A New Chance (Eragon RP) Semi-Lit RP
Welcome to Alagaesia,
Homeland of the Dragon Riders
Before your grandfathers’ fathers were born, and yea, even before their fathers, the Dragon Riders were formed. To protect and guard was their mission, and for thousands of years they succeeded. Their prowess in battle was unmatched, for each had the strength of ten men. They were immortal unless blade or poison took them. For good only were their powers used, and under their tutelage tall cities and towers were built out of the living stone. While they kept peace, the land flourished. It was a golden time. The elves were our allies, the dwarves our friends. Wealth flowed into our cities, and men prospered. But weep . . . for it could not last.
Though no enemy could destroy them, they could not guard against themselves. And it came to pass at the height of their power that a boy, Galbatorix by name, was born in the province of Inzilbêth, which is no more. At ten he was tested, as was the custom, and it was found that great power resided in him. The Riders accepted him as their own.
Through their training he passed, exceeding all others in skill. Gifted with a sharp mind and strong body, he quickly took his place among the Riders’ ranks. Some saw his abrupt rise as dangerous and warned the others, but the Riders had grown arrogant in their power and ignored caution. Alas, sorrow was conceived that day.
So it was that soon after his training was finished, Galbatorix took a reckless trip with two friends. Far north they flew, night and day, and passed into the Urgals’ remaining territory, foolishly thinking their new powers would protect them. There on a thick sheet of ice, unmelted even in summer, they were ambushed in their sleep. Though his friends and their dragons were butchered and he suffered great wounds, Galbatorix slew his attackers. Tragically, during the fight a stray arrow pierced his dragon’s heart. Without the arts to save her, she died in his arms. Then were the seeds of madness planted.
Alone, bereft of much of his strength and half mad with loss, Galbatorix wandered without hope in that desolate land, seeking death. It did not come to him, though he threw himself without fear against any living thing. Urgals and other monsters soon fled from his haunted form. During this time he came to realize that the Riders might grant him another dragon. Driven by this thought, he began the arduous journey, on foot, back through the Spine. Territory he had soared over effortlessly on a dragon’s back now took him months to traverse. He could hunt with magic, but oftentimes he walked in places where animals did not travel. Thus when his feet finally left the mountains, he was close to death. A farmer found him collapsed in the mud and summoned the Riders.
Unconscious, he was taken to their holdings, and his body healed. He slept for four days. Upon awakening he gave no sign of his fevered mind. When he was brought before a council convened to judge him, Galbatorix demanded another dragon. The desperation of the request revealed his dementia, and the council saw him for what he truly was. Denied his hope, Galbatorix, through the twisted mirror of his madness, came to believe it was the Riders’ fault his dragon had died. Night after night he brooded on that and formulated a plan to exact revenge.
He found a sympathetic Rider, and there his insidious words took root. By persistent reasoning and the use of dark secrets learned from a Shade, he inflamed the Rider against their elders. Together they treacherously lured and killed an elder. When the foul deed was done, Galbatorix turned on his ally and slaughtered him without warning. The Riders found him, then, with blood dripping from his hands. A scream tore from his lips, and he fled into the night. As he was cunning in his madness, they could not find him.
For years he hid in wastelands like a hunted animal, always watching for pursuers. His atrocity was not forgotten, but over time searches ceased. Then through some ill fortune he met a young Rider, Morzan—strong of body, but weak of mind. Galbatorix convinced Morzan to leave a gate unbolted in the citadel Ilirea, which is now called Urû’baen. Through this gate Galbatorix entered and stole a dragon hatchling.
He and his new disciple hid themselves in an evil place where the Riders dared not venture. There Morzan entered into a dark apprenticeship, learning secrets and forbidden magic that should never have been revealed. When his instruction was finished and Galbatorix’s black dragon, Shruikan, was fully grown, Galbatorix revealed himself to the world, with Morzan at his side. Together they fought any Rider they met. With each kill their strength grew. Twelve of the Riders joined Galbatorix out of desire for power and revenge against perceived wrongs. Those twelve, with Morzan, became the Thirteen Forsworn. The Riders were unprepared and fell beneath the onslaught. The elves, too, fought bitterly against Galbatorix, but they were overthrown and forced to flee to their secret places, from whence they come no more.
Only Vrael, leader of the Riders, could resist Galbatorix and the Forsworn. Ancient and wise, he struggled to save what he could and keep the remaining dragons from falling to his enemies. In the last battle, before the gates of Dorú Areaba, Vrael defeated Galbatorix, but hesitated with the final blow. Galbatorix seized the moment and smote him in the side. Grievously wounded, Vrael fled to Utgard Mountain, where he hoped to gather strength. But it was not to be, for Galbatorix found him. As they fought, Galbatorix kicked Vrael in the fork of his legs. With that underhanded blow, he gained dominance over Vrael and removed his head with a blazing sword.
Then as power rushed through his veins, Galbatorix anointed himself king over all Alagaësia.
And from that day, he has ruled us.
~Taken from the book, Eragon.~
Though others thought that the Dragon Riders had all been killed in the fall, there are still riders hiding. A rider by the name of Lithium had survived the fall, along with a company of riders. Lithium was wise, and had already completed her training with a few of the other riders. The others who had not finished their training finished under Lithium's careful eye as she had had her own apprentice. For years they have stayed hidden in the hidden city, Dory Areaba.
Now, each rider has been searching for potential riders for the past hundred years.
Finally, the have found them. A single group of riders with all sorts of backgrounds have been chosen by the hidden eggs, and now they need to learn how to become riders.
If they finish their training, they'll have to help Eragon defeat King Galbatorix. If not, well everyone knows what happens.
This is an Eragon roleplay, so you have to roleplay as both dragon and rider.
No-one will roleplay as Eragon or Galbatorix, this is the training of the new riders. It depends on how well this roleplay goes, if it goes well then I will introduce a sequel.
Now that is out of the way, I will go onto the rules. Please read them, I have been working on this roleplay for a long, long, time.
Rules
~No powerplaying. This is a rule that I will enforce the most as there will be a lot of fighting (hopefully).
~No Gary/Mary-sues. No one is perfect, please understand that.
~No whining, please. I can't handle that too well right now.
~I have the right to not accept your character, please accept that.
~Listen to me. This is my roleplay so please listen!
~All of Tess' rules apply here.
~This isn't really a romance, but I may allow some. Just try not to make it like it is only about romance, it isn't.
~Please try to be active, though I understand if you are busy in real life.
~No chatspeak, at all. It is hard to understand.
~This is not modern day, so characters can't suddenly pull out a mobile phone or drive away in their car.
~You can have up to three characters, though only one teacher.
~This is Semi-Lit. post at least a paragraph (6 very good sentences).
~I have the right to add more rules.
As said up above in the introduction, there is a character named Lithium who is basically the leader of the group. She has friends who help her teach the new riders. Lithium is my character, but her friends are all up for others to have. There will only be four friends at the moment, though I might let some more in if this becomes popular.
Lithium's Friends (the teachers)
Lithium's friends are over one hundred years old, they are all full dragon riders. Their dragons are mature, and still constantly grow. They can be either human or elf, it doesn't really matter. They all have two or three students each, I will randomly pick the students for each teacher. Each teacher has to teach their students the basics; magic, flying, and sword fighting.
The New Riders (the students)
New riders all begin with a dragon hatchling, and can choose their dragon's name. The students are responsible - they have to turn up to their 'lessons' on time. In the beginning they are all beginners, and so they all are at the same level.
There can not be two dragons with the same name, nor riders. No one can be named 'Arya', 'Eragon', 'Murtagh' or any other *current* book character name (meaning those still alive, though not Brom or Morzan). You may be related to them, but not siblings.
Saphira is alright though, as is all other dragon names.
Forms:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Teacher/student:
Personality (brief):
Race (human or elf):
History (optional):
Family:
Description:
Anything else:
Dragon name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality (brief):
Description:
Anything else:
Thank you for reading, and please feel free to join.
Welcome to Alagaesia,
Homeland of the Dragon Riders
Before your grandfathers’ fathers were born, and yea, even before their fathers, the Dragon Riders were formed. To protect and guard was their mission, and for thousands of years they succeeded. Their prowess in battle was unmatched, for each had the strength of ten men. They were immortal unless blade or poison took them. For good only were their powers used, and under their tutelage tall cities and towers were built out of the living stone. While they kept peace, the land flourished. It was a golden time. The elves were our allies, the dwarves our friends. Wealth flowed into our cities, and men prospered. But weep . . . for it could not last.
Though no enemy could destroy them, they could not guard against themselves. And it came to pass at the height of their power that a boy, Galbatorix by name, was born in the province of Inzilbêth, which is no more. At ten he was tested, as was the custom, and it was found that great power resided in him. The Riders accepted him as their own.
Through their training he passed, exceeding all others in skill. Gifted with a sharp mind and strong body, he quickly took his place among the Riders’ ranks. Some saw his abrupt rise as dangerous and warned the others, but the Riders had grown arrogant in their power and ignored caution. Alas, sorrow was conceived that day.
So it was that soon after his training was finished, Galbatorix took a reckless trip with two friends. Far north they flew, night and day, and passed into the Urgals’ remaining territory, foolishly thinking their new powers would protect them. There on a thick sheet of ice, unmelted even in summer, they were ambushed in their sleep. Though his friends and their dragons were butchered and he suffered great wounds, Galbatorix slew his attackers. Tragically, during the fight a stray arrow pierced his dragon’s heart. Without the arts to save her, she died in his arms. Then were the seeds of madness planted.
Alone, bereft of much of his strength and half mad with loss, Galbatorix wandered without hope in that desolate land, seeking death. It did not come to him, though he threw himself without fear against any living thing. Urgals and other monsters soon fled from his haunted form. During this time he came to realize that the Riders might grant him another dragon. Driven by this thought, he began the arduous journey, on foot, back through the Spine. Territory he had soared over effortlessly on a dragon’s back now took him months to traverse. He could hunt with magic, but oftentimes he walked in places where animals did not travel. Thus when his feet finally left the mountains, he was close to death. A farmer found him collapsed in the mud and summoned the Riders.
Unconscious, he was taken to their holdings, and his body healed. He slept for four days. Upon awakening he gave no sign of his fevered mind. When he was brought before a council convened to judge him, Galbatorix demanded another dragon. The desperation of the request revealed his dementia, and the council saw him for what he truly was. Denied his hope, Galbatorix, through the twisted mirror of his madness, came to believe it was the Riders’ fault his dragon had died. Night after night he brooded on that and formulated a plan to exact revenge.
He found a sympathetic Rider, and there his insidious words took root. By persistent reasoning and the use of dark secrets learned from a Shade, he inflamed the Rider against their elders. Together they treacherously lured and killed an elder. When the foul deed was done, Galbatorix turned on his ally and slaughtered him without warning. The Riders found him, then, with blood dripping from his hands. A scream tore from his lips, and he fled into the night. As he was cunning in his madness, they could not find him.
For years he hid in wastelands like a hunted animal, always watching for pursuers. His atrocity was not forgotten, but over time searches ceased. Then through some ill fortune he met a young Rider, Morzan—strong of body, but weak of mind. Galbatorix convinced Morzan to leave a gate unbolted in the citadel Ilirea, which is now called Urû’baen. Through this gate Galbatorix entered and stole a dragon hatchling.
He and his new disciple hid themselves in an evil place where the Riders dared not venture. There Morzan entered into a dark apprenticeship, learning secrets and forbidden magic that should never have been revealed. When his instruction was finished and Galbatorix’s black dragon, Shruikan, was fully grown, Galbatorix revealed himself to the world, with Morzan at his side. Together they fought any Rider they met. With each kill their strength grew. Twelve of the Riders joined Galbatorix out of desire for power and revenge against perceived wrongs. Those twelve, with Morzan, became the Thirteen Forsworn. The Riders were unprepared and fell beneath the onslaught. The elves, too, fought bitterly against Galbatorix, but they were overthrown and forced to flee to their secret places, from whence they come no more.
Only Vrael, leader of the Riders, could resist Galbatorix and the Forsworn. Ancient and wise, he struggled to save what he could and keep the remaining dragons from falling to his enemies. In the last battle, before the gates of Dorú Areaba, Vrael defeated Galbatorix, but hesitated with the final blow. Galbatorix seized the moment and smote him in the side. Grievously wounded, Vrael fled to Utgard Mountain, where he hoped to gather strength. But it was not to be, for Galbatorix found him. As they fought, Galbatorix kicked Vrael in the fork of his legs. With that underhanded blow, he gained dominance over Vrael and removed his head with a blazing sword.
Then as power rushed through his veins, Galbatorix anointed himself king over all Alagaësia.
And from that day, he has ruled us.
~Taken from the book, Eragon.~
Though others thought that the Dragon Riders had all been killed in the fall, there are still riders hiding. A rider by the name of Lithium had survived the fall, along with a company of riders. Lithium was wise, and had already completed her training with a few of the other riders. The others who had not finished their training finished under Lithium's careful eye as she had had her own apprentice. For years they have stayed hidden in the hidden city, Dory Areaba.
Now, each rider has been searching for potential riders for the past hundred years.
Finally, the have found them. A single group of riders with all sorts of backgrounds have been chosen by the hidden eggs, and now they need to learn how to become riders.
If they finish their training, they'll have to help Eragon defeat King Galbatorix. If not, well everyone knows what happens.
This is an Eragon roleplay, so you have to roleplay as both dragon and rider.
No-one will roleplay as Eragon or Galbatorix, this is the training of the new riders. It depends on how well this roleplay goes, if it goes well then I will introduce a sequel.
Now that is out of the way, I will go onto the rules. Please read them, I have been working on this roleplay for a long, long, time.
Rules
~No powerplaying. This is a rule that I will enforce the most as there will be a lot of fighting (hopefully).
~No Gary/Mary-sues. No one is perfect, please understand that.
~No whining, please. I can't handle that too well right now.
~I have the right to not accept your character, please accept that.
~Listen to me. This is my roleplay so please listen!
~All of Tess' rules apply here.
~This isn't really a romance, but I may allow some. Just try not to make it like it is only about romance, it isn't.
~Please try to be active, though I understand if you are busy in real life.
~No chatspeak, at all. It is hard to understand.
~This is not modern day, so characters can't suddenly pull out a mobile phone or drive away in their car.
~You can have up to three characters, though only one teacher.
~This is Semi-Lit. post at least a paragraph (6 very good sentences).
~I have the right to add more rules.
As said up above in the introduction, there is a character named Lithium who is basically the leader of the group. She has friends who help her teach the new riders. Lithium is my character, but her friends are all up for others to have. There will only be four friends at the moment, though I might let some more in if this becomes popular.
Lithium's Friends (the teachers)
Lithium's friends are over one hundred years old, they are all full dragon riders. Their dragons are mature, and still constantly grow. They can be either human or elf, it doesn't really matter. They all have two or three students each, I will randomly pick the students for each teacher. Each teacher has to teach their students the basics; magic, flying, and sword fighting.
The New Riders (the students)
New riders all begin with a dragon hatchling, and can choose their dragon's name. The students are responsible - they have to turn up to their 'lessons' on time. In the beginning they are all beginners, and so they all are at the same level.
There can not be two dragons with the same name, nor riders. No one can be named 'Arya', 'Eragon', 'Murtagh' or any other *current* book character name (meaning those still alive, though not Brom or Morzan). You may be related to them, but not siblings.
Saphira is alright though, as is all other dragon names.
Forms:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Teacher/student:
Personality (brief):
Race (human or elf):
History (optional):
Family:
Description:
Anything else:
Dragon name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality (brief):
Description:
Anything else:
Thank you for reading, and please feel free to join.
