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Post by Tismri on Nov 10, 2011 15:21:55 GMT -5
Stefan held tightly to the spikes in front of him as Jueru manuvered away from Viel's lunges. For some reason, the crimson dragon seemed unable to see where they were. Jueru wriggled this way and that, and before rising above the walls of the city, he couldn't help but loose a great jet of flame at Viel in retaliation for how she had treated him and his Rider during their captivity. Then the ancient white dragon came up behind him, giving him room to escape. He flew out of the city with a burst of speed, leaving the accursed place far behind, having faith that the elders would be able to escape.
Saenon flinched and furiously blocked her mind as another attempted to contact her. She backed away from the window and down the hall, slowly releasing the spell she had placed on Viel. A moment or two later, she realized that it wouldn't take long for the others in the Empire to figure out her hand in this. Altering perception was her forte, as every member of the Black Hand knew. She decided she needed to slip out of the city as quietly as possible.
She walked calmly down a corridor and knocked on a door. After a few moments, the silver-haired archer Arquen opened the door. The elf seemed surprised to see her and raised her slanted eyebrows questioningly.
"I need your help, sister," she said, using the term to allow the elf to know for what reason she was coming. Of all the people in Uru'baen, only the other members of the family could be trusted to help her escape from the king's wrath. "I've betrayed the king and need to escape. Can you get me to the sanctuary in another city? Dras-Leona perhaps?" Arquen considered a moment.
"If it's as severe as you say, Dras-Leona is too close. Petrovya is a better option. I'm sure Lucien wouldn't mind housing you for a while." Saenon nodded in agreement, though the thought of going to Surda set her in unease. Arquen took Saenon's hand and led her to a tunnel she had built for herself. Not even Galbatorix knew of its existence, as it was built for family business.
"Follow it; it will lead you to our small sanctuary just outside Uru'baen. I will meet you there tomorrow and then we can travel." Saenon nodded in agreement, and took off.
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Post by Jay on Nov 11, 2011 0:52:27 GMT -5
A hollow laugh emanated from Jaygon. "Who am I? Ha! I am what I appear to be. If you are a student of Galbatorix ask him," Jaygon resumed a ready stance. "Now my dear it is my turn to ask who are you?"
Jaygon sighted a box over in the corner, That could be useful later. he began to circle Vana the skin on his wrists started to change. I hope I make it out of this.
Turma turned to face the dragon who had its vision clouded and roared a challenge. She made sure there was no way for this hostile dragon to get at Jaygon's new found allies. This one is going to be a challenge!
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Post by Trinn on Nov 11, 2011 15:06:20 GMT -5
At last Viel's vision steadied, and she snapped her wings taunt to straighten out her flight. She still felt slightly dizzy from the attack. Her lips curled up in a snarl when she felt the physical attack on Vana. But she couldn't go to her rider's aid, not yet, not when the green youngling was still within reach. Just as she made up her mind to go after them, a glimmering white mass blocked her path. Viel's neck arched back in surprise and rage. An ancient! The elder dragon roared out to her, and Viel returned a bellow of her own, accepting the challenge. Bursting into motion, Viel sped towards the ancient, tucking in her legs for maximum speed as her wings pumped. When the distance between them was nearly closed, Viel deftly gave a flick of her wings and tail to direct her flight straight up. She evened out a second later, trying to get above the ancient.
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An ancient! Vana felt her heart skip a beat, though she let none of the dismay appear on her face. She comforted herself with the fact that her skill in combat was renowned. She hadn't earned the notorious name "The Red Rider" for nothing. She did not bother giving out her name. "Perhaps we should sheath our blades and go seek an audience with his majesty, Galbatorix, then. You're of his generation, and I'm sure he'd love to give you his salutations."
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Post by Jay on Nov 11, 2011 23:17:42 GMT -5
"Very well," Jaygon sheathed his sword, "take me to him." Galbatorix won't be able to resist I will escape at the last second. He figured the finer points of his plan as waited for a response.
Turma shot straight up attempting to cut the young dragon off. She tried to knock the hatchling down by swinging her claw down onto its back.
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Post by Trinn on Nov 12, 2011 0:25:31 GMT -5
Vana was surprised when the ancient actually acquiesced with her suggestion. The fool didn't know what he was getting himself into. "Very well..." she said, sheathing Domia only after the ancient did so first. Viel she said, opening her mind again. Viel's furious thoughts swept into her own mind, and she struggled to remain calm through the powerful torrent of new emotion. Viel, quit your attack on the large one. The rider is going to seek an audience with Galbatorix. Above, the sound of Viel's angry roar carried down to them. Vana frowned. Her dragon was easily inclined to bloodlust, which made her a terrible and dangerous foe on the battleground. But it also left her weak to more calculated attacks. Viel was cunning in her own right, but the need for the kill often made her do reckless things. The dragon caught the impressions of these thoughts, and rather than be enraged further, she grew calmer, almost apologetic.
It shall be done. she responded, and Vana glanced into the sky to see Viel's small form drop away from the larger mass of the ancient. She gave Viel her thanks, and then gestured for the ancient to walk with her. "This way."
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Post by Jay on Nov 14, 2011 23:53:34 GMT -5
Jaygon followed. "Why didn't you just kill me?" he asked. Turma do not pursue make sure the others make it out first. Turma obeyed wordlessly.
"So how did Galbatorix get his hands on you?" Jaygon looked about as he was being lead to Galbatorix. "You know he hasn't changed Ilrea that much since I was here last."
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Post by Tismri on Dec 20, 2011 0:53:52 GMT -5
Hours passed as Jueru flew on, though he no longer kept up the frenzied speed at which he started. Now that he felt they were safe from pursuit, he relaxed and went at an easy pace toward the Varden camp. Stefan felt better now. Cherilyn had escaped, and impossibly, so had he. He was no longer in Galbatorix's clutches. After a while, he started chuckling to himself, amazed at what he had managed to accomplish. Thanks to Cherilyn.
He glanced back at her and smiled, unable to hold back. "We did it," he said.
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Post by Jay on Dec 22, 2011 23:34:41 GMT -5
Turma followed close behind. Now that they are out of danger should I go back for Jaygon? No. He would want me to stay with them. He will find his way back to me, he always does...
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Post by Trinn on Jan 19, 2012 16:57:47 GMT -5
Cherilyn kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting to see the red dragon catching up to them. But Jaygon had done his part, and the flew unmolested through the sky. She smiled in relief and triumph. "Aye, we did." she agreed, meeting his eyes. How incredible it was that they truly escaped the clutches of Galbatorix, that Stefan had managed to change his true name, and that they had realized their love for each other. She only hoped that Cordelia would forgive her for her absence. Hopefully nobody had discovered the true nature of her disappearance. She had, after all, gone willingly in the end with Stefan. But she was returning with him! Surely Nasuada would not be angry at her even if she knew the truth now.
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Vana choose her words carefully, making sure she did not sound like a coward. "I let you live because I am smart, and I value my own life. Though I am a rider, I am still young compared to you, who have lived many years and therefore much more experienced in the ways of battle. You are my elder in every way, and I do not seek to fight against a rationale man like yourself." She paused before addressing his next question. "Galbatorix didn't have to get his 'hands on me'. My bond, Viel, hatched for me some time ago whilst I was allowed into the egg room to clean. I naturally offered my services as a rider to him as soon as the event had come to pass."
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Post by Jay on Jan 19, 2012 21:52:49 GMT -5
Jaygon sighed and said, "I see..." He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of a trap as he followed. I just can't convince myself that this is the right opportunity to kill him. No! The time is not right. This isn't my fate.
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Post by Tismri on Feb 18, 2012 0:14:40 GMT -5
THREE WEEKS LATER: (OOC: Man, this thread spans a really long time. lol)
Daemon sat out in the sunlight, watching the breeze blow through the grass. The beauty of the moment caught him, as the rays from the sun drifted down the sides of the great Beor mountains. Meera had convinced him to come here, to a small Varden outpost between the mountains and the desert. She seemed to think it might do him some good to get away from the bulk of the Varden's forces right now. He was feeling so weak right now, all he really wanted was to die in peace. It would leave Meera saddened, he knew, but otherwise, there wasn't much for him in life. He had no relations, aside from a sister who hated him. He also knew it wasn't fair to Meera to keep her nursing him like this. He knew he couldn't last much longer, and he didn't want to be a burden on her.
Somehow, he sensed something was coming. Something was going to happen. He twirled an emerald green crystal flower in his hands, which he had repaired some time ago.
Saenon, he thought, a bit despairingly.
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Saenon waited for the sun to set. She'd tracked Daemon here. She had nothing better to do now; she was a fugitive of the Empire thanks to Stefan, and now she only had one ambition left in life: the death of her brother. One way or the other, she would have his life. She clenched her fists somewhat angrily, desire to spill his blood coursing through her veins.
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Post by Trinn on Feb 18, 2012 0:54:56 GMT -5
OOC: LOL I thought for sure this thread had died  Carrying a carefully arrayed bouquet of field flowers, Meera strolled over to where she felt Daemon's presence. She spotted him not far off, sitting in the grass and looking about thoughtfully. A small frown came to her features as she couldn't help but notice how quickly his health was beginning to flag, and his features were starting to show it. His sickness was unlike anything she'd ever dealt with, and Meera was worried that she wouldn't be able to find a cure in time. The thought left her feeling sick. Hastening to his side, she sat down beside him and offered him the bouquet. "I know guys don't usually get flowers, but, well, I thought you might appreciate them." Leaning over, she gently kissed his cheek, then noticed the crystal flower in his hand. "Although that flower makes my arrangement seem meek in comparison." she said wryly. |
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Post by Tismri on Feb 18, 2012 1:12:51 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I could think of ANYTHING else to post anywhere else, so I decided to try to finish this. Maybe get to where I can play Daemon again. lol
Daemon smiled as Meera approached him, offering him a bunch of flowers. Somehow the sight of her managed to cheer him, if only a little. He loved her so much, and he wished he didn't have to put her through this misery of keeping him alive.
"Thanks, Meera," he told her, taking her hand. He admired the beauty of the flowers. Perhaps he would try mimicking some of their designs. He mostly created daisies and occasionally a rose. He stared at the emerald flower for a moment after Meera pointed it out.
"It was a gift," he told her. "I made it for my sister years ago." His expression grew lax and sorrowful as he thought of Saenon. Another regret he had was that he was unable to make things right with her.
He watched as the sun started to descend past the horizon, and dark clouds began to gather overhead.
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Post by Trinn on Feb 18, 2012 1:22:09 GMT -5
Saenon, Daemon's twin sister. Meera grimaced at the thought of her. She was an insidious and devious woman, especially because she wanted to kill her own flesh and blood. How Daemon could still feel kindly about her was beyond her. Well, he was a good person. "Come on." she said, taking note of the setting sun. "We should get back inside and I'll make us some dinner before we caught in the night." Standing, she helped pull Daemon to his feet.
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Post by Tismri on Feb 18, 2012 2:27:50 GMT -5
Daemon noticed the grimace that contorted Meera's flawless features for a moment. He knew she despised his sister, and he couldn't blame her. But that was because she didn't quite understand. He had betrayed her, more than once. He hid from her and joined their enemies. He knew he was a traitor in her eyes.
Daemon allowed Meera to help him stand, but then swayed slightly, feeling lightheaded. He was really unable to move as well as he used to. It took the slightest bit of exertion to cause his heart to start tearing itself apart again. He leaned against the wall.
"You go ahead," he said, raising her hand to his lips and kissing it. "I'll be in in a moment."
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