Gil'ead

[Tismri]

Marola became concious just as Tyr came into hearing range.
Great. Just great. Why is he here? I thought he was talking with that witch chick. The nauseating smell on drying blood reached her nose. The front of her shirt was covered with it, as well as the bottom front half of her neck. She noticed Caleb next to her. She grinned at him, partly delirious and ignoring Tyr.
"Hey, you," she managed to say. "Looks like I owe you two now."

[caleb]

"Yea you do. He said smiling." looking over his shoulder, "What do you want?" he called to Tyr.

[Tismri]

Marola turned her head a little and stared at Tyr.
"Don't you have something better to do than come find a girl who just tried to take her life and her guy who saved her life twice? Like, oh I don't know, go talk to that witch woman person?" She attempted to stand, but couldn't even get off the ground because she was so weak. Even thought Rauthr was giving her strength, she could barely even think straight.

[micaylah]

Nashante again clad herself in her Seithr garb as she entered the coven grounds. She made her way to her lodge. She waved off the servant girls who quickly approached her save the one to whom she gave her reigns. Walking into her lodge she sat before the fire. She took the powder she had grabbed from the shelf and threw some into the fire. She watched as the flames danced eerily upon the logs. She had not looked upon a fire vision since the time of Shi'nil. She watched intently as the events of those woven within the fabric of her life played out. A smile crept across her lips as the heat from the fire caused sweat to form upon her brow. 'The future looks very interesting to say the least." she thought. Her smile widened. 'Revenge shall be a dish I will heartily enjoy!'

[Max452]

Tyr raised an annoyed eyebrow. "You're the one who called for help!" He breathed out, exhausted. "What's he doing here!? I thought I made it clear that he was a distraction!" He pointed at Caleb, before catching his breath.

Einar and Stigandr flew quickly and was able to locate the area in the Spine where Marola's distress originated from.
"Do you see her, Stigandr?"
Not yet, but I can sense her...and a couple of more presences...she's not alone.
"Assume the worse, my friend."
Aye...

[Tismri]

Marola gave Tyr a sly, lopsided grin, slowly getting her strength back.
"Well, which would you rather have me as?" she asked, "Distracted or dead? Because if I send him away again, I'll probably attempt to kill myself again. Then he would come back and rescue me and we would start the whole cycle again." She carefully sat up against a tree and stared at Tyr.
"And for your information, I don't recall ever calling for help. Why would I call out for help after slashing my own throat?"

[Max452]

Tyr let out a growl. "Ignorant woman!" He snarled. "You have no idea what you're doing!"

"Do you Tyr?" Einar's voice echoed from behind Tyr. The two assassins stared at each other coldly. "Marola...are you all right." He watched Caleb with caution, one hand on one of his blades. "Someone better explain to me what exactly is occurring right now." He told all three of them. Behind him, Stigandr was in the air, which explained why they didn't feel or his wings or landing. Einar had watched the interaction with intrigued and thought it best to jump 30 feet or so in case Caleb meant trouble.

***
Out on the outskirts of the Surdan border, Faolan wandered and patrolled alone with Jade. On his route, he suddenly felt an ancient presence and went to investigate. There, he spotted a large purple dragon and a its Rider. Unsure whether or not this woman was an enemy, he watched her silently.

[Tismri]

Marola found herself grinning, glad that she had found an area where she could actually make Tyr angry. She turned her eyes to Einar.
"You want the short version or the long version?" she asked, rubbing the dried blood on her neck.

[Max452]

Einar was unsure on how to answer that; he already had a pretty good guess on what happened.
"The short." He glanced back at Tyr. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
"That idiot called for help. I assumed she was being attacked by Kalri..." Tyr pointed at Marola with annoyance.

[Tismri]

Marola glared at Tyr again.
"I did not call for help! Why would I call for help after slashing my own throat?" She was getting over her woozyness and was getting irritable. She looked back at Einar.
"Okay, short version: I just tried to kill myself and got rescued by the guy Tyr tried to scare away from me a while ago." She smiled at Caleb for a second.
"Looks like it didn't work."

[Max452]

"Obviously." Tyr sneered.

Einar sighed. "Marola, whether you knew it or not, your mind called out when you tried to commit suicide." He glanced at all of them. "I can care less about your differences with one another, but we have a larger problem: Kalri and her lover may have heard your cries and moved from her position. And to make matters worse, both Marola and Tyr aren't exactly in fighting pose." He glanced at both of them. "If we're to get her back to the castle safely, we need to move now." He crossed his arms with annoyance. "I will not fail this mission because of your lack of cooperation with one another and for your own stupidities." His demeanor became more tense and irritated.
"Blame the idiot." Tyr sneered again and pointed a thumb at Marola.
"Shut up, Tyr. You're as much to blame. Don't think I know not of what happened before between you three..." Einar snapped back. "Gather your strengths as fast as you can. Whether you are ready or not, we leave in 10 minutes." He glanced up at Stigandr and told him to land.

[Tismri]

OOC: now it is time to introduce time paradoxes. When this thread started out, it was supposed to be before Jeriah and Lathem met. Now I shall magically make it after she died and came back to life. lol!
Jeriah awoke with a start and looked around the room. She thought she heard someone call for help nearby, though she did not feel the call was for her.
Oranthor? she asked.
I heard it, too. Someone is on the borders of our land. Several people, in fact. I recognize one of them as Caleb. I don't know the others.
I'm going out there. Be close if there's trouble. She got up carefully, not wanting to wake Lathem. She put on a Varden uniform and strapped her orange Rider's sword to her side. She lithely made her way down the stairs. She did not need to take a light with her; her own light was shining from her. She walked silently through the forest until she saw four people gathered around, talking. One of them was Caleb. She recognized the woman as one of the witnesses of her death. The other two men she did not know. The first wore a mask (OOC: I assume) that covered the lower half of his face. She could hear him speaking angrily, though she could not make out what he was saying. Then she observes the other man.
The only way she could describe him was painfully attractive. As she got closer, her light revealed his dark hazel eyes and bluish-black hair. His features were very nice to look at. But there was something in his attractive face that repelled her. Something dark and sinister.
Since she could not hide herself due to her ever-present light, she walked out among the people there.
"Greetings, travelers," she told them, "What brings you to this area of the Spine?"
~~~~~
Marola turned when she saw a light enter the clearing. She stared at the girl in shock. Was this the one who had died and came back to life? She looked older now, and more mature. A glowing radiance came off her skin, shining through the Varden uniform she wore. She was unmistakable. This was Jeriah.

[Max452]

OOC: Yup, Einar has his mask on.

Einar sharply turned at the new arrival of a young woman. Studying her quietly, he recognized the Varden uniform. Anger flowed through him as he remembered the treatment his mother encountered from them.
Tyr turned his neck, watching the newcomer, knowing that she was of the Varden.

"Our business is our own." Einar shot out and glanced at Tyr, who seemed to understand what Einar wanted. He nodded and began to walk over to Jeriah's other side, while Einar motioned to the other. "What business does a Varden soldier have in the Empire?" Tyr asked. "Giving yourself up to the Empire, perhaps?" Tyr smirked, hoping the answer was no; he hadn't had a proper fight since Marola.
Einar watched Jeriah quietly, conflicted with Gianna and his mother's treatment in the past. However, he placed his hand on his hilt, not taking any chances.

[Tismri]

Jeriah smiled and her light grew more intense, filling the forest with a glow almost as bright as day. She carefully watched the man walking toward her.
"I've already tried," she told them, "in exchange for the freedom of a certain man in Galbatorix's charge. I insisted on dying, because I would never betray the Varden. Apparently Galbatorix should learn to keep a closer watch on his bodies. You never know when one of them will come back to life.
"As to what I am doing here, this happens to be my home. If you mean to harm me or my property, I shall have to defend it." She pulled out her orange Rider's sword, which had no glyph on it as of yet. She had not yet decided on a name for it. She looked from one man to the other, noticing how they were now on either side of her.
So, they want a fight? Well this will be interesting.
Be careful, Jeriah, Oranthor told her, I do not doubt these men have had far more training than you.
I know that, she said, Which is why I've studied magic extensively. Plus, she added with a mental grin, If worst come to worst, I can always blind them. She didn't move her sword to attack or defend, hoping they would not even have to fight. Oranthor landed behind her and stared down the two men, making his presence known.
The one with the mask is a Rider, he told her, I can sense his dragon nearby. Balvir is close, too, and the woman's dragon.
The other man is not a Rider? she asked.
No...he's not a Rider.
Nice to know.
OOC: Randomness, but it just crossed my mind just how absurdly funny it is to annoy Tyr! It seriously is! I have no idea why, but it is incredibly fun and hilarious!

[Max452]

Tyr pretended to yawn. "Blah blah." Tyr eyed the orange sword with amusement. "As if I have any interest in your property...but you on the other hand.." He tilted his head and his eyes focused on her figure.
"Shut up Tyr." Einar told him. He looked at Jeriah. "We're passing through. We mean you no harm unless you mean us harm." He eyed Jeriah carefully, knowing that she carried a Rider sword.