Eragon RP v.2

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Ailene bit her lip for a moment, and kept trudging. Walking didn't help with her leg.. and she tried to hide the limp. Maybe the icy cold did null the pain for a while. She totally stopped, fumbling, and glancing over her shoulder at the cry. Flinching, she was jabbed in the back by something, and she continued her pace. Whipping around and stopping, her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't make a move to do anything, as it seemed her feet froze again. And, without hesitation, the elf let go of her hands, and reached towards his belt, where he pulled out a brown hilt, with thick rope around it, unavailing it in a flash, he lashed out, sending it spiraling towards Bayard's back, where it struck. Another hit, and he gave a growl, muttering something along the lines of: "Foolish boy." But no one could understand it due to his accent. He dropped the whip, and the tip fell to the ground, before he turned, and clasped Ailene's hands together behind her back, pushing her forward again. Before that, Ailene cried out, watching, but she was turned. And in that instant, she couldn't do anything.

[fletch]

Though a typical hit in that sort would not have wounded Bayard so gravely, but he was already so hurt. Once it hit, he uttered a quick and pained cry, falling onto his knees. He brought his hands up to his face, gritting his teeth as a fiery pain danced along his back. He only got a few seconds, however, to register the pain before he felt something strike his shoulder, insisting that he stand back up.
It took him a moment, but this time Bayard obeyed. He gritted his teeth and grabbed at his shoulder, unsure of what else to do. He followed behind Ailene for a moment, before he felt the jab once again in the small of his back.
"Nngh--is that necessary?" Bayard muttered, through clenched teeth. The elf did not answer, but he continued to stare at Bayard, and then made an insistent motion in the opposite direction. Bayard glared at him, a little irritated.
"I'm not leaving her," He told the elf. Then, when the elf reached down to his hip most likely for a weapon, Bayard instantly scowled, and muttered: "Fine. I'm going." And proceeded to head in the opposite direction.

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Ailene gave a sharp gasp, but didn't look back. Once she heard something, she cast a glance over her shoulder. "Wh-- where are you going?" And she slowed, for a few moments, until the elf ushered her forward again.

(Idk what else to post.)

[fletch]

The halls, though not as twining and maze-like as the first castle where they'd gotten their dragons back from, were difficult to navigate. Bayard tried to make note of them in his head for when he would come back to find Ailene again. He would come back--he tried to make himself certain. But the seemingly longer the halls grew the more certain that Bayard became that he was being sent to death. Since he'd constantly refused to share his True Name, perhaps they didn't think he was useful anymore? Bayard didn't want to think about that.
The hall took a sudden dip, and a door loomed before him. It was metal, with a small slot at the top for bars. The sides looked rusted over and it looked as thought it hadn't been used for sometime. And it probably would smell old, too. Bayard halted before it, almost wheezing. The simple effort of walking had driven sharp stabbing pained up his back and made him out of breath.
"In." Said the elf. Despite the accent, it was clear.
Bayard set his jaw determinedly. "In there? No thanks. Where did you take the other elf? The girl?"
The elf reached back and pulled out a similar rope-like weapon as the previous elf had, the one he'd used to strike Bayard with. He made no attempt to hit Bayard, but he jerked it threateningly towards the rider.
"In." He repeated, and this time Bayard obeyed.
The elf opened the door just enough to give Bayard a good and hard shove, and slammed it shut behind him. Taken by surprise, Bayard stumbled to the ground in a not very graceful fashion. It sent sharp fiery jabs of pain up his torso, though he was too out of breath to shout out in pain. And, when he'd caught his breath, he realized he wasn't exactly lying on the ground. The ground was usually hard and cold, and this seemed more...human.

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Klaus picked at his hair, glancing up at the celling, as if he had never left in a few years. Which wasn't entirely true.. only a month. But it had taken a toll on the male. He heard footsteps, but made no attempt to move. Maybe he'd get fed. Though it was highly doubtful. Once the door open, Klaus shut his eyes, and, before he knew it, something was.. shoved on him? Letting out a wheezing breath, he opened one green eye cautiously. Another person? "Uh.. hullo." He murmured, and his voice was quite dry. Couching, and clearing it, he looked down again, this time a bit more.. intrigued. "Ah, if you don't mind, I'd love it if you could get off." He muttered.

[fletch]

"Sorry, sorry." Bayard said hastily. So it was a person. He detached himself, pushing back into a sitting position, slouched slightly against the nearby wall. He took several moments to catch his breath and for his wounds to stop feeling like they were on fire. Once he was settled, he lifted his head to fully take in the other person. Immediately he knew that this man was not an elf. The ears, the general face-shape. No, he was, like Bayard, probably one hundred percent human. It was hard to discern most details in the little light there was, but he seemed to not be very much older than Bayard. If anything, in his early twenties. And, if he was indeed human, he too was a prisoner here.
"Uhm, sorry for...falling on you." Bayard muttered apologetically. "I didn't get my balance in time. Uhm...I'm Bayard. I guess...nice to meet you." Or, not so nice, considering the circumstances. A handshake didn't really seem proper either, and it wasn't like he had a hand to spare. So he kept his arms folded to his chest, trying to limit his movement as much as possible.

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Klaus pulled himself up against the nearest wall, running a quick hand through his hair, as he cast a glance towards the other man. "Nah. Tis' fine." He waved it off, and gave a small grin. "Uh, though, you did get me to move. Just.. too stiff. Or lazy. Either one." Giving a shrug, Klaus, stretched his arms above his head, cracking a few bones in the process. Glancing back over with inquiring green eyes, he gave a small shrug, and a nod. "Klaus. Ah.. yeah. Very nice to meet you, under the circumstance where you fell on me." It was another joke, and his green eyes enlightened. Furrowing his brow, Klaus could get a good look at.. Bayard. Blonde hair, and.. human. Though his eyes looked hazel-ish in the dim light. What scared Klaus the most was he looked like some sort of.. mimic, almost. Though they had different features.. it was odd.

[Luna of the Night]

Alex looks at Luna and nods. "Yah everything is fine! We just have a few Minotaurs camping outside.."

Ruthyios nods. "AHH then the stories are incorrect.." He snorts and kicks at the ground. "Hmm.. Well.."

Luna nodded."Minotaurs? I'm going with you when you head back to them."

Lita landed beside Kaito looking at Ruthyios.

Kaito nodded."Tho not all dragons feel pain in their wings, blood still goes through them tho."He opened one wing to show them his veins in his wing. "So where do you come from? How far have you traveled? Sorry for asking theses questions, but Alex or Luna will be asking them when they get here"(will post when I get home from school)

[kia.]

Ruthyios nods. "We be from the heart of the mountains, in the deepest, darkest labyrinth." He loooks up and watches his team approach carrying tents of cowhides.

Alex nods. "Im just making sure the knights know not to get on their nerves."

[fletch]

Bayard opened his mouth to say something along the lines of: 'Do I know you?' Which, obviously, would have been ridiculous. He snorted and rolled his eyes at the other prisoner's remark, and rocked slightly back while still gripping his arms rather tightly to his chest. "How...how long have you been in here? Another rider and I were taken, too. Me...about three days ago. She was probably taken earlier in the morning. And it--" Bayard's finger slipped and he accidentally touched his forearm, causing him to give a quick gasp. He slapped his other hand over his mouth to stifle it quickly, partially embarrassed that he was hurt so bad.