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overlordmorzan sent:

"Well, well, well... Look who it is. Selena's little bastard."

overlordmorzan:

thelastdragonrider:

Within the blink of an eye the young rider had unsheated her - morzan’s? - sword, body shifting into a defensive stance and eyes narrowed at the forsworn in front of her. This was the last thing she needed right now, honestly.

"Morzan."

In her mind Eragon calculated her chances of winning in case a fight would occur. Even without her current state it would be a difficult task, especially as she doubted that the rider’s own dragon was too far from here.

"What do you want?"

If the forsworn truly was here to challenge the younger rider, then things didn’t exactly look good for the young woman.


"Expelliarmus!" Morzan cast a disarming spell. "I do think it’s time to give me that sword back. I appreciate the care you’ve given it." He laughed at Eragon’s expressions, maneuvering to kiss her roughly while trying to claim Zar’roc.

Eragon could do nothing but watch with a baffled expression as Zar’roc flew out of her hands before hitting the floor with a clattering sound a few feet away from their position.

What kind of spell had that been? After training with Brom and Oromis the girl had thought she knew a lot about disarming spells, yet this one was entirely new to her… and the fact that her protection spells weren’t able to block it only worried her further. Had she underrated the forsworn?

The sudden kiss made the younger rider quickly concentrate on the current situation again, and wrestling down her feeling of disgust the girl pressed her palms against the male’s chest, trying to push him away while keeping him from reaching Zar’roc at the same time.

overlordmorzan sent:

"Well, well, well... Look who it is. Selena's little bastard."

overlordmorzan:

thelastdragonrider:

Within the blink of an eye the young rider had unsheated her - morzan’s? - sword, body shifting into a defensive stance and eyes narrowed at the forsworn in front of her. This was the last thing she needed right now, honestly.

"Morzan."

In her mind Eragon calculated her chances of winning in case a fight would occur. Even without her current state it would be a difficult task, especially as she doubted that the rider’s own dragon was too far from here.

"What do you want?"

If the forsworn truly was here to challenge the younger rider, then things didn’t exactly look good for the young woman.

Morzan slowly smiled, stepping closer toward the girl. “I’m glad you recognize me.” he remarked. He mocked the great shadeslayer with a slight bow, discolored eyes gleaming with depravity.

He reached to touch Eragon’s face, breathing onto her lips a scent heavy with alcohol and cigarette smoke. While pressing her to a wall, he purred out, “Let’s have some fun.”

Of all the things which Morzan could have been doing, this was certainly the least expected one. Eyes widening in surprise, Eragon stared at the older rider in a mixture of shock and confusion, the sword which held onto Zar’roc uelessly hanging by his side.

Yet the forsworn’s words quickly pulled the rider out of her frozen state and with a snarl on her face she pushed the other rider away, bringing the crimson blade up between them.

"You are repulsive!"

Anonymous sent:

Do you have a goal? A dream?

A goal?

Killing Galbatorix.

Despite the answer, clearly behind her eyes Eragon hesitated to utter these words. This… was what everyone expected of her. What everyone wanted her to do. But… was this her dream too?

"My dream…"

Saphira, who could feel the confusing emotions of her rider gently nudged the young girl’s shoulder, quietly sending a wave of her own warm emotions into Eragon’s body and mind.

Straightening up a bit more the brunette rider then nodded softly, giving her dragoness companion a small smile.

"My dream is to help making Alagaësia into a safe place for everyone once more…!"

Anonymous sent:

Who do you hate the most?

Multiple names sprang to the rider’s mind at this question and Eragon needed a while to think of a proper answer.

There surely was Galbatorix - how else could it be? Shee had despised the usurper since her childhood days, and the more she learned about the fallen rider the more did her antipathy towards the King grow. Yet… as strange as it was, Eragon did not hate him…yet.

Next on her list was Morzan. She had thought him dead, as Brom himself had told her he had ended the forsworn’s life with his own hands. Yet Eragon had still encountered the older rider just recently… Whatever her feelings for the forsworn were, they most certainly weren’t of a kind nature. But… was he really the one she hated most? No…

Even Vanir’s name came to the young woman’s mind, but Eragon quickly pushed it aside. True, she disliked the elf, but hate him? Hardly.

Then, finally the answer came with such force that the rider clenched her hands into fists and gritted her teeth together.

"Durza."

It had been the shade that was to blame for all misery in his life. Durza had sent the Ra’zac, Durza had killed Brom, had imprisoned and tortured Arya… had given Eragon the scar on her back.

The name along was enough to make the brunette’s inner beast roar in rage, clawing at her insides. Yes… if there was one single being that Eragon hated more than any other, then it would be the shade.

Thelastdragonrider and Mindoverthrown joined forces!

Frowning and appearing rather unhappy in general the young rider folded his arms across his chest, crumpling the piece of paper in his hands. He did not know about ‘tumblr affiliations’ yet the mere fact that he was an affiliate of the shade now told him that it hardly could be something good.

"I’m… happy to inform you all that Durza and I are now affiliates.”

Ono eru néiat iet Ebrithil || Closed RP with Mindoverthrown

Laying on the piece of wood, which was most likely supposed to be a bed, the young rider held her eyes closed, hoping that her skullsplitting headache would abade if she did. Eragon needed water, and her body did it’s best to make this very obvious, but for now she had to ignore her needs - had to endure the pain.

Her only joy was the fact that her head was getting clearer and clearer with every meal she skipped. Soon the drug’s effect would have completely wielded off.

Foodsteps outside of her cell made the young girl flinch though, quickly opening her eyes and sitting up. It would be bad if the guards were to notice that she refused food and water. The rider did not doubt that it would be an easy feat for them or - god beware - the shade to force her to take the drug.

And so Eragon simply leaned back, ignoring her headache as best as she could and waiting for her ‘guest’ to enter…

jastun-frailthorn:


//Awesome, It’s under the headcanon tag, and at the bottom click additional headcanon to see the rest.

//Alright, will do! Thank you very much for the explanation! :)

(Source: thelastdragonrider)

overlordmorzan sent:

"Well, well, well... Look who it is. Selena's little bastard."

Within the blink of an eye the young rider had unsheated her - morzan’s? - sword, body shifting into a defensive stance and eyes narrowed at the forsworn in front of her. This was the last thing she needed right now, honestly.

"Morzan."

In her mind Eragon calculated her chances of winning in case a fight would occur. Even without her current state it would be a difficult task, especially as she doubted that the rider’s own dragon was too far from here.

"What do you want?"

If the forsworn truly was here to challenge the younger rider, then things didn’t exactly look good for the young woman.

Anonymous sent:

m!a: let's make you a girl once more~! Lasts for the next 10 asks

Now it has already been the second time that Eragon suddendly found himself surrounded by a sparkling and sickly sweet smelling cloud of smoke, it’s magic changing his body.

Coughing he waved his hand around in front of his face and stumbled out of the glittering cloud, grateful for the fresh air that filled his lungs again. While the smoke slowly dissolved behind him, chased by an overly excited Misnéach, the young rider examinated his body.

At the sight of his obvious cleavage and wider hips Eragon gave a small sigh, rubbing his temples with his fingers. While he was already familiar with this new body of his - given that he had been cursed by the same spell already - it wasn’t exactly welcome. Last time he had to endure a lot of teasing and even harassment to some extend, not to speak of the difficulties which his new frame gave him during fights.

Running a hand through her now slightly longer hair the young girl frowned rather unhappy at the little note that fluttered out from the leftover cloud, bearing the faceless magician’s message.

"This isn’t exactly helpful, you now…"

Message from the Netherworld

Hello everyone!

After our way too long absence we all have returned, hoping that this time we will manage to actually stay active, haha…!

As we are starting here once more I wish to inform everyone that all current ongoing roleplays are canceled - mainly because I doubt that any of you has the patience to continue these threads. I am once more very sorry for not being here for such a long time…

Atra esterní ono thelduin