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Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Nov 24, 2009 20:49:24 GMT -5
I couldn’t shake off the familiar feeling of dread from stabbing into me.
Why had I picked Ramsey? Why? My lovely curiosity had simply been too much to resist that night, one week ago, and now I was stuck with probably the least Riderly Rider in history. She was far more suited to bashing brains out of skulls with that hammer of hers rather than the finer arts of reading and learning. We were stark opposites.
I leaned forward to glare down into Ramsey’s face. Though she’d been implored to dress like a proper woman, she’d been stalwart in refusing to do so. They could make her do magic, something she hated above all else, they could make her worship that Lady Nasuada, but they apparently couldn’t make her wear frilly skirts. Still, I had to admire how well she wore men’s clothing- she’d been given a deep brown velvet overcoat and dark breeches, shiny leather platform boots, and intricate black gloves that hid the blaringly bright gedwëy ignasia on her right palm. She’d refused makeup, but her long orange braids had been piled up into a somewhat orderly ponytail that reached her upper back. Weapons were required to be left outside in order to lessen the chances of people killing each other at the conference, so she didn’t have her oversized sledgehammer with her. So, for once in her life, or at least in mine, she looked decent.
The morning was bright and cheery, the windows casting long pale rays onto the marble tiled floor, but the weather did little to improve my mood, probably dampening it even further. I was currently perched on Ramsey’s head, my claws digging into her dreads, which I knew annoyed her. She was striding down the long halls of Lady Lorana’s palace, taking every detour she found in order to put off entering the Great Hall for as long as possible. I couldn’t help but share her lack of enthusiasm. This upcoming meeting was going to be anything but fun. The latest issue on the Varden’s plate was, amazingly, one they shared with the Empire- a massive blight that was spreading all across Alagaësia. It was killing elf and Imperial crops alike, and magic had unsurprisingly failed. In fact, it had just made things worse. So, delegates were arriving from both sides to discuss the matter at hand. Personally, considering the fact that neither had much tolerance for the other, I was quite convinced that they would probably end up murdering each other, in which case Ramsey and I would sneak off. Stupidly, Riders were expected at the conference as well, so we were being forced to come along.
After some long minutes of awkward silence, Ramsey growled, “D’ya mind gettin’ off my head, yeh good-for-nothing reptile? Yer makin’ me bleed tomato sauce.” Well done, insulting me again. I applaud you. I made a mockery of human clapping by slapping my front paws together. “Oh, shut up.” The mind of a mortal. How quaint.
It made Ramsey feel better to voice her thoughts out loud, it seemed. Made her feel less like she was going insane, which frankly, she already was. She didn’t like me; that much was obvious. She didn’t like that I was in her head; she didn’t like that I could open her up and read her like a book. She also didn’t care much for being a Rider. I watched with mild amusement as she purposely walked past the huge oak doors leading to the Great Hall, and decided to poke at her a little more.
You’re going the wrong way, oh vertically challenged one. “Think I don’t know that, yeh arseface? I’m feckin’ stalling.” And that’s going to make everything better, I’m sure. “We’re early. We’ll be fashionably late.” Yes, but we’d be best off looking refined by being early. You might at least pretend you care about the fate of the Varden, Ramsey. Or perhaps you’d prefer a life in prison, stuck with me forever prattling in your ear? It’d be close enough to your dreams of a life of crime… ah, there we are. See, you just passed the doors.
Ramsey stormed towards the massive oak doors lining the east wall, which were flanked on either side by two Imperial soldiers. The glares they gave Ramsey made the phrase If looks could kill run through my mind, and I suspected the glare she gave the two of them was just as deadly. What with the bounties placed on all the Varden Riders, I could guess that they were more than a little pained at the sight of cash walking by and being unable to do a thing about it.
The doors swung open at Ramsey’s touch, revealing the enormous space within. The Great Hall had clearly been rearranged for the purpose of the delegation, with two enormous long tables pushed to either side of the room, separated only by the huge lit brazier in the centre of the room. The walls were lined with elegant tapestries, mostly portraying dragons, and fine portraits of Lady Lorana’s ancestors. The tables, though, were far more interesting- it was rather obvious why they’d been pushed so far apart, considering the Varden and the Empire were butting heads. Though not nearly full of people yet, I could recognize several important Varden figures to the right of the room, although Nasuada had yet to appear. To the left was the Empire’s side. Galbatorix and Shruikan weren’t going to show up, but I could see Lady Lorana as well as several other important members that I didn’t recognize.
Ramsey’s mind was turbulent. Her own uneasiness seemed to fill my own mind, and I twitched nervously. She inhaled deeply before striding forward. All eyes rested on her, and then moved upward to me. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Ooh, how I craved my egg right now. I silently, wordlessly urged her to walk faster. She took careful, measured strides towards the Varden’s side of the room, head held high. I slipped off the top of her head and onto her shoulder as she took a seat near the middle of the table, laying her hands onto it. I hunkered down, settling against her neck, and, for once, she didn’t complain. I only hoped that this would all be over soon.
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I couldn’t stop the smirk that crawled onto my lips as I watched the delegates around me.
The Empire meeting with the Varden, what a fascinating subject for studies of social interaction. I allowed my tongue to linger on my glossy lips as I peered around at my fellow Imperials, most of which were staring coldly across the table at the Vardeners on the far side of the room. The rest, unsurprisingly, were staring at me. Obviously, for a meeting of such importance, I was wearing something that made me stand out starkly from the boring, much more average-looking nobles and magicians surrounding me. My long, shiny black hair had been intricately curled and tumbled down my shoulders and back in that perfectly tousled way, my eyes had been magically altered to a pale, seductive jade green, and were outlined with black kohl to make them stand out all the more against my flawless porcelain skin. I was reclining against one of the many elegant upholstered chairs lining the table, my head resting against the backing. I had pushed it back slightly so that my body was very noticeable- I wore nothing on it but a fine silver net that glittered in the soft light of the brazier, which happened to leave every part of my body uncovered. On my feet, I wore pale silver slippers, but that was the only real clothing I possessed. No jewellery, no cloth, just sparkling mesh. Needless to say, it was difficult for more than a few people to keep their eyes off of me, which was exactly what I wanted. Doctor Malandra Ramakrishna would not be ignored in this conference.
I took some time to peer around the room. On the far side were the Vardeners, including their newest Rider, Nemo Ramsey, a petite dark-skinned girl wearing men’s clothing. I watched her and the tiny aquamarine dragon on her head with some interest as they sat down before my gaze moved on. There were several Varden scientists, and some Surdan nobles, but no Lady Nasuada as of yet, so nobody else worth my time. I lost interest in them and glanced around my own table. Galbatorix, most unfortunately, was not attending, and neither was Shruikan. But there was a multitude of interesting people- Kaldr and Aelyn were supposed to be coming, as were Thorn and that maddeningly attractive Murtagh. Among the scientists were several members of the Twin Lamps, a group that studied unknown magical realms. The one sitting closest to me, right on my left side, was Remy Kamenwati, a male elf who was ridiculously feminine even for one of his kind. He’d worked with me several times, and had interrupted many of my experiments, including stealing a werecat away from me, and I quite frankly didn’t trust him, and not just because he was an elf. His platinum blonde hair had been scraped back into a perfectly sculpted ponytail, his gloved hands folded on the table. He was staring across the room with narrowed black eyes, deep in thought.
My gaze moved on. There were several nobles, including Marcus Tabor of Dras-Leona and Lady Lorana of Feinster, among others, and several upper-class magicians like Pele Serowë, who was sitting on my right. She was one of Galbatorix’s several Shades, and was currently dressed in a fine black-and-gold gown, her rich red hair done up in a tight updo. She was gawking at my outfit with utter horror, her yellow eyes the size of grapefruits. I returned each disgusted glare with a smile. Now that I thought about it, she looked oddly similar to Nemo Ramsey. I might consider bringing that up.
I snuggled up against the soft chair as more delegates arrived through the huge double doors. This conference was going to be most enjoyable.
Words;; 1692 Muse;; I was crying and depressed and awful when I wrote this... so, like, BAD. Thoughts;; This is unarguably the worst post I have ever written EVER. Words cannot describe how god-awful this is. I deeply apologize.
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Post by zkjt on Nov 25, 2009 14:09:57 GMT -5
The creaking of the cart was really starting to annoy me. How long had I been lying under that sack of garlic for now? A few hours maybe? Would it even be worth it? It better be, otherwise I knew I would regret it. As I sat there listening to the constant groaning of the cart I recounted the past events.
"Mother I will not!"I had shouted my voice slightly rising. I could remember my dark hair had been wild around my head, as I had just woken up. My mother was standing across from me with her arms cross. Her silverly blond hair fell in strands down to her shoulders and her green eyes were filled wit worry and something else...dissapointment? "You will whether you like it or not..this school will be perfect for you. You'll get to learn all sorts of things,"Her voice was exasperated yet her face showed no sign of anger or of being fed up. "Mother, why won't you allow me to stay here, in Ellesmera?" I had been working on pretending on how much I loved Ellesmera until I could leave. Now the plans were changing. "You know why...I can tell you don't like it here," Her voice was tight. I had the feeling she would start to cry soon. I opened my mouth to protest but she raised a hand, the equivalent to:If you say one more word I will break down in tears. I was quiet. "I just want you to try. You'll learn magic, sword craft, archery, hunting and tracking skills, how to sing.."She continued on listing things that didn't even matter to me. I nodded my head unenthusiastically listening to her. This wasn't even fair! I was going to control when I left..not my mother! I was angry and as I continued to listen to her I formed a plan. A couple of days ago I had heard about a meeting..between the Varden and the Empire. I would go to it and meet with the Varden, joining them at once. Then I could continue my studies while I fought alongside the Varden. It would break my mother's heart when I left, but she would have to understand. "Endorin!"My mom raised her voice slightly. I blinked. "Umm..sorry, could you repeat that please?" I hadn't realized she was still talking. Looking at me warily she repeated, "I said, it's only for a few months, then you can return home..it'll be over before you know it," It was here she smiled at me and left my room with her hands clasped in front of her. I didn't realize she was crying as she left the room until later, as I left Ellesmera.
The plan was simple. Before the sun rose, I would leave following a back trail out of Ellesmera. I would go to the nearest village, and hide in anything that was being transported to Feinster, where the meeting was being held. Once there I would confront Nasuada and join the Varden. Sadly, my plan didn't work out as I had hoped. I made it to a village and I did find transport in a wagon carrying carrots and beets. They brought me to the edge of the Hadarac Desert before turning west and heading toward Uru'baen. When I was only a couple of miles from the city, I fled the wagon and began to run south. It was when I was close to Feinster that I realized there was a dilemma. Guards from the Empire patrolled a two-mile radius of Feinster. There was no way I could get past them. I tried several times but was intercepted by enemy magical-users every time. Finally, when I had almost lost hope a stray wagon came by and I hopped in. I made it past without being detected and I got into Feinster. Sadly, the wagon was carrying garlic.
Blegh! the whole wagon smelled disgusting. My hair was sweaty and was plastered to my forehead. I was thirsty, but the garlic had been providing enough food. The creaking had gone on for hours and I felt like I would lose my sanity if I heard that sound just a few more times when it stopped. There were voices outside the wagon. Suddenly, the compartment door I had been hiding in was lifted and I was staring into the face of a gruff soldier. He yanked me out by my collar and threw me to the ground. "What are yer thinking son!"he screamed at me. I was shocked. How had they known I was there? The man raised a hand to slap me when suddenly he paused. His face paled and he backed up. I laid there for a few seconds before standing and brushing dust off of my clothes. I peered at the man closely and began to advance toward him when he said, "Not any closer elf. I don't want to meddle with ye any more. J-Just come with me and we can meet with the leaders of this here meeting,"he began walking and I followed him. He walked into the palace and continued through several confusing corridors before we came to two giant doors. Voices were heard inside. The soldier gestured toward the door and backed up slowly. What was his problem? And then I remembered. Children elves were known to be stronger than normal elves, and to be more mischievous as well. I smiled at the man and opened the doors. The soldier followed me as if to introduce me. "Umm..I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, but I er..found the one-"he pointed at me with his thumb ."-sneaking in to Feinster. Thought I should tell yas that's all,"he looked embarrassed and was fiddling with his shirt. As he introduced my I glanced around the room. There were several nobles and magicians all glaring at me but I could see a man with something on it's shoulder. Wait! I looked closer. It was a female with a..dragon! I stared, my eyes wide with shock. A dragon Rider! 00c;I don't know if this is ok..I'll fix it if it's not..
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Post by Kite on Nov 26, 2009 0:30:15 GMT -5
Daran
*Daran steps slowly into the room, past the guards who nod to him and Daran nods back, feeling a little bit silly. He is in his normal clothing, without his cloak, but he still felt silly.
Instead of feeling silly for feeling overdressed, I feel silly for being underdressed. Figures.
*He chuckles to himself and then looks up. There he only sees a couple people here... So far. He knows that all of the dragon riders are yet to come, except the new one, who was standing right in front of me with her new dragon on her head. She looked... non-plussed to say the least. He wonders why, but figures that it is best not to bother himself with a dragon rider's trouble without needing to. He had already gotten on a dragon's bad side once.
He wonders how Thorn will react to him here, then decides that he will probably take notice that Daran is here, and then not pay attention to him.
Oh well... At least the meeting did not turn out badly. Object lesson to all. Funny, I notice some of those trainees here today. One of two of them at least. The ones that went for Strike units... Which one is here again...? Right. The 3rd. Silly me.
There was a strike unit out of the city in case the discussions here went south. However, the unit was fairly relaxed. They didn't expect any action. They hadn't gotten much recently anyway. He had just came from there, actually. He had been speaking to the Captain, a man named Don Myth. He and "Kite", as Don was called, were old friends, but it wasn't important.
Daran went to a wall near the delegates and leaned against the wall. He looked at the other woman. She was quite beautiful, and naked as a jaybird, though he knew she was surely at least a little crazy, which is why he can resist that image. She was Malandra, the creator of the Zombies. The Zombies were one of the few units that truely worried Daran.
If they went rogue... It would be extremely costly to stop them... I know she knows that too...
He shakes off that thought and looks to the door as another delegate enters behind a guard with an elven child. The elven child looks around the room and then directly to Ramsey. Daran thinks that isnt as interesting as the delegate behind him, a beautiful woman in a green dress. He looks at her and waves. He wants to greet his sister, but he also knows that now is not the time.
He looks over the room one last time, this time looking at the two people right beside Malandra. One is an elf that Daran has never met before. His features are slightly womanish, but he doesnt the air of superiority that Daran feels from most elves, or if he does, Daran doesn't notice it. He seems almost like a doll. Daran wonders who exactly he is. He has never met the man, or really even heard of him.
More interesting is the woman beside her though. He sees that she was formerly an elf, and has childlike features, but her eyes and hair are feral. Her deeply red curls are arranged on top of her head and that makes Daran pause.
Her eyes... Her hair....... Shes a Shade... Interesting...
He looks her over and finds her attractive, almost as attractive as the nude woman beside her, though heavier set than Malandra. This is not a good thing, because he can also not decide which of the two is more insane... That is for another time, however. Right now, he just doesn't want to screw up and become eaten. Or disemboweled. Or experimented on. Or messed with at all.*
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Ava
*Ava slips into the room after the guard with the child elf. She smiles at seeing a child of the elves. This is the first she had heard of this child, and she was honestly happy about seeing him there, even if he had no real right to be around there probably. She must speak to him, but he wasn't important at this given time, although... A new, beautiful mind might give us an intriguing insight into the problem. Ava certainly hoped so.
She is wearing a deeply dark green dress, one made of rich silks and shimmers slightly in the right light. It is low cut in the front and back, and goes to her ankles. She has black shoes with low heels on them as well. Her hair is left to flow down her back simpley.
She sees Daran waving to her, and waves back. Then she steps slightly into the room and looks around to see who else is there.
She sees the newest Rider, Ramsey, wearing a fairly good attire for a male. She wonders why she is wearing male clothing to a formal gathering, but thinks that it is not so important. She had heard the Ramsey is a little odd, but doesn't really care. She sees the new dragon, Ikehr, on Ramsey's head and thinks that the pair of them make quite the picture.
She then turns the the gathering of delegates from the empire. She sees them across the room from Ramsey, and smirks a little at this. She then identifies those gathered.
First, she sees Malandra. That was the purpose, Ava assumes, of her get up and positioning of her allies. The woman in mesh looked quite beautiful, quite alluring, but Ava knew about Malandra. She had never met Malandra before, but she had seen her. She has also heard much, and seen one of her experiments up close. A former elf named Wraith. Malandra's zombies and other experiments bugged Ava. First off, they are highly skilled, more highly skilled than she expected from a human, and that made her wish to test her power against Malandra's. However, that was neither here nor there, and did not bother her extrodinarily. Mostly, Ava just wanted to meet and speak with Malandra. She was an interesting character. She might even like Malandra once she got to know her.
Next to Malandra on one side was Remy. She smiles and bowes her head to the peculiar elf. He was an interesting one, and one that she wished she knew better. They had not, however, really had a chance to talk yet. Maybe afterwards.
Then she turns to the other person flanking Malandra. She recognizes Pele for exactly what she is quickly. She is slightly surprised to see an elf-turned-wraith at these proceedings. She notices that she was throwing glances at Malandra, and wonders why specifically. Maybe they had a secret plot to destroy the meeting, or maybe the Shade did not like how Malandra was dressed. Or, rather, undressed. It was rather distracting. Ava feels happy that she decided to come to this conference.
So many people, so many interesting people. This will be quite entertaining...
Ava decides to move in to the area where Ramsey and Ikehr are, and bows slightly to them.*
Hello. I am Ava Vorandeer. You are Nemo Ramsey, I assume?
*She looks up to the dragon*
And you are Ikehr, right?
*She steps back and smiles at both of them*
It is a pleasure to meet both of you, even if I am mistaken about your identities..
*She waits for their answer, wondering in the back of her mind who else might show up...*
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Post by renea on Nov 27, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -5
Nasuada _____ _____ _____ Nasuada had traveled quickly to the meeting, the guards came with her, as normal as could be. The horses she rode was the best from her warrior, Autumn, who was at home with a baby of her other warrior, Elaniver. She had not seen Elaniver in a long time, but she knew he was around some where, it would just take time to see him again. She wore her golden dress, tight around the arms, her sword mad with perfection and two daggers were also made with wonderful skill, the pommels made to look like two dragon heads. She loved all three of the blades that had been made, but today was not the day to be thinking about blades when she had her own problem. She wondered where the King of Surda was, she was not sure when he had been planning on leaving the Castle, but she had left late that night before and could see the meeting place ahead. She traveled with her guards and two elves... Tasalae and Tasia.
As she passed the guards, she gave them both a nod and move further into the city and then dismounted when she arrives at the meeting place and headed inside. Five guards stay with the horses, the Kull who had become a good friend was with her, standing directly behind her. Rumors were was that the Kull liked the Nasuada, but the two only had a good relationship. She moved pasted another two guards, who looked up the three kulls who followed Nasuada, Tasalae, and Tasia. She saw many people she did not like on the empire side, she even saw Remy, but she did not ponder on that much, just went to the side she was suppose to be on. She greeted a few people, looked around for Eragon, but he did not seem to be here, which seemed to worry her.
"Tasalae, Tasia, we will sit here," It was the center of the people on the Varden and Surda side. She took the seat and the Guards stood behind them. The lead kull pulled three seats out and Tasalae, Nasuada, and Tasia set down, the chairs being lifted and moved forward. "Thank You." His grunt and nod of the head answered her before he stood back.
Tasalae _____ _____ _____ Tasalae wore her normal white cloak, the hood down her back, her black hair braided perfectly, a few strands could be seen on her neck, but she did not worry about them. She wore the black, skin tight tunic, the long sleeves hiding the two daggers that were next to her forearm. She moved with Nasuada and looked around as she saw many empire and the newest dragon rider. She gave a easy nod to her, moving towards the place Nasuada wished to take a seat at. The Kulls brought out the chairs and then pushed them forward. She might of seen people leaving swords and such behind, but she never left her own blades behind.
Tasia _____ _____ _____ The wolf elf moved with them, wearing her wolf pelt black cloak as she smiled at many of the guards. Her teeth were sharp, her face looked like a wolf. She looked like a monster honestly, but she liked her wolf like look. She honestly felt like feeding on a few of the guards, some had some meat on them, but she controled her own urges with ease. She also held a very pretty weapon, two daggers with wolf heads on the pommel and black gems running through the pommel, holding the energy she had stored in it over the years. She looked around at the many different people and sat down also. Her body had been altered by magic to look like a wolf, showing that walking on two feet was a little harder then most the time, walking on fours was much easier for her.
They all left their swords out beside the door, guarded by three guards that they had brought. Nasuada, Tasia, and Tasalae did not like the idea of being weaponless, but they did hold two daggers each, hidden up their sleeves... Tasalae and Tasia were holding two large barriers around their own mind and the mind of Nasuada.
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Post by Angmor on Dec 1, 2009 0:01:29 GMT -5
Feinster, Kyemen thought, was rather a strange place. It had only been a few months ago where he had been sent on the spying mission here, on which he had been beaten, imprisoned, poisoned, burned, and very nearly killed. Shortly after that little escapade, he participated in the battle that eventually captured the city for the Varden. After that, it had become a forward base for much of the Varden army, so it was then technically considered ‘safe’ territory. And now after a month of that, it seemed that it was to become hostile territory once again. And this was the worst kind of battlefield. Here, the enemy did line up before you, but on this field, you could not grit your teeth and shove a dagger in their gut… You had to smile and shake hands with them. He and Sierthra flew in a searching pattern, moving in an expanding circle from the walls of the city, scanning the burned-out slums and the forests at the outskirts of the city. Here and there Kyemen would utter a spell to enhance his vision, allowing him to examine the land in much greater detail for signs of what he was searching for. Anything? No. But I know my weaknesses. That may just mean that they’re down there, but being careful. And mages could be covering their mental presences. No, there could be a hundred imperial troops down there, and we wouldn’t know it. But… I’m not about to burn down the whole forest to find out. Pity. I guess that means… …It’s time to go on to the summit. Time to prepare for what may be the hardest battle of our lives. Charge! [/Color] Picking up on his joking tone, Sierthra winged over into an almost vertical dive, angling toward the palace on the western section of Feinster. Kyemen just hoped that he was joking. Sierthra dropped lightly on a balcony of Lady Lorana’s palace specifically set aside for the purpose, her careful wingbeats kicking up less dust and debris than she might in a hurried landing. Kyemen did not want to spark this whole situation into an inferno just because a careless draft of air knocked a soldier from the roof. He felt instinctively tense at the presence of the all the red armor here, but he forced down the instinct to draw his sword. It had been part of the conditions for the meeting, that the Varden and the Empire have exactly even security forces. Exactly one hundred for each, all in rigidly scheduled shifts. Yet one more thing to get used to. All five of the Varden soldiers saluted smartly to him, while the five imperial soldiers simply stood, eying Sierthra warily. Sierthra, he noted, was eying them the same way. As he stepped through the doorway, a rather harried looking porter stepped up to great him. A member of Lady Lorana’s house. It had been agreed that they, as a consented neutral party, would take care of all of the logistical work. The porter bowed low, making Kyemen feel rather uncomfortable with the show of reverence. “Apologies sir,” The young woman said. “But I’m afraid you must turn over you weapons before you enter.” Ah, yes. He had forgotten about that. “Of course. A sensible precaution.” He said evenly, untying his sheathed sword from his back and placing it in the girl’s waiting arms, followed by his matched fighting knives. “Be very careful with those, especially the sword.” Kyemen warned, amused at the girl’s stare at the pile of blades in her arms. It was apparent that she was not very comfortable with them. “Don’t worry sir.” She said, managing to tear her gaze away. “I’ll take them straight to the tower, with the rest of the weapons. They’re being guarded by both sides. No one will disturb them.” With that the girl bowed again as best she could, then walked stiffly off, clutching the weapons as if she feared they might escape. Sierthra nudged Kyemen’s shoulder with her snout. That wasn’t nice. What? What did I do? You neglected to mention the throwing knife in your boot. Oh. That.He smiled, starting through the castle. That’s just the healthy paranoia that’s kept me alive all of these years. What, you hardly expect me to go into that lion’s den with nothing more than you and magic on my side, do you?[/Color] While he didn’t turn to look, he could sense that she too was smiling. Well Kyemen Straethir, I do believe you are in danger of being smart for a change. Are we headed straight to the chamber? No. I want to have a talk with Ilar first…[/Color] Ilar was the head of the security detail on the Varden side. Kyemen found him in the spacious library that led off the balcony that encircled the main hall, a place that had been chosen to coordinate the forces. From here, they could look down on the delegates, and make sure that no one was causing trouble. Officially, none of the delegates were allowed up here, but Kyemen was an exception due to the fact that he had helped plan out the defenses. He had picked Ilar for the job himself. He liked Ilar. The man understood just what they were up against here, and he was just the man Kyemen wanted at his side if this whole thing went bad. He found him and the rest of the officers standing over a table in the library, pouring over a map of the palace. On noticing the Rider’s presence, he snapped immediately to a tension. “Oh, at ease.” Kyemen said. “I’m just a delegate now. You are my superior in rank. How are we doing?” “Officially sir.” Ilar answered, smiling through his thick brown beard. “But I never was one for officials. We’re doing pretty well, all things considered. It's like one big game of capture the flag. We stay behind our line, they behind theirs, we watch, they watch us. But nothing happens so long as no one crosses the line. We’ve had a lot of help coordinating the soldiers from this man here.” Ilar gestured to a man on the other side of the table, who nodded politely, but did not salute. Kyemen nodded back, using the opportunity to assess him. While Ilar was the perfect model of a soldier, this man clearly was not. From the black clothing to the expression on his face, he looked like someone who belonged making shady deals in back alleys. The man’s eyes, he noted, were… blank. This was beyond a skilled poker-face. Kyemen could read nothing from them. The man did not carry any visible weapons either, but he did not look like he had the slightest need of them. Something about the way he carried himself made him look somehow ready for something. “And you are…” “Taraak.” The man offered. No family name, apparently. “Nice to meet you, Taraak. You are a spy, yes?” The slate-grey eyes didn’t even blink. “A what? What are those?” He replied, his tone neutral. Kyemen could not help but smile. “Of course. So, you’ve helped with security?” “Yes sir. And it needed, too. Quite frankly sir, this venue is an assassin’s dream of bliss. I’ve helped, but… Well, I’d place a few more wards on Lady Nasuada, if I were you.” Kyemen nodded, already thinking that himself. “Noted. Ilar, I would advise having your men look more for the small disturbances. Unlocked doors, strange sounds, that sort of thing.” Ilar nodded. “Already being done.” “Good. Taraak, how about the imperial delegation? Anyone in particular I should worry about?” The spy nodded, leading him to the doorway that led out onto the balcony. From here, Kyemen could make out most of the great hall below, where the small crowd of milling delegates was housed. It looked almost like some kind of circus. There were faces of every possible race and mode of dress, making for a colorful gathering indeed. Taraak pointed out a woman who shimmered with every movement, the material of her outfit catching the light… Kyemen did a double take. Suddenly he realized outfit was a rather strong word. “Well, she doesn’t subscribe to the usual nudity taboos of human women…” “No sir. That would be Doctor Malandra Ramakrishna, scientist for the Empire. We’ve had an eye on her activities for some time. I’ll spare you the gory details, which are indeed gory, but suffice it to say she is not generally a very nice woman.” Kyemen could imagine. Just by looking at the woman, that brazen and shameless way she conducted herself, and the half-smirk that marked her artificially flawless face… He found himself repulsed on a level he had not thought possible. “Also,” Taraak continued, pointing out another odd looking woman, although in this case not quite so noticeable. “Pele Serowe. A shade. We really don’t know much about her, other than the fact that she is one of the king’s mages. But still, a shade deserves a little watching, I think.” “Good point. Anyone else?” “Just the usual. I’m quite sure that the rest of their delegation is a carefully selected group of spies and intelligence officers.” “Just like ours?” “Just like ours.” Taraak said, humor coloring his voice for the first time. Kyemen let his eyes roam the room, looking for any faces he might recognize… He stopped, settling on a particular young man, or more so the very young aquamarine dragon that clung to his head like a bizarre kind of hat. “How about that one there? New one of theirs?” Taraak chuckled humorlessly. “No sir. That’s a new one of ours.” Kyemen did a double take. He swore. “That’s…” “Nemo Ramsey, Rider for the Varden. She’s not exactly what you would expect, is she?” That was for sure. Kyemen had heard about the new rider, but… Well, unexpected indeed. He recovered quickly. “Well, I need to get down there. Thank you for all your help, Taraak.” The spy nodded again. “’Pleasure, sir. Just, be careful which way you turn your back down there.” A few moments later, Kyemen met up with Sierthra in the corridor. Without a word, they made their way through the huge doors and into the great hall itself, into the lion’s den. It was nice having a full size dragon beside him. The people in the room made an instant path for them both, wisely avoiding Sierthra's swinging tail. The tension in the room went visibly up a few notches. Kyemen decided to make his way over to Ramsey and her living hat and introduce himself. After all, now that he was back from the Guarding Forest, the two of them would probably be spending a lot of time together. As he approached, he noticed that Ramsey was in conversation with a young woman, looking to be about nineteen years of age. At first glance there was nothing particularly unusual about her, but on a closer look, there was something that didn't quite seem to mesh about her appearance. Her ears were rounded, but she looked elven in every other respect. As he got closer, the woman looked up, her green eyes flashing over him before locking on Sierthra over his shoulder. Kyemen was pretty much used to not getting any attention when she was around. It seemed as Ramsey noticed which way the woman was looking, she spun around, making the young dragon hiss in protest, reaching over her shoulder for what probably would have been a weapon hilt had they been in any other place. Kyemen raised his hands slightly away from his side to indicate he was unarmed. Despite her diminutive height, this Nemo somehow managed to tower over him. He had no doubt that she would be serious trouble in a scrap. And yet, she did not look at all the Rider type. Somehow he could not picture her sitting and concentrating, putting together a complex spell. Yes, it would definitely be interesting to see what Oromis would make of this one... He opened his mouth to greet in in the ancient language, but then quickly thought better of it. First impressions mattered. He doubted she spoke it, and he did not want to come off as an arrogant elven twit the very first time speaking to her. "Greetings, miss Ramsey." He extended a hand, hoping that it would come back intact. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Dec 2, 2009 20:04:46 GMT -5
I was in a grievous mood, to say the least.
I cursed the stupidity of this entire gathering. The Empire and the Varden having a big friendly get-together was not in any of my plans. Granted, maybe friendly was pushing it a bit over the margin- if looks could kill, everyone in the room would have exploded into flames by now. But the issue at hand wasn’t my biggest concern, and worst of all, it was putting me at risk. Nasuada had hoped for me to be sitting on the Varden’s side- in disguise, naturally, but still on their side- but being a scientist of the Twin Lamps, and unknown magic being the entire point of this meeting, I had immediately been called forward by the Empire. I was dreading the moment that the leader of the Varden would show herself.
In order to distract myself from my turbulent thoughts, I gave the delegates in the room another sweeping glance. Only one Rider had shown up out of the five that were expected- the very newest, Nemo Ramsey, a diminutive dark-skinned ex-delivery girl with striking orange hair and the mouth of a sailor. Her even more diminutive dragon, Ikehr, was gripping onto her mass of braids as she stepped across the room, before crawling onto her shoulder and snuggling against her neck. It was clear that neither of them were enjoying the attention they received. They’d have to get used to it, same as I had. Even when they were widespread, Riders were saints to most people, and I’d spent many years getting accustomed to the crowds of worshippers, the number of women hunting for a Rider husband, and every second person wanting to be my best friend. The memory was almost as bad as the situation I was currently in. My gaze moved on.
Few truly important members of the Varden had arrived, but I could see Jormundur, Nasuada’s right-hand military man, some elves, and even a dwarf or two. I glanced back at my own table, which was currently more populated.
Most unfortunately, I had been forced to sit next to the craziest person in the Empire next to Galbatorix- Doctor Malandra Ramakrishna. Her husband, Nagendra Ramakrishna, who was almost as bonkers as she was, wasn’t attending, so at least I wouldn’t have to put up with him. But Malandra was bad enough all on her own- she was in one of her blaringly revealing outfits yet again. Today, it was a simple net that made her skin glitter and hid absolutely nothing of her perfect curves. The occasional swish of her black hair revealed a breast here, a thigh there. Though something inside me twitched with delight at such a sight, the revulsion of the woman herself was more than enough to turn it to the back of my mind. Her eyes, coloured green today, were full of her vanity and the complete condescendence she held for everyone in the room except for herself. She was purposely ignoring my presence, which was fine by me.
There were several city lords and ladies- Lady Lorana, who was sitting in the middle of the table, was wearing a dark blue dress that slimmed her down a bit- the woman had consumed too many tarts for her own good. Her grey hair was done up in a bun, and she was holding a silk handkerchief, wringing it and swallowing, clearly upset with the situation. Marcus Tábor, lord of Dras-Leona, was a few seats away from her. He was even bigger around the middle than she was, and unlike the air of quiet and kindness that seemed to surround Lorana, there was an impatience and intolerance surrounding the man. He was eyeing Malandra. Next to him was Lord Risthart of Teirm, a man whose cold grey eyes revealed his lack of mercy and forgiveness. He was one hell of a warrior, so I usually kept my distance from him. A little closer to me was a Shade, Pele Serowë, who’d used to be an elf. She was tall, and though not the overgrown pig that most upper-class citizens of Urû’baen were, she was no fit woman warrior either. Though I’d spoken little to her, she was staring at Malandra with the same amount of disgust that I was, and that in itself made me think well of her.
Then Nasuada arrived. I immediately sat stone still in my seat. She was being trailed by those two elves of hers, Tasalae and Tasia, whom I’d sort of met some days earlier, and a contingent of Kull. Nasuada seemed to favour Kull, and I couldn’t blame her. She needed able bodyguards now more than ever. As she walked, she gave me a second glance, but I read nothing in her expression, and she eventually looked away. I slumped in my chair. Maybe she wouldn’t take it as hard as I thought she would.
More delegates arrived, one being a tall, haunted-looking dark-haired human who approached the Imperial side of the room. He was glancing at both Malandra and Pele, sizing them up. Both were attractive women. It was a little more difficult to admit that for Malandra, but it was true. He waved at another delegate, who happened to be Ava, the disguised elf mercenary that had helped me deal with an Imperial spy some time earlier. She recognized me, giving me a nod. I inclined my head in return. I liked Ava. She was one of the rare unstuck-up elves I’d met. Following her was a massive crashing as an enormous spring green dragon strode through the door, being led by a man who was clearly an elf, although so hardened and weathered by human life that it might be easy for a non-elf to mistake him for a mortal. Kyemen, obviously, with his dragon, Sierthra. They were making a beeline for Ramsey and Ikehr.
“Umm… I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, but I, er… found this one…”
I glanced at the door as an Imperial guard shuffled in, glancing nervously around the room, especially at Sierthra. “… sneaking into Feinster,” he continued. “Thought I should tell yas, that’s all.” He stared at the delegates. I glanced at the person he was referring to, and raised my thin eyebrows in surprise. A very, very small elf stood hunched by the guard, his face filthy. Dirt, however, couldn’t hide the air of power that clearly labelled him as an elf. An elf child? That was practically unheard of even in Du Weldenvarden, let alone wandering around the Empire. I couldn’t hide a grin. Du Weldenvarden had to be in a flurry over its missing spawn. However, that grin disappeared when I heard Malandra speak again.
“Oh, miss Serowë…”
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Words could not describe the utter vileness of the vermin sitting next to me.
Malandra Ramakrishna was, to put it lightly, not my favourite person in the whole world. Maybe I could get over the fact that she was insane. Maybe I could get over the bloody, vicious experiments that she carried out deep in the palace dungeons, and the bloodcurdling screams from there that made their way to my manor every night. But I absolutely could not get over the woman’s bearing and wardrobe.
Proper dress was vital. Fashion didn’t matter, colours didn’t matter, but there was a certain amount of skin that needed to be covered. Malandra didn’t adhere to that rule at all. The outfits she wore were revealing and vulgar, tailored to show as much body as possible. But today, she had simply gone too far. She was wearing nothing. Nothing. A fine mesh over her body, yes, and little silver slippers, but the mesh did nothing more than add a little glitter. Everything else was bared open for everyone to see. The utter shamelessness of it would have made me throw up if I still could, and I’d happily have done it all over Malandra. I’d probably be killed instantly, but at least it would be worth it to see the look on her face.
In order to try and push down my rapidly rising temper, I forced my attention onto the other delegates. On the Varden’s side, I saw no one of interest except their newest Rider, and the only one of three to show up so far, Nemo Ramsey. The lizard on her head was of no interest to me. Dragons were highly revered, but for what? The only two I’d gotten up close and personal with were Thorn and Shruikan, and my memories of them weren’t fond to say the least. Ramsey was an odd-looking girl- puny, with a weathered but still handsome face, and dressed in men’s clothing, but they were finely made, so I let it slip. She was nervous, but still a very proud woman, storming through the room with absolute confidence that was only undermined by the lizard on her head.
Besides the painfully beautiful woman on my right, there were a number of lords and ladies and other people of importance on the Empire’s side. Marcus Tábor, Risthart, Lorana… all pigheaded humans that weren’t worth my time. I hated being here. Being a well-to-do sorceress, Galbatorix had thought my presence useful, and yet the lazy bastard hadn’t cared enough to come to the meeting himself. I sighed, tugging on the decorative sleeves of my dress. I had to put up with it. Everything came at a price, and I wasn’t about to lose Galbatorix’s funding just to skip out on a meeting.
Besides lords, there were other sorcerers, most of whom I recognized, and scientists- Malandra, obviously, and several members of the Twin Lamps, a little organization that I had considered joining, since it studied unknown realms of magic. It might be useful in locating Ereshkigal, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the Empire supervising that kind of thing. I recognized one of them, Remy Kamenwati, an elf that I’d exchanged small talk with. Despite being one, he too had little love for the so-called Fair Folk, so I sympathized with him. A little, at least.
I turned my attention to the arriving delegates. One was a human man- tall, dark-haired, and he possessed a certain air of danger around himself. He joined the Imperial side and stared at me and Malandra, though her more than me. I was reminded that Murtagh was going to come, and I groaned inwardly. Back when I’d met him on the outskirts of this very city, he’d drooled enough to fill a bucket, which was why my dress, though beautiful, covered my cleavage and revealed little but my hands and neck. Hopefully, Malandra’s nakedness would distract him and keep him from badly attempting to gain my attention again. The man who’d just arrived waved at a new woman, who was clad in a green dress. I relaxed somewhat. It was nice to see a properly virtuous woman. Though she had human ears and rounded features, she was clearly an elf, from the outrageous beauty and the aura of magic surrounding her. She nodded to Remy, who nodded back. Then came Nasuada, followed by Kull and elves alike, one of which had changed her appearance to the form of an upright wolf, like Blödhgarm.
A thundering boom sounded from outside, followed by another, and then another. I realized that they were footsteps, and glanced nervously at the door as a massive green dragon squeezed inside along with a man. Like the woman, he too was a human-looking elf, although his features seemed to be more altered by hard work and the weather than magic. Kyemen and Sierthra, no question about that. Before I could get a chance to get a proper look at more people, though, a coy voice by my ear made me freeze up.
“Oh, Miss Serowë…”
I turned around slowly, and to my displeasure, found the brilliant green eyes of the mad Malandra Ramakrishna staring into my yellow ones. Her smile was bright, revealing perfect white teeth, but her eyes held a malicious intensity.
“That elf child requires Imperial supervision, don’t you think? It would be wonderful if you brought him over. I would, but he might find me a little intimidating. I’m sure he’d be more comfortable with you.” I had no clue what she was talking about. “Wh-”
She gripped my chin and turned it sharply, and only the most restraint I’d ever used kept me from lashing out at her- that and the sight that met my eyes. An elf child, being held tightly by a scruffy-looking Imperial guard, stood near the door. He was filthy and upset, but the sheer impossibility of it made my mouth drop open and not even notice when Malandra removed her hand. Elf children were rare. Really rare. To see one here was more than unlikely.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” said Malandra, and though her voice contained surprise, she clearly wasn’t too impressed by him. She’d always hated elves. “Go and bring him over to our side, would you, dear?”
I didn’t want to. I really didn’t want to. But she outranked me, so with some resignation I nodded to her and stood, my skirts shifting with my movements. I strode around the table and across the room to the guard, who quickly released the boy as I approached, stuttering. Most people reacted to Shades that way. I ignored him and roughly took the boy by the arm, marching him back to my seat. He said nothing, but he tugged a little, although a hard glance at him quickly had him obeying me. Despite myself, I wasn’t cruel enough to sit the boy right next to Malandra, so I sat in my spot and pulled the boy into the empty seat on my left.
“What a cute little boy,” said Malandra’s sultry voice, and she leaned forward a little to get a good look at him. “Let’s talk later, hmm?” She winked at him, and then she stood up, proudly marching over to the city lords, sparkling as she moved. I slumped a little, relieved to be away from her, and then glared at the terrified boy.
“I don’t know how you got out of Du Weldenvarden. And I don’t care,” I added sharply, cutting him off when he tried to speak. “But this is no place for a child to be. You were better off at home. I won’t hurt you, but the same can’t be said for nearly everyone in this room. So sit still and try not to draw attention to yourself.”
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I shuffled in my seat nervously, glaring at anyone who stared at me. This was, sadly, impossible- everyone stared at those unlucky enough to become Dragon Riders. For the thousandth time this week, I resisted the urge to slam my head against the table until my skull cracked. I would never drink again. Never. You woke up in the strangest places after a night of booze, everyone knew that, but nobody had told me I could end up in the bloody Varden egg chambers, let alone get a bleeding dragon. And I hadn’t exactly gotten the nicest one. He was puny, even for a hatchling, apparently, and it was unlikely he’d ever be very large, even full-grown. And he was a smartass to boot.
I glared at the tiny blue-green creature perched on my left shoulder. This was his entire fault. According to him, he would never have considered me a good match if I hadn’t been so drunk. And he was quite right- we were complete opposites. He could read books from dusk till dawn while I got bored after three words. He also liked to pick at my lack of literacy, which was completely idiotic. I was fine at reading. It was only writing things besides my own name that I had trouble with. At least I didn’t have to get picked on for that- dragon claws couldn’t quite master quills.
Ah, yes, one of the few things that I envy of you humans. Ikehr made a low rattling sound in his throat that sounded distinctly similar to a human sigh. He glanced at his talons with disdain, closing them into a fist and then opening them again. Opposable thumbs appear to be quite useful. All I have is these claws. Oh, shut your trap! It is shut. He gave me a bored stare. In case you forgot, we’re sharing a telepathic link. The opening of mouths is not required, therefore it is impossible for me to ‘shut my trap’, as you so eloquently put it. Then get outta my head. Despite how uncomfortable I was with sharing my mind with such a ridiculous creature, I didn’t want to speak out loud. Yer about as useful as a rusty sword. But rust can be cured. Then I would be useful, correct? Uh, no, asshole. Then I am not a rusty sword.
The urge to hit my head was even stronger this time. Clearly satisfied with my anger, Ikehr turned to glance around the room, and I followed his gaze. More people arrived- a tall man, and yet another gorgeous woman- although she didn’t quite match the scary naked lady sitting at the Imperial table- and an elf kid. His presence was met with by gasps, but I honestly didn’t see what was so interesting. Maybe he was sent to sabotage the meeting with bombs or something. Following him was Nasuada, with yet another elf, and a very strange-looking wolf that walked upright, as well as some Kull. I’d rarely met with Nasuada, due to being hounded by so many people. Everyone wanted to meet the new Rider. Everyone wanted to be her friend. And none of those people had any respect for personal boundaries whatsoever. Luckily, Nasuada seemed more focussed on the meeting than me, as she simply took a seat with her guards.
“Hello. I am Ava Vorandeer. You are Nemo Ramsey, I assume?”
I blinked, still not used to my name being known again. I turned to see the pretty woman that had just arrived, dressed in a long green dress. Her silver hair hung around her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. She looked young, even younger than me, but her eyes looked old, despite how bright they were, not to mention the white hair. She stepped up to me. I groaned inwardly. Not another one…
“And you are Ikehr, right?” she glanced at him. He returned her look with a stare. “It is a pleasure to meet both of you, even if I am mistaken about your identities.”
Before I could respond, heavy footsteps interrupted my thoughts. I turned to the door to see Sierthra the dragon marching inside, with Kyemen the Rider right beside her. Ooh, the Riders. I dreaded meeting them. The lot of them were probably uptight snobs, and I wasn’t looking forward to working with them. Kyemen was an elf, but he looked very human except for the pointed ears, which was somewhat of a relief for me. He approached me, looking hesitant. I wasn’t really the great Rider everyone expected. I was no pale, elegant beauty of a woman, no princess, no elf. Just an ex-pirate with a nasty temper. He paused as he came up to me, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a few moments. Then he finally extended his hand and spoke.
“Greetings, miss Ramsey.”
I couldn’t help it. All the formality, the tight clothes, the skirts, the extensive vocabulary, the lack of cordiality… it was too much. I lost my temper.
Don’t, warned Ikehr, but he was a little busy being scrutinized by Sierthra.
“BLOODY HELL!” I roared, making Kyemen start and snatch his hand back in surprise. “I ain’t no miss, I ain’t no lady, I ain’t no feckin’ queen o’ the Empire, so put a feckin’ SOCK in it! I’m not gonna pretend to be some lovely little princess, so don’t treat me like some hoity-toity ladyship! Go soak yer heads! By Jah, if I get one more bastard who comes ass-kissin’ an’ boot-lickin’ an’ if I get ONE MORE-” Ahem, came Ikehr’s little voice, and I stopped, realizing that he had entered their minds- Ava, Kyemen’s, and Sierthra’s. He was broadcasting to all four of us. If I may speak. Allow me to apologize for my Rider’s insolence. She’s still rather new to this sort of thing, and it’s made her rather uptight. “I’ll show you insolence!” I grabbed the tiny creature on my shoulder by the neck and promptly made to break it. As I squeezed, though, I noticed the number of stares I was being given, and the total silence that had fallen across the room. Blinking, I slowly released the choking Ikehr, dropping him onto the table. He gasped for air.
I also doubt her sanity. But you’ll have to get used to it. I am Ikehr, she is Nemo Ramsey, as you no doubt know. But refer to her as Nemo, if you please. I’m not sure I could survive another ‘miss’.
Words;; 3519... this is a record for me. Muse;; VERY good. Thoughts;; Since people are no doubt going to kill me for the pointlessness and length of this post, I HAD TO INTRODUCE PELE AND REMY AND NEMO'S THOUGHTS! And the end is sort of amusing. So there.
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Post by renea on Dec 3, 2009 17:20:59 GMT -5
Nasuade, Tasalae, and Tasia spoke about the fact Remy was on the other side, but Nasuada seemed to not care, she had a feeling he would come to her when she was back in Surda, which she did not mind about. She set back in her chair, looking at the other side, not enjoying this meeting already. She hated being here, even Tasalae had told her it was a waste of time that the Empire would do nothing in the future to stop the diseased trees and the mad scientist was possible the one who started it. Tasia had agreed, of course, the wold elf was a little more wild and much closer to nature then many in the meeting hall. Her body was the animal, the sharp teeth could be seen as she smiled at imperial soldier, making fear flash across his face.
"I'm hungry," Tasia was tapping her fingers on the table, the black claws, which was suppose to be her fingernails. She looked different, she looked like a werewolf and Tasalae and Nasuade laughed slightly. Her own emerald eyes looked at them, a sly smile came to her face. Some of them wondered if she had just stayed outside, she was her own weapons, killing for food, that was her plan and the thought made Tasalae so sick, it was not even funny, but she was able to hid everything.
As the minutes passed, they heard a commotion and Nasuade stood as one of her riders seemed extremely pissed about something. Nasuade walked over, Tasalae by her side, however, Tasia just set back, watching with a look of amusement on her own eyes. She could not help herself but be amused by the new rider. Nasuada and Tasalae however moved over to the new rider, ordered the people to there seats and looked at her.
"I don't believe killing your dragon will help you much, many will still look up to you as royalty," Nasuada spoke with much wisdom for her age. If she killed her dragon, people would still know she was strong, she knew she would be seen to as royal by someone and people would worship her with everything they had. As she looked at her, another being came into the room, but this one interested Tasia and Tasalae the most. A elf child had come in, a rare being and someone who was strong. They did not like seeing the child being moved to the Empire side and Tasia felt enraged. The Elves were on the Varden Side and the Empire was making sure they got something that was strong. Nasuade saw the same thing and she pointed to both Tasalae and Tasia, motioning towards the child.
The elves moved with slowness to the other side, giving a simple nod to the others, weather they liked it or not. Tasalae was the one who spoke up, her voice traveled all along the room as she spoke to the child. "Hello Child, I ask how is it you come to this land and who you come to represent most of all." Tasalae had a feeling that it might be the Varden, but even she was unsure. Tasia looked around the room, keeping a eye on everyone before she tapped Tasalae shoulder and pointed to a older rider, the green dragon coming forward. Tasalae and Tasia nodded their respect to the rider and looked back at the child.
Nasuada took her seat back at the table, speaking to the Kull about protection for the most important in the room. She pointed to both the riders present and looked at them for a moment, telling him that the youngest would need protection, but for it to be as little as possible since she did not want such attention and that the other did not need a lot of protection either, but just in case, keep a eye on him in case something were to go wrong.
"What about you?" She did not say anything, just set back in her seat and wwaited for just a short moment.
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Post by zkjt on Dec 3, 2009 19:03:48 GMT -5
A real dragon rider! The woman, who I remembered to be Nemo Ramsey was small. Her hair had been put into..whatever it was now and looked to slightly resemble a ponytail. She wore men's clothing but I couldn't help but admire that. How many people she must have bugged when she put those trousers on. I had just begun making my way over to Nemo when another rider walked in. A bright green dragon walked behind him. She was brilliant and I couldn't help but open my mouth in awe. I quickly closed it though, as I heard footsteps approaching.
A woman was approaching me. She had dark maroon curls and deep yellow eyes that seemed to penetrate your body and look into your very mind. I had just begun to plaster a smile to my face when the woman gruffly grabbed my arm and began dragging me to the Empire side of the room. She had a vice grip on my arm so I dared not try to move. I had recognized her at once of course. In Du Weldenvarden she was mentioned rarely but I knew who and what she was. Pele Serowe, a shade. She brought me to a table where another woman sat waiting. Her clothes..well if you could call them clothes. Silver slippers and that skimpy little dress. Of course I liked it, but I couldn't help but feel slightly revolted that she would dare come to a professional meeting wearing that. Then she began to talk to me and I could barely understand her. There was a buzzing in my ear and as I turned around I noticed an empire magician watching me balefully from across the room. He was trying to penetrate my mind. Instantly barriers flew up around my mind and I sent my own consciousness toward the man. I slipped through his defenses easily and soon had overcome him. Keeping my green eyes fixed on his blue eyes(which were filled with worry)I searched his memory and then got rid of him. He collapsed, only unconscious and I watched with satisfaction as guards ran over to him. It was then I realized the woman was talking to me. I blinked. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" Oh. She called me cute. I nodded as she walked off and then turned as I was addressed yet again by the shade. I listened to her words carefully, and noted the sharpness of her voice. "I left Ellesmera and hid in a garlic wagon"I replied back mockingly. When she didn't respond I allowed my gaze to drift.
A dark-skinned woman had arrived with two elves and three large Kull attending to her. Ahh, this must be Nasuada, leader of the Varden. I watched as she met my gaze and then motioned toward me. I saw the two elves walk across the hall and advance toward me. I noticed both of the elves were women, but one was covered in fur and had claws instead of fingers. I gazed at the two forcing my face to remain impassive. I listened to the first elf and nodded my head to both of them. "Greetings. My name is Endorin, and I fled Ellesmera after my mother tried to force me to Silthrim."I was speaking in the Ancient language, trying to impress the elves. "I hid in a wagon filled with garlic which took me here and then a guard brought me here," My face, still unreadable slightly reddened when I was asked what side I was on. What would my mother do? I asked myself. And then I had that answer. "I don't know politics, but I'd rather be on the side that was fighting for the right thing,"I said slowly. I doubted my mother would allow me to fully commit myself.
I gazed up wards at the two elves hoping they would take my away from the shade, Pele. I could feel her slightly trembling next to me. Anger? Fear? Both? I didn't know. I just hoped I could leave. I awaited the elves's answer, aware that the man I had just knocked out was starting to come to and was pointing a finger at me.
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Post by Lily on Dec 3, 2009 20:45:04 GMT -5
Parley.
It was a word that was familiar to David, but not something that he thought he'd ever be part of. A parley happened to take place between two opposing sides in order to come to some kind of agreement. But David had always seen the faces of important people attending such meetings. He never thought that, even as a Rider, he might be requested to be there. Even though he knew it was his duty to support his side and discuss the current dilemma with the Empire, the thought still kind of intimidated him. To think that he would be sitting peacefully in a room full of his enemies, speaking as if he were just addressing a noraml Varden company was never a pleasant thought. No...there would be Shades there and enemy Riders. If an agreement wasn't reached, it was a possibility that he would be fighting with them again. And here they were, holding a parley with their enemies in the city of Feinster like they had been working together all along.
No one had seen this coming. No one had predicted the plague that had suddenly struck crops all of Alagaesia. Not even the magic of the most powerful elven magicians had been able to reverse the sickness that was killing plan life everywhere. At first, the Varden had assumed that this was just part of the Empire's plan to destroy the Varden indirectly...until they had heard news about the same catastrophe befalling them too. After a while of conflict, Nasuada had finally decided to hold a meeting of truce in order to come to a conclusion for this crisis. Both sides had agreed that if this problem continued, they would perish together. They might as well fix the problem at hand, even if it meant finding the strength once more to continue the war.
David had awoken early, long before the meeting was due to start, but he had been meaning to arrive early anyway in order to get a good idea of who was going to be there. If things went...badly he might as well be prepared. He was still the second newest Rider to the Varden, but he was still rather powerful considering how many Riders there were in Alagaesia presently. David had been shocked by the news that Nemo Ramsey, the small dwarf-like mortal he had met on his travels long ago, had only recently joined the ranks of the Riders hatching a dragon called Ikehr. He would be meeting them today as they would be at the meeting, but it still baffled him as to think that someone such as Nemo had been chosen.
David was presently standing just outside of Lady Lorana's palace, watching the odd scene of Imperials mixed with Varden guarding the entrance. Aviand stood a little ways behind them, obviously finding amusement in the fearful looks Imperial soldiers gave him as they passed by. They must know by now that he wouldn't hurt them under the temporary truce - although there was always the thought that one swing of his tail could skewer any one of them. The pair had just landed now, but David wasn't sure if he was ready for this yet. He wasn't sure if he was ready to take a step forward into uncertaintly. This wasn't to say that he never stepped into the unknown, but he couldn't say he enjoyed it. And his appearance at the meeting was probably the least of his concerns.
He glanced back towards Aviand just as the dragon blew a puff of smoke from his nostrils at the soldier watching him. David saw the man scuttle back a few inches. It was nice to have Aviand with him, especially now. Having fun? [/i] he asked almost casually. I suppose you could call it that. It's a lot more entertaining that listening to all of your worries of what could happen. Why not just go and get it over with?[/i] At this, the dragon raised his head to look towards David with those stormy gray eyes that matched his Rider's. The Imperial disappeared meanwhile. Sounds like a good plan. Actually, I was just waiting for you to finish. These thoughts are just a result of being left to think for too long.[/i] Aviand made the well known noise that dragons make to laugh. I never said I did not enjoy your thoughts. Well, shall we go then?[/i] David nodded and walked forward towards the massive entrance to the palace. Varden soldiers nodded in respect as the pair passed by while the Imperials looked on, their eyes steely. David didn't think they were here willingly. He supposed the feeling was mutual. No one approached him asking for weapons...probably because it looked like he wasn't carrying any. It was true, for the most part. His sword wasn't present and nor were most of his knives or daggers except for a couple that he kept hidden away. He doubted that he would need them, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. He knew the sort of people who would be there. Neither David or Aviand made any hesitation to go straight to the room where the meeting would take place. A low humming noise rose from Aviand's chest as they walked and David didn't know the reason he emitted it other than he knew it comforted David somewhat to hear something other than the silence that gnawed unrelentlessly into his conscious. He had to admit, that it would be nice to have Aviand tramping along behind him, although it wouldn't do much for the staring. David greatly disliked it when people stared. They entered the hall with no interruption...and instantly heard Nemo. Of course, it wasn't hard because she often yelled when she spoke and had a noticeable accent. But this time, circumstances were different. David halted after only a few steps into the room and watched the...greeting Nemo was giving. Nemo was yelling, it was true. But she was yelling with a tiny dragon hatchling perched on her head. It was a small thing, to say the least, with aqua blue scales and eyes slightly narrowed. From behind him, Aviand appraised the hatchling although it was difficult to focus as Nemo continued to shout in apparent fury. But not only was she accompanied by the Varden's newest dragon, David noted, she was also yelling at Kyemen Straethir, a fellow Rider and friend. Sierthra, his bright green dragon, stood directly behind him along with another rather elfish looking person whom David didn't recognize. As Nemo tried to 'strangle' her dragon, David felt a spike of alarm and shock that didn't melt into relief as she released him. Didn't she want this? Hadn't she chosen to touch his egg herself? She didn't seem very happy with her current position and David wasn't sure at all what had possessed the poor little creature to hatch. Even as he tried to find some answers from Aviand, the dragon's mind was just as confused as him. I see our friend has already decided to stir things up,[/i] Aviand said. As surprising as this is, that was not unexpected.[/i] David smirked, remembering his short time with Nemo as they had traveled to Aberon. Then, he never would have suspected that he'd be meeting her again with a dragon of her own. She had rejected everything that had to do with dragons, and now look at what was happening! Humans would never cease to amaze David. Everything was quiet now, either because Nemo's audience was so shocked by her outburst or because all attention had turned to the new arrivals. The Imperial side of the room was quite small as opposed to the Varden's and this gave David only the faintest trace of satisfaction. None of the Imperial Riders had arrived yet. Still, those who were not staring at Nemo and her dragon - Ikehr, was it? - were now staring at David and Aviand. Aviand took it upon himself to enter the hall properly and walk instantly towards the Varden cluster. David followed, managing to overtake his dragon, and reach Nemo first. Nemo looked very angry, not even seeming to care that she had just attempted to murder a part of herself. Ikehr sat almost pitifully on the table. Aviand's eyes flickered towards the younger dragon, but then back up at Sierthra. David hadn't seen the younger dragon acknowledge her before that. He couldn't forget one of their recent encounters, but if he knew Aviand, it wouldn't stop him from being friendly. To Aviand, Sierthra was a large shining beacon in the room. It was hard to not let himself get ahead of himself again, but he managed to restrain everything he wanted to say. Sierthra had chosen to put her duties to her cause first, and Aviand understood and agreed with her decision wholeheartedly. They were still friends, and the bond he shared with her even now was indescribably precious to him. He was happy with the way things were. Greetings,[/i] the light gray dragon said softly to the two dragons, leaving David to deal with their human company. David, thinking it was probably one of the worst times he could have walked in, looked Nemo up and down. She hadn't changed much for attitude, but her outfit had. It didn't shock David, but it sure made him think of why she had been so angry. Nemo was not someone who could be taught submission easily. She stared back at him, with the same hint of reproach he remembered from that day so long ago. If Kyemen or the other woman had been going to say anything, they weren't now. "Hello," the elf said, addressing them all, just needing to say something to break the silence. "I apologize if I am, erm, interrupting." Ooc//Hmm... Well it's definitely not one of my best. I just wanted to get it up as soon as possible so it might be missing a few details. But other than that, it's alright - considering it's one of the first RP posts I've done in a while.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Briae on Dec 6, 2009 13:59:29 GMT -5
Lady Lorana’s home was large and well adorned, but its grandeur could not compare to the extravagant decorations of King Galbatorix’s castle, Aelyn mused. She had arrived at the castle the night before and had been greeted most hospitably; Lorana had provided her with a luxurious room for the night, and Kaldr had been given fresh meat to alleviate his hunger, though he had gone hunting the next morning anyway, to reduce the toll of feeding a fully grown dragon. He had just returned less than an hour ago, and Aelyn was beginning to prepare herself for the meeting that night. She selected a soft, fitted white chemise which had long sleeves that came to a point on the back of her hand, complete with silvery gray embroidery around the edges of the sleeves. From her wardrobe, she selected an elegant overdress, made from a pale gray blue fabric. The front panel of the dress was embroidered with silver gray vines in an elven style, accented with small silver bead work and the collar and edges of the flowing sleeves were adorned likewise. After tugging the laces until the dress fit comfortably, Aelyn slipped her feet into gray silk shoes. Aelyn sat down on a stool in front of a large mirror, taking the front pieces of her hair and securing them loosely at the back of her head with pearl tipped pins.
Aelyn, are you nearly ready? Kaldr asked impatiently, positioning his head so that he could look in her window. Nearly, Aelyn replied. I need to get my weapons, yet. As Aelyn said this, she stood up from the stool and strode toward her bed, where she had laid out her weapons. She looked her sword, straight and double edged with a dark blue stone in the pommel, sadly leaving it on her bed. The rules were clear - no weapons were to be allowed. However, this did not stop her from making sure that her two throwing daggers were securely in place, one strapped somewhat uncomfortably to her left calf, the other concealed in an inside pocket in her midnight blue cloak. She had chosen to leave her other two behind for the meeting, deeming them unnecessary, and too cumbersome to hide. If conflict did break out, she assumed that most people would be either unarmed, or have only small daggers or magic. Alright, I'm done now. Aelyn said once she had finished buckling on her weapons. I will meet you in the entry hall. Kaldr said mentally. Aelyn left her room, heading in the direction of the entry way to join her dragon. It did not take her long to reach the front hall, but Kaldr had arrived before her anyway, after maneuvering his bulk through the conviniently large double front doors. Rider and dragon walked wordlessly through the corridors to the Great Hall, where the meeting was to be held. They followed a Varden rider and Dragon, David and Aviand, though the halls, but kept a respectable distance.
The guards at the door nodded respectfully at Aelyn and Kaldr as they passed and entered the room. Aelyn paused for a moment at the door, surprised by the explosive actions of the newest Varden rider, Nemo Ramsey. When Aelyn entered, the rider had grasped her dragon around the neck, and was obviously nearly ready to kill it... but she stopped. Aelyn did not know what stayed the ex-pirate's hand, but she looked around the room, and dropped the poor, tiny, aquamarine dragon to the table, her face twisting from a look of flaming anger to disgustion.
Aelyn shook her head dissaprovingly, but then spent a moment surveying those who had already arrived. On the Varden side, there was, of course, Nemo Ramsey, who was clothed in a rather fine suit of men's clothing. Aelyn understood the appeal, but she preferred wearing dresses and attracting a little less judgement from her peers. Ikehr was now regaining his composure on the table, his eyes expressing pain and anger. The actions of his rider had obviously effected him, and though he obviously distained Ramsey, it was horrible to be treated that way, especially in front of all the others. Aelyn's gaze then swept toward Nasuada. She looked out regally over the assembly, her dark skin shining in the fire light, set off by a dress of a silky golden materiel. The elves who always accompanied her were on the other side of the room, talking with an elven child. One was dressed in sensible black and white clothing, and the other had most interestingly altered her appearance, and now looked quite wolflike. Nasuada was backed by a few tall, muscular Kull. It's intriguing how quickly your allies can become your enemies. Aelyn thought, looking away.
David and Aviand were there, of course, and they stood near Nemo Ramsey, obviously just entering the conversation. The other person near Nemo was also a rider - an elf, tall and raven haired, who stood next to a fully grown, spring green dragon. She assumed that they had entered shortly before she, herself did. The dragon, a female, presumably, was muscular and well built, though she had an air of elegance and simplicity around her that her rider seemed to share, despite his rugged appearance. Both Rider and Dragon seemed to be warily, yet discreetly watching the Imperials. There were a few other uninteresting Varden ambassadors and delegates seated at the table, but Aelyn's eyes passed over them, looking toward a stunningly attractive elven woman, dressed in a deep green gown. Her indigo hair flowed down her back, and she looked somewhat vacantly out at the assembly. Her appearance was obviously changed by magic but though it was meant to attract women and men alike had no effect on Aelyn. The sheer intensity of the magic was distracting, and Aelyn was interested in how it was performed.
On the Imperial side, the delegates were no less varied. Lady Lorana was there, of course, sitting off to one side of the table and looking rather flustered by the goings on as she switched between wringing a hankerchief and studying a scroll which was spread out on the table before her. She was technically neutral, but Aelyn saw that there were no tables for the unallied, and so she had been seated with the loyal subjects of Galbatorix. There were a few other seated delegates, though by far the most interesting of them were the shade, Pele Serowe, Doctor Malandra Ramakrishna, and Remy Kamenwati. Aelyn had met all three a few times, at Imperial events and councils, but she was most aquainted with Pele. She and the Shade had spoken on several occasions, and they seemed to get along fairly well. The elf child was seated next to Pele, and he was speaking with Nasuada's companions, the two elves. Pele was dressed regally in a gold and black gown, and her deep red hair was pulled back in a simple, tight up-do. She glanced at Malandra with an expression of utter horror and disgust on her face, and Aelyn was entirely of the same opinion. That woman is repulsive. Aelyn thought, scandalized as she looked at the Doctor. She certainly goes to great lengths to get attention. Kaldr commented dryly.
It was true, Malandra had chosen decidedly sensual and innapropriate attire for the meeting, masking her nudity with a covering, if it could be called such, of a fine metallic mesh. She lounged indecently in her chair, gazing languidly out at the assembly. Absolutely vulgar. Aelyn fumed. Turning her eyes away, she appraised the elf, Remy Kamenwati. He sat errect in his chair, almost stiffly, looking thoughtfully toward the members of the Varden. He seemed a bit tense, Aelyn noted, though his face showed no emotion.
Aelyn walked toward the Imperial side, followed by Kaldr, who growled It is nearly time to begin. I should hope this doesn't become a heated debate. Aelyn laughed a bit, standing with Kaldr behind the Empire table. She was a bit dissapointed that no other Imperial riders had showed up yet, but she had heard that Murtagh and Thorn were supposed to make an appearance. Galbatorix and Shruiken are not attending, though. Kaldr though in a low tone. I wonder what the Varden delegates think of that? They sent their little female human. Aelyn shrugged. I guess we'll find out, won't we? Kaldr nodded his huge head, nudging her shoulder with his snout. Why don't you go and speak with the Shade. It has been a while since you've last spoken. Aelyn glanced at Pele. Maybe I will, after she is done with the elf child.
ooc: -choke- this post is possibly the worst I've ever written, so sorry! No muse, terrible descriptions, rushed... etc. XP This has been in the works for a long time, so please tell me if anything needs to be edited to make it relevant to the current situation.
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Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Dec 8, 2009 18:26:00 GMT -5
Despite my clear indication that he was to be silent, the boy snapped back at me when I was finished speaking, mentioning something about hiding in a garlic wagon. That explained the smell, then. I resisted the urge to cover my nose with my sleeve. Either way, I couldn’t care less about who he was or where he came from. I just wanted him away from me. Elves knew what I was, they knew I was an abomination, and they simply couldn’t take a member of their superior species being imperfect. Despite his relative youth, this child had clearly been brainwashed with the narrow-mindedness of the elves, which I guessed was why he kept shooting me condescending glares. Or maybe it was because I was an Imperial. Clearly, he, among millions of others, hadn’t realized that not all Imperials were evil. I sighed despairingly.
Suddenly, the two elves who’d been trailing Nasuada approached. One was dressed in simple clothing- for an elf, at least, while the other, the wolf-like one, had no clothing to speak of besides her fur and a loincloth. I wasn’t sure what to think of that, really. If humanoids had fur, did they really need clothes? Both of them were subjected to stares from the Imperials that ranged from icy suspicion to furious hatred. Interestingly, the moment they appeared, Remy moved his chair as far away as possible from them and immediately immersed himself in deep conversation with the scientist next to him. Before I could think on that, though, the elves approached me and the child. They both entirely ignored me, only having eyes for the tiny elf. This irritated me. Elf or Shade, Vardener or Imperial, there was something to be said for common courtesy!
“Hello child, I ask how is it you come to this land, and who you come to represent most of all.” The speaker was the raven-haired elf. The wolf one simply looked on in curiosity. The child scrambled to respond, finally blurting out a sentence in the ancient language. His name was Endorin, and he fled Ellesméra to… I lost interest. Endorin’s life story was of no interest to me, and no one was talking to me anyway. Instead, I watched as two more dragons and their Riders entered the Great Hall. That left only Murtagh and Thorn missing. One was the grey dragon Aviand, with his elf Rider David, on the Varden’s side. That was all I knew of them. The other pair was Aelyn and Kaldr, which brightened my mood somewhat. Though I was unsure of Kaldr and what he thought of me, Aelyn was a woman I both respected and admired. Unlike most of the stupid cows that ran rampant through Galbatorix’s palace, she had grace, courtesy, and she was always well-dressed. And, she hadn’t wasted her beauty on some pig of a nobleman. I always enjoyed speaking with her. She briefly glanced in my direction before seating herself at the Imperial table. I decided to go and greet her.
“I’m sure Endorin will enjoy you ladies’ company,” I said to the elves, rising from my seat. All three of them looked at me like they wanted to gut me. I resisted a shudder and grasped my skirts, dipping into a polite curtsy. “If you’ll excuse me...” “Leaving us so soon, Miss Serowë?” A pale hand gripped my shoulder, accompanied by a sultry voice with the slightest hint of acid in it. I didn’t have to look behind me to know that Malandra Ramakrishna was back. “Tut, tut. And where are we off to?” “I was going to speak with Lady Aelyn, Doctor,” I said as cordially as I could muster. “Pity. But I suppose it was a mistake on my part for letting you watch over the little one. It’s often difficult for children to warm up to a Shade. Well, then, off you go.”
She released me, and I felt the instinctive urge to run away. Politely excusing myself again, I stepped around the elves and tried to walk away as quickly as possible without making it look like I was fleeing. Surprisingly, I felt bad for leaving Endorin with that witch, but he had those two female elves with him. And self-preservation came first. My heels clicked rhythmically on the polished tile floor as I approached Aelyn and Kaldr. They both glanced up when I arrived. I gathered my skirts and curtsied a second time.
“A pleasure to see you again, Lady Aelyn. And you as well, Kaldr.”
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The city lords soon lost my interest, which was to be expected. Tábor, as always, was ogling me like I was a piece of grilled steak, while Lorana tried her best to be courteous while not commenting on my outfit. Poor woman, she had lost her beauty long ago, if she’d ever had any. Risthart was as distant as ever, but even he was showing interest in me. I would have to pay Teirm a visit sometime. But now, the curiosity of the elf child called to me. So, I graciously excused myself from the three lords and sauntered back towards my seat, enjoying the number of eyes that followed my every move.
I glanced curiously at the little gathering around the elf child. Pele’s back was to me, and from her posture, she was clearly bent on getting out of there as soon as possible. Two others had appeared, though, and both were the elves that had followed Nasuada into the meeting. One was tall, slender, and attractive as all elves were, but obviously was no match to my beauty, while the other was… I wasn’t quite sure. I’d heard of elves who made their appearances animalistic, but all I saw was a big shaggy monster. I allowed my trimmed dark eyebrows to briefly jump into my hair when I saw it. Both of them seemed interested in the child. A little too interested, frankly. He was babbling in the ancient language. I caught that his name was Endorin, and that he was here in order to escape his mother. He also wanted to fight for the ‘right’ side, although he didn’t seem too sure of what that was yet. I would be sure to tell him myself.
Abruptly, Pele stood up. “I’m sure Endorin will enjoy you ladies’ company. If you’ll excuse me…” She made to leave, but I immediately stood behind her, reaching up to place my hand on her right shoulder. She was very tall, maybe not so for an elf, but compared to my 5’4” she was a giant. “Leaving us so soon, Miss Serowë?” I smiled coldly at the instant tensing of her shoulders. “Tut, tut. And where are we off to?” “I was going to speak with Lady Aelyn, Doctor,” she said flatly. I sighed. “Pity. But I suppose it was a mistake on my part for letting you watch over the little one. It’s often difficult for children to warm up to a Shade. Well, then, off you go.”
I removed my hand, letting her excuse herself and take off. She made a beeline for Aelyn and Kaldr, the newest Imperial bonded pair. I hadn’t noticed their arrival. Glancing across the room, I saw that David and Aviand of the Varden had shown up as well. Well, now. We were almost all present. I lowered myself into the seat Pele had just vacated, leaning against the warm wood. I glanced at Endorin, who was staring at me hungrily. On closer inspection, he wasn’t as young as I thought he was, probably about to enter the elves’ version of puberty, if he hadn’t already. Then he was old enough to find me attractive. The female elf and the wolf thing, meanwhile, glared at me hatefully. Jealousy, obviously. Life simply wasn’t fair to some people, was it?
“Well, then, little Lord Endorin, allow me to introduce myself. I am Malandra Ramakrishna, Imperial scientist. But please, call me Malandra, there’s no need for you to resort to formality.” I held my hand out to him. Nervously, he took it and gave it the tiniest shake. “Shy, are we? Maybe Doctor Kamenwati will make you more comfortable.” I raised my chin to look past the two Vardeners and at Remy, who appeared to be in a deep, thoughtful conversation with another Twin Lamps scientist. I raised my hand and snapped my fingers. “Doctor Kamenwati? Yes, my darling, do come here. I have someone here that you might be interested in meeting…”
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The entire summit was proving to be somewhat of a huge emotional hassle for me, and it hadn’t even started yet. As the last members of the delegation arrived, I could see Nasuada, Tasia, and Tasalae glancing at me and then talking amongst themselves. They were chatting about me, obviously. I felt a sweat break out on my forehead, so I forced my attention to the doors again. Two more Dragon Riders arrived, one for the Varden, one for the Empire. David the elf along with Aviand, representing the Varden’s side, and Lady Aelyn with her dragon Kaldr. I’d met those two several times, and Aelyn seemed to be a respectable woman. Kaldr usually seemed interested in me. Despite their kindness, I tended to stay away from them- from all Riders, actually- due to the fact that dragons could sense Riders, including ex-Riders, and that was the last thing I needed. So, I made do with a polite nod of acknowledgement in their direction.
And the next thing I knew, Tasia and Tasalae were approaching the Imperial table. Assuming they were coming for me, I turned to Marduk Korra, a fellow Twin Lamps scientist, and promptly decided to instigate a deep, meaningful conversation.
“How about that weather?” was the first thing that came to mind, and I had to restrain myself from giving myself a good hard slap across the face. “Err… what?” Korra stared at me oddly. “It’s, um… lovely.
Tasia and Tasalae, however, went right past me without even looking in my direction. They were making for the little elf child that Pele had accosted. I allowed a tiny groan of relief to escape my lips. Korra looked at me curiously.
“Something bothering you?” “Just the meeting in general,” I sighed. “Ramakrishna’s expecting me to do a lot of talking. All those eyes on me…” I let my chin rest on the edge of the table. Korra’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Ahh. What with the… nightly missions you do. Well, don’t worry. I’m sure nobody will recognize you.” “It’s not that simple,” I grumbled. I honestly had no clue what to do about this plant blight, and many hopes were resting on the Twin Lamps. That added to the dangers of my cover being blown out the window was giving me a migraine.
Then, the good ol’ invisible Alagaësian gods decided to make things worse for me. A sharp snapping of fingers accompanied by the silky timber of Malandra Ramakrishna’s voice calling my name made my teeth clench. Reluctantly, I turned around to see her sitting in Pele’s spot. The Shade had disappeared. “Yes, my darling, do come here. I have someone here that you might be interested in meeting…”
Despite her cordial tone, it was obviously an order to go to her, and Galbatorix’s favourite scientist highly outranked a lowly spy. It was a huge effort to force myself to stand up, and then an even bigger one make my feet march over to Malandra. She folded her hands in her lap as I approached, smiling coyly. She took my arm and motioned to the elf child, who was sitting as low in his seat as possible. I didn’t blame him.
“Doctor Kamenwati, this is Endorin of Du Weldenvarden. Endorin, this is Remy Kamenwati, a scientist of the Twin Lamps.” “Charmed,” I said through clenched teeth. Malandra ignored me, and instead looked at Tasalae and Tasia with some curiosity. “And these two have yet to introduce themselves. You’ve spent some time in Surda, Remy. Do you know them?” “No,” I said immediately. “Hmm. Well, then. I am Malandra Ramakrishna.” She offered her hand. “You may have already heard of me. And your names are?”
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As I struggled to right myself, I saw Ramsey clenching the edge of the table with an iron grip, glaring across the room. The looks she was given ranged from shock to curiosity to disapproval. She was resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at them all. Despite being out of breath, I was amused. Frankly, Ramsey would be doing me and herself a favour if she killed me. We’d both die, we’d instigate physical fighting in the summit before it even got started, and we’d spend eternity in the afterlife squabbling with each other.
“I don’t believe killing your dragon will help you much. Many will still look up to you as royalty.”
Ramsey’s pale green gaze immediately turned its fury on the approaching Nasuada. She was probably coming to see the commotion. I heaved myself up into a sitting position, coughing out a pale ring of smoke. Before I could reply, Ramsey’s rage immediately clouded my mind. She couldn’t repress snapping back at Nasuada as she left.
“And ain’tcha a feckin’ ray o’ sunshine? Did I ask for yer bloody whiny-assed opinion, Miss Nasuada?” I hardly think it’s very wise to pepper Nasuada with insults, Ramsey, I said, briefly retreating from Sierthra and the two elves’ minds. “Ooh, I’ll treat her nice soon as she proves she ain’t a dipstick boozer like the rest o’ these arseholes.” Ramsey leaned back in her chair and placed her feet on the table, giving me a good view of the black heeled boots she’d insisted on wearing. I crawled onto one of them, lying down on her foot. I’m as… displeased about her decision for this meeting as you are. Still, you should respect your leader. Your captain, if you’d prefer. “She ain’t my captain. I had one o’ those, an’ no more.”
Suddenly, a presence brushed at my mind. It was friendly, though, not probing, and I immediately recognized the vast mind and intelligence, as well as the simple lack of humanity that pointed it out as a dragon. I let it in, and heard a deep voice say Greetings. I turned around, and noticed with a start that the final Vardener bonded pair had arrived- David and Aviand. Aelyn and Kaldr of the Empire had appeared, too, but they had distanced themselves from the Varden, sitting at the Imperial table with barriers around both of their minds. Interestingly, Ramsey’s mouth dropped open the moment she saw David, and recognition and memories filled her mind. Several months ago, she had apparently met these two along with a woman called Moiraine, and they had travelled to Aberon together. David looked somewhat awkward as he approached.
“Hello. I apologize if I am, erm, interrupting,” he said. I opened my mind to him as well. Not at all. “Not at all,” said Ramsey in a surprisingly cheery voice. “Nice ta meetcha again, David! You too, Aviand!” She abruptly leaned forward to grasp David’s hand, shaking it vigorously. Then she looked at Aviand, unsure of how to physically greet him, and settled for a hearty clap on the leg. “Very nice!” Charmed, was all I said. I’m assuming that you three all know each other?
Words;; 2573 Muse;; Rushed! Thoughts;; Meh. Could be better. And I KNOW I lied, it took me THREE days instead of one. But I blame my exams!!
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Post by Kite on Dec 8, 2009 22:42:01 GMT -5
Daran
*Daran watches the room as it suddenly fills to near capacity. He is slightly surprised when the dragons enter with their Riders, but thinks about how stupid of him it is. Its not like they are gonna accept the indignity of flying in place on the outside of the room, looking in.
That would be fairly rediculous... I'd like to see that scene before I die...
He shakes that thought off with a smirk, then continues to watch the room, engaging in People-Watching. He is mostly interested in the ordeal with the Elven Child. He watches the two elves, one the picture of elf-kind, the other in the form of a wolf, who came with Nasuada speak to the Shade and the Elf. They mostly ignore the Shade, which makes Daran laugh a little. That must chafe her mind to no end, and Daran thinks he notices her tense up a little.
Suddenly, the young elf speaks to them and the Shade loses interest, and so does Daran, almost. He watches as the Shade looks at one of the Riders who recently entered and the naked Malandra walk up to the group as the Shade leaves. He watches the Shade walk to the Rider and start to converse with her, then turns back to the drama around the child, though he was probably about a teenager in Human terms, and laughs at the way he is looking at her. Unrestrained enjoyment.
Thats teenagers for you... Can't believe they raise 'em this way now-a-days. Oh well, that would have been my reaction, if i hadn't known she was a crazy whore. Beautiful, but crazy and "free".
He laughs to himself once more, then looks around, finding his sister. She is looking slightly amused at the newest Varden Rider, who is being fairly rude and out there.*
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Ava
*Ava tilts her head and watches Nemo, who is doin a major screw up. But, hey, this isn't supposed to be who is the best politician, this is a place for the sides to meet and discuss the problem. As long as she helps out with that, Ava thinks that Nemo could gut a few "Lords" and "Ladies" of the Empire. They certainly weren't important at this place. She doesn't even bat an eye when she is rude to Nasuada. She smiles to Nemo as she shakes David's hand and slaps Aviand's leg, then speaks softly*
Well, Nemo, I do not wish to hold you back from speaking with any of your friends.
*She extends her hand to Nemo to shake hands with her, waiting on her reaction. Once Nemo reacts, she turns to Kyemen, bowing her head slightly and speaking to him in the ancient language.*
Kvertha, Shur'tugal...
*She knows that it is not the proper greeting, but she doesn't feel comfortable using that. She hasn't been among a large group of her own kind for a long while. She hopes that the man will not take offense to her greeting, and smiles at him softly, waiting for his response.*
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Post by zkjt on Dec 9, 2009 17:17:21 GMT -5
Hmm..I watched the woman in front of me delicately. She was definitely holding herself to some standard, ordering everyone about. Either that or she had just gotten used to the power, especially when it was for the Imperial. Galbatorix probably crooned over her. She was a beauty though. My eyes traveled up and down her body shamelessly, until I realized what was and looking down, I blushed furiously. I was aware of the woman addressing herself as a doctor. I glanced up and saw she was talking to a man, who was in fact talking to someone else. He got up and began to walk toward me with the doctor by his side.
I sat up straighter and listened as the woman introduced him. Remy Karmenwati, a scientist. He didn't seem happy to be in the presence of me, or the two ladies by me. I cocked my head at him curiously. I was aware of the shade leaving and when I looked up she was talking to a new rider who had appeared. They were imperial riders though. Aelyn and Kaldr, I though quietly. Two more pairs of riders had arrived. David and Aviand, and then there was Kyemen and Sierthra. I bowed my heads to them slightly as they passed before resuming listening to the conversation.
I was starting to grow bored. The doctor was talking with the scientist who was meekly trying to get away from the group. I stifled a yawn and looked around. Besides the outburst from Nemo and her near strangling of Ikehr, things had begun to mellow down. Until...Damn! The man I had knocked cold was furiously pointing at me and three guards were running over their hands on their swords. I watched them come making sure I allowed no emotion to slide over my face. "Stop elf-child!" One of the guards shouted. I glanced at him contemptuously. "Did I do something wrong?"I asked innocently. The guard looked at his companions for support but both were staring at their feet. "An Imperial Magician, whose name will not be mentioned, has accused you of knocking him out cold. Is this true?" He asked in a rush. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I watched the guard's face suddenly turn angry and he reached for his sword. His buddies did likewise and I prepared myself for the spell I would cast at them.
Islanzadi
Many months had gone into the preparation of my departure from Ellesmera. My advisers had of course, warned me against leaving but I knew I had to be present for the special meeting between the Varden and the Empire. Everything had been arranged, how I would get to Feinster and everything else. What I would wear, chosen by my assistants, and my guard especially. Half a dozen of the strongest elves would be accompanying me. Three, the strongest spellcasters, besides the twelve currently guarding Eragon, and the three finest swordsmen. Of course, I knew I was possibly one of the strongest spellcasters of the Elves but there really was no need to point this out.
After all the deliberation, I was ready to leave. But of course, another problem. The newest elf child, Endorin, was missing. His mother had personally told me. Now what to do. There were three elf children currently in Ellesmera, but both were older, wiser. Endorin was like a baby. Reckless, arrogant, and powerful. Those three traits don't go together. I sent a search party to look for him before leaving myself.
Getting to Feinster itself took a while. Of course we were not attacked, but we needed to constantly stop. No doubt Galbatorix himself, might come to challenge me. And finally, after a few weeks we were outside of Feinster. I quickly changed into a crimson red dress with intricate golden threads weaved into the fabric. My long black hair had been but ontop of my head into an elaborate mass of curls. Feather's from many different types of birds were adorned in my hair, and at my neck a necklace with jewels mined by Hrothgar himself. I inspected myself in the mirror before adding a few touches. There, ready to go.
My entrance into Feinster was..well spectacular. We went through the city gates, I and my six guards and strode through the city magnificently. Some people bowed, others hid, others showed outward dislike. No matter though. No reason for me to care what they thought. When I finally reached the castle, my guard and I went through the palace, following a stewardess who continued to stumble and stutter. Yet I, nor my guard laughed. Our faces were expressionless, just as they were when we entered the Hall. I admit, I was surprised. To great long tables were pushed to the sides. Light was coming in through large windows. I glanced around the room. Most of the people there were staring, dumbstruck. I glanced around the room. There were 3 pairs of dragon riders at the moment. Kyemen, and Sirthra, a fellow elf. I nodded in his direction but didn't bow. I didn't bow to anyone. Nemo and Ikehr were also there. I shot them a curious glance. I hadn't met them yet and I was interested. And then there was Aelyn and Kaldr. Empire Dragons. I nodded curtly in their direction and then continued to glance around the room.
Murtaugh and Thorn were missing, and I knew Galbatorix wasn't coming. The shade, Pele Serowe was there. I hardly bothered to look at her. Malandra, the Doctor was there speaking with two elves I recognized at once, Tasalae and Tasia. I was sickened by what the doctor was wearing. Men probably found her beautiful. I knew, however, that I far exceeded her beauty. An elf's beauty is nothing compared to that of a human. I glanced at back at Tasalae and Tasia and noticed something. Between them was:EndorinMy once expressionless face suddenly was replaced by shock. In a moment my face was normal but on the inside I was fuming. How had he gotten here? Before going to speak with him however I would first acknowledge others from the group.
Nasuada was here already. I nodded in her direction. I continued walking, but not toward Nasuada. I sat down on a chair on the Varden side and folded my legs carefully, and then awaited others to come to me. I knew they would soon. Humans would flock, I had no doubt there. None whatsoever.
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Post by Ashkii on Dec 9, 2009 21:37:20 GMT -5
OOC//: I'm sorry this took so long! And sorry about the awfulness. Bleh.
BIC//:
”It’s called being fashionably late, Thorn.”
He had been trying for the last thirty minutes to convince his dragon that they weren’t too late, or that showing up last was the proper way to make an entrance. But Thorn wasn’t listening to anything Murtagh had to say, and the dragon was not trying to hide his frustration. A growl escaped the beast’s maw and he turned to look at his rider and snorted, blasting smoke into Murtagh’s face. The young man coughed and flapped his arms, trying to get a fresh breath of air. He knew Thorn was mad, but really. Did the dragon have to act like such a child?
Once he could breathe properly, Murtagh returned the stare to his dragon. Thorn promptly turned away and resumed flying at his rigorous pace, causing Murtagh to grab one of his scales to steady himself. The rider sighed loudly and chose not to say anything to the beast. It would only make Thorn angrier. Though Murtagh knew Thorn didn’t fear what Galbatorix would do to him, the dragon did care what the king would do to Murtagh if he knew they were arriving at the meeting so late, and that was why Murtagh couldn’t bring himself to be mad at Thorn. Aelyn and Kaldr had left long before them, and though Thorn had asked his rider to leave the night before, Murtagh insisted they would be fine.
But now, running late, Murtagh knew he should have listened to his friend. There was nothing he could do about it now though, so he instead thought about what the meeting would entail. Crops were dying, and magic was only making it worse. What in the hell could a guy like him do? Scientists and major spell castors should be discussing the problem, not him! He had never grown crops in his life, and though he respected the hard work farmers did, Murtagh didn’t feel like he had to be at a meeting about it. Besides, he wasn’t good at speaking in front of large crowds of intelligent, rich, noblemen and women. He liked the spotlight, sure, but only on the battlefield where his sword could do the talking. No one had better expect him to stand and talk.
The only exciting thing was that he would get to see a lot of people he hadn’t been allowed to visit with before. Now that Galbatorix had him under his thumb, he had let the young rider’s leash go a bit further. Murtagh was amazed the king would let him so near Nasuada, and other people he had been friends with before. The rider’s stomach lurched as he thought of Eragon and he wondered if his brother would be at the gathering. Murtagh sorely hoped not.
'We’re here.'
[/b] Thorn’s gruff voice broke his thoughts and Murtagh looked down at the city, feeling a sense of déjà vu. It hadn’t been long since he had flown here to pick up Pele. With a smile, Murtagh wondered if the beautiful shade would be at the meeting. It was most likely she would be. His heart began to beat faster and he could feel Thorn’s mounting disgust and irritation. ’You think you would have picked up on the hint that she doesn’t like you very much.’[/b] Murtagh decided to ignore his companion - besides, this time he would be cool; he’d impress Pele or die trying - and instead readied himself for the upcoming landing. The loud thump that accompanied the grounding seemed extra thunderous this time and perhaps it was because of the dragon’s anger, because Thorn didn’t even dip down for his rider to get off easily. Instead he stood at his full height, impatiently drumming his claws against the ground. Murtagh let out another sigh and readied himself for his own impact, landing on the ground with ease despite the heavy armor he wore. Murtagh remembered with embarrassment his mission with Pele. She probably thought he was a huge klutz, what with the clanking armor. He brushed a few specks of dirt off of his boots before standing straight, staring down at the shining metal that covered his chest. This armor wasn’t particularly made for battle. It was more of a decoration, a statement. Galbatorix had insisted he wear the shining, golden armor, and Murtagh hadn’t argued. The armor had a red dragon painted on the front, with fire spewing from its maw. It was a representation of Thorn, or course, and the power the two had. Murtagh wished he could switch into his comfortable tunic and pants, but he decided they were late enough as it was. So, he quickly headed towards the entrance to the palace, ignoring the cries of alarm and shock, or the hated glares that were cast his way. Murtagh could feel Thorn walking close behind him, a constant growl softly vibrating through the dragon’s chest. As the pair reached the doors and entered, they were instantly aware at how silent the place seemed. The tension, even outside of the meeting hall, was so thick Murtagh could practically grab it. He took a deep breath and turned to Thorn, glad to see that his friend’s anger was slowly melting away. ”I’ll admit, I’m a bit nervous,”[/b] Murtagh sent the dragon, reaching out to lay a hand on his neck. Thorn answered with a deep hum, sharing his rider’s anxiety. This was the first time they would be in a room with so many people who weren’t just working for the empire. It was a bit nerve-racking. Knowing that he had Thorn by his side gave Murtagh a boost of courage and he began to take confident steps toward the large doors that held the meeting room. The guards asked for any weapons he had carried in, and with a shrug, Murtagh realized he had honestly brought none. With that, the doors were opened. There were so many there! Murtagh had realized the crops dying were a big deal, and that they needed important people to talk about it, but he hadn’t expected this many to show up. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, and he felt a rising panic surge through him. So many eyes turned to look at him and he looked down, not able to meet their gaze. ’Murtagh! Be proud of who and what you are! Quit looking away like a lowly servant. You’re embarrassing me, and yourself!'[/b] Thorn shouted, keeping his own head tall as he gazed about the room. Realizing the dragon was right, Murtagh forced himself to look up and face the questioning, hateful, awe filled, eyes that had turned his way. After a while, he realized that it wasn’t so bad and he actually enjoyed the attention somewhat. Smiling what he hoped was a confident and handsome grin, the rider took a few moments to look around and take everything in before he made his way to an empty seat. Many noblemen sat at the tables, talking quietly, not to mention scientists and powerful spell castors. It was a room of varying power and intellect, and the phrase ‘mixing pot’ came to mind. Murtagh continued to look around, noting elves – Islanzadi and an elf child in particular, which surprised Murtagh somewhat – and a certain shade he was happy to spot. There was even a beautiful woman he recognized as Doctor Malandra Ramakrishna - who had been present when Galbatorix had tortured him for his disobedience; that alone should have made him steer clear, but Murtagh had such a curiosity. The young man had to make a double take on that one, at first not recognizing that she was practically naked. As he continued to stare his smile grew until Thorn finally growled, tired of his rider’s animalistic thoughts. Mentally apologizing to his friend, Murtagh felt his already red face turn even redder when he noticed that there were even more dragons and riders than he had believed there would be. There were five dragons all together. Murtagh felt his mouth open slightly in amazement, and he looked around for Eragon, expecting his brother to be there too. Thankfully he wasn’t, and Murtagh let out a sigh of relief. ’The Varden have a very young rider on their side. Her dragon is no more than a hatchling,’[/b] Thorn noted, and Murtagh could tell that he was happy to see a young dragon. Murtagh took more time studying the rider, finding her outfit to be strange, but fitting at the same time. It had been a long while since he had seen a woman who wasn’t a girly-girl, and she made him curious. It wasn’t as if she was ugly either. In fact, he found her to be rather attractive despite her boyish features. Not that she could measure up to the doctor… Thorn nudged him and Murtagh remembered that he had been standing like a slack jawed idiot for too long. Without further ado he quickly found an open seat on the imperial side and headed that way, nodding at each rider he passed, whether they returned the greeting or not. He sat down heavily, feeling the nervous butterflies in his stomach start again. The murmuring that had stopped for a brief moment continued and the stares slowly faded away. Murtagh smiled as Thorn settled down close to him. Without realizing it, the young man found his eyes returning to three people in the room: Nemo and her young dragon, Pele, and the doctor. It was no secret he felt lust for Pele or the gorgeous doctor - and he was still curious about the new rider. It was pathetic, and he would never admit it to anyone, but Murtagh was a virgin. Though he knew all about the female body and had heard plenty of stories, he had never had the pleasure of bedding a woman. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t. Many noblewomen wanted to sleep with a powerful rider, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Nerves always got the better of him. What if he just wasn’t good enough? He quickly stopped thinking that way when Thorn began to laugh. Murtagh glared up at the beast, realizing he sometimes hated the bond they shared. So, to ease his embarrassment and trying to ignore the dragon…and his other female distractions, Murtagh mentally sent his thoughts Nemo’s way. ”Hello,”[/b] he mentally sent, cautious, knowing she could see him as a threat. As she slowly slid her barriers down enough for him to continue speaking, they made eye contact across the room, and he couldn’t help but admire the fire in her eyes. ”I wanted to tell you that I really like what you’re wearing.”[/b] Murtagh saw her eyes flash with a sudden fury and he quickly continued, knowing that if he didn’t do some damage control he may start a fight. ”You don’t try to be someone you’re not, is what I mean. You don’t put on a dress and act like a sissy to impress others. I respect that.”[/b] He grit his teeth, wondering what she’d say. She didn’t seem like the type of woman who would take what he said lightly. Thorn’s continuing laughter didn’t help either. [/sup][/center]
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Post by .::Thorn::. on Dec 10, 2009 0:17:24 GMT -5
Late. Thorn had warned his Rider about being late for this meeting. He had told his Rider that they should have left the night before, But Murtagh didn't want to be bothered leaving that early, He had also warned his Rider that it might take some time to get his armor on before they left but he didn't seem to be too worried about it. "Next time we have to do something important like this I am going to drag you to wherever we need to be a week and a half earlier." The dragon fumed at his Rider "If the King take his anger out on you for this I am not helping you." As the red beast flew to Feinster he thought of what the King might do to his Rider for being so late. Thought Murtagh had been trying to convince the dragon that they weren't that late but as he landed in the courtyard of the castle and the pair made their way into the meeting hall he saw the eyes of all who were there turn and look angrily at them. He saw Malandra sitting there, almost completely nude and that is of course where Murtagh's eyes fell first, until that was Thorn nudged him out of his gaze. He spotted Kaldr and addressed him directly. "Greetings Kaldr. If you would be so kind as to fill me in on what has taken place so far" He inquired to the only other attending Imperial dragon. He and Kaldr had spent some time together but he had never really gotten to know the other dragon. He wished to do so but never seemed to be able to find time.
He spoke to his Rider next as Murtagh's thoughts of women returned. "You know the focus of this meeting is to deal with the crop problem. Not to deal with your sexual inadequacies" He said jokingly, knowing it would get a small rise out of his companion. He settled himself behind his Riders seat and as his crouched down the black steel plates of his ceremonial armor clanged against the ground. He quickly surveyed the room and spotted the small form of a hatchling dragon, He reached into the mind of the small creature and spoke gently. Greetings Skulblaka. I am Thorn. What is your name young one?"
OOC: Wow this sucks.
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