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Post by andowen on Sept 30, 2008 22:31:46 GMT -5
Murtagh and Thorn flew low over the city walls of Uru'baen. Neither of them spoke to each other, for both were lost in thoughts of their own. It wasn't until Thorn started to circle around a courtyard looking for a place to land that Murtagh spoke to him. Just crush the cart, if they still wont move them then its their own fault. He was referring to a trader who continued to set up shop in the courtyard Thorn usually landed in. At his words, Thorn lifted his wings to let the air out from under them and dropped 20 feet right on top of the cart. The trader let out a cry or shock and jumped back just in time. Thorn bent his legs to absorb the impact and Murtagh slowly climbed down off his back. As he undid the saddle he said to the trader. "You were warned three times old man. Perhaps you can take your wares to another part of the castle, or at least what is left of them." Murtagh smiled to himself.
Thorn rolled his massive shoulders and stretched out his neck and what was left of his tail. Murtagh motioned for a runner boy to take the saddle and bags to his room. "And then go to the King, tell him I have returned and am awaiting his next orders." Murtagh told the boy. Looking around the courtyard he noticed all the people either averted their eyes or scurried away when he looked at them. It didn't bother him at all, he just wished they weren't so quick to judge. Lets hope we don't have to be here too long. The people here are annoying. Thorn said to Murtagh as he lay down and put his head on the ground. Murtagh stretched his arms out then put his hands on the back of his head. I am of the same opinion my friend. He said to the dragon.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 1, 2008 11:28:05 GMT -5
OOC: love the title. lol.
Marola stood just inside the courtyard, watching unimpressed as Thorn landed atop the cart. Actually, she was watching Murtagh. The man who was her half-brother. He didn't know it. She herself hadn't even known until the red dragon egg hatched for him and it was declared that Morzan's son was a Rider.
Morzan's son. The thought was still too weird for her. She spent all her life believing that she was her father's only child. He had never said anything to her about it.
Marola sighed. She couldn't expect to have known all her father's secrets, of course, but she at least wished she knew who all her relatives were. She reached out her mind to Rauthr.
Maybe it's time to let Murtagh know that he has an older sister, huh? she said to him.
Just be careful, Rola. You never know how he might react to the news. Marola mentally nodded and approached Murtagh.
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Post by andowen on Oct 2, 2008 3:13:08 GMT -5
OOC: thanks, I thought I would steal Rorans quote haha
Murtagh stood gazing at the bright blue sky, thinking about nothing really, just enjoying the moment. Murtagh, a girl is coming toward us. Thorn said to his rider. Murtagh looked around a spotted the girl walking straight for him. She had the reddest of hair, except for the black streak running down it. Murtagh lifted an eyebrow and lowered his arms. He turned toward her and when she was close enough he spoke. "Can I help you?" He asked, not too kindly. He could see that the girl was older than him, but not my much.
Thorn lifted his head off the ground and studied the girl for a moment then returned to his dozing. She is a rider. He stated simply. Murtagh frowned at the news, the last thing he wanted was a rider telling him how much better they were than him, or how much more deserving they were. He let out a sigh and waited for the girl to speak.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 2, 2008 10:39:25 GMT -5
Marola just stood there, studying Murtagh for a few minutes. She had never really seen him before, so she used this oppotunity to compare him with her father. She was amzed by the simlarity between them. It almost made her wish she looked more like her father.
Finally, she asked, "Are you really Morzan's son?"
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Post by andowen on Oct 5, 2008 21:07:50 GMT -5
Murtagh blinked three times, one after the other and just looked at the girl. He was taken back by her question. "I am." He replied to her. Murtaghs mind started to race, why would anyone question his heritage? Almost everyone in the Empire had accepted the fact of who he is without question. "What is it to you?" he asked her, not unkindly, for he truly wanted to know, but he wasn't being overly nice to her.
Thorn inhaled deeply and let his breath out with a puff of smoke and trail of flame. He then contented himself with cleaning his from claws with his tongue.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 5, 2008 21:14:32 GMT -5
Marola looked Murtagh over a few minutes more. Then a mischievous smile crossed her face.
"All these years, and I never knew I had a brother," she said, crossing her arms as she awaited his reaction.
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Post by andowen on Oct 7, 2008 21:43:50 GMT -5
Murtagh looked at the girl for a moment the burst into laughter. Every time he tried to stop and look at the girl he would laugh even harder. After a few minutes he finally stood up straight, and still smiling he said. "I have heard some good ones in my time. But this tops them all I think. Sorry girly, but I only have one brother, and thats Eragon. Do you really expect me to believe that Morzan had a daughter? Please." Murtagh continued to chuckle. These people are getting more and more crazy I think. Murtagh said to Thorn. Thorn just looked at the girl and continued cleaning. If you say so. Thorn replied. "How is it, that you think you are my sister?" Murtagh asked, trying hard not to laugh again.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 7, 2008 21:53:58 GMT -5
Marola raised an eyebrow at Murtagh's laughter, waiting for him to finish.
"Because," she replied, "eka eddyr du dautr abr Morzan. Morzan was my father, though we are not of the same mother. I was raised in Gil'ead, at my father's mansion there, which explains why we never met, nor knew about each other."
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Post by andowen on Oct 7, 2008 22:01:51 GMT -5
Murtaghs laughter stopped and the smile fell from his face. He took a step back from the girl and looked around the courtyard to see if anyone was listening in. Thorn mearly blinked and continued cleaning. Can she be lying? Murtagh asked Thorn. Do you really have to ask me? Thorn said. "What is your name?" Murtagh asked the girl. He looked at her properly now. Taking in everything about her. After a few minutes he asked her. "Who is your mother then?"
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Post by Tismri on Oct 7, 2008 22:09:28 GMT -5
"My name is Marola," she told him, "and my mother was an elf named Gloriana. That is just about all I know of her, though, as she died in childbirth. And all I know about yours is that she was who my father referred to as his 'Black Hand.'" She observed him closely even as he did her. Like two wild animals meeting for the first time. She noticed the red sword by Murtagh's side. She recognized it immediately. Her father had sparred her with it many times while she was growing up. She swore.
"Where the h*ll did you get that?!" she said, envy rising in her.
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Post by andowen on Oct 7, 2008 22:18:23 GMT -5
"So your half elf" Murtagh asked Marola. For some reason, Murtagh just couldn't picture Morzan ever being with an elf, nor any elf wanting to be with him. "I wouldn't know any more of my mother than you do. I never got to see her growing up, only every few months, when Morzan would let her." Murtagh looked at Zar'roc then back at Marola. He put his hand on Zar'roc's hilt. " I took it, from my little brother. Or should I say our little brother?" Murtagh said with a sneer. " Its mine, by right of inheritance." He said in a challenging voice, as if daring Marola to question his inheritance.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 7, 2008 22:27:45 GMT -5
Marola glared at the mention of Eragon.
"That rebel is no relation of mine!" she declared, then reverted her attention back to the sword.
"And why would it not have come to me? I am the Eldest of Morzan's children; it should be mine. However..." she paused for a second. "I will let you keep it--it probably wouldn't be the best size and weight for me anyway--if you will just let me hold it for a moment. I have not laid eyes on my father's blade since I watched Brom steal it from him as he lay dying." She returned Murtagh's gaze, daring him to defy her request.
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Post by andowen on Oct 7, 2008 22:38:56 GMT -5
Murtagh raised an eyebrow at Marola's request. "Why should this sword go to you? You may be Morzan's eldest, but you are not his oldest son. That title goes to me." Thorn stood up suddenly and made his way over to Murtagh. He stood beside him and lowered his head till he was eye to eye with Marola. After a few minutes he pulled his head away. There is no doubt this is your sister. But don't be foolish enough to let her hold Zar'roc. Thorn said to Murtagh. Murtagh was surprised by Thorns statement. Why not, you are here, its not like she is going to get far if she tries to take it. There is no way she can fight the two of us. Murtagh said to the dragon. Suite yourself. Thorn said. Murtagh returned his attention to Marola. He took Zar'roc out of its hilt and held it to Marola, blade first.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 8, 2008 0:12:27 GMT -5
Marola stared directly into the eyes of the red dragon, Thorn. She spoke with him through her mind.
You look so much like my father's dragon, did you know that? she told him. It's a pity I cannot tell you what his name was. Rauthr flew into the courtyard, making even more people scatter to avoid getting crushed and making the courtyard very cramped. The green dragon settled down next to Marola and looked over Thorn as Marola returned her attention to Murtagh. He held out Zar'roc to her, blade first. She touched the flat of the blade reverently, memories of her father rushing back. She smiled, but it quickly disappeared.
"For over sixteen years I waited to see this weapon again. I trained as an assassin, all the while working to avenge my father. I am the one who has vowed to avenge him, and I would have taken back this sword as proof that I had slain my father's killer. Those drajl Ra'zac got to him first, it seems." She took her hand off the blade and looked back into Murtagh's eyes.
"Now my life is dedicated to undoing what Brom created. I shall help destroy the Varden, if I do not destroy them single-handedly. And I shall kill Eragon. Of this, I have no doubt; for he traveled with Brom and learned from him. That boy shall die, as will his dragon. Only then shall I avenge our father."
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Post by andowen on Oct 9, 2008 20:38:40 GMT -5
Murtagh lowered his eyes. "You speak so passionitly about revenge and so forth, is not what Brom was doing just as worthy a cause?" Murtagh asked Marola. Murtagh sheathed Zar'roc and looked at Marola. "This sword is as much of a curse as it is a gift to me. It may bring back fond memories for you, but for me..." Murtagh sighed. He looked off into the distance, lost in thought for a moment. He then looked back to Marola with a stony expression. "I'm sorry Marola, I cannot, and will not, allow you to kill my brother. So long as I am alive, you shall have me to answer to. Do what you will to the Varden, but for your sake, do not even try to harm Eragon." Murtagh told her in a stern voice. He looked up as a green dragon approached and landed next to Marola. He did not greet the dragon, mearly looked at it, sizing it up.
Thorn looked at Marola and then at the green dragon. A deep rumble emited from his chest. I am nothing like your fathers dragon. Thorn said so that everyone could hear. Oath breaker. He said snapping is jaw. The rumble from his chest seemed to go on long after he stopped. We do not need to get into a fight here and now dear friend. She is still my family after all. Murtagh said to Thorn. Saying it sounded so strange to him. And the thought of having a sister bound to the Empire made Murtagh hate the King even more.
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