OOC: Well most of the other topics I'm on have been moving quite slowly and this story has been working through my head for a long time. Now I'll just give a little bit of what the White Hand is. (Bye the way anyone can join)

The White hand is an extension of the Varden, but is not part of the rebel group. It was formed in response to Galbatorix's group of assassins, The Black Hand, and Is stationed all over the Empire. It was formed when a spy for the Varden found a huge network of underground tunnels in the Empire. While exploring them he found to his great delight that they most likely worked their way to every city of the empire. He kept the information to himself however, and formed his own rebel group and dubbed it The White Hand. For a number of years, the group grew until the underground tunnels where like a miniature town, but also a castle. This story begins about 30 years after the founding of the group. (please note that the "spy" in this story is not the one who formed the White Hand...)




The figure pushed its way through the crowded square to find out what was going on. The commotion had started a few moments before, and the whole town had fallen into chaos. A husky voice rang out above the clamor and commotion of the people gathered in the town’s center, and the figure listened intently.

“This man ‘as been charged with disloyalty to the Empire and the Empire’s great king, Galbatorix!”

The voice was soon drowned out by shouts and screams directed against the “disloyal” man. The figure decided to get a better look and pushed through the crowd. Suddenly stopping, he gave a gasp of despair.

“No! Not our spy!” He whispered to himself. Everything had gone wrong.
“Well there is no saving him now…” the figure thought to himself with a sigh, and slowly turned around to leave. However, the voice soon resounded through the square again.

“Quiet ye daft bilge rats and listen to what I ‘av to say!” He roared at the crowd.
Soon the people had quieted down. With a loud intake of breath the man began again, “There’s a ‘hole group of the rascals…call ‘emselves the white hand…” The man, and with him the crowd, roared with laughter…the figures hidden face remained grim.
“Aye, there’s a ‘hole bunch of ‘em and it be our job to flush ‘em out…and kill ‘em!” The men in the crowd shouted in anticipation, while the women and children drifted off. The speaker’s voice boomed out again, “Startin’ with this one!” The man drew a long dagger from his worn belt and raised it to strike the captive. An arrow whistled through the air and struck the speaker between the eyes…he fell without a sound. The crowd, now only men, screamed in rage and looked around for the person who had fired the arrow. The figure allowed himself a grim smile and pushed his way to the front of the square. Another figure, carrying a bow and arrow, made it next to him in short order.

“There he is!” a voice rang out from among the people. “He killed good ‘ole Sam!”

The crowd turned on the second figure and began advancing, all the while growling murderous threats. The first figure then spoke, “Well if your going to try and kill us we might as well have some help!”

Doing a backflip, the figure landed next to the captive, and with a strong upward slash of his sword severed the bonds. With a quick movement he tossed Sam’s dagger into his free hand, and gave it to the spy. “Lets try to finish this quickly,” He whispered to the man, “The others are waiting.”
“Sure thing Alec.” he replied.

The men continued advancing. Alec and the other two men were preparing to do battle. Alec had an idea. “I think I know of a way that we can get out of this without a fight,” he whispered to the other two.
“And what would that be, my dear friend?” inquired the man with the bow.
Alec twitched his head in the direction of a musty, dark alley to their right. “You see that, Jason?” he asked.
Jason gave a slight smile. “Yes I do,” he replied, “It leads to one of our secret entranceways doesn’t it…”
Now it was the spy’s turn to smile, “Yes, I believe it does…”
“Let’s try it…” suggested Alec.
Jason took a look at the angry men advancing and replied, “Good idea…how about…now?!”
The three men rushed down the alley, and the townsmen let out a great bellow…the chase was on!

Jason, Alec, and the spy dashed through the narrow walkway. The men chasing them
fired arrows continuously, but the action slowed them down. Soon however, an arrow struck Alec. With a grunt he stumbled, but kept his balance.
“You guys go on.” He said “It only hit my leg and I can defeat any one of them.”
“Are you sure?” asked Jason. Just then, an arrow whizzed by, just missing the spy’s head.
“He’s sure!” the spy replied.
Alec grinned as the spy ran down the alley. Jason gave a look of concern and then took off as well. Alec drew his sword and turned around toward the men.
“Come on you slimy devils…” he whispered to himself. “Kill me if you can!”

The hooded man grabbed Jason and the spy by the arms, pulling them behind a building in to the dark.. "Shh...." he whispered. He then stepped out from behind the corner and shot the man closest to Alec in the heart. "Lessons with my brother have payed off." He smirked. The hooded man then gave his bow and arrows to Jason. "I saw that shot. Kill these fools." And with that, he drew Wilae from its sheath. He had finally gotten a Dragon Rider sword. Will His brother had come up with the name. The hooded man had the will to do anything. Reality washed over him as he stabbed a man in the heart. Weiss Heill! The hooded figure only whispered, taking the arrow out of Alec's leg. He felled the drop in his energy and then it rise again. A green dragon circled over head. Hang in there boy. I'm just thinking how you are no longer the child you once were. Alec and The hooded man fought side by side, Jason shooting arrows, when a man pulled the hooded man's hood off.

Danagon stood there, and stabbed the man in the heart. Andep flew over head. Drenor's worried! Get to the White Hand!Drenor is my older brother, true, but I am the older rider. He can calm down.

Danagon looked through his mind till he found the right words. Leviate he whispered in the ancient language. When he was high enough he jumped on the roof and chased Alec. Danagon knew little about Dornagh. I will fly overhead.They jumped past another roof. Danagon looked down at the ground only to see someone pointing at them and yelling something. Hljodhr. He muttered. The man quickly muted, and was so amazed that he couldn't talk that he ran inside. Anyone who looked to see where the man was pointing was now back to normal. They jumped another roof. "Alec, I need to know exactly who Dornagh is."

I will fly to the eastern entrance. It is big enough for me. Andep said as he flew away. Alec and Danagon jumped through the hole in the roof. At instinct, Danagon drew Wilae as soon as he saw a figure in the shadows. The figure slowly raised his fingers to his lips. Danagon looked at Alec. The figure then walked forward in to the light.

Drenor stood there facing his brother and a stranger. He figured the stranger must be Alec. "Eliza is meeting Andep at the Eastern entrance." She wants to spend time alone with him. He added through their mental contact. Drenor then looked at the man he supposed to be Alec. "Hello, I am Drenor. Danagon's elder brother."I can kill you right now, remember that before you make it look like your more skilled than me.Now why would you do that? Drenor smirked. Suddenly there was a crack from a floor board in the basement. "I suppose that is Jason and our spy." Danagon said. Drenor quietly drifted back in to the shadows of the room, gesturing with a finger for them to follow him.

OOC: before I continue this, who said the words in black?

OOC: Danagon. Here I''l fix my siggy quick so everyone knows Danagon speaks in black, Eliza in This color. Andep in Green and Drenor a navy blue

OOC: thanks.

Alec gave a half smile as he listened to the two brothers. A creak from the basement alerted him. "Those arn't our friends," he wispered, "They would be in the tunnels by now..." Alec cautiously decended the steps.

OOC: Can u kinda tell me what you wanna happen next? Ha ha, sort of blank for what Danagon and Drenor should do.

They can just follow Alec and then you can be creative...

Alec nodded at the patched up door. "Good thinking Drenor," he whispered, "We'll make a rebel out of you yet." Alec moved to the walls of the basement and drew his sword. He tapped lightly until a hallow note was struck. He reached to the ground and opened a secret latch. Drawing out a vial of water from the opening he splashed some on his hand. Alec then rubbed the water over the place where he had heard the hallow sound until a fine past flowed away revealing a small hole He withdrew a key from inside his cloak and stuck it in the hole, and with a slight twist of his wrist turned the piece of metal until a click sounded. He whispered, "That will set off a chain reaction which the door watcher will hear." He glanced around at the two men with him, "He will open the doors and," Alec paused, "We will enter the first of the tunnels..."

OOC: And this is only the first secret entrance lol.

Alec thought about the options for a while and then answered, "We will have to move on...although something is not right..." Alec began walking down the tunnel.

OOC: Sorry that it was so short...

Leath stepped foreward into the throne room of King Galbatorix. Galbatorix had reacently given him orders to flush out the White Hand. Now Leath had a few questions to ask about how many men would be needed and supplies and such. Leath looked out the window near the throne. It would be a very difficult task.

Ok, here's the order: Me, Aorian, and Leath. However, since I went before Leath I'll give Aorian a turn first.

Danagon ran down the steps, and then the streets. People didn't bother glancing at him. He looked over his shoulder to see Alec and Drenor following him. "This is my stop." Drenor said when they ran pass a small house. Danagon wished him good luck and as soon as he went through the doorway continued running. He came to another house. "This is where he lives, isn't it?"

OOC: Just a question, where are our charrys at this moment?

OOC: I really think this RP is dead *he he*


But they are at the city under the earth and at Dornagh's door atm

OOC: Lol, I think you are right.

"Yes it is." Alec replied. "We will enter, but remember, mind yourself...I don't want you dead just yet." Alec opened the door and stepped inside...