OOC: Okay, so, this'll be my first time RPing on a forum in awhile, so please forgive me if the first few posts are horrible. I haven't got a huge, epic storyline thought up, but I have a few ideas, so I'll try to work on it a bit more. Anyways, onto the writing.

IC:
As soon as Skylar stepped through the gates of Uru'baen the full force of the stench hit him, and he lifted a hand, covering his nose. He had smelt the foul odor on the outer limits of the city, but now it was horrible. He glanced about, seeing the filth in the streets, and the ragged people that walked about them.
There was an air of sorrow, hopelessness, as was expected in the very city under Galbatorix's rule. Skylar looked upwards, and his eyes instantly met what he sought, the huge spire that towered above the city. He narrowed his eyes a bit, then removed his hand from his nose and walked forward into the crowds.
He was covered in a large brown cloak, which covered his whole form, and a hood hung over his head. The usual green sword which was at his side was on his back, under the cloak. In it's place was a commoner's sword, a simple steel blade. It was held opposite of where it should be, on his left hip, instead of the right. He decided it would be better for him to look awkaward should he have to fight, him being a peasant in the guise. Skylar pulled up the gloves, especially the glove on the left while he searched for a tavern for the night.
He winced when, from the recesses of his mind he heard, Are y-...-ool!? Comm-..-ere of a-..-laces! It was as if the thought wasn't clear, like something was blocking it, which something was. It was most likely draining to the consciousness of the dragon within his head to simply send messages like that, with his mind blocking off the darker corners of his mind where the dragon's 'soul' was held.
Skylar picked an inn with a simple sign above it, 'The Hearth', as it read on the sign. He tried to send a message back, hoping it might get through. This is the only place I haven't been, in the all of Alagaesia, I haven't found anything for me. The Varden doesn't need a broken Dragon Rider, and I wouldn't last too long if I went about picking fights with the Empire by myself, would I!? I need to find something.. something to fight for, I can't wander on forever.
Skylar wished he could just get in the tavern, pay for a room, and rest; but he would never dare to even think of blocking Keriaia, not when it was rare to get even the patched message from her. He took advantage of the silence to enter, and look about for the keep. Once he spotted the portly old woman behind the desk he pulled the hood from his head and quickly strode over, trying to get done quickly.
"How much for a room, ma'am? I've been traveling all day and I'm looking for a bed." He put on his best smile, which wasn't much, but kind enough to get the keep to smile back. "I charge ten silver a night, lad." Skylar winced, that was a high enough price at itself, but he was going to be here for a few days, and he needed food and drink as well. He checked his coin pouch, and placed the amount on the bar. She counted it carefully before smiling. "Will that be all?" Skylar shook his head, to which the lady pointed to a set of stairs. "Up those and the second door on the right. Have a nice night."
Skylar quickly made his way up there, and not a moment too soon. You'r-..-ing to ge-..-rself kill-! And Skylar sighed, knowing she was about right. I won't die.. it won't happen. Not before I find something.. He strode to the window frame, opening the shutters to find his view was blocked partially by the building over. Skylar could still see bits of the dirty and downtrodden city, and he sighed once more. What could there possibly be here?

OOC: Anyone is welcome to join. Again, sorry if I fail, please forgive me.

OOC: Remember, gomenesigh: rp posts must be in third person. (He/she/etc).

Skylar awoke from his nightmares with sweat on his brow. It wasn't the nightmare that woke him, however, it was the small oscillation of magic he felt during his sleep. He pulled the covers off of him and put a shirt on. That was close... really small, but close. He slowly opened the door, glancing out into the hallway. He couldn't sense much, it was now deep into the night, and even the tavernkeep had gone to rest; it was quiet. He closed his eyes and felt around, it was harder to do than before, so his face burrowed in concentration.

The man almost gasped when he felt it, then looked to the room across his, eyeing it. "Surely not.. elves are smarter than this.." He said, then thought, But then again, I'm here, too.. Skylar shook his head then moved to the other door, knelt down and looking through the keyhole.

OOC: May I join? I have a character that may partake in this adventure well...

IC:

Yssala was walking through a city that smelled quite awful, in order to retrieve supplies. She was passing through, no more than that, but her travel into the forest would be most hazerdous if she ran out of food. Something brushed her earlobe, tickling it. She chose a pillar and pulled her cloak closer to her body as she went over to hide. Yssala checked to see that it was one of her faerie friends, who had hitched a ride with her.

"Rich, this isn't the time," she hissed to the young boy faerie.

He whispered in her ear, in the fair folk language only she could understand.

"It's too dangerous, don't have Astral follow. I want to remain as inconspicuous as possible."

Rich whispered again, until Yssala nodded. "Oh, fine, quickly, tell the others that Astral can keep an aerial view. Otherwise, no closer."

Rich nodded and ducked deep into her cloak. The faeries were able to communicate telepathically, so Rich didn't have to go and fly out, to draw attention to himself.

Yssala pulled her hood up and looked around before going towards a shop that contained different kinds of food. She picked out her pouch and pulled out three silver coins to pay for some cooked meat and three apples. Once the food was wrapped, Yssala placed the food into a pack. In her attempt, Yssala tried not to look nervous. She didn't like large cities, but her need of supplies were great.

Suddenly, she felt a strange aura lift above the city, something odd and foreboding. Yssala knew her expedition would have to wait until she found out what this mysterious aura was about.

OOC: Yeah, anyone's welcome to join.

IC:
The aura hit Skylar later than the rest, and it caused his spine to shudder, making him look away for a second. When he looked back he saw just a flutter through the keyhole. "That wasn't good.." He returned to his room and gathered up his pack and swords, then placing his cloak over all of it. He took another minute to sense about, but he didn't feel much, not even the elf from before.

Skylar looked out over the dark streets after he stepped out of the inn. Once he was sure there were no guards comming his way he put up his hood and set off into the night, keeping his mind guarded. Every once in awhile, though, he would stop and try to reach out and find the elf.

Skylar stopped in some sort of square. Not many people were about besides the guards. He could see a shady bunch in a corner, and then two people around a wanted poster. I can barely see anything, much less reach out.. this city.. The deeper I go the more trouble I have.. I never was any good at magic.

The man took a seat down by a bench, still glancing around. "What was I thinking? Like I was going to catch an elf.. I'm sure if she can get into the city with no trouble she can take care of herself." Skylar chuckled a bit, before being tapped on the shoulder by an armored soldier. He was with another man, the two came up the same path Skylar did, and had just happened to hear 'elf'. "What's this about elves?" The one asked, and then Skylar tried to smile disarmingly, I've got to stop doing that..

"Er, well, you se-" Skylar began, before the bush erupted into flames and the guards, their attention span limited, scampered over. Skylar breathed a sigh of relief, then looked about. No, no.. maybe, but ptobably not.. no.. Never.. He'd gone through the few people until he laid eyes on the two looking over at him, Deffinently.

Skylar smiled and strolled on over, leaving the guards to leaving out the fire and pondering just how it combusted in the first place. Once he was within hearing range he stopped and nodded, "Thanks."

"I was wondering if anyone else could feel it.. I'm sure even the citizens here feel it, if at a reduced rate.. Probably just an experiment, but I get the feeling this doesn't happen often." Skylar looked up to the tower a moment, thinking, then back down. "Oh, sorry, name's Skylar.." He held out his hand, smiling. "Any idea who the girl who saved me is?"