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Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay




September 20th, Year 7999 AC:

A captured princess's last act as the egg-bearer is to send her charge to safety, but her magic isn't quite strong enough. The blue treasure lands in The Spine, where it will be found by a young human boy.

Elsewhere a human sorcerer flees from a small town in the middle of the Empire, running for his life. He is hunted by agents of the king for his knowledge of a dangerous secret, and to protect this secret, the sorcerer risks everything and loses. The agents find nothing helpful on his body and reluctantly return to the king empty handed.

October 10th, Year 7999 AC:

In the village of Carvahall, a blue stone cracks open, and a dragon reveals herself to her rider.

Further to the south, a small village known as Mashal lies on the western banks of the Ramr River. On the outskirts, the wards around an abandoned hut have failed, it's contents open for anyone to find. Sitting on a nearly bare desk is a letter;

I have found something incredible, and it will change everything in the Empire! The king was not so thorough as we thought, and his mistake will be his undoing. I need you to come to Mashal as soon as you can, I cannot protect this treasure alone. I fear my letter to the elves was intercepted, we don't have much time, if you don't arrive before the ninth month ends I will be forced to assume the worst and continue without you.

I cannot stress enough how important it is that you come. Know that what I have discovered here is too dangerous to put into words that might be found by the king's agents. You once told me you wanted to leave his service, this is that time.

Meet me outside the village, I do not wish to endanger the smallfolk by associating with them and drawing the king's ire.
Terryn Mericson


The letter appears unfinished, and there is no name to identify who the receiver was meant to be, though near the bottom is a signed name of the writer.

OOC:


I had a few ideas kicking around for this, but in the end I decided to stick with what we know and love; the story of Eragon and Dragon Riders. The occupants of the made up town called Mashal, or a few of them at least, will discover the hut and the letter within. A curious exploration of the hut will reveal a wall that swings open like a door and a staircase that leads down a tunnel. Within the tunnel will be a secret cache of dragon eggs and a few notes from the rider that put them there. I didn't want to spoil even that much, but that's only the beginning and there's plenty more to the story than that planned.

The dates give us a timeline so we know what's happening where, up until the changes of our character's presence start influencing things anyway. I plan to keep up with the dates in the roleplay as well, so we can be sure of when we are.

There are plenty of resources online for the timeline, the ancient language, and magic, so it shouldn't be difficult to keep our facts straight. That said, this is a fan work and the canon isn't perfect or fully fleshed, so straying here and there, making up a few words for the ancient language or a town or something, that's all fine.

Character Sheet:



Keep this one in your back pocket, it's not needed right away seeing as we start pre-dragons.
Cool! I'll start pulling something together! I've got a few ideas in the works. Last time I put up a interest check there wasn't a response at all, so I figured I'd see if there was even an interest in the fandom before I got too invested.
Would there be any interest in a roleplay in the Inheritance Cycle Universe?
I don't really have any idea what's going on. So Legs (sorry, nn are so much easier to remember) was shot by a local Grounder analogue? And then blew a horn summoning more? Who or aren't there now?


Mike cast a speculative look at Oliver's back as the boy went to bed, but then shrugged and went to work unpacking his own things. He'd always had trouble going to bed early, too many late nights in the muggle world probably. Moving about quietly in the dark, long after everyone had gone to bed, was something of a skill he'd acquired. "Mobiliarbus," he incanted quietly. Various objects began floating out of his trunk, school books rising to wait patiently in the air and a new set of clean robes hanging themselves on the wall even though there was nothing to hang from. A bowl swooped off to the bottom of the bed, and hundreds of small, perfectly round red balls dropped into it; Mercy's cat food.

Speaking of Mercy, the cat had taken off to explore as soon as Oliver had abandoned him. It wouldn't be long before the cat was forcefully returned to the room by skittish house elves. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, Mercy would vanish into the halls and reappear at the feet of a prefect or professor and bother them until they gave in and gave him attention or ordered the house elves to take the cat back to it's owner.

Mike decided not to wait up for him, instead locking up his trunk and striping down and redressing himself in bumblebee pajamas. He slept soundly for a change, unstressed by a foreign environment and relieved to be home- because Hogwarts was definitely home.

@Classpet




By early morning Mercy's food bowl was empty, but the cat was still nowhere to be seen. Mike wasn't worried. He stumbled through the morning rituals; nabbing a shower the second the bathroom was empty, dressing himself in the robes he'd set out the night before, and brushing his teeth in the charmed mirror, following the reflective personality's advice as he did. By breakfast he was more awake and eager to begin the day, it didn't matter that his first class was with Bellfree, DADA not being his favourite class, at least he was back at Hogwarts. The school was literally where the magic happens, and any class at all was better than another strained day with his parents.

He followed Oliver tot he back of the class, dropping into a seat beside him and hiding an amused grin when he noticed he was rushing through his summer homework.
Who're the gryffs? :/
@Classpet

I'll be happy with whatever you do, I've never gotten art of an oc before! (Granted it is a face claim so his appearance isn't that original, but still!)

@josephb

Wow, we posted within seconds of each other. :D


Mike grinned, Mercury always brought a smile to his face, the cat was both simple and uncomplicated. He was one of the best things to ever happen to him, second only to Hogwarts itself. He flicked his wand in the general direction of his bed as they entered the dorm, prompting the chest that sat on it to open slowly. By the time they stood in front of it a simple box had risen out of the chest and landed on the foot of his bed. He opened the lid to the cardboard box, latched in a way as to only be openable from the outside, and gently pulled a sleeping kitten from the mat within and cradled it in his arms.

"Finite," he incanted, swishing his wand and sheathing it in the same motion, as if to hide the evidence of magic from the cat. Being part Kneazle, it was likely that was the case. "Mercy? Come on, wake up." Mike prodded the sleeping kitten, scratching his head. "Mercy, Ollie's here to see you."

That got the cat's attention, realizing that Oliver's presence must mean they were back at Hogwarts, Mercy's eyes popped open and the now fully awake kitten fled Mike's arms with speed. He landed on the bed and bounced to the floor, landing at Oliver's feet and letting out a string of incomprehensible mews as he began pacing around his feet in that annoying way cats did when they wanted something from you. Mike smiled, used to being shunned by Mercy the first few days back at school, the cat was just too curious to sit by Mike's side when there was a whole castle to get reacquainted with. "He does really like you," Mike commented offhandedly with a small smile, Mercy liked a lot of people, but he only ever demanded attention from a few people.

@Classpet
Netso.
I kinda want a bit more light shown on what's going on before I respond? Arrow flies from nowhere and then what? Kaleb has fancy eyes, so he should probs be able to find the shooter if they don't come out themselves. I need some info pls!
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