OOC: For this new story idea...the character Im using will not have them same events or memories that has happened with him so far. This is shortly after his dragon was killed. Just an alternate timeline. So what happens here stays here.

We have been told over the centuries that ever since the Fall...that any and all Riders was hunted down and killed. That there were no survivors. All of us thought that the Betrayer, Galbatorix and his minions were the last. Despite what we knew...we were wrong.

In the depths of Uru'baen, deep inside the dungeons. Two guards were dragging a man by the arms. His knees being constantly scraped as he was drug against the floor. A sack was placed over his head, concealing his face. Chains holding his limbs together...unable to move.
The guard on the left groaned, "How far down are we going? Im tired of carrying this dead weight."
"Would you shut up? He's one of them! We have to him down to the bottom level," snapped the right guard.
The left guard's eyes widened slightly. "I didnt think there would still be any... I havent been down there in years!"
"Hmph. From what I heard...the population is half of what it was when I was last there."
"What would you expect? They work all day, get almost no food.. they cant even do anything about any illness they catch."
The guard on the right growled in an angry tone. "They chose their death. Instead of swearing allegence to the King. Since when do you care?"
"All Im saying is that the ones who have survived until now... they are pissed and probably trying to stir anyone else."
"Hah! You do know that even if they got their restraints off and could use magic... They wouldnt even have the strength to fight against one of us unarmed."
"Oh, so you think you could stand against a Rider?"
The guards reached a large door at the end of the hall.
The guard on the right gave a glare and then grabbed the sack off the man they were dragging from his head. It revealed an unconsious elf that looked beaten and covered in grime.
"Look at him. He no rider, hes just a shell."
"If he's just a shell, then why does our king keep them alive and try to get them to swear allegence?"
"Dont know, dont care. Lets just bring him down already."
The two guards continued to drag the elf, and went down a long cave like stairway. After nearly walking for a half an hour, they reached another door. This one was much more heavily fortified and had magic runes on its edges.
The two guards each pulled out a key and put it slots on each side of the door. After twisting the keys... a loud noise of **** gear thundered the hall. The door split in half and creek open slowly. The sudden pressure change caused a heavy breeze to brush against them.
"Come on, lets get going."
The guards brought the elf into a huge dome like cave. There were many openings in the cave walls into smaller cave rooms. Long paths circulated the entire place, leading to each one. Taking up space in the center were small huts, just made out of twigs and stick. There were guards in special armor constantly patorling all the paths and "streets." All the paths were illuminated by artificial light. Lamp posts hung by posts in the ground...the light resembled the moonlight instead of flame. The entire cave dome had an eerie glow to it.
The guards dragged the elf to the closest nearby cave opening. They lifted him and tossed him in. He remained where he landed...completely limp.
The right guard jeered, "Enjoy your new home, elf."
The left guard turned to the other. "What is his name?"
"Not that it matters, since he will be forgotten soon...but I think it was Daidrea or something like that."
The left guard sighed, "You're right. I probably wont."
At long last, the two of them turned and left from sight.


Daidrea was imprisoned for 10 years. Anyone can join now.

Two more guards approached Vermona's cell. They walked in. "You get outside of your cell now. We have a cell lockdown and all nearby cells must be vacated. Go on, get moving!"
Short.

"I see..." he said quietly. Elf closed his eyes.


Hours later, as the guards were finishing the clean up of the incedent.. the doors to the complex unlocked. This caught the attention of the guards by the door. They opened slowly... light pooled onto a figure standing in the middle. A man with silver hair and clothing stepped past the doors with two more guards at his feet.
Marcus rushed over to the man as quickly as he could. "I did not think you would come so soon, sire."
The man stated, "Skip the formalities Marcus. Im not here for pleasantries."
"As you wish Kuja."
Kuja crossed his arms. "So there has been another incedent then?"
Marcus nodded. "We are just finishing the clean up now."
Kuja stepped sideways in thought. "I am curious, how did you manage to get him under control?"
At first Marcus was reluctant to answer but then said, "Another inmate managed to calm him down."
Kuja turned his head towards Marcus. "Another inmate? Who would that be?
Marcus sighed to himself, "Uh...she is the most recent one to come here. She is a vampire."
Kuja arched an eyebrow. "A vampire you say? Interesting. However, the elf is still in our favor. His condition is something we are still studying and hoping to harness."
Marcus gave an irritated look. "I personally wish he wasnt here, he has costed too many of my men's lives."
"Your concern is noted", Kuja blankly stated.
"So what now? Are you going to see him? I would advise against it sir... I know you are a Shade and a Rider...but that vampire is dangerous."
Kuja merely repeated, "Your concern is noted." Kuja walked past him and towards Elf's cell. A few guards followed him and then took formation around the cell.
Kuja stepped in the cell and stood at the entrance.

OOC:
Assuming that Selris is sticking his head into Elf's cave...

IC:
Vermona watched Elf as he rested, her concern slowly waning to a dull worry. She started when she felt hot breath on her side. She jinxed to the back of the cell, instinctively baring her fangs in a hiss. She lowered her lips back instantly when she saw what had startled her,"I beg your pardon, great dragon. Your presence surprised me." she murmured, flicking her eyes up to meet the dragons' gaze, then back down to the floor in respect.

OOC:
Just a warning; the weather is getting kind of wacky here, so I might go offline abruptly if we lose power.

IC:
Vermona stiffened instinctively, then relaxed,"I didn't want to be a monster. For the first few years in my new life, I survived on the blood of animals. It helps me control the urge to feed." she paused and glanced at Elf,"He found a way to rid me of the hellish burn that tortures me day and night, so I can feed only once a week instead of daily. I'm repaying him by helping him recover and regain strength." she murmured, returning her gold-amber-crimson gaze to the dragon.

OOC: What do you mean by at his service? I dont get what you mean, bit vague.

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A sort of bodyguard, I guess you could say. Servant sounded a bit too strong. Protect him if he needs it, help him with any work he does/needs to do...stuff like that.

I see. Btw I also wanna mention something. I know vampires are tough but they arent invincible. Alot of what youve been posting makes it sound that way.
Vampires have a much higher pain tolerance and resistance to injuries but their body isnt invulnerable. It takes more effort but they can still sustain great injuries, break bones, even get limbs removed. They are just more difficult to kill because they heal much much faster than mortals and can regenerate limbs and organs.

Just wanted to point this out. I didnt want to at first, but you really stretched it lol...

OOC:
'Tis alright. I tried to do some research on vampires before I made Vermona, though most of the information I found was kind of ridiculous (like sleeping in coffins, being murderers of the night, burning in the sun, stuff that didn't really help me with the in depth details), which forced me to rely on stuff like Twilight, Vampire Diaries, and Being Human. I tried, anyway. XD

Selris snorted. He may not have true immortality, but he has longevity. Although mortal, it can be a blessing in disguise. There is a very distinct difference between one's ability to live and one's willingness to live. Mortals are known for their spirit...the fire in their blood. I do not think that the one before you did not survive the loss of his partner and being imprisoned for more than a decade without reason. There is something in him, deep inside his heart keeping him alive. It is a faint flame...but as time goes on and his heart continues to be consumed by darkness...that flame will be snuffed out.
What his flame represents, I do not know. It is different for every being. It can be vengance, it can be love, greed, or lust for power. There is always something that drives us, the thing that gives us life and purpose.

Vermona nodded absently, thinking over the dragons words.

OOC:
Still have really bad writer's block. I think this is the most pathetic post I've ever made.

Elf finished drinking from the cup. He put it down next to him. Then he looked at Vermona again. "Why would you risk you're well being for me? I barely know you."



meh short

"Im sure we can find something, but its still gonna be several more hours before morning. So I think Im gonna sleep some more. Im still tired." Daidrea settled himself in his cot. "Look... I dont want to seem forward in asking this...but I wouldnt want you sitting a rough, cold, cave wall while I sleep. Would you care to rest yourself next to me. I just... want you to be at least comfortable."

Dont get anything weird from that....thats pure innocense.

Vermona nodded thoughtfully, running through her mind what she could help with. Her eyes abruptly focused on Elf as he spoke. She tilted her head to the side, contemplating. She nodded again and stood, slowly walking over to the cot. She took the blanket he'd wrapped her in and tucked it around him,"I'd hate to disturb your rest with my cold skin." she murmured in explanation. She gingerly laid down beside him, leery to touch him with her frigid flesh. She laid with her back to him, only slightly tense. The warmth from his body quickly allowed her to relax, even close her eyes halfway and doze lightly.

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I believe you....We'll see.

Vermona knew the instant Elf left her. His warmth was no longer bathing her back like pleasant water. She laid there, numb at how she felt. It almost...hurt, to know that he had to leave to work. Unknowingly, she clenched her fist around the frame of the cot, denting the metal slightly. She drew in a deep breath, then sat up and stood. She walked to the door and peered out just in time to catch the two guards putting heavy cuffs and chains on Elf's arms. A savage snarl threatened to tear from her throat, but she managed to down tone it a bit to only a discontented hiss. She waited until he was out of sight, then stepped forward so Marcus could see her. Her arms crossed over her chest as she inspected the human, waiting. The four remaining soldiers by Marcus cringed back from the expression on her face. She must still look angry at Elf's escort party,"I heard. Where do I go?" she asked simply, not in the mood to placate the delicate nature of the mortals' needs.

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I'll have Mýa be in the mine...this should get real interesting, real fast.lol