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Galen Derricson


Gale listened intently to the others' concerns, forcing his own worries away and focusing on coming to a solution. He didn't really need to go back did he? He worried for a moment about his parents, but it was safer if they didn't know anything, right? And he had everything he needed to survive, and potentially to feed his dragon, and the others' too if he had too.

He hoped his skills were up to the task anyway.

"Right," he said seriously, his voice sure for once. He wasn't as certain as he sounded, but right now nobody knew what to do, or couldn't agree on what to do, so his plan was the best course of action he could think of. "Demund, you and Alph will go back to the village. Gren and I will stay here with the dragons, salvage what we can-" bury Lanarí, "and find something to eat." The mind attached to Gale's own perked up at that. "Try to avoid mentioning us, but if you have to answer any questions say we split up and you two started talking about leaving. You'll go and get whatever supplies you can, pack your things, and meet us back here."

He withheld the advice to be quick, a rushed goodbye would only hurt.

"We'll wait for you." He assured them, giving them both his best earnest look.
Knocked that out in literally 0 seconds, so forgive my terribleness.
@Classpet@TheHangedMan@josephb



Fog spells, Mike decided, are annoying things. Before long his pages were obscured everytime someone moved too suddenly, sending fog shooting up just high enough to block out the words. Then, as those practicing got better at the spell, combined with the sheer number of spells being cast, the fog was thick enough to obscure the air in front of him even without being disturbed.

He stood abruptly, getting his head above the fog to look to the window. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said under his breath. Aiming the spell at the latch that held the window shut. It flicked up, unlocking the seal. The spell was followed quickly by a poking jinx, nudging the door open softly.

The breeze quickly carried the fog out, sending it billowing out of the room and down the side of the castle.

Much relieved by the more manageable level of fog in the air, Mike began experimenting with the spell himself. Starting with a small trail of smoke from the tip of his wand and gradually growing the size to that of a large cloud. He ended the spell after that, a satisfied grin on his face. He cast a few more charms to help empty the room of smoke out the window, small breezes transporting gusts of fog.

After a bit more visibility had returned to the window, Mike finally took note of the Forbidden Forest and the CoMC class loitering around outside it. Was something going on?

He didn't hear Oliver's comment about the fog spell being used on the train, so he didn't reply. Instead he said; "What's that?" gesturing to the commotion outside with the end of his wand.
It was probably my turn to post and I got distracted... Sorreh fronds! :o

I started an Eragon RP and I've been tending to that when I can, but mostly I've been horizontal for like the past week because of a problem with my spine that has been very painful and quite uncomfortable, it's made staying online for any amount of time a bit of a chore, so I kind of didn't notice this had slipped under my radar. Dunno how, I was so excited about starting a revolution and joining a potentially corrupt (possibly terrorist) organization to wreak havoc across the wizarding world!

I'm still excited, now that my brain has decided to learn the joys of having a functioning memory for once! I'll get a post up tomorrow.
@Classpet tbh he's perf :D the hair is spot on and his eyebrows are the best thing to ever exist
@BurningCold I feel bad, Galen could be so much nicer to Gren, but he's just not even thinking. :O

As for the gem and the vision, it's a small memory from Lanarí's point of view. The memory was played out in one of my posts for Galen. Feel free to decide how much Gren feels from her, either just seeing through her eyes or feeling her grief as well). Galen just gave it to him so he'd understand why Gale didn't approve that Gren was so callous about her body.
Galen Derricson


Galen's eyes bounced from one dragonling to the next, taking in their newest companions. Somehow, he didn't think this was going to end well. Four new Dragon Riders, another four unhatched eggs- We're going to die, he thought worriedly. The King is going to want us dead-, he withheld a flinch as new thought occured to him, the first riders since the Forsworn, he's not going to want us dead, he's going to want us as slaves! It took a moment for him to calm himself, to realize that so far Galbatorix didn't know anything, if he had then the eggs would be in Uru'baen, not in some dingy cave unattended where anyone could find them.

Reassured that they weren't likely to fall over dead and second now, Gale forced himself to refocus on the others.

Hot anger burned in his chest when he saw Gren searching Lanarí's body. At least Alph was showing some sympathy- and some brains. He'd come to the same conclusion, they weren't safe. No matter how amazing being a Dragon Rider should have been, it wouldn't be so great when they were forced to be on the run.

"Her name was Lanarí." He said suddenly, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the blue gem. He tossed it across the room to Gren. The thing had shown him a vision of her, and somehow he knew it would do so to every new person who touched it. He wondered how it came to be, after all, it wasn't like the elven woman had made it herself, she was too overcome by grief. Maybe whoever discovered the cave before them? This Terryn person who wrote the unfinished letter? But why make a gem hold a memory of that particular moment? How would that even work? He mentally shrugged, brushing it off as magic.

Later he would realize that isn't exactly how magic worked.

"You're right," he continued, talking to Alph now. "We can't stay. It's too dangerous; for us and our families." It was likely the Empire would come knocking eventually, but the sooner they disappeared the less likely that was, and if they kept their mouths shut then no one would know where they came from and wouldn't be able to trace the back to Mashal.

In a way, Galen was almost excited. His fear was abating, being replaced by a lighter curious feeling. He'd always wanted to see the world, to go learn everything there was to know, and this was his chance. There was no imminent danger to spike or reinforce his fear, so he was left with an cautiously intrigued outlook as the thoughts of the King and the threat he posed faded to the back of his mind. Then, of course, the feeling was crushed as a thought came to him. "But where can we go? I mean, they're dragons, how do you hide that?"
Gale can stay behind with them. He doesn't necessarily need anything, he has his axe, his bow, his horse, and he read the letter, which had made him nervous since reading the line 'endanger the smallfolk'. His parents are the smallfolk. He's probably going to be the only one voting let's leave now.
In the interest of convenience and accuracy, I will try to have more information available on upcoming zones. If you'd prefer not to know until it happens then say so, but for now some information on the surrounding areas from an OOC POV:




- Burnt Path:

A battle has clearly taken place here, and a body has been left plain in the middle of the path. There is a gash in his chest where a sword dealt a fatal blow. His clothes are fine, if dirty, signifying his wealth. Strange dents in the ground and the burnt flora reveals a magical battle took place here to those who know how to look for those signs. The man is Terryn Mericson, the man who originally found the eggs and wrote the unfinished letter in the hut. Loot includes letters to those he's in contact with, which could lead to allies or information about the state of the Empire, as well as some coin, jewelry, and basic traveling supplies. He took Lanarí's rider sword, but it was the only thing looted from his corpse. It is now in the hands of the Empire.

- Mashal:

Because a Rider sword was found on the man, an agent of the Empire's new order (which is in it's infant stages and is a construct of my own built to even the field and thus is unknown to players and characters alike) has been sent to the nearby town to sniff out what happened to the wielder. Because no one knows anything about the sword, the agent has become threatening and is using certain abilities of hers to... do something. :P

Three villagers are dead (nobodies, not anyone related to the characters), and their bodies are being burnt. The village is scared and outraged, and everyone has sealed themselves in their homes for the day, making it apper like a ghost town except for the charred remains in the center of the village. If the characters come back to town, expect them to see this.

- The Egg Cave:

Pretty much all thats been said so far in the ic is all that's needed. It's a big dark tunnel turned into a makeshift hiding place by a clever rider, who then succumbed to grief after the death of her dragon. Eight eggs are spread haphazardly around the room, as well as a satchel off in a corner somewhere containing the rider's supplies; dried ink, more blank paper, some coin, a map of Alagaesia as it was 100 years ago. Some jewelry, most of which is inset with gems. All of her written belongings, including the journal Gale collected, are written in the Ancient Language.

- The Eastern Hills:

This is the flooded location the group traveled through to reach the hut, it is mostly uninhabited in the locations around them. Moving too far north, south, or east however, and you will no doubt run into bandit or slaver camps. Returning back across the Ramr river however is much safer, except for the fact the empire has a stronger presence there.




So these are the primary locations of note in the area, however nothing has to come of them. We could just as easily turn north and spare the complications of goodbyes and explanations to the villagers, which might endanger them further, and simply head to the elves right away.

If we take that option however, we will have to stop at a small noname village for supplies before we get anywhere near anything big. This is what I'm going to call a 'locked event'. We have to stop because it's necessary for the plot that we meet someone there. As for imagery for the town we stop at for this event, just picture what you did for Mashal. Small quiet village, not really on the empire's radar (except for taxes!) simple people working hard to survive. Nothing extraordinary or noteworthy except for who we'll meet there.
@ViolentViolet Take your time, we'll collect you once you're ready.
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