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Post by //|:Crim~Harrowmont:|\\ on Sept 3, 2010 7:16:32 GMT -5
Eragon stood, on the crest of a hill, the valley and town or Reavestone spread afore him like a map to a cartographer. the plains and the grasses looked weak and pale. the bright sunset sky lit the ground with dances of color. in the east one could see the distant fires of the lands. his brown hair snapped in the wind, some loose debris from the path he had just ascended to this wide plateua whisked away from his hair. the wind snapped at his tunic and breeches with invisible hands. the birds chirped as they were happy for the day was ending. his mind reached out around him. the center of the universe of little lights that were the others existance. he had forsaken eating "rabbit food" as Saphira called it, at least for a time. until the war was over, it would be difficult when few humans and dwarves did not partake of only plants. so for convience he had decided to resume eating meat but only sparsely. he had learned to make faelnirv and as such that sufficed him. his right hand, sillohoutted against the setting sun that bisected the distant horizion dropped and carressed the leather that held his sword. Brisngr. his fingers ran weird patterns of the sheath, feeling its raw beauty, its raw power. his fingers moved slowly, rising. soon they carressed the hilt and as he did he drew the sword. with the authority of A rider of the Varden. He was happy there were new riders. some more powerful than he. some less. his skill in magic was showing its self adequate among the newest of his order. but his sword play was still excelled. his archery among the finest. he had heard whispers of an young elf that boasted he was the finest shot in all the land. Eragon grinned, it would be fun to find this elf. then challenge him. suddenly Eragon felt another presence tough his own mind. one open yet not open to the surroundings. twas a rider, they shared the same half forgotten melody running through their thoughts. the touch of a dragon that makes the song of ones life soar to newest hights. he turned and greeted whomever it was in the manner of the elves. bowing deeply he whispered "funny to see you here brother in the path of dragons" EDIT  |
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Sept 10, 2010 23:10:44 GMT -5
I had ventured too far south in my adventure to try and figure things out. How could I get as far south as Reavestone, but at least I did not have to ride the horses any more, this was one of my first flights with Osiris and it was perfect. Pylar was on the ground and we were heading back north, not because we wanted to, but because of that fact that we were empire rider and dragon, even if we did not want to be a part of the anymore. Pylar had taught me so much during these months of being away from the empire and other dragons… I could remember the words that he spoke to me in the ancient language the first time.
”Nayeli, I have to land… I am still young and I am growing tired.”
[/color] I looked down at the black scales that were under my body and I patted his side and nodded. He started down slowly, careful not to go to fast or too slow. We were heading towards the trees and I made contact with Pylar to show him where we were going. As I broke the connection something else touched my mind and even Osiris was surprised by it. ”Another rider?”[/color] I was not completely surprised, but it was not hostile and it was welcoming. Osiris was slightly worried to make a connection with them, but I touched his scales. I still wore the black assassin outfit I felt comfortable in, but my hair was down, only held some back to keep it out of my eyes, but it flowed around my shoulders and touched the middle of my back. It was straighter then I would have thought, but I realized that I liked the feeling of it being free. ”Funny to see you here, brother, in the path of dragons.” I smiled slightly and touched Osiris who searched the land and then saw him in on the hill. We landed about fifty yards away from him and I jumped from Osiris, who was not about the size of a elephant or bigger. ”Well… I would not say brother…”[/color] I was still wary and I looked into the ice blue eyes of my brother, the ice blue eyes that were said to be unique about Osiris. He was a black dragon, but his eyes were like mine, there were ice blue. My jet black hair was caught by the wind and twisted around my neck before it slide behind my face and cleared my face of everything. I heard horses and I turned my eyes to see the brown draft horse and the black war horse. Upon the brown was the elf, his black hair tied back into his pony tail and his pointed ears showed as he looked at the man upon the hill. He dismounted the horse and bowed down towards the rider. ”Mighty Dragonrider.”[/color] He spoke English, not in the ancient language.[/blockquote] Word Count: 0.494 Tagged: Eragon Bromson Comments: ^_^ Status: Not Done [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by kanoinazuma17 on Sept 28, 2010 15:00:19 GMT -5
(a simple question, is this open, or is it a closed roleplay?)
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Post by //|:Crim~Harrowmont:|\\ on Sept 30, 2010 11:52:36 GMT -5
open since this thread is taking forever
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Post by kanoinazuma17 on Sept 30, 2010 12:53:23 GMT -5
Kano had wanted to take a trip down to Reavestone for a while now. The operation in Tierm had gone well enough that he didn't get caught, and he managed to hijack a small cruising yacht to take down to Feinster, and from there traveling south to Aberon. Food meant nothing to Kano, but he had to stock up just to feed his new, smaller passenger. In Aberon, Kano had been chosen as a new rider, something that Kano was happy, but a bit bewildered by at first.
He smiled as he approached the hill that stood overlooking the valley, “Almost there, Ignis.” He said as he was cresting the ridge that protected it, when he noticed an older male standing not too far from the top of the hill, looking down at the city. Kano was silent as he came up the hill, knowing that this man would probably have seen him coming from quite a distance, and so he didn't introduce himself, at least not yet. Introductions were arbitrary anyways, why do it when you knew the person might be a complete arse to you in the end? Simply put, manners. Manners were apparently what counted nowadays. Then again, the Empire didn’t seem to think so highly of them. Kano remembered when he had been inside the Empire. They had been celebrating a rather odd holiday in honor of the Empire’s greatness. It made him laugh. He had been in a tavern when a man had proposed a toast to the empire, and Kano hadn’t been the only one who didn’t. Three of the men, obviously much bigger than he, confronted him, including the man that proposed the toast, and challenged him to a fight. Kano remembered it clearly, he remembered saying that it wasn’t fair, and that they’d need to get five more men over to join in. Needless to say the fight that ensued was just a blur of drunken fists and loud yelps as Kano dead legged them and fled out the door.
He saw another person there as well, and he stayed off to the side before continuing on his way down the path all the way towards Reavestone. If he was lucky, he wouldn't be spotted just yet. But then again, the small white dragon hatchling resting on top of his bag would have been a big freebie for the riders on the hill. However, his luck was not to be. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an elf there. His situation was much worse now, the elf complicated things further were he to be spotted. But as far as he cared, it was too late.
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