Something Evil
19th September 2005, 09:39 PM
Notes-- following is the stories of eight people in the world of Christopher Paolini's Inheritance triology.
Cian and Jasper, Part One
Built to be a gathering place for humans, dwarves and elves alike, and even those urgals willing to enter with peace in mind, the Aiedail Hall was a place of great beauty. The work of builders from the three races, it held arcitectural aspects from all of them, stone and metal merged with living three to create a building greater than any seen in Alagaësia before.
And inside, it was capable of admitting close to five thousand people at any given time in the room which took up nearly all of its interior. There marble of many shades covered floor and walls, as well as the ceiling, glistening in the light of countless lamps. In the center of this room, was also a tall dais, constructed to let anyone standing on it be seen by all, even when the hall was completely full.
Which it was now.
Standing side by side-- dwarves, humans and elves filled the hall, and their eyes were fixed at the four standing at the dais. Just a step ahead of queen Arya of the elves, king Roran of the humans and king Orik of the dwarves, stood a rather nervous-looking young elf.
A bit short for an elf, the young man had rather frizzy auburn hair and his dark brown eyes were currently fixed at a object laying on a nest-like structure right in front of him. Feeling quite anxious due to the attention he was the object off, looking at what was in front of him was preferable to looking at the crowd by far.
Just a little while ago, less than half an hour in fact, Cian had been one of many young elves and humans walking by the large, gem-like stone that was a dragon's egg. Taken from Galbatorix's palace after the war had ended, this egg was the last of the three eggs that had remained after the fall of the Riders hundred of years ago.
Now however, the hatchling would be born into a world where it would likely be one of the only two dragons in existence. After the sacrifice made by the new Riders and their dragons to end the war, only Shruikan the black was still alive, and as the adult dragon had fled after being freed from his unnatural bond with Galbatorix, his whereabouts was unknown.
No matter what, even if Eragon and Murtagh had survived the war, being a rider would be a huge responsibility, and to be honest-- Cian was not the least sure about that he was the right person for it. But it was him that the last, green egg hatched for, and he had to try at least..
Before him, a wide crack yawned open in the shell of the egg, and moments later-- a dragonet was sitting at the 'nest' in front of him. Still moist from the egg fluids, the scales of the dragonet had a almost oily appearance to them, but already they were reflecting light in the same way that he had seen the scales of Eragon's and Murtagh's dragons do.
This dragonet's scales however, were a deep jasper green.
Blinking against the light, the dragonet's eyes-- a pale green-gold, glittered at she turned her head towards him. And trying to prepare himself for the pain he had been told would come when the bond between them was forged, the young elf slowly reached out with a hand to stroke the dragonet's head.
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Feeling like his limbs was about to fall off, Cian collapsed onto the couch in the quarters he had been assigned after he had became a Rider. Being an elf, he was no weakling, but there was certain limits to what he could handle..
His training has began easily enough-- weeks spent at getting familiar with using a sword and various other weapons. The repeated excercises had been somewhat boring, but certainly better than what he was going through now.
His trainers-- Gashild, who was a kull warrior, and the elven fighter Sorun, were both quite merciless when it came to his training.
::You are a Rider, the only one still in existence. It's only right that you are to become a skilled fighter as well, take a warm bath-- that will loosen your muscles::
Wings rustling as she stretched her wings, a slender green dragon stood up from the leather-padded floor where she had been resting. And her green-gold eyes blinking as she woke completely, she turned her seven meters long body towards Cian.
Having grown a lot during the months since her hatching, the young dragoness was far from the tiny and rather ungainly dragonet she had been. As was typical of dragons, her jasper scales almost seemed to glitter with a inner light, and despite of her inherited knowledge-- she was a source of endless curiosity.
Not to forget a source of annoyance to Cian at times, as she had a tendency to be a bit too meddling, always making sure to have a word in just about everything he was doing.
Still, despite the hardships, there was nothing that would have convinced him that it would ultimately have been better if she never had hatched for him. They had become too close for that-- she already was and would always be his greatest friend and champion, as he was hers.
"What I would really love, Jasper..., is a good massage" he said, closing his eyes as he really felt too tired to keep them open. If Siv had still been around, she might have been willing to give him one, but his fellow goldsmith apprentice had went back to Ellesmèra two weeks ago. It would have been nice if she could have stayed though, but he understood that she had chosen to go back to her studies.
In the process of being rebuilt, Vroengard was a rather desolate place still. As he was a Rider, he could consider himself lucky to have been given proper quarters. Most of the warriors and workers living there as well, had to make do with barracks and unfinished quarters.
Jasper shifted her wings in a dragon's equialent of a shrug, ::in the absence of someone to give you that massage, a warm bath is still the next best thing. I fear that my claws would do a poor job..::
The dragon's eyes glittered with unveiled humor as she looked towards the inner exit of their quarters, ::and I believe that we are getting a visitor. Two actually, Gashild is coming, an elf who I have not met is accompanying him::
Cian forced back a groan.
Whatever his teacher's reasons for bringing a visitor at this time, it was unlikely that it included another bout of training. But as exhausted as he was, he really didn't want to have to deal with the warrior and a guest, as it undoubtely meant that he would have to stay awake for a while longer.
Cian and Jasper, Part One
Built to be a gathering place for humans, dwarves and elves alike, and even those urgals willing to enter with peace in mind, the Aiedail Hall was a place of great beauty. The work of builders from the three races, it held arcitectural aspects from all of them, stone and metal merged with living three to create a building greater than any seen in Alagaësia before.
And inside, it was capable of admitting close to five thousand people at any given time in the room which took up nearly all of its interior. There marble of many shades covered floor and walls, as well as the ceiling, glistening in the light of countless lamps. In the center of this room, was also a tall dais, constructed to let anyone standing on it be seen by all, even when the hall was completely full.
Which it was now.
Standing side by side-- dwarves, humans and elves filled the hall, and their eyes were fixed at the four standing at the dais. Just a step ahead of queen Arya of the elves, king Roran of the humans and king Orik of the dwarves, stood a rather nervous-looking young elf.
A bit short for an elf, the young man had rather frizzy auburn hair and his dark brown eyes were currently fixed at a object laying on a nest-like structure right in front of him. Feeling quite anxious due to the attention he was the object off, looking at what was in front of him was preferable to looking at the crowd by far.
Just a little while ago, less than half an hour in fact, Cian had been one of many young elves and humans walking by the large, gem-like stone that was a dragon's egg. Taken from Galbatorix's palace after the war had ended, this egg was the last of the three eggs that had remained after the fall of the Riders hundred of years ago.
Now however, the hatchling would be born into a world where it would likely be one of the only two dragons in existence. After the sacrifice made by the new Riders and their dragons to end the war, only Shruikan the black was still alive, and as the adult dragon had fled after being freed from his unnatural bond with Galbatorix, his whereabouts was unknown.
No matter what, even if Eragon and Murtagh had survived the war, being a rider would be a huge responsibility, and to be honest-- Cian was not the least sure about that he was the right person for it. But it was him that the last, green egg hatched for, and he had to try at least..
Before him, a wide crack yawned open in the shell of the egg, and moments later-- a dragonet was sitting at the 'nest' in front of him. Still moist from the egg fluids, the scales of the dragonet had a almost oily appearance to them, but already they were reflecting light in the same way that he had seen the scales of Eragon's and Murtagh's dragons do.
This dragonet's scales however, were a deep jasper green.
Blinking against the light, the dragonet's eyes-- a pale green-gold, glittered at she turned her head towards him. And trying to prepare himself for the pain he had been told would come when the bond between them was forged, the young elf slowly reached out with a hand to stroke the dragonet's head.
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Feeling like his limbs was about to fall off, Cian collapsed onto the couch in the quarters he had been assigned after he had became a Rider. Being an elf, he was no weakling, but there was certain limits to what he could handle..
His training has began easily enough-- weeks spent at getting familiar with using a sword and various other weapons. The repeated excercises had been somewhat boring, but certainly better than what he was going through now.
His trainers-- Gashild, who was a kull warrior, and the elven fighter Sorun, were both quite merciless when it came to his training.
::You are a Rider, the only one still in existence. It's only right that you are to become a skilled fighter as well, take a warm bath-- that will loosen your muscles::
Wings rustling as she stretched her wings, a slender green dragon stood up from the leather-padded floor where she had been resting. And her green-gold eyes blinking as she woke completely, she turned her seven meters long body towards Cian.
Having grown a lot during the months since her hatching, the young dragoness was far from the tiny and rather ungainly dragonet she had been. As was typical of dragons, her jasper scales almost seemed to glitter with a inner light, and despite of her inherited knowledge-- she was a source of endless curiosity.
Not to forget a source of annoyance to Cian at times, as she had a tendency to be a bit too meddling, always making sure to have a word in just about everything he was doing.
Still, despite the hardships, there was nothing that would have convinced him that it would ultimately have been better if she never had hatched for him. They had become too close for that-- she already was and would always be his greatest friend and champion, as he was hers.
"What I would really love, Jasper..., is a good massage" he said, closing his eyes as he really felt too tired to keep them open. If Siv had still been around, she might have been willing to give him one, but his fellow goldsmith apprentice had went back to Ellesmèra two weeks ago. It would have been nice if she could have stayed though, but he understood that she had chosen to go back to her studies.
In the process of being rebuilt, Vroengard was a rather desolate place still. As he was a Rider, he could consider himself lucky to have been given proper quarters. Most of the warriors and workers living there as well, had to make do with barracks and unfinished quarters.
Jasper shifted her wings in a dragon's equialent of a shrug, ::in the absence of someone to give you that massage, a warm bath is still the next best thing. I fear that my claws would do a poor job..::
The dragon's eyes glittered with unveiled humor as she looked towards the inner exit of their quarters, ::and I believe that we are getting a visitor. Two actually, Gashild is coming, an elf who I have not met is accompanying him::
Cian forced back a groan.
Whatever his teacher's reasons for bringing a visitor at this time, it was unlikely that it included another bout of training. But as exhausted as he was, he really didn't want to have to deal with the warrior and a guest, as it undoubtely meant that he would have to stay awake for a while longer.