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Post by arwyn on May 17, 2009 17:17:02 GMT -5
ooc- Trinn said no. We could ask her if blod could do it. I'd bet he'd be a good Murtagh. Hmmm...
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Post by Tismri on May 17, 2009 23:09:27 GMT -5
OOC: Like I said, I wish andowen would get back on. I guess it's the school for season down in Austraila, though. Terribly sad. Hey, it's almost winter down there! lol
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Post by arwyn on May 18, 2009 16:34:15 GMT -5
ooc- here comes Murtagh! Trinn said it was alright
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Post by blodhgarm on May 29, 2009 15:30:57 GMT -5
Murtagh ripped his sword from a tree trunk effortlessly and he stumbled back a little. He flexed his muscles and shivered a little and not from the breeze. Glabatorix had told him he could give him power beyond his understanding and he had kept that promise and now Murtagh couldn't do any task without being reminded Eragon was not the only one who had been changed by the hatching of an egg. With that thought his dark eyes flickered over to Thorn who sat peacefully his crimson scales looking so much like crimson drops of blood. The picture was shattered though as Thorn raised his head into the air and spoke one word to his Rider. Eragon That one word sent a frown to Murtagh's face but it was quickly replaced with a smirk and soon a laugh. " Wat does he think he can do in my home?" Murtagh just sighed as he sheathed Zar'roc and after a few strides leaped on Thorn's saddle. Thorn's great legs bunched up and then they were in the air and flying.
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Post by arwyn on May 29, 2009 15:37:39 GMT -5
Saphira gave Eragon a warning. Murtagh and Thorn. Be careful. Ha! We've beaten them twice, we can beat them again. No they beat us once and let us go. The other time we had six elves with us. Well this time we have Glader and more training. And he has how many more Eldurnari then us? Eragon rolled his eyes. He was feeling too reckless to be reasoned with. Listen to your bond. Glader rumbled. She is right. The hatchlings defeated myself and... Oromis. he forced the name out. You are not as powerful as we were. But Galbatorix did that, not Murtagh. Eragon argued. And he could do it at any time again! Saphira growled.
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Post by Tismri on Jun 2, 2009 15:08:41 GMT -5
Marola watched Eragon and Saphira, then noticed Murtagh and his red dragon Thorn took flight after them. Good, she thought, This will save me from having to fight. The thought momentarily startled her. Usually, she loved to fight. Fighting made her feel alive, let her know she was still breathing. But right now, the whole thing held very little appeal to her. What has happened to me, Rauthr? she asked, a little confused. You have changed over the last year, he told her, I have felt it in you. Ever since you first became pregnant, your heart softened. But the king needs me as an assassin. I can't do that and be a mother at the same time. Then decide which is more important to you. He left Marola to ponder the statement.
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Post by arwyn on Jun 2, 2009 16:14:22 GMT -5
Eragon laughed as energy seeped into his body. He pulled it up from the plants below. Not the crops of course. He drew Brisingr and grinned.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jun 4, 2009 14:39:36 GMT -5
Murtagh watched his brother his dark eyes watching intently. His brothers laugh brought a small smile to his lips and it was not one of happiness. He is getting reckless. I remember when Eragon would do anything to get away from a fight and now he is carelessly sapping energy from plants and laughing. He only got a mental grunt from his partner of his heart but he felt the emotions and that was enough. He sighed and patted a blood red scale in comfort knowing the pain Thorn was in and sad he had to sit by and let it continue. Galbatorix wasn't to be denied. Drawing his inheritance, Zur'roc, and got ready to attack as they drew closer and fle around each other.
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Post by arwyn on Jun 4, 2009 14:45:21 GMT -5
Saphira growled warningly at Thorn. Stand down hatchling1 Nasuada was making her wear her dragon armor where-ever she went nowadays. It was actually making her stronger. Eragon held Brisingr in front of him. making ready for the attack. "Brisingr." he muttered. The blade took only a smallamount of energy from him as they circled it took energy from the fire he had created, recycling it. He had been saving many wards and spells in the gem. The weeks of preperation still made him feel tired when he thought of. But Nasuada's instructions were clear. Murtagh must be taken down.
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