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Post by Max452 on Nov 20, 2008 21:36:33 GMT -5
Einar and Stigandr smirked to each other, wondering if their bond will develop to the point where they too could finish each others thoughts and sentences.
Stigandr rose and looked at their injured friend before taking off. Rest now. Einar will protect you. He said simply and turned back to Ismrolde. Aye. It is this way. He tensed his hind legs as he flew into the air and headed northwest.
Einar handed Tismri a bowl of stew. "You have not been in Algeasia for a long time. If you do not mind my asking, but how old are you? I can sense great power from you...one that could rival the King of the Empire."
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Post by Tismri on Nov 20, 2008 21:52:46 GMT -5
Ismrolde waited until Stigandr was in the air, then lifted her own enormous body out of the nest of fallen trees she had made and took to the skies. She followed after the smaller silver dragon.
Tismri watched her go, smiling at the sight. Only after they were out of sight did she turned her face back to Einar and answer his question.
"I have been in Alagaesia longer than you know, though we have only recently returned. I am four years shy of my five hundredth year of walking the land, and Ismrolde is only five years younger than I." She said this without any pride of her age, or sorrow, or any kind of emotion. She simply stated the fact.
OOC: now it would be really weird if she and Tyr met. lol, his flirtations would have no effect on her whatsoever, and that would no doubt frustrate him in a way. lol
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Post by Max452 on Nov 20, 2008 22:05:14 GMT -5
Einar listened carefully as Tismri stated her age. "You battled in the Fall?" His eyes sparkled upon learning this fact. "You know of the King's treachery and rise to power?" He began to be flooded with emotions. "You allowed him to take power!?" His voice rose as his thought process began to buzz.
She allowed Galbatorix to take reign...allowed all the pain and suffering to emerge....allowed Gianna to suffer! His eyes blazed at the thought.
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Post by linea on Nov 21, 2008 0:04:46 GMT -5
Salian ate silently, listening to the conversation, gathering information. A rider before the fall? he mused. Older than even Galbatorix. He'd heard the rumors, but paid them little heed.
Now he had to put those thoughts deep into his mind. Torlynden neared. The dragon's mind was blocked by a constant swirl of darkness that few things could penetrate.
With an earth-shattering roar, Torlynden made his presence known. A long red flame flickered overhead and the massive form appeared, glittering in the light of the fires, the stars, and the moon. He landed in the space that Ismrolde occupied a short time before.
Salian immediately stood and walked to him, making it clear he was fine. He walked right up to his snout and touched the warm, hard scales. "I am fine," he murmured.
Torlynden blew gently on him, then turned his eyes to Tismri. Power. Old. She must be eliminated, he said as one would comment on the weather.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 21, 2008 0:11:49 GMT -5
Einar was too busy fuming at his own thoughts to really pay any attention to another Dragon. It was when Salian got up and greeted him that he finally took notice. He was still fuming and therefore returned his attention back to Tismri.
"Why did you leave this land in the hands of a monster?" He sneered, but his voice hinted towards a hidden pain.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 21, 2008 13:52:51 GMT -5
Tismri felt anger rising at the accusations Einar was laying upon her.
"Hatchling, you need to learn to think before you speak! I was not here where the madman came to power. I was on a mission given to me by Vrael, which took me far away north. Ismrolde and I were gone a full two centuries before we even had an opportunity to return. By then, the entire land had gone through the chaos. Do you think I would still be living today had I been here to fight? Either I or Galbatorix would be dead, for I would never have allowed him to destroy my home while I still had breath in me!" After that quick outburst, Tismri regained control over her emotions. Ismrolde sent her concern over their connection, and Tismri was grateful for that. After she finished, she turned her eyes to the grey dragon that had landed there. She sensed dark whirling thoughts through his mind. He was a large dragon, larger than most living at the time, though he was still small in comparison to Ismrolde. She stood and faced him. As she had done with Stigandr, she placed her first two fingers on her lips saying, "Atra esterni ono thelduin, skulblaka."
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Post by linea on Nov 21, 2008 18:39:34 GMT -5
Torlynden snorted at the ancient-two-legs-with-pointed-ears. I am Torlynden, he told her in the Ancient Language, the dark thoughts abating at the use of the Ancient language. Well met, Rider.
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Salian tried hard not to stare at his ferocious dragon's sudden use of some etiquette. One gray eye turned to him while Torl admonished him for his own lack of decorum. Salian bowed in the manner of men. "I am Salian, Rider of Torlynden, and ---" He cut himself off before saying "and a tracker and assassin for the Empire." That would not have ended well. To fill the gap he said, "And it is a pleasure to be acquainted with you.
Having known the original words, Torlynden laughed, his eyes rolling comically.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 21, 2008 18:59:21 GMT -5
Tismri's quick tongue snapped Einar up rather quickly. He felt foolish for targeting his rage at a person who did not deserve it. "My apologies, Tismri-Shur'tagl (sp?). My emotions have gotten the better of me these passed few months."
Einar's ears perked up when he heard Salian introduce himself...the name suddenly sounded familiar....he was of the Empire....his eyes blazed. Was he sent by the King to kill him?...well...he could try.... His anger seemed to seethe again.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 21, 2008 20:37:28 GMT -5
"Apology accepted, Einar-vodhr," Tismri said, then turned back to Salian and Torlyden.
"It is a pleasure to meet all of you," she addressed everyone in the clearing.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 19:18:28 GMT -5
Einar simply nodded, but his attention was now on Salian. Why is he here... was the only thought that emerged from his mind.
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Post by linea on Nov 23, 2008 19:24:17 GMT -5
Salian noticed Einar's gaze and frowned inside. Do I know him?
Torlynden sniffed the air again. Two dragons have been here. One is his. It's smells like. . . . . He trailed off, trying to remember the scent. I can't place it, but this scent was in the throne room in Uru'baen.
Really? How interesting.
"Can I help you with anything?" he asked Einar in a polite tone.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 19:34:56 GMT -5
Einar just watched Salian and Torlynden carefully. He finally recognized him; he saw him a couple of times wandering the castle....didn't he capture Gianna....he wasnt sure.
"No. Nothing in particular." Einar responded cautiously. "i just didn't expect another Rider, that is all." He would wait for awhile and see what Salian's motive would be.
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Post by linea on Nov 23, 2008 23:04:17 GMT -5
Both Salian and Torlynden felt him hiding something, but neither said anything. After a minute of silence, Salian sat down next to Torlynden, who lowered his bulk to the ground. I ate well, Torl informed Salian with a pleased hum.
Sakian smiled, flinging a twig into the fire. Good. He watched the twig burn and then asked, "When will your dragons return?" just to fill the silence, which pressed him like a hot blanket.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 24, 2008 18:50:21 GMT -5
Einar no longer felt like he should sit down next to the fire, but did so out of politeness. Watching the fire flicker, Einar never took his eyes off of any of his guests; he didn't trust either of them, and quite frankly, wanted to be left alone in his own misery. Brushing his now long hair back, he turned to Salian. "They left about 10 minutes ago, I usually give Stigandr an hour before I contact him; he loses himself in the hunt. Einar answered matter-of-factly.
Leaning back against a tree stump, Einar crossed his arms, wondering what these new visitors really wanted.
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Traveling quietly in the Spine, Romulus bent down to his knee as he investigated prints on the ground. He knew that that a deer must not be too far off.
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Post by linea on Nov 24, 2008 19:04:30 GMT -5
Torlynden raised hiw snout to test the air. If I'd known you were fine, I would have finished my meal, he complained.
Thank you, Torl, for coming, Salian replied, staring into the fire. He tossed another twig in. The sap from it bubbled and popped in the flames.
Torlynden sighed, resting his head on his large paws. That man's scent truly infuriates me; I feel that I ought to be able to recognize it, he grumbled. He sniffed the air again. There is a fairly familiar scent, other than dragon, that is attached to him in a way I cannot comprehend. He inhaled deeply, taking in as mush scents as possible. Then he exhaled. It is attached to his very being. Like a memory, almost.
What could that be? Salian asked without much conviction.
Torlyn fixed large eye on Salian. I think the girl's name was Gianna.
Salian's back stiffened at the name. He immediately withdrew into himself, to a place not even Torlynden, who was the closest living being to him, could reach. Gianna. It is somewhat thanks to her that I am now stuck with Torlynden. With evil incarnate. He stared grimly into the fire, remembering that failed mission long ago. Gianna, and Gladia. . . . . . . .
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