We Werent Born To Follow (open)

[Elanzaros]

The start of a brand new era is a strangely peculiar thing. Many people see it as a marking, an event that can be remember for all eternity and sighted as something of a point in time that can be looked back on in glory and triumph. Believe me when I tell you however that it really isn’t. There are no fanfares, no smiles, and no crowds of people chanting your name as you make a new start in life. Nothing, just you and your own mind, trying to fight it out with yourself to get back in the game. Life is a game. Many people have already said it before but it really is, admittedly the rules are rather relaxed and cheating is often encouraged but it is at the end of the day the biggest game of all. Elaniver knew this. He knew only too well about life. Well, most of it, he couldn’t say that he had lived enough to know it completely but he knew his bit and that was good enough. He knew that he was a war hero. He knew that translated meant that he was a killer and a damn good one, but he hated it. He hated the fact that the thing he was best at had to involve someone else having something cut off. But he couldn’t help it. He was good, but far from safe, confrontational and stubborn, it was in his genes and as much as Elaniver hated it you couldn’t control your genes. They’re like Milwall supporters in Benidaum.

He sat on the riverbank with his feet dangling in the water, his shirt as usual was missing and his hammer was beside him as though hoping to be given a treat by the master it was so loyal to. He patted the weapon absent-mindedly; the Dwarves had done a seriously good job for him there. They hadn’t one much more for him though; he had never bothered with other cultures and couldn’t see why he should bother with theirs. When the Varden had been staying with the Dwarves he had no desire to oblige them with any more respect than thanks. He did not want to join a tribe, show favourites, or show any sort of affection to the mad house of backstabbing bigamists. But, they had made him his favourite weapon all that time ago and it remained by his side, following him around like the most dangerous dog you could ever imagine.

Elaniver’s eyes drooped out of boredom. It was a strange day; he had been pondering his way through it so far, should he go back? He hadn’t really seen the point in going back. His wife had disappeared along with his son, he was being wasted in the Varden and he simply couldn’t see the point in returning just to fight some bald headed dark rider. The Varden had their own riders after all; it didn’t seem too vital for him to be there. He had spotted scouts though, looking for him, he knew they were looking for him due to the fact that they made such an effort to chase him back again. He also knew how much they seemed to want hi back given that they seemed to be very keen with their nets. But Elaniver was adamant. His decision, not there’s, not Nasuada’s, not Galbatorix’s, his.


(((i beg forgiveness for the utterly abysmal work but i am a bit rusty )))

[Lady Nayeli]

Assassin Shayna
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The hand hit the ground, the sword going deep into the dirt beside it as it went to grip nothing, trembling, and then... Motionless... Lifeless and beside the sword that had slain it to nothing but a mound of flesh and blood. I smiled down at the dead soldier, looking into the eyes of fear and distance. I was a good assassin, this soldier I had been watching as it went from empire, spoke to his superior, gotten the mission to be a spy and was now lying dead before me... It had only taken two hours to following it him until I was sure I could kill him without a major problem...

One problem with new kids in the Military was that they were too stupid and a pretty woman catching there eyes would cause them to get off the trail... Like this young man before me. I grabbed my sword, pulling it from the ground and replacing it in the sheath before I let out a high whistle, calling out to the black frisian stallion, Saxon... My beautiful stallion moved from around the trees and towards me, his gait was perfect, well, at least in my opinion and I knew that just back down the trail was the large bay draft horse, Zeev, waiting for me to come and retrieve him from where he was standing. I knew better then to have two horses with me, but I needed him to carry some of the load.

I mounted the horse, hooking the sheath of the sword to the saddle, checking my bow and arrows that I had hooked on only a few hours ago after a rabbit hunt and then checked my two hidden daggers that were on my arms, both strapped at my wrist with easy access under my gloves. "Come on Saxon, let's move." He turned towards Zeev and I felt him take into a strong lope, his body moving smoothly and then I saw the large bay stallion, standing there waiting for me. "Hey Zeev, have you been a good boy?" He snorted and I looked at him for a moment. He seemed a little distracted, but I just pulled him, moving on down the trail until I saw something. A man, shirtless, very handsome, sitting next to the river. I was not always nice, but I knew how to somewhat civil.

I moved forward, not to close, but close enough, pulling my cloak of the hood over my face and dismounting the stallion, allowing him to take a drink. "Drink now boys, after this it might be a while until we stop."

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[Elanzaros]

Elaniver listened closely, this new woman couldn’t be far down the river, if Elaniver could hear her twittering on to her horses then she must have been close by. Elaniver never really understood the point in people talking to their horses, they did what they were told and trained to do and didn’t exactly respond with an intelligent source of conversation. He had heard people get rather angry at him for this view, the number of times he had people positively shout at him that their horse wasn’t stupid was insurmountable. He usually responded with exactly the same words for each one of them, namely, ‘well, if your idea of a good conversation involves the word ‘nay’ then you should get out a bit more often’. Fortunately though it was only stable boys who ever seemed to get truly riled by Elanivers lack of communication with horses other than the occasional ‘whoa back’.

He got to his feet with a resigned sigh, picking his war hammer up from the ground as he rose up to his full height. He wasn’t up for all of this, ninja stuff that the natives were particularly into. He just could see the point in pirouetting to kick someone when you could just flaw them, fortunately he had the build to get away with this kind of behaviour. He let his hammer fall towards the floor until he grabbed on tight again, preparing to swing the heavy lump of Dwarven made metal at anything that looked as though it might try to jap pointy things at him. He didn’t like those types of people, there was something very out of order about jabbing pointy objects. Daggers especially, very sneaky and snide, just like the prepubescent youth of today’s new recruits to do. What was wrong with saying hello to the person you were about to kill first? Why did it always have to be jabbing?

He didn’t know if the woman had glanced at him or even acknowledged his presence. He didn’t much care either, he didn’t know what side she was on yet, that annoyed him. He hated it when he had to actually find things out, it was one of those things he simply couldn’t be bothered with. Elaniver was in essence a lazy person trapped in the body of a do-gooder. Half the time he couldn’t see what people were moaning about, damaged crops were hardly the end of the world, leaving your home wasn’t something that figured high on his pitiful list either, after all, humans could make a home wherever they fancied nowadays.

“I doubt he’ll talk back.” He said cautiously so the woman could hear, still griping his hammer but looking quite relaxed.

[Lady Nayeli]

I knew horses never talked back, but it was always good just to know that horses were very smart creatures, they knew what people felt and even though animals. If they felt your hurt, well, they hurt and Saxon was a prime example of a smart horse, as was Zeev. I just like to speak to the horses, it gave me some kind of calmness, I did not know why, but it just did. I knew how smart they were, the look in their eyes made me know just how smart they were. "Easy Saxon, no need to drink that much at once, it will cause you to get sick."

[/color] I jerked slightly on the reins that I held him by and caused him to lift his head way over my own. I smiled up at him and stroked his neck, allowing him to put it back down.

I was trying to leave the guy alone not far away, just wanted to get the water they needed and water for myself. I touched Zeev's shoulder and then slide it over his body, telling him where I was and then pulling off five water skins, filling them full of water from the river and tying them around the hooks that they were originally on. Saxon lifted his head rather abruptly and I turned my head as I saw the guy standing not far away. I heard the sigh, I guess I was closer then I realized and I noticed just how tall he was... Then I saw the hammer. I touched my sword on my hip, my two daggers, both hidden on my forearms and under my cloak. "Easy Boy, no need to get tense, you'll just hurt yourself." I shook his head, causing his black mane to hit my hand slightly and then drank more water.

The man could do some serious damage to me, but I was a good fighter, I knew my moves and I was small enough to move around him with ease. I kept my eye on him for a moment, how his grip tighten on his hammer as it hit the ground and then he brought it up, in case something were to happen. I was skilled with a dagger, already knew where my target would be on him and that would be one dagger going to his chest and then right after one to the head. It never failed to happen and they always seemed to hit. I was not like many of those assassins who thought that killing in silence was good, I enjoyed tricking my targets, it was much more fun.

He came over towards me, I could see him out of the corner of my eye and Saxon seemed to get just a little closer to me with each step. I did not like him coming towards me, not when I did not know what side he was one. Varden or Empire... If he was on the Empire, he was as good as dead to me, I would kill him, I would not let him live... I did not have anything to lose, I had no home, I had nothing but the horses and the stuff on their own backs. “I doubt he’ll talk back.” I looked at him and stroked the horses neck for a moment, looking over his back and then coming under Saxon's own neck.

"Don't expect a answer, horses don't have to answer, just be here, that is all." I said, patting Saxon's shoulder before I looked at him, my ice blue eyes looked into his rather black one. "Did you need something? Water Skin?"[/color] She was just asking, honestly, she just wanted to find out who he was without coming right out and saying it.
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