The Battle of Urû’baen

[Brenton]

((Whoops, I meant to change my last post but forgot. Guess I'll put one here then.))

The white dragon, Istven, flew low over the ranks of the Varden with her head raised and massive jaws spread to emit tendrils of smoke. On the back of said dragon sat a rider of slim build and average height but long platinum blonde hair. The rider was none other than Kelocias daughter of Andume and Vrael. She had gone on a journey toward the far reaches of the islands in the sea but now it was her time to return. And it seemed that the return was just in the nick of time since the Varden were battling to the death with the Empire.

A cursory glance showed Kelocias that her brother Kuthian was indeed below in the ranks of the elves but he seemed to be holding his own. So she glanced again and scanned down on the ground to see an injured soldier who had just fallen in battle. He appeared to still be breathing so the rider dropped from the sky and spiraled down right next to him.

Hail, soldier of the Varden, I am Kelocias daughter of Andume and Vrael. Please let me help you with that wound so you may return to the battle and avenge your fallen allies. Kelocias placed her palms over the wound and reached for the nub of magic in the back of her mind, already speaking the words in the Ancient Language. Now it was all up to the soldier's body on if the wounds were still able to be healed.

[(Spartan322) Sedine]

((I am assuming that soldier was Sedine, Brenton))
Thanks, Kelocias. as Sedine's body started healing quickly. Its a good thing you came when you did. Now to finish the fight. Sedine went rushing into battle angry at the soldiers because he had slipped in the battle. He was continuing his swinging left and right, avoiding the blow thrown at him, he eventually found a soldier that was matching him blow for blow. He blocked and attacked and dodged and didn't seem to gain the upper hand. He then decided to try sliding next to him and use another soldier as a shield. Doing this he killed both soldiers and continued the assault, rushing the soldiers as they came. The empire will be destroyed! he swore as he cut off the arms of a soldier.

[David Lightningsword]

David groaned and he saw members of the varden being cut down by the large Empire force. This was it, the moment they had been working for for months.. really years.. 100 years. With Eragon and the other riders on their side, it had given the Varden hope. It had given David hope.. and his father. he who had died many months ago in the battle to end all battles.. Farthen Dur. This had given David a driving power, to avenge his fathers death. He had killed many soldiers, been in many more battles, but none scared him as much as this one. If Eragon did not succeed in slaying the mad king, David would be joining his father in the afterlife..

This gave him strength to  attack. He cried "ZEUS! VARDEN! ERAGON!" And charged into the fray. Their gate was very heavily guarded, something David knew about. he immediately cast out his mind, searching for enemy spellcasters. He found one, which immediately attacked with his mind. David grunted and stopped in his tracks, placing the defense, the only part of a wizards duel he was okay at. ht enemy redoubled his attack. That was David's moment for he striked with all his force. Taking the magic user by surprise, David overwhelmed him. He was able to convince the spellcaster to kill himself.. taking a small amount of the empire's guards with him. David yelled "They can be killed with magic now!"

In his mind searching, he felt a man be struck, and that was about to be killed. He rushing to the mans aid. David was a little late in getting there. for a Rider got there first. David nodded at the Rider. "Hail Rider! Have you come to join us in destroying the mad king and his forces?"

[Brenton]

OOC: The posting order has been edited to show where everyone is at, or should be at. Please, and I'm guilty of this myself so I'm not acting high and mighty, try to stop posting out of order. If you need to see where you actually post then look at the posting order in the first post. Thank you for reading this little whatever it's called.

[Emiryal ♕]

Rerukusu grinned seeing the challengers. Their numbers didn't seem to bother him at all. The fire and claws aimed for him and Avendel didn't do anything to them as his wards protected them. "You're going to have to do better than that Brenton," he said. The caused a downward draft of wind at hurricane speeds via magic to force the others lower attacking them all at once. It didn't seem to tire him in the slightest using magic like that.

"I won't die, I promise," Reru said to Clarissa. He didn't even have his cruxis crystal on him nor did Avendel. Both were safely in the Nether with the guardian of the psychic branch.

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Caspian was a bit surprised to hear Eragon. In truth he was still in awe of him though he'd been with the Varden for some time now. He gave a slight nod not trusting even his thoughts to reply. If Eragon said he could do it he would do his best not to let him down.

He broke away from the formation when Eragon engaged Murtagh. He knew he was no match for them and they'd mostly joined the formation for helping raise moral in the Varden. Sephora dove lower and bathed the wall in fire and those shooting arrows at the Varden.

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Emiryal and Firern had broken away from Eragon as well but remained closer as they helped clear the walls of archers. Emiryal jumped off Firern's back drawing his swords and taking down those on the wall.

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"Skölir nosu fra brisingr!" Murtagh said seeing the fire coming at them. It deflected harmlessly around him and Thorn. Thorn pulled his tail away just a second before Saphira would've bit it. Then he turned sharp to grab for her with his claws and tried biting the base of her wing. Murtagh took the opportunity of them being close and swung Zar'roc at Saphira's side. "I figured you'd come fight us," he said.

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Syaoran Li went for the gate house attacking the soldiers there as he tried to fight his way to the gate to open it for the Varden.

[Brenton]

Kelocias was pleased when the wounds healed up and the soldier jumped to his feet to continue his battle with the Empire. Humans and their need for doing everything right then. It was quite annoying sometimes to think about how she had all the time in the world but humans had limited timespans. Still, now was not the time for such wool-gathering if she was to ever join this battle. So Kelocias sought out the location of her brother, Kuthian, and ran toward him. She wouldn't actually approach him but it was best to have his back in case he needed it.

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Brenton, or Vaentr, glowered at the flames passing over Rerukusu harmlessly like water over a stone. Yes it wore away at his strength but when the Empire rider could simply replenish it with the power of the Guardians? It was useless to use attacks like that. So now was the time to do this the old fashioned way. The blue dragon snarled as he shifted in midair, changing back to a half elf king. Yet where he should have fallen, Brenton simply belted out a complex spell in the Ancient Language.

A shadowy dragon, comprised of energy pulled from nature itself and from Inferno, materialized underneath the king. He sat astride the beast and melded his mind instantaneously so as to have better control over the movements. With one hand, he drew the blue sword Undbitr, and pulled his shield from his back onto his arm. Why do better as a dragon when you can be the best as a bipedal king? Now raise your sword, Rerukusu! With that, the king swung his sword at full force toward Reru.

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Konner finally made it to Murtagh and smirked in glee at his position in this battle. Not many people would be able to claim the right to having battled Rerukusu or Murtagh. Still, battling two on one was unfair so he would have to find another opponent. With that, the assassin dropped from the back of Talon onto the battlements. Soldiers were running toward him but Konner instantly went into his own fighting stance, using his assassin fighting style. Hidden Blades slashed and soon a pile of bodies were beginning to build up around him like a mountain that he was king of.

[David Lightningsword]

David tried not to get angry as the elven rider ignored him and zoomed off into the battle. There was a war going on at the moment.. and anyways, who was he compared to an ancient elven dragon rider? He was but another mortal magician who struggled to preform magic that elves and dragon riders cast without even noticing. The one spell he had cast in this battle so far had already left him slightly weakened. he then grunted as a soldier sliced at his arms, bringing him back to the present. he blocked with a quick flick of his sword, then finished with a quick stab at the mans gut, killing them.

The battle continued, and David was determined to do his part, with a cry he ran into the fray of the battle, determined to slay every person that stood in between him and his target. The Mad king Galbatorix!

[Emiryal ♕]

note: via posting order skipping Savionne.

each person has 2 days to post if they don't they are skipped.

[Velathan]

Velathan stared in horror as a blue dragon soared overhead, continually circling around the battlefield. There was a rider on the back, but he could not make out the look of them. He ordered one of his men to watch it, and to report to him if there was any development in what the rider did. Hanging back, as he directed some of his men to positions over the ragged, blood strewn streets, he saw that the Varden were making significant progress into Uru'baen, already having pushed past the gates and into the city beyond.

A scout he had sent forth earlier came sprinting back to him. "We've spotted the commander of the Imperial troops defending this gate. A huge woman, maybe even bigger than some Urgals. Won't be hard to find, sir." Velathan thanked him for the report and sent him to the back of the line to rest for a while. Soon after rejoining the fight he saw, true to the scout's report, a woman matching the same description. Gathering a small of group of five swordsman with him, he broke off from the main fight and headed through some unused side streets, eager to defeat the commander and send the Imperial frontline into disarray. Drawing their swords, he and his men slowly advanced towards the opposing commander. Velathan was very pleased to see surprised expressions on the Imperial faces as they charged, and he headed straight for their leader, slashing hard for her throat.

[Capricorn]

Auduriel and Kvalsidae | Rider and Dragon | Varden

Auduriel stood in the camp, almost breathless with anxiousness. Her dragon, a beautiful black creature with purple eyes, stood beside her, waiting for her to finish applying all the wards. This wasn't Auduriel's first time in the midst of war- she'd fought for the Varden many times before, and was no stranger to the chaos and horror of war- but it was her dragon's first battle. Sure, she'd had plenty of practice with the other dragons and Riders, and Auduriel had shared some memories of what war was like, but the Rider knew that it would be different. Especially since this fight would be from the skies, not the ground like she was used to.

"So this is it." The dragon's voice rumbled inside Auduriel's mind. The elf paused from her work.

"Now or never." Auduriel confirmed, but neither dared share the thought that was lingering in the back of their heads. They were likely going to be the smallest dragons out there. The Varden had no younger dragons, to their knowledge, and the Empire would likely have sped up the growth of any other dragons. They needed to be careful. "Now or never." Auduriel repeated, forcing herself to sound a bit more confident this time, although it did not reflect how she felt.

"One more thing." The dragon added, craning her neck to look at her Rider. "I will not go into this battle as a nameless dragon." She paused for a moment and both paused to once again think what they would not dare speak. "I've been thinking on it for some time now. I am Kvalsidae."

"I am glad to call you by your name at last." Auduriel responded. With that, she finished applying the last few wards and climbed into Kvalsidae's saddle. The black dragon beat her wings and they were soaring over the troops of the Varden. It wasn't long before they had joined the battle and were circling overhead. Both ensured that they had thoroughly blocked their minds.

They recognized none of the Riders on the field after only a glance. They had likely met plenty of the Varden's Riders, but the sky was adorned with so many colorful dragons, and now wasn't the time to pick out the ones they knew. An unfamiliar blue dragon was nearby and flying about the gate that the elves and humans were attempting to breach. That wasn't Saphira- no, Saphira had the same blue on across all of her her scales, while this dragon had almost a gradient going across her, ranging from sky blue to midnight blue. He or she looked to be full-grown, as well, and Auduriel felt a bit uneasy when contemplating an attack on this dragon.

"Here's the plan." Kvalsidae said as she hovered far above the battle. "You are likely more fit to deal with the Rider than I am the dragon- assuming that the dragon does indeed have a Rider. I will attack the dragon- I will attempt to gain the upper hand, although I am smaller and I doubt that it will be by anything but surprise or clever tactics, of at all. I will attack the dragon while attempting to penetrate its mind. You will assist me at first, but be ready to switch tasks the moment that the Rider retaliates. If they are too much for us, I will fly away and you will use magic to keep them focused on us rather than the rest of the Varden's forces. Do you understand?"

The mental conversation had only taken moments. Auduriel sent forth her feeling of agreement. Kvalsidae swooped down upon Empire dragon, and attempted to smash her into the gates, hoping that her impact would be enough, while simultaneously attempting to pierce her mind. Auduriel unsheated her sword, turned her attention to the Rider, and waited to counter the retaliation that she was positive would come.

Brief Summary: Auduriel finishes applying wards to her dragon. The dragon names herself Kvalsidae. Kvalsidae and Auduriel then go into the battle, outline a battle strategy (while maintaining mental wards) and attempt to attack Clarissa and Vervada.
Notes: Brenton, please tell me if I made any mistakes regarding the positioning of your character or anything.

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Grimrr Halfpaw | Werecat King | Varden

He was in his feline form atop a roof, watching over the empty street below. His dark fur was covered in dust, mud, and other grime, but he didn't care. It made him look more like a filthy street cat then a member of a mysterious, intelligent race, so he could fool passerby's more easily. Besides, this was was war- it was only right for the King of the Werecats to stand as an equal amongst those that he represented. The werecats could easily release the gate if it were not for the guards, and they were all alone within Uru'baen. No dragon would swoop down and kill the guards for them, nor would any soldiers. The werecats were on their own, and Grimrr Halfpaw knew that that was how the werecats worked best.

He dropped down from his rooftop and onto the vacant road near the city ramparts. The entrance to the ramparts was sure to be guarded- the Empire would be fools to not believe that there was going to be an attack from the inside, and this presumably empty street supported that theory. Grimrr knew that the Empire would have anticipated this. He would wait for the rest of the werecats to gather and then formulate a plan. He would not yell instructions and risk alerting the guards too early.

Summary: Grimrr waits for the rest of the werecats to gather and formation a plan.
Notes: I was confused on exactly where the werecats were, so I decided to just be vague about it and use the info in the first post.

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Nira | Werecat Mindbreaker | Varden

The werecat looked at a guard who was leaning against the wall, looking terrified. He was young- he had a life ahead of him. Maybe a family to go home to. All of that would be stolen away from him in mere moments, and he had no idea. Nira no longer felt guilt when she killed. At least, not while doing it. It was a cost that somebody had to pay. War did not end with everybody alive and happy- people died and sometimes she would have to be the one to kill them.

She easily entered the guard's mind and took it over in a moment. He had clearly had no training, or only rudimentary training that he had not put into use. She drew his sword and began to make him plunge it into his own chest before swiftly withdrawing from his body. By the time he had control over himself again, it was too late. He didn't even have time to scream before he was dead because of his own sword. He is not the last to fall. Nira told herself. It was time to move.

Summary: Nira reflects on the nature of death and war and then kills a guard.

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Sherxia | Dragon Spirit | Empire

She stood in her half-elf form upon one of the castle's towers, watching over the city. Uru'baen was under siege. This was it- she would crush the Varden with the rest of the Empire, or die trying. She allowed a smile to tug at her lips before taking a step forward. She seemed as peaceful as could be, but not for much longer. In a moment, she had shapeshifted into a large purple dragon. She was a hundred years old. Sherxia was probably larger than a lot of the other dragons in this battle, but not the largest, assuming that there were dragons from before the rise of Galbatorix present. She would use that to her advantage by taking down the smaller, younger dragons and their Riders.

The Dragon Spirit took to the skies. Anybody who knew her would perhaps notice something- the chain collar usually around her neck was gone. It could have been used to choke her, and the Empire knew that every dragon was valuable- having such an easy was to kill one would be a poor calculation on their part, and the Empire didn't make such poor calculations. The Dragon Spirit soared overhead, deciding to wait for either the perfect target to pass by or for one of the Varden to attack her. Either I'll have an easy fight or a fun battle.

Summary: Sherxia turns into a dragon and waits either to find a younger dragon to fight or for somebody to attack her.

[Harbor]

Arya

Arya was late to rejoin the fight. Blodgharm had full command of his spellcasters but still reported to her with important news. When one of the casters was left nearly dead of exhaustion—a piece of falling wall having nearly destroyed him, on account of the dragon on top of it—he informed her, and she spent a few moments rearranging the organization of the human spellcasters should the same thing happen to any of them. They were far less likely to survive it. As soon as she had yanked and intimidated a number of them into safer positions she returned to what she believed to be a stronger position—guarding Eragon.

To save her strength Arya leapt and climbed her way up the broken length of wall—still an impediment to humans but not to her kind—and onto the causeway behind Murtagh and Thorn. Charting the thrashing of limbs and judging where to best insert herself, Arya waited a heartbeat before twisting between a wing and a tail and slashing at the former, hoping to render him at least temporarily flightless.

Summary: Arya is fighting Murtagh and Thorn with Eragon and Saphira.

Fasail

”This is utter insanity,” Fasail said as she battered her way past a trio of guards in full armor and threw herself toward the dark niche in the wall that held the crank that would release the tension on the heavy gates.

Isn’t this what you wanted? Aroure remarked dryly, swinging a heavy lavender paw and swiping half a dozen men away from where they tried to rush Fasail from behind.

”I thought there might be a little more order to it!” Fasail defended, lashing out with her foot and kicking another soldier in the hip, throwing him back several feet, flopping as he tried to unbend the plate of metal over his thigh from the pieces protecting his hip. Humans had names for all these separate bits and bobs of metal but she had never bothered to learn them. Elves tended not to wear them. They were clumsy.

You can be a fool at times, my love, Aroure called to her, swiping her tail out this time. She was as good as an entire platoon of human soldiers, her dragon. Oh thank you for valuing me so highly, Aroure added as she caught that particular comparison from her Rider.

Fasail only grinned. She had made her way over to the crank. She slung her bladed staff into the apparatus across her back that could temporarily hold it, and Aroure took up a position to continue guarding it while Fasail gripped the wooden wheel and hauled. It didn’t even fidget in its sprocket.

Humans could do this. So why would it not move when she heaved with all of her elven strength? Fasail grit her teeth and growled, bracing both feet against the wall for more leverage.

There’s a second wheel on the other side, Aroure realized. It takes both to move the gate.


Fasail cursed. She drew blood inside her cheek as she contemplated using magic to draw the other wheel and raise the gate. But the other wheel was being closely guarded now that she had claimed this one. And her magic wasn’t known for its precision. No one else could be close when she tried. In her frustration, praying someone would batter their way along and see the difficulty, and hauled on the wheel again.

This time it moved.

Don’t stop and stare, Aroure snapped when she saw. Accept it and pull!

Rowanis

Rowanis couldn’t stop crying out and muttering and cursing as she minced and dove her way through embattled people who couldn’t even see her, let alone harm her. As a ghost she had a significant value to the side she chose to aid, she’d realized, if only she could bring herself to find the most enveloping ways to do so. Helping individuals by curbing blades and tripping chasers wasn’t as good as, say, pulling flames away from soldiers and civilians trapped in burning buildings, or exploding something, but her skills were limited. Her greatest strength lay in how she could neither be seen nor touched. The only person who could see her was somewhere fighting in this mess, but it was far harder for her to find him if she didn’t know where he was, and with so many people here, and without him having called her name to guide her. She could bring herself to the side of anyone she chose if she could direct her thoughts clearly enough, but this battle, despite her safety from it, destroyed her ability to think so clearly.

But at last she did see something useful she could do. She pushed over six guards on the stairs as she climbed up them—she would wait as long as she possibly could before letting Trelik catch onto the fact that she could touch living beings with her hands, but he wasn’t here to see—and plunged through the men edgily encircling the second wheel to raise the gate, grasped it tightly, and waited. The elf who had been yanking on the other one had released it and was shouting something. ”Come on….” Rowanis muttered, bouncing on the edges of her toes in impatience. ”Try again, just for the hell of it, come on.” She cried out with relief when Fasail wrapped her arms around the wheel handles again and Rowanis bared her teeth as she pulled hers down as well. Fasail’s face lit with bafflement, but at her dragon’s snarl she kept pulling.

And the gate began to rise.

Summary: Fasail and Rowanis are raising a gate. >>Anyone who wishes to be one of the very few who can see Rowanis must PM me first for permission.
>>Also this summary thing is a great idea for those of us who don’t want to read everyone’s long posts.

[Quetzal]

((Sorry if I miss anything out, what with the confusion with the posting order it's been ages since my last turn and I might have accidentally forgotten someone's post))

Isrydia and Arlyn

Arlyn beat his wings sharply to freeze at the surprise of finding himself passing straight through the shadowy bat. It was not totally unexpected, as the creature did look like a being conjured of shadow with no true substance. All the same, he had been flying in preparation for connecting with something solid. Not doing so threw him off-balance and it took him a moment to recover. In that time, Isrydia sucked in her breath sharply, a burning stabbing through her left shoulder. The red beam of energy had caught her in Arlyn's confusion. The pair were concentrating too hard on the fight to speak in words, but she could sense the dragon's frustration and guilt at knowing she was hurt because he hadn't been more mobile. She did not however notice the killing spell, the wards barely scraping at the surface of her energy storage to negate the effect, the spell itself not taking an visible physical form. Nangoroth's own wards she did notice, prompting her to consider how to get past those. They would like as not be more concentrated around the heart, since that was the only way to permanently kill him. She certainly wanted to kill him, but that was difficult and in an important battle such as this it would be enough just to keep him occupied so he didn't harm anyone else, or to injure him enough to stop him fighting.

Nangoroth's sword was met by her own, Iarlmailt, the semi-transparent pale blue blade seeming to glow from within. This was its first taste of battle. She pushed at the Shade's sword in an attempt to shove it away, then rebounded with a slash of her own, aimed anywhere she could reach. Arlyn then tried to take advantage of how the shadow creature had no solid form for him but did for the Shade. The dragon flew just below, then tried to shoot straight up, hoping to shove Nangoroth from underneath.

Summary: Isrydia is hurt by Nangoroth's energy beam, blocks his sword, slashes at him and Arlyn tries to shove him from underneath by passing through the shadow creature or hitting the shadow creature.

Throkk

The battering ram collided with the gate, making it shake, but it held. Another time. Archers picked off a few Varden soldiers like flies. A third hit to the gate, accompanied by a creaking groaning sound of complaining wood. Boiling oil cascaded down the walls, but most urgals and dwarves ran out the way and stayed away from the edges of the walls where the oil could reach them. A few weren't so lucky. The fourth strike of the battering ram had the wood splintering, the fifth made the metal bend inwards. By the tenth hit at full force, the gates split and opened slightly. Two more hits and they buckled open. Dwarves, urgals and Kull poured into Uru'baen, Throkk among them. He raised his battle-axe and let out a battle cry as he took to sweeping the axe around, aiming for anything on the wrong side.

Summary: Throkk and the other dwarves, urgals and Kull enter Uru'baen when they break down the gate.

Ri'Shei

Ri'Shei was standing on the opposite side of the wall to a Rider who turned the wheel. Nearer her was the other one, at which no one was stationed to help the Rider. There was nothing to worry about in that case. To her shock and horror, the apparently lonely crank began to turn of its own accord, the Rider on the other side looking just as confused as Ri'Shei felt. She wanted to go and investigate why such a thing had happened, but with the humans and elves pouring in, she had no time for exploring curiosities now.

A group of six swordsmen had already targeted her and the nearest cluster of soldiers. People began to separate off as they engaged in combat. On man aimed an attack at her throat, which she caught on her right-hand blade. She used the point of contact to shift her weight lower, swinging the identical sword in her left hand in a smooth horizontal arc at Velathan's stomach. She did not know this stranger's skill level. If it were poor as an untrained soldier, this would slash open his belly and dispose of him quickly. If he was more experienced and talented, this might be a more interesting fight.

Summary: Ri'Shei is puzzled by Rowanis helping to open the gate, blocks Velathan's attack and slashes at his stomach.

Eragon and Saphira

Saphira was caught in Thorn's talons, but twisted before he could bite her. It meant dipping her wing, sending her spinning dizzily, but being grabbed left her with less control in the air anyway and a brief loss of control was preferable to being bitten. She wrestled back, reaching out while at this close proximity with her own paws to try grasping hold of Thorn in return. Her jaws opened and she aimed a bite at his neck.

Zar'roc bounced harmlessly off Saphira's metallic scales, partly due to their resilience and partly due to her wards. If it weren't for those she may have chipped them, but nothing so major in one single blow. Eragon, being so near, aimed a fast stab at Murtagh, taking advantage of the difficulty in paying attention to everything in a dragonback fight by being as quick as he could so to give as little warning as possible. He noticed Arya attacking from a wall. As much as he wanted to warn her to be safe, she would not have responded to that and hardly needed telling anyway. She was more experienced in this than he. He simply could not bear to see her risk serious injury or death. To Murtagh, he responded by calling out, "Who else? I can't let you hurt my friends, those who support me. I don't want to hurt you either. Brother, it doesn't have to be this way."

Summary: Saphira is grabbed, tries to grab back. Eragon aims a stab, feels concern for Arya and says stuff to Murtagh.

Nasuada

Nasuada did not return William's grin. Her expression was set as hardened, serious and calculating that day. She stared at the knight for a moment before bringing herself to speak. "I was told you had been executed," she said simply. Part of her was cautious of this being some Empire trick, but the rest of her thought that would be a poor trick to attempt. The cover of a man known to be dead was hardly the best choice. She looked over to one of her elven guards, catching his eye. He knew precisely what that meant, and pressed his mind gently against William's. That was not to break him, purely to see if his mind was recognisably that of the well known knight. Finding William to be William, the elf guard nodded discretely to the leader of the Varden.

William was still alive then. That raised so many questions, but now was a poor time for conversation. "You will tell me everything of this past while later." It was a statement, not a question or suggestion. "Now there is not enough time to spare. If you are still in the same fighting condition you were last I saw you, get out there on the eastern gate. The elves and humans have just managed to raise the gate their. If you see any human straggling, with a fallen leader, separated, or outnumbered, gather them and reorganise them. We need to maintain discipline and organisation if we are to win. I warn you though, steer clear of the elves. They will not have forgiven you. Do not try and command them."

Summary: Wtf William's alive OK go kill people

[(Spartan322) Sedine]

Sedine had entered the city, striking every soldier that got in his way. Empire bastards Sedine said, continuing his rage from when he was down earlier. Sedine than saw how the Varden was rushing into the city and fell back behind main battle, away from the empire soldiers. He was preparing to use his bow instead. He knocked an arrow, aimed it down at the empire soldiers and started firing shot for shot, always hitting something on the soldiers, though hitting the armor seemed to cause little effect to the soldiers. He kept up a rhythm of hitting soldiers when he decided upon a more creative plan of action, he drew his sword, climbed onto a nearby roof and started jumping from rooftop to rooftop either shooting an arrow or jumping down to attack then climbing back up to continue his plan. This seemed to be very successful to Sedine as he continued doing it.

[Nandon]

William nodded and stood up, Bowing once before he turned. "Yes My Lady!" He cried as he left and remounted his horse and set off for Ur'baen. Prepared to take down the evil king even if it took his life.

Summary: William sets off for the city again!

[Ryarion]

Nangoroth deflected the slash of the rider with his own sword. The two magical swords meeting together seemed to cause the air to grow wary around them. Nangoroth, just noticing how she was planning to hit him from underneath at the last second, Nangoroth's body seemed to grow into a shadow then split apart, leaving not a trace. Though he reappeared on the rider's dragon's back. The rider of course didn't know this so Nangoroth tried to keep quiet but he couldn't quite do it with the joy of killing a rider at his fingertips. He drew back his sword and attempted to slice at the rider before him. When he did, it reflected off the rider's wards and that made her look back.

And, this whole time of the rider's dragon going towards the shadowy bat, the bat's head flew off and flew into the battleground below. Causing Nangoroth to scream, leaving him for a moment defenseless.

[Emiryal ♕]

Rerukusu (Reru)

Reru causally lifted his hand to stop the blow not even bothering to lift his sword. But the blade stopped an inch from his hand like it had hit a stone wall. A slight distortion showed there was something like a force field of magic that the sword had hit. "Is this how you thank me Brenton?" he asked. He's spoken to Brenton about the cruxis crystal and told him about it even shown him one of his weaknesses with his crystal consuming him. They'd fought on the same side once. "You haven't even seen my real power," he said smirking. "Your just being a nuisance to me." With that the magic that stopped the sword exploded outward as he poured more power into it acted like a spider web spreading out before it broke into condensed pieces of lightening and hundreds of them went for Brenton. He hadn't said a word at all while using his magic, he was doing all mentally and crafting complicated spells.

Summary: Reru blocks Breton's attack, talks to him and retaliates with a complicated lightening spell.

Sayoran Li

He'd tried breaking into the guard house controlling the main gate but alone it had proved impossible to take. He'd been forced to retreat and now stood by Grimrr. He was injured pretty badly from his attempt. A large gash ran down his side among other injuries. "I'm sorry my King I failed you," he said. It had been all he could do to avoid dying let alone open the gate.

Summary: Li retreated to Grimrr after failing to take one of the gate houses and is now badly injured. He spoke with the king of the werecats.

Murtagh

Thorn roared at Saphira and twisted enough to hit her with a wing deflecting her from biting his neck by only inches. He blasted her with fire mostly for use as a smoke screen so she wouldn't bite his wing.

Murtagh matched Eragon for speed bringing up Zar'roc quick enough to catch the blue blade. He pressed against Eragon's sword locking blades with him. "You know it can't be that way," he said. "We have to follow Galbatorix you know that." There was some regret in what he said. He didn't like having to follow the king's orders but he really had no choice.

Thorn roared in pain as Arya struck his wing. It was a well struck blow that left his wing almost useless. Both rider and dragon fell. Thorn scrambled to stay on the wall when he was near it. Murtagh ignoring Eragon for the moment slid out of the saddle and down Thorn's wing to the injury and started healing it. Thorn thrashed his tail angrily and watched Eragon and Saphira as well as Arya now trying to protect Murtagh long enough to get his wing healed and back in the air.

Summary: Thorn avoided Saphira's attack, Murtagh blocked Eragon's attack and spoke to him, however Arya's attack hit causing Thorn to fall out of the sky due to the damage it caused Thorn's wing. Thorn landed on one of the walls. Murtagh is healing the damage.

[Brenton]

BRENTON BROMSSON

The blocked sword was a surprise to the half elf, as he felt the motion of his attack just suddenly stop and leave a void of all momentum. Yet that was only the beginning of the events to happen in this battle between two of the strongest people on the battle field. When Rerukusu spoke of how Brenton was being ungrateful by sending his attacks toward the Empire rider, it struck the king deep inside his chest. He had always tried to help those that needed it, and that was why he was able to say he was friends with Emiryal Nyteshaed who had also fled the Empire. Still, the prince of the Empire was unable to be reasoned with and so after the half elf left, he cut most communications with all of his former allies. Of course he still had gone to the rider for advice when the crystal was created, and been thankful for all of the information he got, but that changed nothing.

His next thoughts were cut short as the king was forced to weave a complicated spell inside his head to stop the explosion coming toward him. At close quarters like this, it was a near miss for success, but Brenton saw the golden and blue aura flicker for a second around Undbitr before the energy of the blast dissipated into the air around them. He was still alive, thankfully, and so Brenton grinned at Reru for a split second.

Just think, there was once a time that we did these kinds of things to train in Uru'baen. Now you and I are enemies on the battlefield and you use attacks that I can see coming from a mile away with my eyes closed. Don't forget who trained me back in those days, Rerukusu Galbatorixsson. I am only different from you because you fight for a tyrant and I fight for the freedom that was wrongfully taken from us all. Your father killed my father, in a roundabout way, and still you expect me to be willing to let you survive? I'm sorry but if you insist on fighting me and escaping then you will have to slay me first.

Brenton thought about all of the people he would be leaving behind if he did fall in this one battle high in the air. Rella, his wife and the queen of the elves, was the main person that would be left behind once he died. Then there were those like Isrydia, Arlyn, Emiryal, Arya, Eragon, Konner, and all of his other friends in life. They would all witness as he fell to the ground and struck the dirt with such force it would cave his chest in from the fall. That couldn't happen! Brenton couldn't bear it if he died from this fight, so he pulled the cruxis crystal out of his palm and watched as it disappeared. It would soon reappear in the caves of the Training Grounds, but that was only a precaution.

Then Brenton realized the futility of this and he looked at Reru again. The Empire rider was more experienced fighting like this so there would have to be a way to deal with it. Brenton took his weapons and sent them to the caves as well, also sending away Inferno's bracelet, before he nodded. Now was the time to do the honorable thing. The king gathered all of his energy and formed it into one curse, aiming to sever Rerukusu's connection to the power of the Nether and the Guardians. It was the only way. Yet it would also kill him, or at least drain his energy to the point that it would take a day to reform at the crystal. With that, Brenton sent the curse at Reru and laughed deviously. The mount faded beneath Brenton and his eyes dimmed as he fell to the ground, energy already depleted from his body entirely.

Summary: Brenton speaks to Reru about old times after stopping the blast. He then casts a powerful curse and "dies"

KONNER DERRIKSSON

Konner was in the midst of smashing another soldier's skull when he saw something that made his heart stop. Time seemed to slow down around him as Konner stared in utter dismay to watch his friend fall to his death from above. He had failed in the battle against Rerukusu and that was what happened. With a roar of rage, the assassin vaulted onto Talon's back and shot straight toward the Empire rider. This would go no further. As he flew, Konner called desperately for someone to help him, touching the minds of every rider who had ever met Brenton for even a second.

Summary: Konner sees Brenton fall and goes after Rerukusu with revenge in his heart while calling for backup.

CLARISSA AND VERVADA

Clarissa saw her first opponent before they had even had time to approach her and Vervada. They were a dragon and rider pair, looking rather green around the edges. With a haughty laugh, the daughter of Galbatorix shot flames at Auduriel and Kvalsidae.

Summary: Clarissa attacks Auduriel with magic.

DYAMI ETU

Dyami was sitting astride a battle charger when he heard the muttering of the Varden soldiers he commanded in this battle. Not much could make them so riled up when there was a cause to fight for so something big must be happening. Quickly, the young Troop Captain glanced around at his men and barked out an order. Men, this is not the time for senseless babble. We have a fight before us and enemies who see us as just another target. Stand firm and return your attention to the battle.

As Dyami stopped speaking, he noticed that no one obeyed his commands and none of them turned back to continue their attempts at battle. That shocked the Captain but he looked at all of the soldiers and bellowed at the top of his lungs. VARDEN! I am Dyami Etu, Troop Captain of this squad of soldiers that you stand in! Now TO ATTENTION! Still no one acknowledged he even spoke and that made the young man see red for a second. He would not be disobeyed in this moment.

Instantly the man spurred his horse to movement and felt the muscles bunch beneath him to go through the fray and to the source of the disturbance. Another horse was just arriving and on its back sat an old face that had been declared to be gone forever from the world of the living. That stopped Dyami in his tracks but he quickly dismounted and saluted as he stood at attention in front of his Commander.

Sir William, I was alerted that you died in the forest of the elves. What happened? On second thought, tell me all about it when we dethrone this tyrant. It is good to see you again now I, Dyami Etu of the Varden, relinquish command of this squad to you. Take command and lead us to victory as you did in previous battles.

Summary: Dyami notices the distraction of his troops and after failed attempts to rally them, goes to find the problem. He greets William and gives the knight command of the troops that he leads.

[David Lightningsword]

David entered the black city of doom. Death surrounded him. It did nothing to disrupt his resolve. in fact, it strengthened it. The black king would pay for all the death and suffering he had caused.. both in this war and the fall of the riders. He looked up as he saw the friendly black dragon and her rider Auduriel fly into battle. "Fly well!" He yelled up at them. He then began to slash and stab his sword through multiple guards. he hated the need for death, but he would do as was needed to gain control of the city and bring peace to all of Alageasia. This whole time, his mind was open as he searched for other spellcasters. He was surprised he had only found the one so far. This troubled him... what did the the empire have hidden up their sleeve?

Summary: David continued to attack the empire, taking a small break to wish Kvalsidae and Auduriel luck. He continues to search for enemy spellcasters to deal with.

[Velathan]

Velathan was surprised at the speed his opponent had caught his blade and sent another slicing towards his stomach with. He barely had time to register this though, as he'd be disemboweled if he hesitated even for a moment. It was a good thing he'd taken his shield with him on this, although he was confident that he'd have been able to block it with his blade. This was only a passing though as he quickly placed his shield over his chest, which in turn covered his belly and easily deflected the strike that had been aimed at him. Swiftly retaliating, he aimed a kick at her shins in an attempt to off-balance her, or even knock her to the ground while he brought his arm back and thrust his weapon towards her own belly, hoping to impale her on his blade.

Summary: Velathan blocks the attack with his shield, kicks at Ri'Shei's shins to try and knock her over, while attempting to stab her.

[Capricorn]

Auduriel and Kvalsidae | Rider and Dragon | Varden

The flames could have been avoided if Kvalsidae had wished, but she had decided to simply allow them to hit her. It didn't cause her harm- Auduriel had put used several wards against magic- but the dragon noted that she should probably remind Auduriel to replace the ward if they got a chance. She had opted not to move because it would have destroyed the momentum that she had and was hoping to use to knock the bigger dragon into the wall. It then that David called out to them, although it went unnoticed.

The dragon didn't seem very old. It was physically old, of course, and it could fly well, but it didn't fly with the ease of a battle-hardened veteran that Kvalsidae had noticed amongst some of the older dragons. Still, she could never be sure, but that was something that she could take advantage of- it was possible that Kvalsidae was actually older than that dragon. She'd heard that when the body grew faster than the mind, it was disorienting, but she had grown at a normal rate so she couldn't be sure.

Summary: Kvalsidae allows the flames to hit her so that she can hopefully knock Vervada into the wall, but they do not damage her because of her wards. She then decides that although Vervada flys very well, she is likely a young dragon aged by magic.

Grimrr Halfpaw | Werecat King | Varden
The gates had been unlatched by a dragon and... Nobody? The werecat felt a chill go up his spine- that was not supposed to happen, he was sure of it. He had seen a lot in his time and it definitely wasn't right. He turned his gaze back to the streets where the Varden forces had begun to pour in. He had a war to fight and a race to lead.

Grimrr heard a voice and turned to his side, where a fellow werecat in human form had spoken. He looked familiar... The name slipped the king's mind, which was still troubled upon seeing the wheel turn on its own. "It matters not. The gates are open and the mad king must fall." He answered. "You are injured, go to the healers. Every fallen warrior is no good to anybody but the Empire."

He turned and drew his dagger from his loincloth. "Death to the Empire and death to Galbatorix!" He called, in an attempt to inspire the Varden troops.

Summary: Grimrr is disturbed when the wheel is turned by nobody, and tells Sayroan Li to see a healer. He then draws his weapon and shouts to inspire the Varden.


Sherxia | Dragon Spirit | Empire
No, nobody attacked her as she soared above the sky. She felt almost gleeful- she hadn't felt this excitement in a long time, and this time, it would be for the king. For his Empire. She circled over the city once, looking for easy pickings. All of the smaller dragons that she could see were being fought by combatants of the Empire that were competent enough to bring them down. There was no point in fighting bigger Riders- they had sense, they'd be harder and it'd be a better idea to take down those who could do damage but who could also be taken out easily.

That left the footsoldiers. She dove down to the gates where the dwarves and urgals had just reached and breathed out bright purple flames. She began flying forward to light as many of them on fire as possible, before descending to the ground and beginning to claw at several troops. She closed her wings to avoid damage to them, but kept them prepared. The Varden were fools, but she was sure that at least one of their Riders or dragon would notice her and rush to defend their footsoldiers.

Summary: Sherxia flies over to the dwarf and urgal gate, breathes fire on several of the troops, and then lands to claw at them.