OOC: All active RPers are welcome to join at any time. Now, let's get this RP moving
IC: Deep within the forest of Du Weldenvarden, far from any city...
Simoro stared into the trickle of water. How this had once flown with water from the mountains! He looked up at their peaks, and then back down at the stream he had once asked the earth to make for him. He knelt down beside the small pool he had once gazed into, and closed his eyes. He reached out with his mind, feeling his way down the former waterway. Once, he found a large rock that he thought would be the source of the blockage, but upon further examination, the problem was farther down. He moved the rock, and made his way up to where the water came from the mountains. How odd.. he thought. Someone had build a small, crude structure that fit right over his stream, channeling it instead into a wooden trench that followed the edge of the moiuntains. Cloaking himself from eyes and mind both, he walked along the water. After what must have been hours of walking, he saw that he had reached the end of the forest. And just outside the line where the elves' wards fit around the forest was an encampment of Urgals. They were doing their normal, hideous rituals, fighting and the like. He saw also, though, an elaborate tent, like one he hadn't seen since... Gallabatorix! These were the tents that his commanders had used.. but why would they be here? He sighed as he thought of his attempts to extend the wards to the mountains. But the elven royalty, in all of its neglegence, had said that it should end at the farthest tree. This left just enough room for a small creature to slide past the edge without being noticed.. And enough room for the trench.. He realized now that, with more of these trenches built deeper, the Empire could cut off some of the major cities' water supplies. He thought of going to them, but he decided to peek in the tent first. He strengthened the barriers hiding his prescence to the point where it would almost take all of a rider's power to sense him. And with these stilll around him, he walked up to the tent and peeked through the flap. He cursed in his head. All inside the tent was black. He would have to wait untill the sun rose. He walked over to the mountain and hid himself behind a convenient rock. He sat down, not in need of sleep, and began to meditate. He did this untill the morning...
OOC: I'll be back in about an hour, need to go to the store.

That night, around an hour after dusk...
Simoro stood up, after almost an entire day of communicating. He had learned little, but so little could mean so much. The urgals had a hostage. But the stones would tell him no more. He had no idea if the hostage was just some traitorous urgal or the elven queen herself. But, the rocks, in their expressionless tones, had seemed urgent, in the way that they had spoken in distinct words. He had never known anything so dull to do that. His last experience with trying to communicate with them had shown him nothing other than a slow-moving picture of the land over time. No, this rock was certainly trying to get him to do something. After taking a moment to almost laugh at the concept that a rock could be urgent, he resurrected the mental and physical barriers around him, putting in so much energy that he had to wonder if the energy was purely his own. But shrugging the thought, he moved as silent as the very night which he trespased towards the tent. When he got to it, he found another problem: he heard voices. He sighed as he puzzled himself over how he would get in. A very small and puny looking urgal was coming out the flap, and there was enough space on either side to slide through. Making his way in, he looked about him. Fortunately, his defenses had held. He was still completely undercover, and he could keep these simple wards up for as long as he needed to, as well as strengthen them or add to them. Making sure nothing was near enough to touch him, he made his way towards an odd looking bundle on the floor. But as he got nearer, he realized something - The bundle was breathing! However whomever (or whatever) was inside was far too drugged to attempt contact with. He instead turned his attention to the captors. All were urgal... and all were powerless against him.. Wait! There was something. But before he saw it, he felt it almost look at him. He realized that had it been trying it could have shattered these everyday magics with a finger. Panic rose in him, but it looked away. He had lucked out. Quickly, with just a thought, he had added an enormous amount of various wards. He then used a large portion of his resevoir of power to glance into its mind. It was a very powerful mage, but not quite a sorcerer. It had probably been human once, but the spirits that fought to control it had twisted its once handsome qualities into a hideous figure, which was now covered by a thick black cloak. This was no creature to mess with though. The amount of power that had been used to find this out was so enormous that he knew that he would have to stop. He added a final layer of protection to his wards, and began his work on the few kull around him. Each of them commanded their own tribe. All that it would take to crumble this entire camp was to turn the three of them on each other. Sighing as the weight of guilt for making the false memories descended on them, he saw the rage fill each of their eyes. Without warning, the crys went up from them and the entire camp was awake.

It only took roughly an hour for the camp to be down to two chiefs, and the remnants of their two tribes. Within minutes, all were dead. Remarkably, the black figure hadn't moved a muscle. It reminded him of a puppet. After its master was done with it, it would be lifeless, he realized. Its ability to think for itself was lost. Poor creature, it should have became a shade. At least someone would have hunted it and released its soul by now. But now the creature stirred, and strode outside the tent flap, assessing the damage. Its shrill voice lashed like whips at Simoro's ears. It shouted in the ancient language, and Simoro recognized the word instantly: Show. His barriers started failing, and he felt it. He was glad that he had so many. He used a notable portion of his remaining power to keep them up, and quite a bit to try to stir the captive. It was working! But if only it would work faster... After a while the figure stirred, and its head shown from beneath the blankets. Lowering his wards from this figure's eyes only, he outstreched a hand. He spoke into the former captive's mind, trying to stay as short as possible. Come on. And hurry about it.

OOC: Wow, you two are writing almost as much as firetongue and i did on dragon arts....keep it up.

OOC: I alternate. sometimes I write huge pages (remember when my dragon died? lol) and sometimes I have trouble getting more than three words (*remembers when you told me not to comment on my short posts every time XD*)

OOC- lol, high five Shade ok... I'll go now... keep up the great story

Simoro felt the distrust in the man. He didn't blame him; after all, he would have seemed quite odd, just randomly saving someone he didn't even know. He had to wonder just what was in the pack. How many escaping captives would take the time to grab their things? It could be just something sentimental, but the poor fellow was doing an excellent job drawing attention from it, and in doing so an excellent job in raising suspicions. But he thought he could trust that this person would not harm him, for now. He then turned his mind to the man's questions. He would answer it honestly, he supposed. "I didn't come here intending to, actually, but I recognized the tent you were in. Gallabatorix's generals once used ones like those. I have no idea if they're still in his posession or not, but I couldn't just walk a way from a camp like that. And after all, Urgals this close to the elven wood, especially ones smart enough to devise a way to cut off some of their water... I had to admit that it was worth investigating. Anyway, it seems that I've discovered two very interesting creatures. First, whatever the cloaked thing was in there. And second... the single man, who bears the likeness to one of the supposedly extinct tribes, who just happens to have been taken hostage by such an odd creature. Anyway, I could barely suffice to see my enemies under the grasp of such a horrible group." He stopped for a second, and then in a final breath said, "I am Simoro, an Elf of course... I guess I'm not really from anywhere, though. It would be more like everywhere that I'm from." He had no intent in questioning the man. Right now, he needed natural rest. And after that, the man would either tell him who he was in whole or part, or leave. Either way, he would make no move to influence the choice. His only regret for the moment was that he knew that a good rest would be impossible while worrying about whatever was in the pack as he was. He pondered on a way to ease the worry, but thinking of none that could be more effective, he announced that he himself was going to sleep, and let down all of his ward magics, except for the one he always left running, to wake him up in case of danger. It was true that he didn't actually need sleep; his old dragon's energy was barely finite, and whatever they were that so commonly asked things of him seemed to add to it and repentish it regularly. But, a good night's sleep is always nice, and hopefully the man wouldn't be quite as hesatative to sleep with him doing so first.

Reb gasped. There was a very powerful being here. Almost as powerful as her shade Zantya. She slinked around trees, and found two men sitting in the forrest. They didn't look harmful, but when the older one moved she sensed great ability. She cursed under her breath. She mentaly called for her fire steed. He was partialy her power source. He was her only family besides her lonely she wolf, who roamed a lot. She whistled in the sound of a bird.

OOC: wb ^^; its okay btw, as a general rule for my character, I don't care if you use him as long as its not anything life-changing.

Simoro obviously woke to see the egg. He seen two since his own. One had been wild, and the other stolen; this was the first time he had gotten a good look at one for a long while.

After thinking for several moments, he began, "First, I will say just what so many before me have: Care for your dragon. It would end its life willingly for you, without a second thought. You should be willing to do the same for it. As far as the urgals go, they're not the most intelligent race you'll ever meet; travelling undetected isn't a great burden... or wouldn't be, were it just urgals you ran from. But their leader.. I have never seen anything of its sort before. Of all of the things Fate could throw at us, not knowing what we're up against is the worst. It could just be a twisted sorcerer, or even a shade. But it could be something much worse. I assure you, we could decimate it; however, I sense that the consequences of doing so are worse than it living. It serves a master; I cannot be sure who, but anything with enough authority or power to command such as a thing is not someone I would enjoy fighting. And, this creature is leading a small group of lowly urgals from multiple tribes. If this is just a lowly commander, then what would a higher ranking one be? I think our best bet would be to make it to this hermitage that you head for without attracting attention. There, there are probably some who wouldn't hesitate as I do to attack. Or at least, there should be someone who has heard of.. whatever that was. However, if we do encounter trouble on the way, I think that fighting is our best bet. I don't plan to travel with a group of enemies on my tail, and I doubt that this hermitage you spoke of would be very happy to welcome some extra guests such as Urgals who wish to kill them. Closing his eyes, he raised his hand towards the elven forest. He opened his eyes, and as expected, he was at the edge. Walking to a fruit-bearing tree, he spoke quickly to it, and and three of its fruit fell into his outstreched hand. He envisioned the man in his mind, and opened his eyes once more a few feet from where he had originally been standing. Offering a piece of the fruit to the man, he began peeling one for himself, and replied to the unasked question, "Vegetarian." Placing the third beside him for now, he thought that he should probably tell a little more about himself.

"Now, it is my turn to tell about myself, I suppose. I am Simoro, of the elven forests, more so than any of the towns or cities. Once, I was a simple, lonely sage. And then fate smiled upon me, and I was a Rider. Then, I was a fool. I went straight to Gallabatorix, and actively invoked a battle. It was by my foolery that my dragon gave himself for me. My dragon is still in a forest that lies outside of time, frozen in stone with the immortal trees around him. I miss him more than any could imagine. And yet he is with me still, providing me with energy, and gaining the attention of powerful spirits. Spirits like those of a shade, I suppose, but they are not evil. They do not control; they ask, and with each task I do for them they leave with me more of their knowledge. However it is obvious that I could always turn down one of their requests, with no personal loss. Well, maybe a bit of my honor." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "I am sure that my presence has given you an impression of greatness, and power. I assure you, however, that I am still an elf, and require no more of your respect than any peasant of any of the villiages that were destroyed by the hand of Gallabatorix before the war." He sat down, and began eating his fruit.

"I'll leave it up to you: Do we travel by day, or night?"

occ: I will also use a character a little sorry

Reb wanted to get closer to the men, and then all of a suden Star Gazer shrieked in her mind.
" Reb there is an egg close. I need to take flight." Star Gazer wailed.
" You stay put, if you move you will give us away." Reb said angrily. Star Gazer snorted and
took flight. Reb cursed under her breath and waited. She heard the men talking and then when they noticed a winged figure in the air they walked out. She held her breath.

His sword still ready as a precaution, he shouted to the woman, "Why should we stop? In this part of the country, you can be a friend or an enemy; a friend should come out into the open, not hide out of sight. I suppose you should find yourself lucky that your dragon took flight. At least we didn't actually catch you eavesdropping. Now, state your purpose. And in interest of your own safety, calm your steed."

" I demand you stop shooting at the great Star Gazer, she only sences your eggs." Reb said then slowed down. " I am friend. me and my.............." She said then cut off before she could say the word shade. " Just don't hurt my dragon and I won't hurt you." Reb said then winced as the two men laughed at her. Fine she would show them. Lighting flashed all around, and created a circle around her dragon. " Now you can't shoot her no matter what." She shouted and then called her fire steed. Cobalt came rushing up and transformed. She mounted and rode off into the night followed by her scared dragon.

occ: Star Gazer is a dragon
" I haven't been following you you were just in my path and your friend over there seemed overly powerful so I decided to stay away. By the way Star Gazer tricked you not me, she is good with magic." Reb said then walked back down her path.

OOC: Sorry ;.;(check my sig)

IC: Simoro had been standing calmly, though still with his sword, througout the whole display, as he was unsurprised by the revelation of the shade which had already been obvious to him. Suddenly, suprising everyone, he started speaking from behind them; no one had even seen him move. "A dragon is not naturally "good" with magic. It is told by the dragons themselves that their magic is that of need, and not of want or will. And now, if you would, call off your useless display of energy, so the trees will stop their complaints. If you are a friend, then you are welcome among us for as long as you must. But be aware of two things: First, you are welcome here only because you have shown no actual sign of aggression, and I will go with this first impression only because the most ancient laws of the grey folk state that one should not look within the mind of another magic user without absolute need. Secondly, we welcome you to our camp and common knowledge, but not to what is ours to keep to ourselves; do mind what is your own business, and do your best to avoid our own personal matters. Growing tired of the circle of lightning. he sliced through it with his sword, cutting a whole in the lightning that grew untill there was just a small spark of the energy, which slowly sunk into the ground. Simoro relaxed a little as the trees around him quieted.

He hoped that Verminard wouldn't disagree with the decision. He had taken it upon himself to extend a welcome. He supposed, however, that his friendship with Verminard was just that of a few nights, and that if their opinions differed too greatly, their paths were not bound. However, a small undertone of a spirit within his head told him that this was not true, and that their paths would stay crossed for a while still. He only prayed that the decision was right. The shade had nothing over him as far as power. But he'd no idea how much the shade knew about him. He personally knew that the shade knew llittle about him, because he would know if his mind was nudged at the least. But as for his friend, he couldn't say; and his friend was the most important of them all, at least at the moment.

Atra manin, wyrda, un hugin taught nosu frá rauthr! The words rang within his head. He hoped that that would prevent anything a shade would try. If not, he would just have to do some quick thinking. He had chosen to do the spell in his head so that no one would know exactly what he had done. Of course, all three had felt it; probably some of the more talented elves in Du Weldenvarden had even felt it. But no one except himself would know what they were protected from, or by. In fact, even he wasn't sure what they were protected by. The spell might have done nothing at all, that they would see at least. But he at least felt confident that no one would be harmed badly. That was why he hated asking things from fate. Fate had its own ideas of what you should be protected from, and only protected you from those things. He hoped that the spell would be enough.

Translations:
    ╣Atra manin, wyrda, un hugin taught nosu frá rauthr! May memory, fate, and thought guide us from misfortune!

" Does everyone seem to think that just because I am a shade I am evil and ruthless? I assure yoiu
I am not one to be worried about unless you anger the shade, tequnically I am an elf, but I can tell by the look on the young mans facet that I am not wanted here so I will be going. By the way don't underestimate me." Reb said and parted the group.

Simoro responded after quite some time. No one will ever call me Master. I am no such thing. If anything, I am a failure. The only good thing ever given me was my dragon. And I lost that by my own foolery. I will show you what I can, should your teachers be unable. However, I will never be worthy of the title Master.

"And on that note," he said aloud, more to himself than anyone else, "let us eat." He produced from his pack a large hunk of meat, preserved by some magic. "Eat as much as you want. I'll get myself some fruit." He laid it out by the fire, assuming that the two others could cook, he looked into the trees nearby untill he found one with a surplus of fruit, and closed his eyes, reaching out to touch the trunk. Moments later, a large, perfectly ripe fruit fell, landing gracefully in Simoro's hand, which no one had noticed outstretch. While he had never turned his mental sight from the camp, it was eventless for the time.

While they were eating their foods, (OOC Note: leaving foods open in case either of you wants to produce your own, or go vegetarian or something.) Simoro decided to ask a little more of the new member of their group. "So, Reb. What has brought you to this part of the woods at such an... interesting time? We have seen creatures here that have never been seen in these parts before, and even some that have never been seen altogether. Know you anything of this?" Simoro didn't care about the answer. He was merely looking for trust. Of all the powers that his magic gave him, seperating truth from lies was one of the easiest. Also, it was undetectable, so he would at least know if Reb would tell him the truth or not.

" I think I will accept it." Reb answered then walked back to the men.
occ: sorry it is short I have to go somewhere right quick

OOC, of course: Actually, in this case its kind-of okay. Even if its only 14 words, that post changed the plot a lot; She could have kept walking.

IC: No, but thank you. As for the spell... I'm sure its possible; almost everything is possible with magic. Just concnentrate on it and say something you can relate to seperating them. If you can't think of anything better, just try breaking the rock with something simple like jierda stenr, and just lifting the metal out with reisa. I don't disclose much of the ancient language... But you could try condensing the process to just a broad word like stone, and doing the rest inside. Surely your people know how magic works. Simoro suddenly felt a strong jolt of wrongness around him. He secretly thought to both others, Something is here. I will remain awake tonight, not that I ever sleep anyway.

OOC: Could I join?

IC: "Of course magic is easy, anyone worthy of it should be easy for" thought Ghansor, "But some aren't worthy such as these, don't you think Sinak?" thought Ghansor as he studies the group before him, with his dragon above and his men behind him. 10 strong, Galbatorix's personal men. "As soon as they are open we will attack and take what is theirs" said Ghansor to his group.

OOC: That was dramatic XD. So sorry I've taken so long >.<

IC: Simoro still felt the something that he had noticed earlier. It seemed to be waiting for the right moment to come in. He, however, would be waiting for that moment too; he didn't like surprises. He feigned sleep as he noticed Verminard going. He wanted to follow, but not only a feeling from the inside, but a distinct spritual voice in his head told him not to. Whatever was happening was in the hands of fate, and was not to be altered by human - or elven - hands. He turned his thoughts back to the something. He hadn't seen it yet, so he didn't want to push his luck by adding noticable amounts of wards, or by peeking inside its mind. He waited, continuing to feign sleep.

Reb noticed Simoro looking at something she couldn't see. She knew what it was.
" It is Galbortixes soldier Zayl. He is sculking around in the forrest like he always does." Reb said then lay down to sleep. " I would know his evil anywhere." Reb added and fell into a troubled sleep.

Simoro had been waiting for something to happen. He however watched the others run off hastily. He saw the mistakes he had once made himself happen. But this was not quite as dangerous as fighting Gallabatorix, and it was three verses one, for now. He reached deep inside the magic within his head, and expended the entirity of a spell he had been channeling all night. The sky lit up with an artificial sun, one that only he and his friends could see from. From everyone else's perspective, it was blinding. It would only last minutes, but every little bit counted. He ran with his partners to the location that Verminard was going towards; he trusted the young riders instincts, and gifts. He was not to be taken lightly. They were an invincible team.

Fang heard the dragon roar in pain and took flight heading straight towards where Ioksok was. The wine red menbrain bellowed as he moved his wings up and down.
Ioksok looked at the maimed and bleeding dragon, even with one of its legs missing it was still a match for the head strong elf. Standing back Ioksok could see two other people runing to the same spot. Ioksok drew his sword just in case this crazy elf saw him as a threat.

Star Gazer lashed out and took the dragon down with her. She bit at it's neck. It was barely a match for her. She almost completely gashed it's side open. She backed off and attacked again. This time she got a hold on it's neck. She was about to finish it off, when Reb called her off. She reluctantly left the dragon lying on the ground, gasping for breath. When it tried to rise she laid a paw on it's side and forced it back to the ground.

OOC: Forgive me, but... Who's fighting who?
IC: Simoro took several false swings at the dragon, who in dodging where they should have gone, allowed Simoro to dance carefully around it to its other side, where he slit open one of its legs, and then stabbed deeply in the center of the already penetrated flesh. It attempted to spin back around, but in this moment of its confusion, he jumped onto its back and ran up to its unprotected neck, where he laid his sword down as a threat, should it try to join the battle again. Make a move, and it shall be your last, he thought carefully to it. Tell me, dragon, why do you fight us? Remembering a tale from an elderly human, he added, You still think we're unworthy?

OOC: is it ok if i join? this seems to be one of the only RPG's actually going

She knew that if Reb said to stop then it was alright. Since she had already given the dragon up to the man she lay down and looked with disgust at it. " I had already stopped." Reb said.


Occ: I have no Idea and now I am confused.

Simoro looked in disgust at the partially healed dragon. "Remind me," he said to himself, "to mention that if something is worth starting, it's worth finishing." With that he closed his eyes, and said allowed only one word. The dragon's entire exterior seemed to ripple with a water-like effect, and then it stood, looking confused. "Dragon. State your purpose here."

ooc-That would be ghansor's dragon that you just attacked, and he dosen't come on very much anymore

"We must leave before they realize that we're here, yes. But even a dragon can't fly that fast. You think I was that merciful to heal it completely? Nay, I used part of the tissue from its wings to heal the insides of its legs. Some was just healed by the magic itself, but some of it had to come from somewhere. Anyway, that dragon will barely fly for half an hour unless it plans on killing itself. And even in that case it would never reach the Empire that fast. And I don't think that rider will have enough energy to think for a few days at the least." With that last statement, he grinned slightly, though he never explained it. Looking around for his things, he remembered that he had hidden them. Reaching stupidly into the air near a rock, he eventually hit something solid and whispered the word to remove the spell. Seconds later, he had removed a large, juicy fruit and bitten into it. He offered some to his companions, closed his eyes, and said to the dragons as he pointed, "You will find both safety and good hunting over there. Help yourselves."

OOC: Sorry for taking your turn, star gazer :/

OOC: Thnx much

Drania had been hiding in the bushes watching the fight. She saw the elf pull the fruit from the air and her mouth watered as she saw the juice dribble from his chin. It had been some time since she had had food as nice as that. She thought about jumping up and trying to steal it from him, then laughed at herself. Your hunger ismaking you dillusional she thought silently to herself He could probably tear you in too, all the same i wonder why someone as powerful as they seem to be didnt sense me before now. Maybe its time u tryed using your magic skills again. last time she had tried it had left her exausted for a week. Apparently she had used too powerful of a spell for someone with as little skill as she. She stared a the fruit intently. I wonder if I made myself known to them what would happen? She slowly started to rise from her spot, but she accidentaly slipped and fell head on into the bushes that were shielding her from the others....

Ooc: can i join? the post's gotta be at least a paragraph in the rpg doesn't it?

OOC: You can join whenever u want, and yes.

OOC: are we taking turns or can i post whenever?

OOC: Whenever you need to. You go first valk, i'll have to come up with sometin based on your answers.

OOC: K thnx guys

Drania looked up at the man, searching his eyes, her golden hair falling in her face. She greedily took the water and fruit and drank quickly, a little too quickly for she chocked on it. After seeing the fight and the way the companions talked to each other she did not think it would be dangerous tot tell them her name. "Drania, my name is Drania." She brushed her hair out of her face and drank some more water quickly. She took a bite of the fruit, relishing the sweetness of it. With her mouth still full she said, "Thank you very much for the fruit and water, I haven't had much to eat lately. I mus confess I was spying on you as you fought, very impressive. I have not had the... oppurtunity to fight a lot. Just a few skirmishes her and there when I was stupid enough to get caught. Now..." she wiped the juice off her mouth with her sleeve and tood. "You all know my name, may I ask yours?" Taking a deep breathe and looked around at the other companions wondering if they would be as friendly toward her as he was....

OOC: I've only been writing, I haven't RPGed in awhile so I might be a little rusty