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Post by arwyn on Apr 9, 2009 13:40:56 GMT -5
Eragon gripped Brisingr. He spread his conciousness to find out how many others there were. He sensed that there were more in the courtyard. He swiftly counted and leaned down to murmur the odds in Nasuada's ear.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 9, 2009 15:25:27 GMT -5
OOC: working on a response. My dad kicked me off the computer before I could finish. I was almost done, too!!!
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Post by arwyn on Apr 9, 2009 15:41:17 GMT -5
OOC- poor Jeriah. I have that happen a lot. LOL
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Post by Tismri on Apr 9, 2009 17:30:27 GMT -5
Marola sensed the others coming in, but did not turn to glance at them. She smirked a little as she took a seat.
"It seems I have attracted an audience. Very well, you shall all hear what I have to say.
"I have come to let you know a few things. First, that I hate the Varden and will personally see to your destruction if I have to, and second, the reason why. To understand why, I would have to explain who I am and most of my past.
"I was born in Gil'ead, raised there for seven years. My mother died in childbirth, so I never knew who she was. My father loved me and cared for me whenever he could. He was one of Galbatorix's original Riders, and among the most loyal, even after the name of his dragon was destroyed. He was often busy, but when he had time for me, he would teach me swordfighting and sometimes magic.
"One day, at the age of seven, I was walking through the streets of Gil'ead. I thought my father was away doing the king's business, so I was overjoyed when I saw him. My joy was cut short, however, when I saw he was fighting against an old man. At the slight distraction of seeing me, my father's adversary took the advantage and killed my father before my eyes. I rushed forward to my father as the old man left, carrying a fair-sized blue stone." She gave a pause to let the implication of what she just told them sink in.
"I held my father as he died. With his last breath, he asked me to avenge him. So I promised him. For over the past sixteen years, I, Marola, daughter of Morzan, have been working to undo Brom's work."
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Post by arwyn on Apr 9, 2009 17:35:42 GMT -5
Eragon watched her as she spoke.
If she came here to tell us stories...
Listen to her. Don't you realize what she is implying? She just told Nasuada that she wants to kill you!
Eragon glared at Morola.
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Post by Trinn on Apr 10, 2009 13:00:30 GMT -5
Nasuada spared a fleeting glance for Arya, glad as always for the elf's presence. To have Faolan and Tara present was also a reasurance. Everyone in the room was a skilled warrior. Eragon whispered in her ear then, and she nodded once, then set her attention to Marola. At the beginning of the empire rider's story, Nasuada had trouble finding the point in it. Yet when she revealed the name of her father, she felt at once a sense of forboding. Anything with Morzan involved was usually a bad omen. Her thoughts flickered to Murtagh, and she felt at once sorrow and anger. At the riders final words, Nasuada's eyebrows drew down in anger.
"I do not see why you felt it neccessary to come here and tell me this. Yes, I am glad to know that Morzan had produced more spawn, yet I fail to understand the importance of you coming here. If it is merely to warn us, then I thank you. However, I'm sure my warriors wouldn't have had trouble determining you an enemy without this forewarning." Nasuada brought her hands from underneath the table and rested them atop the desk. "This was truly a dangerous thing for you to do, rider. I would very much like to give the order for your capture while you are thus unarmed." Nasuada sighed. "Alas, you came to us under truce, and you shall leave under truce. But be warned, the next time my riders spot you, they shall not hesitate to take you down." After a second of silence, Nasuada added, "Now, is there anything else you wished to tell me after your long flight here?"
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Post by Tismri on Apr 10, 2009 21:15:21 GMT -5
Marola smiled slightly at Nasuada's words.
"I am not finished with my tale," she said calmly. "After my father's death, I traveled to Uru'baen and Galbatorix trained me to be an assassin and...a sneak, if you will. When he heard rumors that the Varden had twenty dragon eggs. I was sent to discover if this was true, and if so to steal as many of your eggs as possible." A cruel smile crossed her face. "I hope you have installed better security for fear of such an event occuring again. I doubt any of your eggs would be found again had not one hatched for me. Be grateful for that.
"The months since I became a Rider have been...especially difficult for me, in reasons I shall not go into. Let's just say my vow to my father is no longer the most important thing in my life now. And I am no longer as merciless as I once was, which is why I have come to you. I believe enemies should know who each other are, and the motives behind their hate. I am certain that you have heard the saying 'keep your friends close...and your enemies closer.'
"That is all. Is there anything you wish to say to me before I leave you?" She arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
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Post by Trinn on Apr 10, 2009 23:28:28 GMT -5
Steepling her fingers, Nasuada considered all that Marola had said. So, it had been she who had slipped into the hatchery and stolen an egg. Her insides writhed with anger. The dragon outside could have been on the varden's side, rather than ferrying around the offspring of Morzan. In a cool voice, she said, "Just this, daughter of Morzan. The evil of the father seems to have passed to the daughter. You are just like him. Loyal to the one who deserves nothing but death. I see potential of good in you, but it saddens me that you are too naive to see the truth of Galbatorix. Go back to your master, rider." Nasuada stood then and leaned close to Marola, bringing forth as forboding and threatning an air as possible. "And one last thing. Never underestimate the varden again, or it shall be your last mistake." To make her point, she looked from one of her warrios to the next, taking in Elaine, Arya, Eragon, Faolan, and lastly, Einar, lingering on him, portraying to Marola that at least one of them had discovered truth. Returning her gaze to the rider, she gestured towards the door. "Be gone with you." At once there was a clamor of armor as her guard moved towards Marola to get her out of the room.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 10, 2009 23:49:46 GMT -5
Einar listened carefully to Marola's words, contemplating and chewing them over. What was her point here? Is she stalling for something? The thought lingered in her head. When he heard that a new importance drew upon her life, he halted in his thoughts. What would change her?
You know, Einar. Stigandr said and showed him an image of her months ago...when they were sent to rescue Vana. Einar had noticed Marola taking Tyr aside and the way she protected her stomach...
Einar's eyes went wide. Was she with child then!? His mind muttered at the thought of Tyr being able to reproduce. it sickened him.
His mind averted back to the present when Marola was being pushed out of the room.
"If it pleases you, my Lady. I will peacefully escort her and her friend out." He recalled Marola's plea to hear her. He followed Marola and the other guards.
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Arya watched them exit and then turned back to face Nasuada. "You handled that well, Lady Nasauda. I'm glad that no one tried anything foolish." She spoke softly but clearly, her hair in a long braid behind her back as it clung to her black leather outfit. "If you have the time, I have a report from Queen Islandzi." She lowered her voice, so only Nasuada and Eragon could hear.
***
Faolan and Tara watched as the procession of guards rushed the Empire rider out. They turned to wait until all were exited until they took their leave as well.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 11, 2009 12:14:12 GMT -5
Marola gave Nasuada a slightly amused look at the woman's expressed disgust. It was obvious that the very fact that she was for the Empire set her completely against her. Marola felt the same way, as Nasuada was a part of the Varden.
The guards came to escort her out, but Einar offered instead. She was glad, because she trusted him a little more than any Varden soldiers. But only a very little. She gathered up her weapons, sliding each back into its sheath as she walked away with Einar. As soon as they were out of hearing distance of the elves, Marola paused for a second.
"Einar," she said quietly, "I wanted to thank you...for killing Valentine. If he were still alive, my life as well as others would be in danger."
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Post by Max452 on Apr 11, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
As they exited, Einar listened carefully to Marola's words, while his own mind lingered on the idea of her having a kid. Has it already been that long? He pondered on how long he had been away from the Empire while he was in the Spine. He glanced back at Marola, she did seem different...but her temperament was still there...brewing slowly...but for what?
"You need not thank me. I didn't kill him for you." He replied, softly, as he did not mean to come out rude or bitter. They continued to walk towards the main courtyard. He glanced at her through his peripheral vision.
"How old is he?" He turned his face at her. "I'm assuming its a boy." He stated in a whisper, so that none other could hear.
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Post by arwyn on Apr 11, 2009 20:08:23 GMT -5
(OOC- PLEEZ NO ONE POST! I HAVE TO READ THIS AND MY PARENTS R KICKING ME OFF RIGHT NOW!)
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Post by Tismri on Apr 11, 2009 21:09:10 GMT -5
OOC: *waits somewhat impatiently* Post soon!!! lol
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Post by arwyn on Apr 12, 2009 16:22:30 GMT -5
(OK go ahead and post. I 've go to wait for the right time)
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Post by Backabuth on Apr 12, 2009 17:38:51 GMT -5
Zak trailed behind Einar and Marola, letting them talk, though he secretly eavesdropped, unsure if Einar's motives were what he had plainly said they were. His hand was secured around the hilt of his sword, ready to attack at all times.
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