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Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

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Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

So. There will be eight eggs. So eight dragons, which means eight riders. Nine, even, because Saphira and Eragon. Oh, ten, Murtagh and Thorn. Maybe eleven because Arya and Firnen. Depends on how things happen. BUT! Eight original dragons. Three canon. (galby isn't playable, sorry peps.) That's the limit I'm putting in place as of now, we will only have slots for eight riders until the Rock and the Vault. Everyone else will have to be non-rider characters.

So far we have five; Galen and Kolysakr, Grendel and Onam, Alphonse and Ashwing, Demund and Damascus, and Zyloria and her as yet unsubmitted dragon. I know one more person wants to join when Elvish characters become available, so that's potentially six riders so far. Those of you lurking (if there are any) or those just checking out the RP now and have some interest, be aware there is potentially only two slots left for riders.

Also, sorry. Got a bit dark when I just plopped a rotting dead rider in the corner. :O And no, there isn't a rider sword on her. That is long gone.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Galen Derricson

Galen was right behind the other two, just as curious and eager to see what lay in the hidden chamber as they were. He followed closely behind Alph, and only realized they'd reached the bottom of the stairs when the older boy stumbled on the flat chamber floor. The room was large, and perfectly smooth. There was no way this place was natural, and yet it's perfect edges and walls defied physical construction.

This place was built by magic.

He only left Alph's side when he was directed to read the more letters while the others explored the cave. The parchments were stacked in a leather cover, as if it were meant to be a book or journal, but there was no binding and the papers were falling out slightly. He didn't notice the gem in the dark, but when he picked up the papers it fell from the book with a loud plopping sound.

It was dark blue and expertly cut, and it glittered beautifully even in the dim torchlight that had moved further away by then. Gale reached to pick it up and gasped when his fingers brushed the cool surface, a foreign feeling shooting into his mind.

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Ghirian wasn't far, he was coming with the last batch soon. Picking which eggs could and couldn't be saved was hard, and terribly unfair, but so far Ghirian had been correct. Galbatorix was hunting down the eggs he knew of, but the more recent dragon mothers weren't as well known to him. Taking one or two eggs from their clutch was something no one, not even the traitorous Forsworn, was likely to pick up on.

A feeling of panic welled within her suddenly, transmitted through her link to Ghirian. "Kialandí is here!" The dragon called to his rider desperately. Instantly Lanarí regretted staying behind to ward the cave. She should be there! Ghirian didn't stand a chance against Kialandí and her dragon, certainly not alone!

"No!" She screamed suddenly when Ghirian stifled their link. She knew he was preventing her from seeing his death, which meant he knew he wasn't going to make it back.

But nothing could spare her from the sudden pain that seared her heart and mind at Ghirian's violent death, their link shattering to pieces amidst her scream of grief and agony.

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It had only been a moment, not even half a second, but Galen returned to his own thoughts confused and disoriented. He stood abruptly from where he was crouched, eyes swinging to land on the spot in the far corner of the room where he- no, where Lanarí, an Elven Dragon Rider from before the Fall, had been been standing.

He flinched at seeing her corpse.

She was crouched before an egg, her arms around her legs and leaning forward. She hadn't the heart to continue on after Ghirian's death, and so she had wasted away here, in the place they'd risked their lives to keep hidden. Gale's eyes swept the room, finding Alph crouched before an egg as well, though thankfully not dead, and many other eggs of varied colors around the room. His eyes returned to Lanarí.

He started towards her, sapphire in one hand, pages in the other, and a sticky kind of sadness in his heart. He was unsure what he meant to do when he reached her, he wanted to offer comfort but she was... dead. It was probably for the best that he hadn't then.

As he passed a white egg, it squeaked at him. He paused, just in time for the egg to split in half and four-legged, wobbly creature to crawl out. He stood there facing it a little dumbstruck, his thoughts still cloudy from the strange mental vision given to him by the gem.

Suddenly it all clicked into place. The letter, the vision, the girl, the eggs- Dragon Riders! The man who wrote the letter found the eggs, that was what he meant when he said the King hadn't been as thorough as he had thought, and the eggs were hidden by the Rider, Lanarí, and now they'd found the eggs too and they were hatching! He was going to be a godsdamned Dragon Rider!

Of course, they could have been wild dragon eggs, but the thought didn't occur to Galen. It would have been wrong if it had in any case.

He crouched down on one knee, a soft star-struck hello on his lips as he lifted his right hand in greeting, only for the dragon to growl impatiently and headbutt his hand. A kind of pain he'd never felt before lanced from the location, and he jerked his hand back in shock, cradling it as if it's been burnt, but the feeling was fading quickly. A brief check over revealed a strange silvery insignia had appeared on his flesh.

"What was that for?" The pain had been enough to chase the awe from his thoughts, leaving him grumbling in discomfort and gazing at the white scaled dragon uncertainly.

Another foreign presence flashed into his mind, this one simple and childlike instead of empty and fleeting like the one from the gem, which he'd dropped into his pocket. A feeling reached him not unlike that of hunger, and he realized it was the dragon speaking to him- as much as a baby could at any rate. Another feeling reached him, that of disgust, and the hatchling glanced disdainfully over at the dead body.

Lanarí was on the far side of the room, still largely cloaked in shadows. Nothing caught the light around her, and he could not make anything out but her hunched shape in the corner. He could not smell her, as he knew the dead most certainly smelled awful, but he got the distinct feeling the little reptile could pick up on the faint scent of decay and death.

Gale shuddered, reaching his hand out to pet the dragon as an offer of comfort. Belatedly he realized trying to touch it had already hurt him, and it was a little machine of teeth and razor claws that could easily take a finger if he was t careful. Nothing of the sort happened however, and the sack of scales lept into his arms without waiting for invitation.

The feeling of hunger was further pressed into his mind. "Fine," he muttered grudgingly, "we'll get food." He was actually quite hungry himself, given their trek through the hills to get here- which now that the pull was no longer in his head, he found the whole thing very unnerving.

Oh.

He stood, dragon in his arms, and turned to look for the others. What do they think of all this? His eyes landed on Alph and a little scaley thing around his shoulders.

Oh.

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Mashal

Three bodies, seconds ago rapidly cooling, now caught flame. A red headed woman dressed in leather and weaponry glared around at the appalled villagers and began heading east out of town.

Towards the bridge.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

@Gisk@Forsythe

A thing about Riders, their magic is best done when channeled through the hand with the insignia, usually their dominant hand, and the magic is the same color as that of their dragon.

Having the insignia on one's chest... I'll let you guys figure out how that works, 'cause I don't know. Not a clue. :O

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

@Forsythe It's a good system, makes a lot of sense. :p I use that myself.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

@Forsythe Everyone's clearly interested in the house and their discovery, but since no one has to explain it's better not to, in their minds at least, because what if it's just them and they sound crazy? Despite evidence to the contrary, I'd be a little distracted and probably wouldn't notice the others' feelings myself.

Oh, and yes, yes it was worth it. :P

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Galen Derricson

Gale's eyebrows rose in surprise, disappearing beneath his hair. This was "Treason." he finished the thought aloud, answering Gren's question. "Harboring information, plotting against the King, consorting with the Elves." This was big, much bigger than their small village, and it was dangerous. In the village of Ferris, a slightly larger settlement to the north of Mashal, the king's agents accused the villagers of working for the Varden, no less than ten people were executed. That was over seven years ago now, but the event served as a perfect example of what could happen to them.

They should leave.

But Gale didn't want to.

Alph found something in the wall, or about the wall- didn't matter, Gale's curiosity wouldn't let him ignore it. He swung his axe after the others made room and promptly smashed through, as if the wood was made of paper. Which it was.

Frowning, Gale gripped the edges of the hole and pulled the paper away. The material had been changed, altered by magic to appear like wood, and stretch across a doorway, but it felt and acted like paper. It was masterful work, there were even real gaps between the plank-like sheets, but in seconds he had tore it all away to reveal a dingy stairway carved from stone leading deep into the hill.

There was a torch on the floor, and a small pile of flint beside it on the first step. Using his axe and a share of flint he lit the torch in only a few quick strikes. The dark of the room beyond abated slightly and he lifted the torch from the floor before it could scorch the stone, he then promptly handed it off to the nearest set of hands and raising his axe nervously. "The letter said there was treasure." He admitted uncertainly, unsure what that information would do or mean, but it was the only explanation he had as to why there might be a secret passage in a strange but in the middle of the woods.

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@ViolentViolet If you don't read the whole of the IC, I recommend reading at least the second page. It's not very long anyway, but that part should give you a good visual of where we are right now.

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Galen Derricson

Gale had a number of oddities about him, but a fear of water was certainly not one of them, in fact he loved to swim in the river. That didn't make Gren's trip through the dirty ponds, no doubt filled with submerged plants and hidden rocks, at all appealing. No, Gale wasn't going through the water, but he rather thought haste was important, so he started after the other two.

He didn't even get that muddy.

He was last to reach the door though, and he listened to the Demund's observations curiously. When there was no answer to Alph's knocking, Gale took that to mean no one was home, yet given its recent appearance, someone must live here.

But that was wrong. Some strange part of him just utterly disagreed. Whoever lived here was dead. They were dead and their treasure needed to be found right now.

He pushed lightly on the door, but there was a lock on the inside.

Oh well.

In two short motions he drew his axe from his belt loop and smashed its blade straight into the center of the door, cutting a deep gash into the wooden face. Then he followed the move with a kick that finished splitting the door vertically in half. It caved in on its hinges, the other half hanging on to the frame only by the lock that had denied him entrance the easy way.

An air of seriousness hung over the group, the pull that reached out to them was close, yet the home was nearly bare. A sack filled with blank parchment was knocked over the floor, littering the far side of the room with loose papers. The only furnishings were a simple wooden cot cushioned by an odd green material, soft to the touch and yet reminiscent of the texture belonging to leaves, and a stone desk was shoved against the wall by the door. A wooden chair was broken beneath it.

On the desk was an inkwell, long dried out, and a couple quills that we're drifting away as the breeze from the doorway swirled around the room. More interestingly was a small leather sack, the size of a pocket, that appeared almost like a coin purse. It actually was a coin purse, a handful of silver and copper coins within; not an especially rich haul, but more than any of the village boys were likely to have.

More important than that however was the letter.

(Refer to the first post of the OOC.)

Gale surveyed the hut for a moment from his position in the doorway, and then slowly made his way into the room to investigate the letter, still holding the axe loosely in his right hand.

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@ViolentViolet They headed over the east bridge, which normally most people don't bother going that way because there's hills, the trees are sparse, and not as much hunting game. Perfect place to disappear for some quiet time to practice shadow boxing. Couple of dumb boys frolicking about in the woods might catch her attention. Then she just has to follow.

If it's them stumbling upon her practicing your looking for then you may want to hold off until they start traveling together, so far they're done wandering the woods until after they leave with a dragon goody bag.