armour of the Empire, exactly the same as everyone else. Red garments hung over black chain mail. It went well with her dark skin and made her piercing gold eyes stand out even more, she thought. Overall the tall spartan woman looked quite intimidating. Her twin thin quick blades were in her hands, ready to try matching her clothes in colour. Let them come, they wouldn't get past her!

***

"Ready?"

"Oh, you bet." Saphira launched herself into the sky, climbing high as she flew towards the Varden troops. They knew they would be feeling nervous with waiting for attacks to begin now the warhorns had been sounded. Morale had to be raised to get them psyched for battle. What better way to do that than to give them all a good look at their Champion flying strongly into battle? Eragon was dressed up in ornate full armour, Brisingr already blazing with flames in his hand. He held it up in the air triumphantly as Saphira reached the troops, swooping down to catch their attention and give them all a good look of the magnificent bright blue dragon. A cheer rose up beneath them as they passed.

Eragon wanted to smile at their support, but that would not have looked like a warrior's expression. He stared at Uru'baen in defiance instead. "Today Galbatorix falls!" he shouted as loudly as he could so even those below might hear. More cheers. Saphira rose from her dive, climbing up at the head of the Varden's force. She let out a bellowing roar that drowned out the Varden's warhorns, a great plume of fire spiralling up from her open maw. Certainly a fearsome sight. It was all a huge show of power, of course. The actual fighting would prove who really was the strongest. Eragon turned to the child behind him. He hadn't wanted to take Elva into battle, thinking it no place for someone so young, but Nasuada had insisted despite her own reservations. Like it or not, the kid had power and clearly had some important part to play in this fight. "You all right there?" he asked her. There was a lot of fear about them. The pain had yet to come with the fighting, but when it did he could only imagine how bad that would make her feel. Saphira touched his mind comfortingly. "Good luck, little one. Now that act is over, it's time for the real fighting to begin."

[Brenton]

((May not be perfect but here goes))

Brenton was sitting on a hill overlooking Uru'baen while he thought about his time in the service of the king. He was atop a white stallion so the king waved at Rella and motioned toward the Command tent of the Varden. As he did, the king rode over and dismounted.

He walked into the tent and bowed respectfully to the leaders and commanders within. Lady Nasuada, King Orrin, other esteemed leaders, the elven army is in place and word of Kuthian Vraelsson's arrival has reached my ears. We are a bit worried about these saplings though. If I could request the elves to look at them then I'd be greatful. Also, Lady Nasuada, the elven queen has made her way here as well and if we make it away from here alive then I'd like to introduce her to you.

Konner Derriksson was high up in the sky, trying to raise morale. He was currently swinging his sword and watching as Eragon got closer. Hail, Shadeslayer! It's a fine day for a battle don't you think?

Talon nodded his majestic red head at Saphira and corrected his wings slightly. Slowly he circled around the blue dragon.

Clarissa waited within the walls, resting her arm against Vervada. The newest Empire rider was glad spells had been cast to give Vervada size, strength, skill, and knowledge of a 3 year old dragon. "Ri'Shei, are you prepared for this battle? If I may ask, would you mind leading a small force of troops within if the Varden enter? Vervada and I will lead the rest from the air."

((The rest of my characters including Roran and Garzhvog will enter later.))

[(Spartan322) Sedine]

Sedine was looking at Urû’baen from his tent at the western most edge of the Varden camp. The fun part will come soon enough. he mumbled. He pulled his sword out of its sheath and sharpened it. Waiting for the battle, he smiled for being able to avenge whatever happened to his family. He prepared his armor the equipped it. Then he walked over to one of the nearby fires and talked with some of the soldiers, discussing armor and training continuously. Why do we have to wait so long? he thought.

[Nandon]

A lone figure on a battle charger slowly approached the city, Heading towards the rest of the humans and elves and towards the battle, He quickly kicked the charger into second gear as he road, Quickly covering ground. His face was covered by a hood and he wore a cloak covering all he wore, But a shield and sword clipped to the saddle where clearly visible, The shield however was plain metal, Nothing special

[Ryarion]

Ryarion had heard about Urû’baen and how the Varden were trying to end Galbatorix's tyranny. Ryarion flew towards Urû’baen on Deloi. Deloi's titanic-sized wings flapping in the air as he struggled to keep his head on straight. Why do we have to fly there... Deloi said obviously not liking what was happening. We have to get there quickly Deloi or we might not make it in time. Ryarion said as he stopped talking to Deloi afterward. He didn't want to hear more of Deloi's compare and contrast situations of what if we were on the ground what if we weren't.

Finally, Ryarion saw the giant kingdom and soldiers marching to the  front gates. Deloi's gaze matched with his companion's and he knew this was the place they should set down if they didn't want to get spotted. But, knowing how many people were already here they might have already been. Are you calm now? Ryarion said to the green dragon who towered over him, the rider was obviously teasing his dragon and Deloi could have squashed him like a bug. Let's just get moving Ryarion. the dragon said with concern.

Deloi's golden battle armor sure made a-lot of noise as they struggled to keep quiet. And who wouldn't notice a dragon the size of a house. Ryarion quickly tried to remember what the mysterious man had taught him. Finally he remember, Ryarion mumbled a spell in the ancient language and if you looked at the space they once were. They wouldn't be there. Invisibility, but it won't last long.. It's draining my strength quickly. Ryarion said to his companion. When they got to the Varden camp of course his spell had to end there. Oh my.. Deloi and Ryarion mumbled in unison.

[Rhythm]

Blödhgarm stood in silence with his eleven spellweavers, watching Saphira and Eragon join the rest of the Riders in the air. The sight of so many dragons filled the twelve with awe. Today, those gathered would make history. Without warning, the furred elf joined his mind with the others of his kind, his joy becoming their joy, and their joy becoming his own. They spoke, as one, to the dragons and riders in the sky, gently touching the minds of each and offering their support where needed. When they reached Eragon, their happiness was lyrical and they delivered their simple message in song. Good luck, Argetlam.

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Orik's heavy gut was filled with drink, a common practice before a fight. His nerves were steady, however, and so he was not drunk. With pride dancing in his eyes, he surveyed his troops from atop an armored dwarf horse. He had the command, for the most part, of his kind. "Mine brothers!" he yelled, knowing that the war was soon to begin. He beat his shield with his hammer. "Knurlan! Urgals! We may differ in stature but have much the same heart. Fight bravely and with pride, for though we are non-magic, we are strong and our place here is well-deserved." A roar rose from the crowd gathered before him and at this he turned, facing the city.

Noticing a flickering of color out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head and gasped. "Bar-zul." Dozens of dragons were gathered in the sky above their heads and, after searching for a moment, Orik spotted his foster brother seated atop Saphira. His face twisted into a hearty grin and he banged his shield again, prompting hundreds or thousands of dwarves to do the same.

He would lead his brothers to victory.

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Elva's stomach churned as Saphira climbed higher and higher into the sky, but she knew that she was safe. The thought brought her comfort, though she would much rather be on the ground. When Eragon turned in the saddle to ask her how she was doing, Elva loosened her grip around his stomach and gulped hard before replying with a slightly squeaky, "I'm fine."

Looking around at the other dragons in an attempt to keep from thinking about the height, the young girl noticed that she was the only non-rider seated atop a dragon. Smugness bubbled to the surface as she realized her role in all of this; she was their best defense against Galbatorix. With a smile stretching across her face, Elva pressed closer to the one who had cursed her in such a foul way and, though still angry, praised him silently for all he had done for her since. Well done, Eragon.

--

Mazlyn and Garoth had been hidden away in Du Weldenvarden for over half a century. Now, they were assembled in the sky above the Varden, Garoth's white form glistening alongside the other dragons. They were deadly, but in this battle they would do their best not to fight unless necessary, as were orders. They were here as healers, the only Rider duo that specialized in the art of aiding the sick and injured. Regardless, Mazlyn straightened Landauön in his sheath and leaned forward to tighten the straps around her thighs. It would not do to carelessly get injured and spend valuable time healing themselves. Garoth snorted as if in reply.

The scaled elf tossed her dark hair and looked down over her dragon's side, scanning the Varden for those that looked particularly nervous about the upcoming battle.  "Mægen," she whispered, time and time again, lending the weak her strength. Her partner of heart hummed, pleased. It's good of you to help them, but do not tire yourself unnecessarily. Mazlyn nodded and shifted her mind instead to the upcoming battle, looking to prepare herself for what would be.

(Please, feel free to use my characters however you see fit. If you require healing and a dragon/rider duo can access your location, you can post as though Mazlyn has helped you, or ask for her assistance in post. I haven't quite figured out where Angela/Solembum are at this moment, but will post when I do.)

[Emiryal ♕]

A golden Dragon flew just behind Saphira, she was much smaller than her but ready to fight. When the time came to engage she wouldn't be so close to the lead dragon she needed to help take out other riders. Caspian sat on her back Oromis' sword across his lap. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to pretend this wasn't happening. He was trembling with fear at the thought of battle. The young boy was younger than Eragon and far less experienced. If not for his dragon, Sephora he would've been left behind with the healers to help them. But no he was a rider and they had to do this. Despite Eragon's shouted words that riled the Varden he still felt the chilling fear. Somewhere within the Empire ranks were his father and brother and they could be killed in this without him ever knowing if they were alive to begin with. "Sephora...I'm scared," he said desperation in his thoughts. "I know little one, just stay close to me. We won't be fighting Galbatorix we just need to buy the others some time. Don't worry I'll protect you," Sephora said.

Syaoran Li waited on a roof top in the city. The werecat was in his white cat form. Hearing the horns he started for the nearest guard tower. "Time to open up the gate," he thought. He'd scouted out the area before now, he knew how to release the gates but it would be a matter of the guards that would pose a problem.

Emiryal followed close behind Saphira as well. His black dragon Firern looking very much like a miniature version of the mad King's own dragon. He wasn't here for the Varden though he was here for the elves. He had no loyalty to the Varden but nor did he have any love of the king.

"Clarissa, Vervada, please be careful," Reru said reaching out to touch their minds briefly. Avendel was standing on the roof of the main palace, Reru on her back. Both her and Reru were fully armed. Avendel wore gleaming armor and watched from her perch. Reru was equally protected by armor but his armor was decorated that befitting a leader and he wore his crown indicating his royalty. He had been given supreme command of the Empire's forces by Galbatorix himself. Even Murtagh had to answer to him! Avendel roared loudly as Reru gave commands to the troops through their magic users placed strategically through their army. catapults fired flaming material and boulders first as they had the furthest range. Those on the wall waited for better range before firing their arrows and there was hot pitch and oil placed above the gates to pour on any who tried to get in.

"Ready, Murtagh," Reru said glancing at the other rider on the roof with him. Murtagh glared at him. "At least Galbatorix won't get mad at me if this fails you brat," he said angrily. "Who said I'd fail?" Reru said. "Come on we have dragons to skin," he added and Avendel jumped off the roof with Thorn following close behind him. They were headed straight towards the Varden riders specifically Eragon and Saphira.

[Brenton]

The sounds of battle were beginning and that meant that Eragon would soon be under attack by Rerukusu or Murtagh if not both. It was time for Brenton to embrace his darker self and lead the elves into battle from the skies. So he spun on his heels and dashed from the small canvas enclosure to get to open air. As soon as the king was within the open space, he changed, bellowing out a roar of challenge to the Empire who was ahead.

From where the half elf king had been once before, now stood a full grown blue dragon already shooting off into the air. Elves of the Varden and Du Weldenvarden, today is a full day of battle and glory ahead of us. We stand or fly before the mad king Galbatorix who has either slain or taken captive our kith and kin. Now stand with me, Brenton, and to victory we shall be lead! His voice was trembling with the obvious strains of restraining Vaentr enough to pass that message along but as soon as that was done he relinquished control.

The fully angered blue dragon shot toward where Rerukusu was, already opening his maw and gathering the energy to breathe fire straight toward him. As he flew, two dragons appeared next to him from nowhere, one being the form of Arathale and the other being Skailah. They were both larger than Brenton but that was because they were dragon spirits of old who flew to battle with him as well. It is great to see you embraced your strengths Brenton but be warned that this is not the time for a rampage. That was Arathale speaking to him as he also shot a beam of flame at Rerukusu.

Skailah simply looked over at Brenton and then increased her speed to get closer to the twisted Empire rider, Reru. She raked her claws toward Avendel and flew away just as quickly. This would be a battle for the ages to remember.

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Roran stood on the plains watching the boulders fly for a second before he bellowed his own challenge and started forward toward the gates. Normally a horse would be what he was on but cavalry was the elven tactics so the humans usually stuck to foot. Stronghammer spun his hammer and soon they were at the gates, beating in on it as hard as possible. Now to get within and start the war fully.

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Nar Garzhvog was nodding as Orik spoke to the whole group. For one so small in size, this dwarf was wise with his words and would be a great ally in years to come down the road. Still that was after today and the battle they were in. Wise words now let us get this gate down. His words were mangled by the set of his jaw but Garzhvog was certain that all of the dwarves and kull knew was he had said. So he started toward the heavily guarded gate with the rest of them, long strides eating the distance quickly.

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Konner was next to Eragon and the group of riders of the Varden or Elves when the battle began in full force. It was finally time to fly into battle astride Talon and get this underway. Emiryal, Eragon, it looks like Brenton and the dragon spirits of the forest have Reru thoroughly occupied so let's deal with Murtagh and any riders that appear later. Good luck and I'll see you on the other side celebrating with Talon.

Talon rumbled and the deep sound turned into an earth shattering roar that echoed from all around the group. He was ready for this if Konner was and so the red dragon shot toward Murtagh and his mind grew red hot with anger but focused all the same, a skill learned by Konner as an assassin.

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Kuthian Vraelsson was astride his battle charger quickly galloping toward the battle as he passed the elven camp. He saw the royal flags flying and then the queen and king just before the king turned into a dragon and flew to battle. So the rumors were true then. Brenton Bromsson was indeed able to shift into a dragon but notes of recognition rang through his memory as Kuthian saw the king. That wasn't Brenton Bromsson if he was correct.

Another time he would go to the records and see if Islanzadi ever did have a son with Brom of Carvahall. It was likely to come up with a negative but now wasn't the time. Instead the 8 foot tall half elf rode straight toward the gates and drew both of his clear bladed swords from their sheathes. He swung with all the muscle in his body and length in his arms to sever heads from Empire bodies.

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Clarissa climbed into the saddle of Vervada and stopped to listen to what Rerukusu had to say to her at that moment. " Don't worry Reru, we will be as careful as possible and if necessary we'll meet you at Ristvak'baen. Please don't die and if the battle turns then run. We can always gather force enough to wipe them out again later on but not if we are grief ridden."

Vervada shot into the air and Clarissa shouted commands to the troops below to get ready, hoping Ri'Shei would help when they went to war. The Varden were already at the gates and it didn't look like the saplings had done much damage to them. Oh well then battle it was.

[Savionne Son of None]

After months of being in a comatose state Isaac Siraoco felt the warmth of the sun splay across his skin. Fear knotted his stomach and he lost his lunch for the fifth time that week as nausea took control. Damn it. Not again. I'm stronger than this. They need me. Luna needs me. I have to try again "Brisngr Flauga!" His red eyes ignited as a flame sparked into existence and steadily rose through the air. Suddenly it vanished."No! I've done this countless times before. What's stopping me now? They need me out there yet they confine me to bed rest! I am not the one who needs help!" Isaac, you are not ready. They know this and so do you. Do not continue this pointless endeavor The silver dragon wrapped her tail around her other half as the words struck home. She was different. When she had awoken to find their home nearly burned to the ground and Isaac's still form surrounded by empire soldiers something broke inside of her and she realized just how important Isaac truly is to her. The Varden appeared seemingly out of nowhere and finished off the rest of the empire soldiers and urgals and the rogue girl seemed to vanish in between the trees. The Varden saved her Isaac and that was all that mattered so for that, she swore that she would repay them. As long as it didn't put Isaac at risk. That's why she was here tending to him instead of being on front line in Urû'baen. "Luna I cannot stay while the hounding call of revenge boils my blood! Fly with me or I'll leave! With a roar of defeat Luna spread her wings as Isaac climbed into the new saddle, compliments of the Varden. If we do this you must swear that when its over and both our debt and revenge is settled we escape from this accursed land and we start over just you and me Isaac grunted in response and Luna roared one final time before she left the ground. This was it, whatever happens would surely determine their fate.

[Ryarion]

Nángoröth looked around at the empire's riders with disgust. A snarl riding his voice at all of them near him. The shade's sword was in it's sheath and it may have not been as strong as a rider's sword it had very special qualities as well. Nángoröth had covered the blade with many wards and spells. One of them being to instantly kill the opponent if they didn't have magical wards. But, knowing the Varden they had covered their soldier's with them.

Nángoröth started chanting in the ancient language Anori Draumr abr Sundablaka it ator Virliger he chanted as a shadowy bat-like creature appeared next to him. It was literally made out of magic. The shade hopped on it and it flew towards the edge of the castle's walls. The shadowy creature letting out a roar that echoed across the battlefield, sounding like men screaming as they died. Though Nángoröth quickly set down after the beast let out it's mighty roar. Warning the men and women of the varden that he was here. He hopped off told the creature to stay where it was.

Boetk istalrí Nángoröth said as the ground around the front of the castle set fire. The shade hated doing all of this when Galbatorix who was supposed to be all powerful just sat on his throne waiting for something to actually be of his time. While this should have been because the Varden were trying to take his own castle. Though, he cackled with joy when the troops backed up a bit because of it.

Waíse néiat Nángoröth whispered as he converted the matter around him into energy. He would need as much magic as possible for this battle. As he knew many riders would fall this day. Especially by his own hand. He hopped on his shadowy mount and flew into the air, seeing the enemies dragon rider's coming towards the castle he roared at them from afar.

[Velathan]

(First RP post... Well, here goes!)

Velethan stood with the rest of the Varden's human soldier's as a chill wind swept through the air and sent a prickle up his spine. His stomach tightened and his hands clasped the hilt of his longsword tighter as he began to think of what would soon be happening. "Thousands will die.", he thought "What about me?". A new wave of fear gripped him as he mentally prepared himself for the battle ahead. In all the raids and battles he had fought in, nothing had prepared him to face a battle as large as this and... Dragons. A horn blew in the distance, signalling the advance of the Varden's forces.

Quickly adjusting his mail, tightening straps, and picking up his shield before jumping up and joining the long column of men marching towards their likely death. He closed his eyes and murmured a brief prayer to whatever Gods were out there as the massive walls of Uru'baen, no longer the beautiful city of Illirea loomed ever closer and closer and he began to make out the shapes of the Empire's soldiers in ordered, disciplined lines, arrayed against them. One of the captain's of his column gave a quick but rousing speech as a resounding cheer went up among the men, only to have it returned in kind by the Empire.

A distinctive twang sounded from the walls. A sound so distinctive that any soldier could recognise it. Archers! Velathan raised his shield as the rain of arrows whistled towards them. Cries sounded around him, sputtering cries full of agony, some were shrieks of pain. Some men made no noise at all. The all-encompassing din of battle flared up as they reached the gates and began to fight their way through and into the streets of Uru'baen. A blade whistled towards him as he raised his shield to block it. A jarring sensation vibrated through his arm, and he knew he'd blocked it. Grunting then replyig with a swift counter-thrust was met with a a familiar cry of pain as he withdrew his sword and dove back into the fight.

[Harbor]

They’re starting, Aroure said quietly, and Fasail grinned.

”Finally.” She resettled herself in the saddle and twirled her staff around one wrist.

You enjoy fighting a bit too much for my peace of mind.

”We can worry about that later.”

There’s a Rider coming over the gates toward our soldiers.

”We should introduce ourselves.”

Aroure tipped her wings and down they flew. Due to their high loft they managed to gain a great deal of speed as they rushed down toward the pair. The Rider looked up and saw them at the last minute and she and her dragon were able to hasten left to avoid them. Hold on, said Aroure, and Fasail tightened her grip on the loop of wood and leather before her.

Aroure threw out her wings but slammed into the wall the dragon had been lurking on nonetheless, crumbling stone walkways and crenellations as her feet fought for grip. She dug her hind claws in, and the dragon on the wall rushed toward her, lifting and lowering his wings just once to give him a slight rise over her.

Fasail ducked and slashed at the tail that swung over her, and Aroure snarled, stretching to stand momentarily on her hind legs to add to her height, before swinging her weight back down, jaws wide.

I know this is a bad time, Fasail said, but how’s Eragon doing?

He’s managing.

Well that’s good.


{Keeping it short to lessen the amount we all feel obligated to read.}

[Quetzal]

Isrydia gave Brenton a shout of encouragement as she saw her friend hurry out of Nasuada's tent and jump into the skies. A moment later, a green dragon with a Rider they did not recognise arrived. The duo froze. Had they been infiltrated? "Nasuada!" Isrydia called in alarm. The Varden's leader stepped out, noticing the strangers immediately. Her eyes widened for a moment before narrowing to a look of suspicion. If these were the enemy, what were they playing at? Why hadn't they attacked yet? "Whoever you are, if you're fighting for us, get out there and attack, I'll have Isrydia and Arlyn here send out word you are one of us. If this turns out to be some Empire trick, my Riders will pick you off like an ant. Swear you aren't with the Empire in the Ancient Language," she said in a warning tone. She wanted as many Riders as she could get, but at the same time she was not too stupid not to be cautious. She also didn't ask him to swear alliance to the Varden, since she made it policy not to make people do something so binding. A few had anyway, but never at her forcing them to.

Arlyn did his best to look as if he could carry out Nasuada's threat, but being over a year younger than Deloi he was not so large as the other dragon. Still, the other Rider-dragon pairs waiting nearby and those already in the air would be enough to take them down without a hitch if the need arose. Sending the newcomers out to fight straight away was the best choice. Were they truly with the Empire, they would be bound by oath not to attack their allies so would be revealed pretty quickly when they refused to attack enemy Riders. "As Nasuada said, I'm Isrydia and my dragon is Arlyn. If you're with us, get out there and help us win!" She smiled at him, but her nerves were plain. Arlyn turned around and jumped, beating down hard with his wings. The two took advantage of their place in the Air Branch, letting the wind favour them in granting extra speed as Arlyn ascended. As Nasauda had requested, Isrydia found the minds of every Varden dragon, Rider or dragon spirit and brushed against them very gently, speaking the words "A new Rider just arrived. Pretty sure he's on our side, so don't attack him, but be cautious in case he's lying,"[/b] she accompanied them with an image of Ryarion and Deloi.

She recognised Eragon, of course, but didn't fly over since he already had a few people flanking him so her efforts were best spent elsewhere. She recognised all the Varden members in the sky at sight, having made sure to be able to distinguish them from Empire ones, but she had not spoken to all of them before. Emiryal and Caspian rode Firern and Sephora, Mazlyn with Garoth, and the purple one was Aroure with Fasail on her back. Eragon had mentioned to her quietly once to give the latter pair some more space and keep watch on them if she ended up fighting alongside them. Something about Fasail's eyes, he'd been pretty vague. Konner and Talon she knew, having been trained by them. Skailah she'd met briefly, and Arathale she knew as a hot-headed dragon spirit. On the other side, she felt a chill down her spine upon seeing Rerukusu and Avendel. He'd succeeded in bring her back, then. She couldn't help but blame herself in part. Possessed at the time, she had helped him retrieve a dragon egg to kill to bring back the old dragon. There was something odd about seeing Murtagh and Thorn again. The last and only other time she'd seen them, they had met on Utgard that strange ghost-filled night. They had seemed like perfectly reasonable people, yet here they were fighting them. Both those two looked occupied enough by Varden Riders. "Shade," Arlyn's mental voice spat. He flew right at Nangoroth on his shadowy bat, rage building. Isrydia rarely saw him angry, the dragon usually being a calm soul. This was one of those rare times. This attack was personal; as a hatchling, he had been slashed across the back, stunting his growth and causing him great pain for a full month before he was healed in Ellesmera. "Be careful. Shades are powerful and deadly, you know that as well as anyone," she warned him as he angled himself, dipping one wing and raising another to turn himself to slam into the bat thing. A spout of flames leapt from his jaws at the Nangoroth despite him knowing only a stab to the heart would kill him. Burns could still hurt.

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Throkk joined the rest in the shout after his king had spoken. If anyone could lead them to victory, it was Orik. The battering rams were brought forward, and Throkk stood on the left side so to make best use of his strong blacksmith's right arm. He gripped it and joined in the charges as the dwarves began to batter at the gate, urgals and kull managing separate battering rams due to the disparity in height making it difficult for them all to use the same one. The combined force was great, but the gate held. For now.

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Ri'Shei smiled at Clarissa. While the spartan had not the instant respect many held for Riders and magic-users, in her eyes Clarissa and Vervada had earned some through their cunning minds. "Oh, you bet." She had been ready for this for a long time. Leading a small group was the icing on the cake. "Good luck," she added before the two flew off. The humans and elves were making feeble attempts at knocking down the gate. Ha. At this rate they would never get in! They had better have something more impressive up their sleeves or this battle would be a dull let-down.

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Eragon was pleased to see his allies taking to the skies as well as those marching on foot. Somewhere down there was Roran. He hoped his cousin was safe. He smiled at Elva and noticed Caspian's scared look behind him. "Good luck, Caspian. You can do this, I know it." Emiryal and Konner joined him moments later. He grinned back at Konner, returning his greeting. "Greetings, Konner! It is indeed!" The words were far more cheerful than his true feelings towards this day, but he of all people could not allow himself to show fear in front of so many people.

The Empire Riders were creeping out their city to meet their foes. Saphira growled, eyeing the opposition. They could target a lesser Rider, take them down without much difficulty, or they could go straight for the big ones. It would be less embarrassing to be killed by the likes of Murtagh or Rerukusu than some newbie no one had heard of, so he thought that option sounded best Konner voiced such an idea too. He nodded. "See you on the other side, friend," he agreed. But which 'other side' would that be? The other side of the battle, or the other side of the veil separating the worlds of the living and the dead? He sorely hoped it was the former as Saphira began picking up speed towards Murtagh and Thorn. Loath as he was to fight the man who had once been his friend, he had little choice. "Brisingr!" the familiar word set the sword of the same name to blazing in unison with a similarly brilliant blue flame that launched from his outstretched hand to his half-brother. Saphira made an attempt to bite Thorn's tail, claws reaching out to rake whatever they could at the same time.[/blockquote]

[Nandon]

The knight slowed his horse to a halt after he thought for a moment, Then quickly turned and rode towards the Varden camp. When he arrived if Nasuada was still outside the tent he would Immediatly dismount and drop to a knee, Removing the hood from his head he looked up at Nasuada and gave her the same grin he always had whenever they spoke. While if she was inside the tent he would enter and do the same action before speaking.

"My lady, Where do you wish me?"

[Ryarion]

Nángoröth saw the young rider and the dragon coming towards him. He laughed at them with a dream of killing them. He saw the dragon aiming a ram at his own mount. Quickly stepping on the head of his shadowy mount before the blow hit the dragon flew right through the shade's beast. Next, the dragon's fire did the same. Except some of it bounced off of the shade's wards. Nángoröth stepped back onto the shadows and he used it like it was stone, easily moving across them and standing back on the mount.

Nángoröth conjured some of his magic in-front of him and sent a beam of red energy from his palm, aiming it towards the rider. (It penetrates wards easily.)
He tried the die spell after on the rider and dragon but it harmlessly bounced off their wards before the red energy hit. Predictable, but it didn't cost much magic so it was nothing that couldn't be done again. You shall die rider and your soul shall be mine Nángoröth said in an evil tone as he took out his sword and controlled the beast to drive past them as he slashed at the rider, clashing blades.

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Ryarion looked at the assembly of people and sat down. With his dragon Deloi doing the same. I will not fight for you but I assure you I will cause you no harm. Ryarion said after he swore an oath to Nasuada after saying so. The young rider and dragon watched the battle from afar, obviously interested. The rider put up titanic walls against his mind so no-one could look inside or even detect their presence. Deloi following his lead.

[Brenton]

((At this point the vast majority of my characters in the battle are currently waging a war with Rerukusu and Murtagh so I can't post until after Emiryal.))

[Timmir]

((Ugh... I meant to do this post over a week ago. Even when I say I'll do one 'tonight', I end up not getting to it two days later. *sigh* Oh well... At least I'm getting to it now.

If any of you notice anything wrong with my post, please don't hesitate to inform me. As you may guess, remembering everything that's happen in the past 17 posts isn't exactly easy, but I do want to make sure this post is as exact as possible.))

I could die today. That thought was stuck in Farore's mind. In fact, she doubted there was anyone in this army who hasn't shared that same thought at one point during the march. And why wouldn't they. It was no secret that many could, and very well will, die during their final siege against the empire.

So Farore took a deep breath as she heard the warhorns cut through the deafening silence that held the army. Looking up, she saw Eragon and several others take to the sky as rallying cry rang out amongst their ranks. While she wished to join them, she had elected to stay in human form. Not only did she feel more comfortable in her human form, but it also helped hide the number of dragons the varden had on there side. Besides, she wanted to assist in getting the main bulk of their soldiers inside the wall before taking to the sky herself.

As she charged forward, her cloak flowed in the wind. While some may consider it a little to flashy and impractical to wear in the middle of battle, she believed otherwise. She wanted Galbatorix to know that she played a part in her downfall. It also allowed her to easily conceal her weapon and her scale mail armor. After all, the less her opponents knew about her, the more likely she was going to come out on top.

As they reached the gate, she took notice of the empire soldiers firing arrows upon them. Words from the ancient language left Farore's lips as she summoned a strong windstorm blowing against the top of the wall. While it wasn't necessarily strong enough to harm them, it was still powerful enough to prevent the archers from getting any shots off. Yet Farore knew she wouldn't be able to hold this magic for long. She would need to conserve her strength for the coming battles.

Farore then took notice of a shade that had decided to make an appearance. This was not good. She had suspected that a shade or two may have aligned themselves with Galbatorix, but she had hoped it wouldn't be the case. It seemed she wasn't the only one to take notice of the shade as she saw a familiar fly towards it. "Isrydia, Arlyn. Be careful." She said under her breath as she returned her concentration on her spell. While she had fate that the two would be able to handle themselves against the beast, that wouldn't stop her from keeping an eye out for them and providing assistance if they need it.

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Morrow rode upon Cyrus as they waited behind the large gate with a squadron of soldiers behind him. His weapons and shield were at the ready as he awaited the storm of Varden soldiers that would be heading there way. "Stand your ground men. We cannot allow this so called 'freedom fighters' to harm or kill any citizen of this city." He called out as his grip on his spear tightened, Especially not the king."

Morrow was prepared to do anything he could in order to protect this city from the onslaught that was sure to happen.

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"Gods. What am I doing here?" Trelik ask silently as he stood on a rooftop near the gate where Morrow was at. Of course he knew the answer. He wanted to ensure his brother would survive this war. Yet his abhorrence towards the senseless violence that was about to happen all around him was starting to get the better of him.

You could just leave? Neldral voice suggested within Trelik's mind.

And what? Leave my last remaining family member here to die? Trelik retorted.

It's your choice. Just understand that I don't like you being all alone over there.

I don't like being here by myself either, but the moment you show yourself, we'll both become a target.

I understand. Just know that your way over your head, and the moment your in trouble, I coming to get you no matter what.

I wouldn't have it any other way. Trelik thought as he drew his swords. Despite the situation he was in, he still planned on not killing anyone. An impossible goal given the circumstances, but one he was going to strive for nonetheless.

[(Spartan322) Sedine]

Sedine skirted around the army aiming his bow. He was prepared to die for what he had seen in his time with the Varden. He was well trained in many things but open battle was not his favorite. He shot his first arrow at a soldier and hit him. He the proceeded to rush in with his sword. It took him a few minutes but he eventually started slashing at the soldiers, be he was very well trained in the art of swords. He was angry, which was unusual for him as he loved the fight. He realized that he didn't fighting but he wanted to fight for what he lost and that this was his last fight. Whether he died bleeding out or cut in half or became a hero would be determined here. This is for my Grandfather, this is for injustice, and this is for freedom. he said as he slashed through more soldiers. Whipping his sword left and right dodging blows towards him. He then got hit in the back of the leg because he forgot to block. He dropped his sword while the sword penetrated part of his leg. As he layed on the ground while the soldier that hit him was raising his sword for a blow to Sedine that would kill him. How am I going to survive this?
((Could someone help me out here?))