After the battle of Farthern Dur the ground was covered with blood, not just Urgal blood. Since the rider Eragon has arrived he had done so many brave feats, including slaing a shade which instantly places him in legend. Carsaib was relativly healthy after the battle so had volunteered to join a group to hunt down stray Urgal. When Carsaib arrived to meet with his group he met a bunch of Surly dwarfs ready for battle.

"Others should be here soon to help." piped in a dwarf wearing steel chainmail and carrying a battle-ax.
Carsaib made himself comfy on the ground and waited for the other party members to arrive.

OOC- If there are any riders plz no dragons as we know for a fact there were no other riders in the battle in the book. Carsaib is lonely, so we need help!

Xa-kull gazed around him in despair...how could the shade have controlled him to such an extreme. So many of his Urgal friends had died that day. Emotion was something very uncommon for an urgal, especially for a kull like him. But he still felt the pain. He had never known that emotions could actually be a physical pain! "One day," promised Xakull while raising his gnarled fist, "One day the urgals will be the most respected and powerful race in the whole of Algaesia!" "If only urgals could use magic," he fumed to himself, "then maybe i could have stopped the rider from killing my bretheren, and maybe killed the shade myself!"

He walked on through the battle ground, with his hand tightly gripped on his sword. The sword was glistening with blood. The enemy had thought that they had won, but he was still alive, the battle was not over yet.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure sitting alone, and the figure noticed him. The figure, (which of course was carscaib), stood up, and drew his own sword. "so," growled Xa-kull, "Yet again i am forced to match steel. Will it ever end? But, I am still alive, and I will finish this battle!" He raised his sword and waited for the newcomer to attack.................

Zarec' stepped out of the halls of his ancestors asfter what seemed like an age. At his side was Oren, the dwarf hermit, and on his other side, a large spectral bear that he had named Hetsui. After spending weeksreading the ancient Urgal tablets, Zarec' left the great halls into the frozen peaks of the Beors. The air felt different this day, like it carried a maddend voice, calling to him, to all Urgals. Zarec' knew this must be very powerfull magic and threw up barriers around his well-trained mind to shut out the calling vioce.

Feeling his resistance, the voice slammed against his mind with more force than any of the Urgal masters he had trained with. His defences quikly fell against the force, and he subcomed to the voice. Hetsui, the great spirit bear, saw his young ally being taken over by this alien force, and chomped his spectral jaws on the lines of magic that connected his friend to its source.Zarec' blacked out, falling into the deep snow. Oren mearly took out a pipe and waited.

As he dreamed Zarec' saw a great battle, thousands of his people were there, fighting with humans and dwarves. Zarec' could tell they were maddened by the same voice that tried to control him, and so set his unconcious mind to find the source of the cursed vioce. He found it in time to hear the Shade's final screech and the vioce end...

(Someone) raised (their) sword high, sizing the Kull up in order to measure how difficult (or easy) it would be to kill him.

Not an easy opponent, thought (Someone), Not at all.

OOC- WTF!!!!!!!!!! I AM CARSAIB!!! WHERE IS YOUR CHARACTER caterpillar! LEAVE MINE ALONE!!

As I had gone, to join the group that was going to hunt down the rest of the Urgals, I saw something that made me freeze in my path.....

OOC- Use third person. Oh btw Urgal can use magic, at farthern dur there were Urgal mages.