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Post by Jay on Sept 22, 2011 16:43:28 GMT -5
Jaygon laughed, "You don't fool me, besides take you to Galbatorix? I don't intend ontaking you to him and I doubt he does either. I intend on helping you get away from him," Jaygon said still chuckling to himself. He sheathed his sword, "Do you have any plans on how to get out?"
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Post by Tismri on Sept 22, 2011 21:34:48 GMT -5
OOC: Stefan's true name has actually already changed at this point. There just hasn't been an opportunity to demonstrate this yet.
Stefan halted when a figure appeared in their path, his mind working on a plan to get them out of the predicament. He was a little surprised when Cherilyn took the inititive on what do to, putting up an act of struggling. He attempted to play along by trying to wrest her into submission, but then the stranger's statement caught his attention. He didn't recognize the voice, so he was fairly certain it was no one loyal to Galbatorix. However, it could have been one of his secret servants. He held Cherilyn more protectively than anything.
"How can I know you're not lying?" he asked, reaching for his sword.
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Post by Jay on Sept 22, 2011 21:55:10 GMT -5
Jaygon repeated it in the Ancient Language then said, "Besides why would I want to serve him anyways he killed all my closest friends a century and a half ago while I was away."
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Post by Trinn on Oct 6, 2011 20:53:24 GMT -5
Cherilyn lifted her eyebrows at Jaygon's pledge. So he was indeed their friend, and comrade. She found herself studying him closely, trying to recognize him. Alas she could not, and felt disturbed she had only his word to rely on. But a word spoken in the Ancient Language, which did ease her thoughts somewhat. However, she felt annoyance by his presence. How was she going to persuade Stefan to let her stay at Uru'baen a little longer when this man was willing to take her away too. She couldn't leave Stefan behind. "What do you mean, away", she asked, eying him curiously, "Were you in Ismalia?"
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Post by Jay on Oct 6, 2011 21:29:01 GMT -5
"That's not exactly what I meant," Jaygon paused sighing. "I was across the waters of the sea when my friends died, do you know of Vrael?" Jaygon asked. Jaygon could hear some soldiers coming down the hall, "Maybe we should take this conversation elsewhere, eh?"
ooc: sorry lame, short post.
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Post by Trinn on Oct 7, 2011 20:38:36 GMT -5
Cherilyn's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vrael. She had read a plethora of books in which Vrael was the topic of interest. The great city of the Dragon Riders. A place Cherilyn hoped to see returned to its former glory. "You're an ancient!" she said reverently. At the same time she too heard the boots. The soldiers would discover them if they were not careful. She looked up at Stefan, who still held her closely, she realized. Strangely she didn't mind. What was he thinking, she wondered, studying his expressionless face.
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Post by Jay on Oct 7, 2011 22:30:59 GMT -5
"Indeed I am," Jaygon said quietly, "in fact I knew Eragon quite well and helped choose his successor, which was Vrael. However after he named one of our cities after himself I began to doubt my decision as did the other advisers and elders that's when he sent us away."
Jaygon looked fondly at the two of them then motioned for them to follow him.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 7, 2011 23:08:07 GMT -5
Stefan listened silently to the man's responses, weighing them. The fact that he had spoken in the ancient language helped to convince him that he was speaking the truth. He still was not quite quick to trust him completely at his words. It just seemed a little too convienent that he was here and ran into them.
At the sound of boots nearby, however, he couldn't help but listen to him. He held Cherilyn a little tighter, fully expecting this to be a trap in some way or another. Then he followed the stranger.
"We need to get to the dragon courtyard," he said in a subdued voice. "And we need to do so without being spotted, by human or dragon."
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Post by Jay on Oct 7, 2011 23:45:01 GMT -5
"The dragon courtyard?" Jaygon inquired. "Perhaps it is the old Shur'tugal coronation room, Galbatorix always felt a strong bond to that place so it would make sense."
Jaygon felt along the wall until he found a nook in it, then in the ancient language quietly exclaimed, "Open!" The wall seemed to swing back on unseen hinges. Jaygon motioned for them to go through the through the door.
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Post by Trinn on Oct 8, 2011 0:03:53 GMT -5
Cherilyn watched Jaygon with fascination. She could learn so much from him! Trinn and Tismri had already given her so much knowledge, another ancient could only add more. Her fascination grew when he easily found a way to sneak around the guards. She was reminded that this castle had once belonged to the elves, so passages triggered by magic made complete sense. Cherilyn made to move into the hidden corridor, but felt Stefan's hand on her still. "It's ok, Stefan." she said, gently removing his hold. "An ancient would never side with Galbatorix." Giving him a confident smile, Cherilyn quickly stepped into the passage Jaygon had opened for them. The guards footsteps were growing closer.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 8, 2011 0:16:18 GMT -5
Stefan followed the stranger through the corridors, keeping an eye out for soldiers or other enemies. He was impressed that the elf seemed to know his way around; it seemed Galbatorix had not altered the structure of the palace since taking over Uru'baen. He glanced inside the secret passage the elf revealed. He continued to hold onto Cherilyn until she gently tugged away, though he was still hesitant to release her.
"Maybe so," he told her, "but I won't feel safe until you are out of here." He glanced behind himself in time to see an armored boot stepping around a corner and jumped into the hidden passage out of sight.
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Post by Jay on Oct 8, 2011 0:39:13 GMT -5
Jaygon also jumped inside and said, "Close!" in the ancient language. The door silently closed.
"That is not entirely true, I fell that some of the other Ancients who feel sympathy for him and whom have also become rather greedy over the years, will join Galbatorix regardless of his countless crimes." Jaygon said as he took the lead. "Have either of you seen maps of Ilrea?" Jaygon moved quickly down the passage and then stopped abruptly.
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Post by Trinn on Oct 8, 2011 11:21:13 GMT -5
Cherilyn felt her stomach drop as Jaygon explained how other ancients would be more supportive of Galbatorix. The ancients were supposed to be noble and kind, not greedy and power hungry. She felt a great sense of disappointment at the news. Her thoughts were disrupted when Jaygon suddenly halted, and she nearly ran into him. "Alas, no." she answered, wondering at the question. "Although I'm sure the library here might have something of the sort. Or Galbatorix has hidden them all in his hoard."
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Post by Jay on Oct 10, 2011 21:00:06 GMT -5
"Then please consider this a quick tour. Garjzla!" A thin were-light lept from his palm and flew to the middle of the room were it illuminated the large room. On the wall facing the east was a map of Alagaesia, on the the wall facing the west was a map of Ilrea. To the north were maps of constellations, and to the south were weapons of all sorts. There were three other corridors besides the one the were coming out of.
"The corridor strait across from us leads to the dragon courtyard in case your wondering."
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Post by Tismri on Oct 10, 2011 23:28:03 GMT -5
Despite his concentration being centered around Cherilyn's escape, Stefan was awestruck by the maps displayed on the walls in the passage. They were beautiful elven work, ancient but still flawless and readable. It amazed him that Galbatorix had not yet found and desecrated this place.
His attention was snapped back into focus when the elf mentioned the dragon courtyard being ahead.
Jueru, he called to the dragon. His partner in the courtyard made no physical movement, but his mind was instantly a whirr of concern connected to Stefan's mind.
I don't like your plan, he said, and Stefan was sure that were he not acting, he would have audibly growled.
Stefan ignored his protest. Once we're out, shift around slightly so that we're hidden from sight. I'll unlock your chains. Then you will flee with Cherilyn.
I don't like it, Jueru repeated. He had no desire to leave his Rider alone in this desolate place. Stefan didn't want to send him away either; Jueru had long been his only source of comfort in this place. Still, he had to get Cherilyn out of the palace, and if he managed to get Jueru away from this evil place as well, all the better. He turned to the elf.
"Thank you for helping us," he said, inclining his head. He then looked at Cherilyn. "Come on. We have to get you out of here quickly."
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