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Post by Megaera on Apr 10, 2012 17:47:20 GMT -5
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>> with an ease that was so simple, could Megaera bring misfortune to those she came across. It was an easy thing, to swing a sword the another's chest or a knife to another's throat. These had come to be many times throughout Megaera's travels. She herself has killed many times in her life, and now what had followed her on her way was something people truly feared- the rise of a rebel empire. The sorrow and pain from the dying families were a beautiful song to her, and nothing could cease this reign of terror.
>> megaera held a graceful look: her thin and refined elven features combined with her prowess and knowledge. Her dark clothing were loose and allowed for movement, and her nails were long and more pointed than one would see natural.
Although her features were refined and beautiful, there was something about her that was off-setting. Maybe her eyes, the way the watched everything and were wary of all, or maybe it was her presence in itself. After all, she did not blame others for keeping well away from her.
>> the half-breed had been traveling when she ended up in this part of Alagaësia, and she stayed in an Inn for quite some time. Now, she was on her way again and it was this mortal she had first come across. She had witnessed the mortal leap down towards the ground and landed silently without emitting even a whispered noise. Immediately after they landed Megaera had stood from where she was sitting and silently ran with great speed towards him. Her black and blue eyes were wide-open and watchful, and her raven-black hair flowed in the wind behind her. Nobody would have turned their gazed her way as she crossed the streets. Nobody heard any noise to turn their head to in the first place.
>> at Megaera's waist a longsword was tied in it's sheath. It was elven made, which was clear in the design of the sheath and hilt. The pommel held a black, clear gem that shone brilliantly as the sun hit it. She drew her sword and, interestingly enough, the blade, as it moved, left behind a blur of white, almost as if it weren't entirely in one spot. It was a strange effect, clearly created with her powers and the crystal at the pommel. She held it surely, and her steps were swift as she ran to the mortal.
>> it was hard to see, but high up in the sky, among the thick clouds, a glinting dark figure could be seen if you looked hard enough. One could just make out that it was winged and from the dark coloring you could assume it was black. It had no shadow upon the ground, being to far above the ground, and seemed to almost follow the elven half-breed, it's intention falling upon the same as her's. Although they seemed to hold the same intention, the flier stayed high up and hidden to most all ground-going creatures...
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Post by Sath on Apr 10, 2012 23:18:57 GMT -5
Sath had worked on many swords, never completely liking the result. Always finding a flaw in the work. The only sword he ever liked was Uluthrek - his personal sword - which he was studying at the moment. Next to the fire was a steel rod that someone had given him the day before.
Years of training and trying to hide his weapons from soldiers had made him sensitive to when people entered his domain. He didn't hear the footsteps approach behind him, but the presence was enough. The only one who would come without a word would be that annoying stable boy from the inn.
"Bring the--"
He started to say with his annoyed feeling coating the words before turning his head and seeing a woman instead of the young lad in the corner of his eye. He looked back in front of him as he set the sword on a wall. He picked up his hammer and walked toward the fire. As he picked the rod up, he twirled it slightly.
"What do I owe the honor of being in a lady's presence?"
He asked, sticking an end of the rod in the fire. His voice lost the annoyed tone this time, but kept the same hardness. He was curious on why a lady came to his shop. Sure, women had come to pick things up for their husbands. But. This woman didn't seem like she would be married. Why was she here?
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Post by Megaera on Apr 12, 2012 16:17:04 GMT -5
>> megaera's eyes focused on the boy. They seemed to be of the same age. He was young, that was clear, but so was she. He was built like a blacksmith, looked like one, and from what she had seen so far, he had the attitude of one as well. Just what Du Celöbra Reoneya needed: a sword smith that could create swords worth carrying. So far, hers was the only sword she had seen with the grace and power she wished to see the soldiers wield, and if she were to ask, or even suggest, Rhunon join her rebel alliance, she knew she would be in for a beating. Rhunon, the elf who trained her to swordfighting, was the only being in existence she feared. Megaera would only settle for the best, and since she couldn't ask Rhunon she was always on the search for someone good enough to recruit, and that was why she was here. This boy, apparently, had skill in just what she needed.
>> "Lend me your sword," She told him. It wasn't exactly a request, but a demand. If this smith was truly what she was looking for, then his sword would be one she would wield herself if it came down to it. The woman lifted her arm with her hand open, her palm facing upwards for the hilt to be placed in. Her eyes were still narrowed, as they always were, and her stature was perfect. The light breeze moved her raven-black hair only slightly, and her pale olive skin almost seemed to glow under the sunlight. She wore all black, her half-cloak and a camisole underneath, lose trousers that were tightened around her waist and both calves with beige, leather belts, and attached to the belt on her waist was a sheath and sword. She wore leather gladiator sandals on her feet, and five piercings in her ears.
>> it wasn't until she had waited a minute or two that the shadow, barely able to see, began to grow. It grew larger, and darker, until behind Megaera a black-scaled, white-eyed dragon landed behind her. It's head lowered to look inside at Sath, and locked eyes with him menacingly. Megaera turned her head, and only moved her hand to keep the dragon back. She softly said "Do not, Hvitr. It could cost us..." to the dragon, and, with a bit of hesitation, the dragon lost it's menace.
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Post by Sath on Apr 12, 2012 22:15:43 GMT -5
Sath sighed at her demand. Curiosity spark in him at the 'request', but he felt no urge to question her. Uluthrek was a fine sword. Perfectly balanced, beautiful craftsmanship, delicate designs. Named after the Urgal word for mooneater. But, there was something that just didn't settle with him. He loved the sword, but he just wasn't sure what made him feel it wasn't the perfect sword. He shrug slightly, half answering his thoughts, half answering the woman.
He looked back at the rod and picked up his hammer. He pulled the rod out and set it on the anvil, where he started pounding on the end that had entered the fire. He watched as every pound flattened the rod. One... Two... Three... He moved his hammering up the rod some. Four... Five... The rod was losing it's heat a little faster than normal. He put it back in the fire and noticed the dragon. A rider.
"As long as I get it back."
He pulled the rod out and started pounding again, silently praying the dragon wouldn't fly off and cause the rod to cool down faster. He knew the result would be the same whether the dragon left, but, if the dragon left, it would slow the progress. Not only was there a possibility of the steel cooling, but the fire going out as well. All progress would be slowed then.
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Post by Megaera on Apr 14, 2012 13:11:42 GMT -5
>> megaera chuckled lightly. "I wish only to examine it," she reassured, and closed her grip around the hilt. She moved her eyes from the boy to his sword, carefully examining it's finer details. She looked at the thickness of the blade, how thin the edges were, and it's flexibility. It was satisfactory, but could it cut? She took the blade, and ran it's edge down the palm of her free hand. She applied little force, and it sliced right through her skin. She smiled. Finally, she unsheathed her sword, and compared. Of course, compared to Nángoröth, every sword was dull-looking. Nángoröth held a very elegant yet haunting appearance, and it's white blade shone under the light. When she moved it, the sword almost seemed to trail a little bit. When it moved, it created a blur of white in the air that slowly faded back to the sword. Her reasoning for naming it what it is. It's white blade was curious, since her dragon's scales shone black, yet the sword was created specifically for her. It may be that Hvitr was white-scaled as a hatchling, his egg, eyes, and fire all are white as well.
>> finally, after a few minutes, she held the sword by it's blade, it's hilt out for Sath to take. "It is a fine sword you have. I assume you forged it yourself?" she questioned. This last question would seal the deal. If he did, she would recruit him to her alliance... After a few sworn oaths, of course.
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Post by Sath on Apr 15, 2012 21:53:16 GMT -5
"I did forge Uluthrek. And put it against the wall."
Sath didn't stop working as he glanced at her. He looked back at his work as he shoved the rod back into the fire. He sighed and turned toward her. A question lingered in his eyes. Why? Why was she asking? Why was she here? She had a sword and a good one at that. Why.
He glanced back at the rod in the fire. It was starting to take it's shape. The end was flat, the edges were semi sharp. Soon it would be a sword. Soon, he could test it's balance and durability. Soon he would figure out if it was worth his time. Soon. Everything would change soon, whether Sath realized it or not.
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Post by Megaera on Apr 16, 2012 13:46:26 GMT -5
>> smiling, she set his sword against the nearest wall. Finally, she had found someone worth having in her alliance. "Well, I guess that means I have a preposition for you." She would allow for him to answer personally and would respect that. Should he say no, she would respect his choice, but would not rest in asking. If he said no, she would come back and ask several times until he changed his mind. However, she hardly thought it would be necessary. Most anyone would do something that could gain them heirarchy, especially when it was what she would offer. "However, I realize I haven't yet introduced myself," She said, then bowed respectively, a habit she formed when she first became a dragon rider. "I am Megaera, half-breed and dragon rider. And behind me is Hvitr, whom would not introduce himself to any outside of his own race," she said in a light-hearted scowl.
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Post by Sath on Apr 16, 2012 22:01:56 GMT -5
Sath pulled the rod out and started pounding on it again. A preposition for him? Two... What was it? Three... What could she possibly want with him. Four... What did a dragon rider want with a blacksmith? Five... Sath shoved the rod back into the fire and turned to face her. What ever it was, she wanted him and him only. Or that was what he understood from her tone. When he spoke, his voice held a hint of sarcasm in it.
"Sath. Human and blacksmith. What is the preposition?"
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Post by Megaera on Apr 18, 2012 7:26:30 GMT -5
>> "For you to join my alliance," Megaera stated in response. "We could find great use in you, and we are in need of a personal blacksmith. You seem to be just what we need." Megaera's smile turned into more of a smirk. She always found some kind of amusement in recruiting. Some leaped at the chance, others had to be convinced, but in the end they all accepted her offer. Whether it be because they had a craving for power, we're previously aligned with the fool Galbatorix, or because it was merely her that was asking, she cared not. They swore in the ancient language, and they were bound to her biddings. However, she had yet to find another, a Dragonrider like herself, to rule alongside. She feared one thing: she would lose all sense of sanity as Galbatorix had, and with another, that could be prevented. However, it was hardly anything worth worrying over at the moment.
>> watching in the background was Hvitr, his completely white eyes watching everything. Many thought that just because of his eye color that her was blind. However, that was hardly the case. Hvitr's eyesight was greater than any being, even the eldest of dragons, could ever hope for. He had ever allowed the elder dragons to perceive the world through his eyes, and was praised for his exceptional eyesight, as well as his hearing, smell and taste. He could taste the wind, knowing exactly what was upwind miles and miles away. That was what made him an exceptional hunter and tracker. Besides those facts, he was also handsome; on a dragon's standards. Females are considered beautiful, but when a male got as close to that as possible while still maintaining their masculinity, they were considered handsome. Hvitr could even compare to Saphira herself, whom he disliked for her closeness to such a good that prevented a dragon from being what they were truly meant to be: fierce predators that hunts all and is hunted by nobody.
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Post by Sath on Apr 18, 2012 16:47:25 GMT -5
Sath tensed and looked at the fire. Everyone from his childhood believed he could not and would not pick a side even if it meant saving his life. As a child, he had been let down by the Varden when his father died and had his life shattered again when Galbatorix's men killed his mother. He never picked between them as they struggled for power over the lands. He never cared for either side. Now, he had to pick. Join her alliance or stay forever neutral.
He had always compared himself to the fire he worked by. The fire was hard to tame. It takes years to learn how to. You had to understand every aspect of the fire when placing an object into it. The wrong object could agitate the flames and cause an explosion. Leaving an acceptable object in for too long could melt it to a point deemed unusable. He had always believed that he was like the untameable flames. No one had learned 'how to tame' him yet. When provoked, his defense mechanisms went into high gear and he 'exploded' at others. Yet, this woman reminded him more of the fire than himself. She was a completely free spirit.
"What better things do I have to do, Lady Megeara?"He looked at her. careful to block emotion from his eyes. She was neither the Varden nor Galbatorix. What did he have to lose? His mother and father dead. He had no siblings that he was aware of. He had no friends. By saying those words, he defied what everyone believed to be true about him. He had never called anyone Lady, or Lord, if it was the case of a male. He never picked any side of an argument. And here he was. Picking a side and calling her Lady Megaera. Who would've guessed.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Megaera on Apr 19, 2012 19:23:30 GMT -5
>> megaera's smile widened into a grin, and said "Then pack your things. We're heading to the desert." She turned towards Hvitr, who had let his head rest on the ground under the sun, with his eyes closed. She rested a hand on his snout, and jumped up onto his back easily, having done it millions of times before. She looked down and checked the strappings of the seats and bags, making sure everything was tight and wouldn't fall off in flight. They could always dive down and catch it if it fell, but no person who is flying for the first time ever enjoys that single experience.
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Post by Sath on Apr 19, 2012 22:56:58 GMT -5
Sath nodded and changed the rod from fire to water before walking into a back room. He put the few belongings he owned into a saddle bag that had been given to him in exchange for his services long ago. He grabbed and put on the old belt an elderly soldier had given Sath when he was learning the art of the sword. Throwing the bags over his shoulder, he walked back into the main room and filled the rest of the saddle bags with some of his tools. He slipped his sword into the belt and grabbed the rod.
"Ready."
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Post by Megaera on Apr 24, 2012 20:44:47 GMT -5
>> megaera nodded, and Hvitr, who stood, picked Sath up by his shirt, setting him on his back. Hvitr's tail had an impatient twitch, as he wanted to get back to the desert as soon as the weather would let him. Megaera didn't strap in her legs, but had Sath's legs strapped to the seat instead. Having being an experienced flyer, she could manage without it. Hvitr, sensing they were ready, stretched out his wings, and with a powerful downstroke, thy leaped off the ground into flight, climbing higher and higher until they were just below the clouds, where Hvitr stopped beating his wings and soared through the sky.
>> megaera, when they were steadily flying, turned around to face Sath. She sat down between Hvitr's shoulder blades with her legs crossed, and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment. She opened it, and held it in front of Sath against Hvitr's back surely, as to not let it fly away. "I have a request for you. I want you to read this aloud," she said to him. Upon the parchment was the words to an oath sworn by all of her loyals to her, so no truce could be broken and she could not be betrayed. It was written the the runic alphabet English and the ancient language shared, so it should be easy enough for him to read. She had only come across a select few who couldn't read, but we're still valuable to have alongside.
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Post by Sath on Apr 25, 2012 20:08:15 GMT -5
Sath had grumbled under his breath as the dragon picked him up. He clung on as they flew up. With the little experience he had around dragons or any other rideable creature, this was terrifying, yet truly amazing experience to have.Once they steadied out, Sath set the saddlebags on his lap as she placed the parchment in front of him.
"You expect me to know how to read?"
It wasn't as much of a question as it was a fact. She assumed he could read, which he did, but not many people knew or expected that much of him. Even though he was a blacksmith, he had been raised in a rich family. He had learned to read and write at a young age, an education for someone that was not destined to a peasants life.
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Post by Megaera on Apr 26, 2012 21:51:11 GMT -5
>> megaera gave a confused look, then responded saying "Of course I do. All recruits must be able to at least be capable of reading, and if not they are required to learn both reading and writing before they are to become any part of this army." Had she been too expectant? She knew not many people could read, but there were quite a few who could. She had expected him to be able to read, but hadn't expected him to question that she did. However, she quickly lost the look of astonishment and her expression once again went neutral. She sat there, waiting for him to read the words off the strip of parchment. If he couldn't, he would have to tell her.
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