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Post by Tismri on May 12, 2009 15:38:14 GMT -5
Marola sat in the Spine, next to the roaring Igualda Fall. She was staring at the blackened square in the valley far below. It was all that remained of the town of Carvahall.
She had been there only once before, a fleeting memory that she could hardly account a time for. She had been...eighteen.
FLASHBACK:
The young Marola sat quietly in the tavern, own by a man named Morn. This was the dumbest assignment she had ever been on. Traveling from one tiny town to another listening to gossip in order to see where they stood with the king. She sat quietly and listened to the men talk. One of them came down and sat by her. He seemed friendly enough, but she never trusted anyone she first met.
"What brings you all the way out here?" he asked, not unkindly. "I've never seen you around here before."
"Just passing through," she replied. "Need a place to stay for the night."
"Well," he said, appearing to think, "I suppose you could stay in the inn here, but I might be willing to lend you a room. It's just me, my thirteen year old boy, and my eleven year old nephew." Marola nodded, considering. Staying with one of the local farmers might give her access to more information.
"All right," she said, "I wouldn't want to have to pay for a single night, anyway."
"Very good," he said, smiling, "I'm Garrow."
"Marola," she replied, shaking his hand.
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Post by arwyn on May 12, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
Eragon sat in the ruins of Carvahall.
Just one more thing to pay Galbatorix back for.
Don't become like Murtagh and let anger drive you. said Saphira.
Your right.
He got up and went to the spot where the tavern had been. He knew this town like the back of his hand and even in ruins he could find about anyplace.
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Post by Tismri on May 12, 2009 16:05:43 GMT -5
OOC: don't forget interactive flashbacks. lol
Marola's keen eyes spotted someone moving in the ruins. He was hardly more than an insignificant dot moving among the charred remains, but she could immediately tell who he was.
What is he doing here? she asked Rauthr.
The same think you are, the green dragon replied, his head poking out of the woods, Remembering.
FLASHBACK:
Marola followed Garrow along the road. He lived on the farthest farm, ten miles from town. It was no short walk, but she was in excellent shape, and still had plenty of breath by the time they walked up to the house.
"Hey, Roran, Eragon! We've got company for the night!"
END.
Marola made her way down the steep path toward town. She was almost to the bottom when she stopped dead in her tracks.
Eragon! she thought, nearly crying out, That kid was Eragon?! That little farm kid? She couldd hardly believe it...and yet it somehow fit.
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Post by arwyn on May 13, 2009 16:09:57 GMT -5
(ooc- we should do a battle scene where they both walk away heavily wounded and still hate each other!)
Saphira raised her head to sniff the air.
Eragon, Marola.
Eragon looked up. His elven vision allowed him to make out the faint impression of someone in the trees.
FLASHBACK:
Eragon came running out of the house with roran. He saw the woman coming with Uncle Garrow. Garrow called for them to get some stuff from the barn. As they walked over, eragon nudged Roran in the ribs. He wolf-wistled.
"Don't think I didn't see that look." he said.
"What look?" answered Roran bankly.
He had no idea what Eragon was talking about.
FLASHBACK
Eragon got up and ran down the road. The trees and landscape sped by him. He arrived at the ruins of his farm in moments. He knelt down beside it. The last time he had been here was when he dragged Garrow away from the wreakage.
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Post by Tismri on May 13, 2009 16:23:03 GMT -5
Marola could tell Eragon had noticed her. She didn't exactly care at the moment. If worst came to worst, she felt she could beat him easily in a fight. (ooc: talk about ego. lol)
FLASHBACK:
Marola rolled her eyes at the young boys' cajolings. Who did these kids think they were?
Garrow shook his head.
"Now, boys, I want you to be on your best behavior. Marola here's our guest for the night. Marola, these two rascals are Eragon and Roran." He turned and looked ath the younger one. "Eragon, would you mind giving up your room and sharing with Roran tonight?"
END.
Marola shook her head, wondering at how such an inocent looking boy could become such a powerful enemy.
Well look at how you changed, Rola, Rauthr told her. You went from the sweet girl in Gil'ead to...
To a vengeful, bloodthristy killer. Marola finished for him, thinking it with distaste.
OOC: sure, we can have a fight. That'll be fun.
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Post by arwyn on May 13, 2009 16:37:05 GMT -5
Eragon knelt at the center of the ruins.
FLASHBACK:
Eragon and Roran heard what Garrow called after them as they walked away.
"Yea, no problem, Uncle Garrow!" shaouted Eragon over his shoulder.
"Maybe I can find a couple a lizards." sadi Roran casually.
"Huh? what do you want lizards for?" asked eragon with growing suspicions.
"Oh no reason." said Roaran.
"Yea, maybe I can find soem snakes."
Roran shuddered.
"You are not putting those in my bed."
"Well your not putting lizards in my bed."
Roran takled eragon and they started rolling around on the ground, scuffling.
FLASHBACK
Eragon gave a small smile at the memory.
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Post by Tismri on May 13, 2009 16:52:28 GMT -5
FLASHBACK:
Garrow shook his head as the boys left.
"It's hard to believe those two will be men someday," he commented, leading Marola into the house. He offered her a seat at the small table. She glanced around.
How can anyone stand to live like this? she wondered, supressing a shudder. She had grown up around huge, opulent buildings, from her father's mansion to the king's palace. She put that out of her mind and focused on her mission. She asked Garrow about the different gossip about the town, and tried to get the general opinion of the place. It did not take long to uncover a common distaste for the Empire. She checked that in her mind.
"I'm going to have to go back to town tomorrow," she told him.
"Well, you shouldn't go alone. Roran and I have to work tomorrow, but Eragon should be able to accompany you. He was going to visit that old storytell, Brom, anyway." Marola nodded at this. The name Brom sounded familiar. She kept a not of it in her mind.
Garrow got up and called out the door. "Roran! Eragon! Get in here and help me with supper!"
END.
Marola looked up and down the valley, seeing the destruction that had been wrought. She felt just a tad bit saddened. It had been a nice town, even if they were disloyal. Maybe at some point a new town could be raised, and loyal citizens would live here.
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Post by arwyn on May 14, 2009 17:56:50 GMT -5
Eragon stood up and ran to the graveyard. It held the graves of those who had died in the fight for Carvahall.
And for what? he thought. Carvahall was still burned.
For the freedom of Alagasia. Like so many before them, their lives will save who knows how many others. said Saphira defiantly.
Eragon knelt at Garrow's grave. The headstone, like the others, was so blackened that he couldn't read the writing on it. He used magic to re-carve his uncle's name.
Flashback:
When Garrow called them, Eragon and Roran stopped fightig. Eragon sported a bloody nose, and Roran a black eye. They raced each other back to the house. As Eragon passed him, Roran grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him into the mud. When Eragon got up, streaks of black mixed with the red.
FLASHBACK
Eragon doubled over so that his head touched Garrow's grave. Tears streamed silently down his face. After a few moments he threw back his head and screamed to the sky. He put all his pain, anger, and sorrow into that scream. His anger at the Ra'zac for killing Brom and Garrow. His anger at the twins for killing Ajihad. His anger at Murtagh for killing Hrothgar. And lastly his anger at Galbatorix for killing Orimis. His anger at all the people who had killed those men who had been mentors to him. He screamed for a few minutes, and it echoed in the mountains after he had stopped. He stood up and turned to Saphira.
"I swear that when I fight Galbatorix, if at all possible I will give him one of the most painful deaths there can be!" he shouted.
Eragon. Do not let yourself be driven by anger as Murtagh was.
You mean is.
No was. He has no control over himself now. It must be a terrible existance when not even your thoughts are your own.
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Post by Tismri on May 14, 2009 21:41:52 GMT -5
Marola stood at a short distance from where Eragon was screaming in frustration and anger. She crossed her arms and stared. From where she stood, she could see the name on the grave he stood over. Garrow. Her suspicions were confirmed. The boy she had seen here all those years ago, Garrow's nephew, was this, her most formidable opponent.
She watched silently as he cried, her arms crossed and her face emotionless. After a long while, she finally spoke.
"Now you know how I felt when I watched Brom murder my father before my eyes." It was quietly spoken, yet could clearly be heard. "You know the pain that made my heart so callous. The anger that consumed me. The lust for blood and revenge. And now..." Her voice trailed off and she turned her face away to look toward the mountains.
FLASHBACK:
Marola watched with amusment as the two boys continued their fight even as they made their way up to the house. These two would make prime candidates for the king's army. Possibly they could even be trained as cunning assassins.
"Now, boys!" Garrow called, walking down and grabbing each boy by the back of the neck and dragging them toward the house.
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Post by arwyn on May 15, 2009 7:42:00 GMT -5
FLASHBACK:
Roran laughed along with his father. Eragon glared for a moment then his face broke into a smile.
"Sorry about them." said Garrow. "They've been working all day and have all their playful energy pent up."
FLASHBACK
Eragon spun around at Marola's words.
"I will never be like you." he snarled. "You don't seem to understand that I am not driven by bloodlust and hatered like you. And I stopped being driven for revenge long before I killed the Ra'zac. When you go back to the empire, give a message to Murtagh. Tell him that I've forgiven him. And that I've given up my hatred at the Empire for what the Ra'zac did. He'll understand."
Eragon turned and vaulted onto Saphira. She unfuerled her gigantic blue wings, and took flight.
(ooc- I think they should fight close to Uru'baen just to screw things up.
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Post by Tismri on May 15, 2009 12:35:18 GMT -5
FLASHBACK:
Marola only laughed.
"Boys will be boys," she said. "It is only natural that they want to fight. They may end up growing out of it one of these days, though." She ruffled Eragon's hair a little.
END.
Marola watched Eragon's abrupt departure, unmoved, even a little angry.
Yet he continues on his reckless path to the destruction of the king and the world. How many countless will die because of this? How many more children will have to live with the memory of their parents slaughtered before their own eyes?
Since when do you care about others' deaths? Rauthr asked.
Since I started caring for someone besides myself, she said. She sighed a little, wishing she could be home with her baby right now. Rauthr sympathized.
Where is he headed? he asked, watching as the brilliant blue dragon flew away.
I know not, and care not, Marola replied. Rauthr leapt out of the mountains and gracefully landed on top the the remains of what had been a great, two-story house on a hill, which was little more than splintered wood and sharp pieces of metal. Marola walked over and mounted him.
We should probably return to Uru'baen, he told her. She sighed and nodded. She was sick of that city, and the people who lived there. But there she must go. Rauthr took to the skies, wheeling off toward the capital.
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Post by arwyn on May 15, 2009 12:43:34 GMT -5
Where are we going Eragon? asked Saphira
I don't know. To Uru'baen? To pick a fight with Murtagh?
Very well.
Eragon bolted upright in surprise.
I want a fight as much as you do. Saphira said.
She flew straight for the heart of the empire.
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Post by Tismri on May 15, 2009 12:51:55 GMT -5
Rauthr landed rather heavily on the balcony outside Marola's quarters. She jumped off his back, but stayed by his side, unwilling to enter the room. Too many dark memories stood there. She just started out at the cityscape, taking it all it.
Is that who I think it is? Rauthr asked. She looked the same way he was and saw a brilliant sapphire blur in the sky, heading toward the city.
Why would he come here? she asked. He must be more stupid than anyone thought!
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Post by arwyn on May 15, 2009 15:31:07 GMT -5
(ooc- I've asked trinn to bring Murtagh in. Yeah. I've always wanted a shot at that guy)
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Post by Tismri on May 15, 2009 21:24:43 GMT -5
OOC: I wish andowen would get back on. She's good at Murtagh. It was so much fun when he and Rola met for the first official time.
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