A new world order

[Nandon]

William glanced around the room and sighed, walking over to one of the large tables he grasped a glass of wine, taking a sip of it. Soon the hall would be filled with various ambassadors and other petty nobles vying for a spot on the soon to be formed Council. It had been a couple months since Galbatorix has been vanquished, and around a few weeks since Nasuada had pardoned William for his actions that had led to the slaughtering of hundreds of elves.

It had taken William a couple weeks to return back to his home in surda. And almost immediately upon his arrival he had been summoned before King Orrin. His leige lord had held a massive feast in William's name, which had made him rather uncomfortable. And at the climax of the festivities Orrin named William the Surdan ambassador to the new Kingdom the varden was quickly forming.

When the invitations arrived from Nasuada to attend in the hopes of forming a council, Orrin had been quick to send his ambassador. And William had been quick to want go. His entire adulthood had been consumed by the war with the empire, With destruction. With pain and suffering that he caused. William was perhaps one of the most sound tactical minds of his generation. A generation formed in blood and steel. But now that the war was over, and the amazing Tactical mind was no longer needed. He wanted to build something. He wanted to leave a legacy that was not tainted with blood and gore. And that was what he hoped to acomplish in this council, if he was accepted among its ranks.

[Aelodil]

( I'm just gonna assume it'd be in a lone building somewhere, as if it were in a city too many interruptions would be able to be made. )
An old man, hobbling with a great staff that seemed to be ancient as the boulders around him walked through the country side, he couldn't help but remember the send off he was given. The few other Wizards in their community had actually, for once, all gathered their leaders together in a peaceful union. That was, so far, the most surprising to the man, otherwise known as Camarat. It seemed the Wizards did not want to be mixed with the Dragon Spirits and had sent Camarat, after much furious discussion, as their representative. He still remembered the dead serious looks on their faces as they said, "We do not want a union of a state with the Dragon Spirits. We want a state of our own. We are no longer Dragon Spirits. Make sure they know that."

He sighed. Unlike himself, the other Wizards were generally unpleasant. They took simple things too far and were way too prideful for their own well being. For one thing; he found it annoying that he was sent as their representative. He had not participated in the battles between the Varden and the Empire, though he did his fare share of helping the Varden by solving internal affairs and the such, but he still had rather preferred to dodge politics. The royalty were all just too hot-headed. They reminded him of his own comrades, if not as powerful, but definitely with the same prideful and arrogant attitude.

Camarat had already walked a few miles and knew if he were to continue on this pace it'd be until the next day that he finally arrived. Stopping for a while to make himself a quick meal in preparation of the energy he'd have to soon use, he wolfed down the meal with surprising speed for his old age and began chanting. Soon, he had his own personal wings made out of pure energy. The spell he had weaved was quite complex, and he didn't want to have to use it more than he had to. All the time he made use of the startling blue arcane wings, he would feel a slowly increasing demand on his energy. Bringing himself up, he flew his way to where the council was to take place in.

As he finally reached the lone building which stood out, proud as a peacock, he dissipated the magic and continued his steady walk, supported by his staff. Seemed he was rather a bit early, as no one was there yet. That is, other than a single soul that seemed to walk around in what Camarat guessed was the council room. Camarat walked in, and noticed the man had this sense of commanding aura around him that said; In the battlefield, you listen to me, no questions asked. Camarat nodded his approval. As much as warriors such as the man in front of him were no longer needed, he respected the man already.

"Hello," Boomed Camarat, his loud voice audible across the spacious room despite his old age, "I thought this might be the place, then I thought I was wrong. Turns out I was not. Glad to make your acquaintance. The name's Camarat." He finished, taking a swig from a glass of wine nearby. He still held his staff in his hand and his sword, Vasilis, the large hand holding both the weapons. (At least, he saw the staff as a weapon.) He continued his introduction and said, "I'm the representative sent by the Wizards. If you don't mind me asking, what is your name? And what your purpose here is?" He finished, emphasizing on the word "Wizards".

[Emiryal ♕]

Murtagh walked in shortly after Camarat having just arrived. He'd helped Eragon against Galbatorix in the end and it had paid off with the King dead. Now he and Thorn were free. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He had been pardoned as well since he'd been fighting against his will and had helped in the end. However, that didn't stop the scorn and distrust some people still treated him with. He was especially uncomfortable among the Varden after what happened with the only exception being Eragon and Saphira.

Having got the invitation to meet here, he had been reluctant not sure if he should go but if he could help undo some of the damage he had caused maybe he wouldn't have to feel so bad about it any more. Thorn had landed in the courtyard and was watching for Saphira, surely they had been invited. "Hello Camarat," he said seeing the dragon spirit there. He didn't know the old man personally but he knew of him. He didn't know William at all though.

[David Lightningsword]

KING ORIK

Orik Was not exactly excited for this meeting, as all the political parts of being the Dwarven king was his least favorite thing to do. Yet He knew Eragon would be there, and liked the idea of spending time with his foster brother again. Both of them had been so busy since Galbatorix's fall that they could not actually spend time together... so politics or not, Orik looked forward to seeing Eragon

So when he walked in to the 'insert where ever this is here' he took his seat and said "Well, we might as well get this over with."

DAVID LIGHTNINGSWORD & HERALDA ELDUNARI

David was absolutely shocked when he received his invitation to be there. He may have been a Rider now, but there were way more Riders more worthy than him to be a part of this council. It took a mental prod from Heralda for him to realize it was probably because he had in his possession the one Eldunari found sane in Galbatorix's black castle. It was probably them being polite and not demanding he hand over Heralda, them obviously knowing the connection they shared.

So David walked in looking slightly awkward with Heralda in a bag that he gently placed on the table. He stayed silent, and decided Heralda should speak for herself.

TALION THE LONE RANGER & TALOT ELDUNARI

A Meeting. Not something Talion ever was part of. He was the Lone Ranger after all. Politics were not his thing. Yet he was invited.. partly because of Talot, and partly because he was a Ranger. He did not want to go, but Talot pushed him to do it. So here he was, walking in after the Rider with the black sword. He took a seat and said outright "I am not here to represent the Rangers. I am only the packhorse for Talot." To which Talot replied, expressing his mind to everyone and said in a deadly/commanding tone "He is more than just a simple packhorse. He is my companion, and the only one willing to openly defy Galbatorix while the Varden hid, so treat him with the same respect you would treat Eragon himself"

[Emiryal ♕]

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[Brenton]

It had been a tough decision for Arathale the day a messenger had shown up and requested he join the meeting to happen on this day. He had just gotten done with some menial chores when it struck the man that he had been invited as one of the only dragon spirits left to represent the whole race. So he set off for a remote building out in the middle of nowhere to see a group of people he would probably despise.

It was as he walked through the door that Arathale recognized most of those within. Some were old allies and other bitter rivals from before the war but they had all survived. Because of that he simply strode through and greeted an elder first. Camarat, old friend, I assume you are here on behalf of the Wizards. It's good to see you again. Sir William of Surda, I am Arathale. I come to represent the dragon spirits as one of the last known to survive the war.

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The massive figure that glided down from the skies above was bearing marks of healing along his body. He slowly landed with a wince but stood and folded his wings to his back. Few of his race were still on Alagaesia but while they were they needed an ambassador to speak for them. That duty fell to their leader, Tashiel Silverwing. He walked in and bowed his head respectfully to the rest. Greetings all, I am the representative of the Fallen Angels known as Tashiel Silverwing.

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One of the last to enter was not a representative himself but simply a vessel for the being who spoke for the Guardians. They would not influence these humans past a slight nudge toward respectable leaders but it was still wise to let everyone know they existed. So a tall half elf strode through, garbed in attire from his previous days as the king of the elves. He had cut his hair to show respect and trimmed his beard so as to not appear totally like the street urchin he fell into.

As Brenton walked in he simply took off the red bracelet and set it down on the table. I'm certain most of you know me but I am Sir Brenton. The true representative is Inferno, Guardian of Fire, but he asked me to speak for him in this matter.

Inferno pressed his vast mind against all in the to confirm his presence but then retreated silently. He would only speak indirectly through Brenton Bromsson. Of course now it was no longer Bromsson as his past showed he was but a knight in the elven kingdom.

[Nandon]

"Well this certainly is the place I believe, otherwise I am just as fooled as you are!" He smiled kindly and took a sip of his wine, gazing around as other people entered the room and walked over, He gave a slight pause before answering who he was, so as to allow other people to enter earshot, that way he didnt have to make unnecessary introductions later. "I am Sir William Shay...I am the Surdan Ambassador."

He glanced over at Murtagh and it took all his political power to maintain the slight smile on his face, but even so he couldnt stop all his features. And in that moment his eyes held a flash of anger towards murtagh, He didnt know the rider personally, but he did know him by reputation.

A look of shock then passes over his face as the dragon eldunari breached his mind defenses and spoke directly to him. He shifted his thoughts towards the thought of how rude some things could be, and hoped that the Eldunari got the hint.

William didnt notice Orik enter through the crowd that was quickly beginning to surround him. But he did notice Brenton, and he suddenly seemed nervous. He had met the former king once since he had been banished, and that was when the Elven war party had been nearing Ur'baen. But he still seemed uneasy around the elven knight.

[Aelodil]

Camarat nodded slightly as he looked around at the present audience. He nodded in return to Murtagh's polite greeting. Of course the boy didn't know Camarat personally, but it seemed he had remembered his name from reputation it seemed. Polite lad, even if his reputation was that of a murderer. He returned the favor by sending his mind out to Murtagh's and said, "Pleasant to see the children of this generation so polite. It is a pleasure to meet you, Murtagh." Refraining from using Murtagh's surname out of courtesy.

He noticed Orik arrive and sit and gave him a polite nod as a hello. Of course, he hadn't ever met the Dwarven King but manners were manners. He introduced himself to the King and said, "Hello, Orik. My name is Camarat. I'd like to say I'm here for a pleasant reunion but I'm afraid it's all politics now-a-days so I'm here as an Ambassadors for Wizards. Pleasure to meet you." His voice strong despite his old face.

As more new-comers arrived, he sat down and huffed as he rested, hands still on his staff. He opened his vast mind ever so slightly to listen to Arathale and gave him a feeling of right. Yes, he was here on behalf of those old men in their towers. He turned towards the one man he had no clue about; a Fallen Angel. He had heard of the race, but never met one. He nodded, just to be polite and said, "Hello to you as well, Tashiel." As he repeated the polite greeting to everyone else.

At last, he turned to Brenton. His face was filled with emotions. He didn't hate, nor like the King. His past experiences with the man were always short lived. Camarat's temper always flared. But he decided to act diplomatic and said, "Hello to you too, Brenton. Nice to see you too."

He turned, finally, to Sir William and said pleasantly, "Glad to hear it. Also glad to hear someone else has a nice sense of humor."

"So, shall we get this done with? When I was younger I had all the time in the world but now.. now, I'm but an old man who needs all the rest he can get. I don't like politics either, so, let's." He said.

[Emiryal ♕]

Murtagh felt like most in the room where weary of him regardless if it was true or not. He'd helped Eragon in the end of the battle but that wasn't enough to wipe his name clean of a life time in Galbatorix and Murtagh's shadow. He glanced at Brenton's bracelet with interest, the Fire Branch would've been the one he and Thorn would be in if they'd joined one.

He seemed a bit surprised when Camarat spoke to him without malice or distrust, that's usually what he got from most these days. He quickly shut his mind out of instinct after Camarat spoke. He didn't want anyone in his mind still. "If I may ask, why was I invited here? I haven't don't much good for Alagasia."

A rift to the nether opened and Reru came in through it before closing it. He hadn't been invited to this council but wasn't about to be left out of something so important. He'd vanished for the most part after the battle taking his sister with him to the safety of the Nether and he'd worked tirelessly to restore his connection to it after Brenton ruined it. He'd succeeded only with Ender's help. "I hope my lack of invitation was a poor oversight and not intentional," he said. He glared at Brenton then looked away refusing to acknowledge him. He'd grown bitter after his father's death.

[Brenton]

((Seeing as I will be mostly away for the next couple days, and I don't want skipped, I'll post here and then check in when I return.))

Brenton glanced up as he caught the slight disturbance coming from where a portal suddenly opened. It was nearly indistinguishable from most magic in the room but for the air of darkness that accompanied it. Just then, Rerukusu appeared in the room and spoke. A moment of utter incredulity hit the knight and his hand instantly dropped to Undbitr from reflex. But he stayed his motions and instead spat out an oath. Maybe we all just hoped that you couldn't return from the Nether after I cut your power. Unfortunately it appears you triumphed and thwarted us yet again Rerukusu Erisn Galbatorixsson. Maybe I should cut your throat and throw you out instead.

Instead of getting the chance, the half elf suddenly had a hand on his arm and looked up to see Arathale restraining him. Now is not the time. We came here peacefully and that is how it should remain. Reru please sit and refrain from agitating those who were actually invited. It is after all, your right to be here as an Elder. The dragon spirit nodded at all in the room to convey his intent to keep the peace.

Tashiel smiled and gestured at Arathale as he spoke to Camarat. I assume you taught this wisdom to the warrior Arathale. After all, he rarely would back down from confrontation. Truthfully, the Fallen Angel believed his ally to be right that fighting was unnecessary but he would still draw steel if it broke out into such a circumstance.

[David Lightningsword]

David looked over at Brenton and sighed when he went off his handle again. "Calm, Brenton-Elda there will be time for throat cutting later. I personally think cleaning up his blood is too much effort at the present moment." He next turned his attention to Murtagh as Heralda instructed him to say for her as she did not wish to project her own thoughts into his mind quie yet. "Murtagh, Heralda wishes me to tell you that while she has no love for you, you worked to break free from Galbarotix's control and in the end helped Eragon defeat him. You have done more good for Alagaesia than some at this very council" David himself had mixed feelings concerning the man. While he had been their enemy for ages, he had once been their friend, and helped them repel the Urgals in Farthen Dur oh so long ago. He then looked at William, the very man he had fought in the battle for Uru'baen not two months before. He gave the man a nod and nothing more

King Orik turned his attention to the Wizard and gave him a nod "A pleasure Camarat of the Wizards, Polotics or not, a reunion is a reunion. Even if some of the company you would rather not be in the same room with" He shot daggers from his eyes at Murtagh, not forgetting how it was him to killed Orik's foster father and predecessor to the throne. Kingkiller he was named, one Orik was not planning on allowing to happen a second time.

Talion sat and listened to the squabble, used to being ignored, and preferring it.. it allowed him to strike quick and true. The Ranger itched to leave and go back to exploring the land and wandering alone, yet it was his duty to attend this meeting, since it seemed no other Ranger was going to attend.

[Brenton]

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[David Lightningsword]

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