Rider's Generation(CLOSED)

[The BadWolf]

{I have some writer's block right now for dragons so this isn't going to be of my usual standard, sorry!}

Zar'roc turned his head away from the younger riders, returning it to the ground where it had been resting a few minutes prior.
Harvey, I do believe there will be a much more...interesting sparring occurring a few moments from now. You may wish to give it your attention. He purred, watching Ren and Sardonyx speak.
Harvey looked up in intrigue. Sparring? I would very much like to take part...still, he'd wipe the floor with me. He laughed a little darkly, before leaning against Zar'roc's leg. The dragon huffed a laugh.
You're bored. He said bluntly.
You can talk! snapped Harvey.
I am not bored, I am merely tired of the slow progression of the events regarding myself.
Yeah. Right. Scoffed Harvey.

[narwhallama]

(I'm going to gone for a few days at my grandparents'.)

[☾ ℜε∨αη ☽]

(Sorry for the late post, but the holidays have been disruptive. I may not be able to post at all tomorrow.)

Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

"So you were demonstration your own skill?" Sardonyx questioned, her anger sizzling down into a quiet unrest. Should I, Nazaroth? I do not want to continue unless you agree with me.

Yes, I believe we need to put him in his place. Nazaroth said, briefly glancing over before replying to Evira. Again, thank you. I do believe that you are fair competition, though. You remind me of the midnight-blue sky at night.

Sardonyx took a moment to recollect herself. "You want to flaunt your skills, do you? Then why don't you spar with more of an equal, hm?"

(@besy - Okay, thanks for letting me know.)

[CorvusSchnee]

Far from the academy, deep in the heart of the Hadarac Desert, lay a mountain. It was here, deep in the darkness, that an ancient evil lived side by side with a new evil. The ancient evil, the Ra'zac, had taught the new evil, had been its teachers and its nurturers. When the man had learned all it could, the Ra'zac had become his willing servants. Whatever he bid, they would do. The Ra'zac had been the start of his army and would now be the harbringers of darkness. A darkness that would spread throughout Alagaesia, would threaten its peace once again. The darkness came in the form of an elf, his skin pale and untouched by the sun. His name was Thawon, and he cared not for the light that had forsaken him. He was one of the first in the newest era of riders, a pupil to the great Eragon himself, but had fallen long ago. He sat on what seemed to be an onyx throne, hands clutched beneath his chin as he brooded in the darkness of his home, waiting to hear back from the ones who had decided to join him. When the Ra'zac came to him, the throne he sat on moved, a great head turning to glare at the creatures that had disturbed the dargon's master. It was a giant dragon, the spikes on its spine glinting like sharpened blades. Thawon looked up, his crimson eyes seeming to pierce his old teachers. "Go, Ra'zac. It is time for you to strike, to remind the foolish people of Alagaesia that darkness lurks just beneath the surface. It is time for you to usher in a new era of darkness, one that will not fade into the pages of history so easily."

[qwill.]

{{ hi, everyone! sorry for the belated posting :O I've been über busy with the holiday season. Also, sorry for the shorter posts; they aren't up to my usual standard :p I'll be sure to be more active in the coming days :3 }}

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Ren Teod and Ailla
Gil'ead
Sparring
Sardonyx Crimson
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Ren stared at Sardonyx. He wasn't sure whether to feel excited or nervous. Half of him felt that this is what he had been driving for all along, that this was jet some ploy for Sardonyx's attention to attain her respect, but Ren also felt that he was about to get seriously embarrassed.
Ren, I would advise against this. Don't let your pride stand in the way of your health, Ailla said, genuinely worried. She looks angry enough to do you in.
Is that a challenge? Ren asked Ailla, twirling Vakna. "I would be honored to spar with the director of the academy. Whenever you're ready, Sardonyx-elda." He said bowing respectfully, but keeping his eyes trained on the director. He wasn't going to let her get the jump on him.

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Sarene Meithos and Cairyn
Gil'ead
Watching
Miriel; Eke; Lilla
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Sarene smiled at Miriel's question. "My young one, I have not attended classes here for many years. The person to ask that question to would be the lovely director." Sarene gestured to Sardonyx, then stopped, appalled. The two high ranking officers were now pacing, as if to spar! Cairyn, what kind of conflict will this solve? she asked her dragon, looking worried.
I don't know, 'Ene, but it sure is funny. The Captain is going to wish he had never shown his face here today.
Cairyn, this isn't funny! Should we stop them?
'Ene, Teod was being highly disrespectful towards the director. Let's let them have at it for a few rounds before stepping in.
Alright, Cairyn, on your call.

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Bo Faer Dsatl and Evira
Gil'ead
'Vira is flirting, Bo's just...existing.
Nazaroth
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Evira grinned, as only dragons can. "Nazaroth, if dragons could blush, I would be. That is very kind of you."
'Vira was so enamored with the larger dragon that she failed to see her poor rider flailing about, trying to pat flames out of his beard. "Ren, she's tricking' yeh'! Don't give in!" he tried to call to his friend, but Ren, it seemed, had a one track mind. He was going to spar with Sardonyx, even if it cost him his reputation as a stone cold captain. Ren, you've bleedin' got it bad for the girl, haven't yeh'? Bo asked his friend, resigned.
I don't know what you're talking about. If anything, she's the one flirting with me, came the curt reply.
Ren, buddy. I don't believe women do that kind of thing.

[☾ ℜε∨αη ☽]

Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

I am nothing if not a gentling. Nazaroth hummed to Evira, glancing at Sardonyx every other second. The young woman nodded slightly, and then drew her sword. Well, her rapier. The thin-bladed sword had a hilt that was as black as pitch. The knuckle guard and the sweepings that wrapped around the length of the hilt was made entirely out of black opal and took the shape of a snake that coiled around the user's hand. Fire seemed to dance across the surface of the gem-encrusted handle with every angle. Because of this, Sardonyx had named the rapier Garjzla unin du Sundaver. Light in the Shadows.

Don't be hasty. Nazaroth warned her, taking a longer look over at the scene. With a quick murmur, Sardonyx dulled her own blade, and took a moment to mull over her thoughts. Atren seemed to be watching her intently, so surprise was out of the question unless she played her cards right. With a silent intake of breath, she brought the rapier over her head and made like she was striking at his face, but, unless she was stopped, she would abruptly jerk the blade to side, so it would swat his shoulder if the move was successful.

[☾ ℜε∨αη ☽]

(Bump)

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(Bump.)

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(Bump.)

[qwill.]

✘--Ren Teod and Ailla
captain of the cavalry ✘ Gil'ead ✘ Sardonyx Crimson
Ren quickly dodged the blow, but winced as the tip of the foil caught him on the shoulder. He growled, realizing that that was exactly what she had wanted him to do. A classic juke and catch technique, one Ren had used to his advantage many times. Maybe he was distracted by Sardonyx's appearance and temperament. He had to be honest, the woman had something one doesn't see often, and he found it endearing, if a little irritating. It wasn't a normality to see someone so easily challenge his authority and get away with it.

Taking the offense, Ren used his broad blade to his advantage, especially since hers was so thin. Although it had a good guard, Ren could execute the move he had used earlier on Seraphine and try and disarm Sardonyx. Dancing lightly in a circle, Ren feigned right but moved left at the last second, aiming a blow to Sardonyx's sword arm. "Sardonyx, you really are a master of the blade," he panted, trying to seem light. The fire in her eyes however was surprising, and lent much to the severity of his disrespect. She was a tough opponent, but Ren would hold his own.

✺-- Bo Faer Dsatl and Evira
neutral rider ✺ Gil'ead ✺ Nazaroth
'Vira hummed contentedly, turning her gaze the the fast paced battle. "I've known Teod for years, and though he's always been rather stubborn with the girls, I've never seen him so focused on irritating someone in my life," she remarked, watching the two forms wind past each other. The fight between wills was almost like a dance, ruby broadsword against ebony rapier, slow and close, yet at each second they drew further away. It was a sight to see, and everyone in the stadium was still, watching in awe as the two master duked it out. "It really is something beautiful to watch," she said, captivated.