OOC: Ok........ So the horses are at the stables where planned. Elfrida also made them her headquarters. I'll let Wil explain Wil, and CDG explain her character. I don't know what happened to the rest of DS4's characters [=)] and Syllwin has not yet arrived at Uru'Baen I believe. There was a short time skip apparently to night. As Wil said, DS4 and me were playing ping pong and lost everyone else. Sorry

OOC: Wil is trying out for soldiership. In Uru'Baen, one way to become a soldier is to prove yourself in the arena. Wil took this route because he knew that winners of the arena were automatically awarded Officer positions, and therefore could gain information faster. Wil just beat the first round of the tournament, fighting against a dark creature created by Galbatorix himself to end Wil's promising career. Wil overcame this creature easily, proving himself worthy of a spot in Galbatorix' army. Using dark magic allowed him to deceive Galbatorix into thinking he had turned to evil, he should now rise quickly through the ranks and possibly become Galbatorix' second in command. =D He may lose sight of his true mission, but he will not forget Galbatorix's treachery.

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Hehe, sorry about that Aorian.lol

I have yet to get a brainstorm idea for the others.

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I'm not going to let this die!lol

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The third day. The sun came up over the wall of Uru'baen and bathed him in its luxorious warmth. He panted lightly. His tongue was thick and swollen. His belly rumbled like an angry dragon with hunger. He opened his eyes and lifted his head from the post for the first time. His neck cracked as it moved stiffly. He grimaced. He noticed the stable master watching him,"How many days has it been?" asked the master. A stable hand looked up, startled,"Three..days, sir." he said timdly, terrified of angering his master. The man nodded,"Good. Fetch my crop and spurs. Time to break that damn horse." he said, eyeing him darkly.

Again he was dragged over to the tiny corral stall, the saddle slapped onto his back, and the bit jammed into his already sore mouth. The master stepped into the stirrup and sat heavily onto his back. He stood quietly as the man took the reins. The gate opened, and he exploded. The master calmly took the reins heavier into his hands. Pain struck at his sides as the sharp spurs dug under his sensitive skin. He tried everything he had before, and even a few new tricks. Nothing dislodged the master. In a final attempt, he leaped forward and slammed onto his right side, crushing the leg. He got back to his feet.

He stood, head lowered almost to the ground, whuffing and panting hard for breath. His legs shook from exherstion. The master was leaning on his neck, also panting. Then he leaned back, straighten his shirt and hair, then heartily slapped his thick neck,"See, men. Any horse can be tamed. Replace Jorvök with this stallion. I'm impressed with his stubborness." he said as he jumped down from the saddle. He gently led the black by the reins to a stable hand, who was trembling,"He won't hurt you now, son." said the master, patting the boy on the shoulder. The boy nodded nervously.

The boy led him back to his stall in between Felena and Blacknight. He was to tired to acknowledge either of his companions. The stable hand led him inside his box and draped the reins over the door. The stallion lowered his neck until his muzzle brushed the floor. The saddle was removed and taken into a tack room where the saddles and bridles were kept. He was thoroughly cleaned with a wet brush, then dryed out with a hot rag. He sighed in pleasure as his muscles relaxed. The hand came up to his face to take off the bridle. After the leather headstall and bit were removed from his face and taken away, he gently butted the boy in gratitude. The boy smiled and rubbed his forehead. Midnight burred softly and blew in his face.

The hand opened his stall dorr and slipped out, talking to him,"The stable master says I'm to be your personal groom. I'll take care of you, have no worry about that." he murmured. The boy went away to do his other chores. As soon as he was gone, the black stallion stiffly lowered himself to his knees and leaned against the wall. He was exhausted. He could sense that no magic users were close, so he risked it. Don't let it come to the master. Let one of his men break you; he almost broke me for real. If his men can't break you, he ties you to a pole without food or water for three days; then rides you. he said. His stomach rumbled loudly, proving his point. Just as the boy was coming back with food and water. His swollen tongue made it hard to drink, and he drank slowly anyway, but the liquid felt so good sliding down his throat.

The hot bran mash the boy had made tasted even better than the water. He ate it sowly, so he didn't upset his stomach, but it tasted like heaven. Crunchy oats filled his mouth, making him whicker in delight. Soon he was finished, and the pales taken away by the boy. Midnight lowered his head straight out in front of him. It took awhile for him to sleep; his sides, mouth, back, and hindquarters were burning from the spurs, bit, saddle, and crop. But his exhaustion soon took over, and his mind slipped into the sleep he craved.

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No, don't go Astral. I could have Ebony use his powers to change your form so Syll looked like a human. Maybe even conceal her eye from view.

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Posting is kind of a free for all now, until Moren says otherwise, so I guess you could post now.idk