Rider's Generation(CLOSED)

[HypnoticPanda]

Seraphine Masalha / Elazar

Seraphine drew in a sharp breath before nodding and drawing her sword, her lungs started to burn before she remembered to exhale. "Of course, sir." The blade of her sword was the light silver of steel, the hilt was dark and very much matched the rich purples, blues and yellow lines on the top of her dragon's head. It was small enough to be used comfortably with one or two hands. There was an engraving on her blade as well though she had yet to name the blade, in beautiful script it read: mor'ranr unin dauth,or; peace in death. Seraphine dulled the blade with an enchantment as well. Elazar blew air through his nose in amusement and responded to Ailla It will be. I'm afraid our dear Captain has forgotten how...lacking Seraphine's sword skill is. She's nervous, though she won't admit it. Seraphine held her sword in a ready position, mustering as much confidence as she could manage, not wanting to disappoint. The fingers of her glove could just barely be seen pulsing on the hilt as she adjusted to the weight of the sword in her hands. The determined gaze of her blue eyes, reflecting in violet hues from the coloring of her armor and sword, locked onto the Captain, and she gave a small nod to signal her ready.

[Nocturnal Creatures]

(Thanks also is it okay if I bring in some drama straight away and have Chelsea bring in news of the Ra'zac? If not then I can change her news to something else.)

|| Chelsea Kairen and Braycaryn || Tagged; Anyone ||

It had been a long week for Chelsea and Braycaryn, the had spent a long time flying over the Hadarac Desert to reach the stronghold of the dragon riders. Normally neither of them could be bothered to socialize with the others of their kind, not now that their training was over but they had seen some troubling things on their travels which they felt needed seen to. They were now at the edge of the vast Hadarac desert and Braycaryn swooped down to land on the ground. Chelsea stepped off of him and sighed as she looked back across the desert to the mountains of The Spine. Perhaps they hadn't traveled over the largest portion of the desert to reach here but it was still a large distance to travel.
What do we tell them Bray? We could have been mistaken in what we've seen, they haven't been seen in such a long time... Ra'zac we've only heard tales of them till now...
We were not mistaken, we both know what we saw! Look we are almost there, we must keep going on to Gil'ead, they need to know, even if we are wrong we are better safe than sorry. Braycaryn replied to her, being the voice of reason on this occasion. Chelsea didn't say anything back to him but she climbed back onto his back and his massive black form lifted off of the ground and they made their was towards Gil'ead.

[qwill.]

Sarene Meithos • Gil'ead • Talking to Sardonyx and Nazaroth

Sarene thought for a moment. Her last few months in Ellesméra were a blur of painful memories that she had tried her best to sort of block out. Cairyn melded his thoughts with hers, sending a stream of memories and feelings to the rider.
"It was my wedding day when I left. My parents are close to the queen; they thought that my marrying one of the opposing party could settle some of the disputes. That morning, Cairyn and I decided to take a flight, sort of to clear my head. As we soared over Du Weldenvarden, I heard familiar voices in the trees, and we stopped to listen." Sarene exchanged glances with Cairyn. They were getting frighteningly close to uncovering secrets that were held sacred to the elves.
'Ene, the riders encompass the protection of the land. They are honorary elves. Those who wish to betray the riders by taking them away from the world are no better than urgals. Queen Arya would allow this. Cairyn nodded encouragingly.
Alright, Sarene said, still feeling uneasy. "There were three figures, each dressed in a dark hood. One was an elf; I recognized his voice as that of my fiancee Teijorn. The second was a human male. The third...the third was neither human nor elf. It spoke like a demon, with cruel inflections and no mercy. I...I can't remember..." The memories were suddenly fading out of focus. There was a name, a name Sarene felt she should know, one more key piece of information. It was almost like she was under a spell. She could feel the knowledge, but had no way to access it. She looked to Cairyn worriedly.
'Ene, it seems we have been charmed. I, too, have no recollection of that morning. Only that when we returned to the palace, you declared neutrality and left.
"I'm sorry, I can't remember any more. But something strange is afoot. There's the conservative party of elves that stick their nose up at the Gil'ead training, but I feel that there is a mother, darker force within them. The elves, here, are not to blame. There is more to the story."

Ren Teod • Gil'ead • Sparring with Seraphine

Ren twirled his sword around in his hand, preparing for a fight. Catching Seraphine's nod, Ren wasted no time in making the first move. Feigning to the left, Ren lunged right and low, aiming for Seraphine's shins. He danced in a circle, trying to seem as graceful as an elf, but also as ferocious as a dragon.
Ailla watched, snorting at her rider's bombast. I hate to say it, but I don't think Ren has forgotten at all. I think he just needed an opportunity to look cooler than he is. My rider truly never grew up from a fifteen year old boy.
It was absolutely true. Ren was having the time of his life. Sparring with Seraphine reminded him of time at school in physical education classes, where he got top marks and everyone else looked on in awe. The thought that Seraphine maybe didn't feel the same way had barely crossed his mind. To Ren, it was all about the show, and how he could convince the others to rally behind him. Sardonyx was inside so she couldn't tell him off, and he was totally okay with that.

[HypnoticPanda]

Seraphine Masalha / Elazar

Reeling back, Seraphine stepped back like a sure-footed dancer, seeming to forget she had a sword in her hand at all as she tried to keep her shins from getting hit. A look of worry briefly crossed her face as Red resigned himself to circling. She wasn't confident enough to go off of the defensive yet, so she matched his pace, watching his eyes in case they gave his next move away. Elazar watched on in amusement. Humans are so slow to mature. At least this will be a good opportunity for her to learn what she needs to work on. A good beating might open her up to practicing with the sword more. He wondered if it might have sounded harsh, but he was a firm believer that doing lead to learning, and the knowledge from learning lead to strength.

[☾ ℜε∨αη ☽]

(I'd rather not have the Ra'zac completely appear just yet. Plus, we need someone to be their "controller". I'd prefer it not to be another NPC..)

Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

Sardonyx fell silent, delving deep into her thoughts. Nazaroth did the same. After some thinking, Sardonyx shifted on her feet, and the dragon behind her let out a frustrated huff. They had both been asking themselves the same question: What could this unknown creature be?

The pair both dipped their heads slightly and thanked both of them in unison. "Eka elrun ono." True, Sardonyx was more troubled than before, but Sarene's and Cairyn's news was surely going to be proven useful. If these few violators were to launch an attack, they wouldn't be completely thrown off guard. They hoped that it wouldn't come to that, that the issue would soon just fade away, but only time would tell.

"Atra guliä un ilian tauthr ono un atra ono waíse sköliro fra rauthr." Said Sardonyx to Sarene, just as Nazaroth said: May the sun be at your back, and may the wind carry you swiftly. to Cairyn. "And you are always welcome here." They finished in unison.

"Your warning may save a lot of lives, Sarene-elda, but as our last director once said; 'It's impossible to go through life unscathed.'" Sardonyx finished.

[Cooluser1615]

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Name ➡ Eke Raibourg
Age ➡ 15 years old
Gender ➡ Female
Rank ➡ New Rider
Race ➡ Human
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Eke sat on a patch of ground not far from the huge doors of the Academy, looking around her in a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She had watched the dragons and their riders for while now but, although her eyes had told her a lot, her ears had given her the most information. Even snatches of half-understood conversation proved useful. Yet Eke couldn't deny the feeling of frustration that was building up inside her. She wasn't an attention-seeker, but there was something deeply irritating about not being noticed at all. Eke held back a sigh and tried to look at the situation logically; with so many older, more interesting people than her around, was it really likely that anyone was going to acknowledge her existence? The teenager toyed with the golden dragon egg she held, but even that seemed to be ignoring her; its cracks stubbornly refused to widen or lengthen.

[qwill.]

{{ @Grimoire -- I was thinking of maybe adding a third character. Would it be okay if I made a dwarf character? He wouldn't be a rider, just sort of an ambassador }}

Sarene Meithos • Gil'ead • Talking to Sardonyx and Nazaroth

Sarene and Cairyn nodded in thanks, glad to pass on their news. "If there's anything I can do here to aid you or any news you need passed, I would be happy to do so."
Cairyn nodded in agreement. "If the need arises, we would also be willing to relay information to the Queen in Ellesméra."
Sarene shot him a glance, her brow furrowed. Cairyn, I don't know if I'm comfortable--
He cut her off with a stern look. Courage, in its purest form, is doing what you believe is right, even if it's not what appeals to you. Be courageous, 'Ene, and I will stand by you, but you must also stand by me. We are a team, and this is what we must do.
Sarene felt guilty at challenging the great metallic dragon. She sometimes lost track of the fact that, although they trained and grew up together, he was indeed much wiser than she. "I second that. If you would like, we will travel back to Du Weldenvarden." A couple of crashes sounded from outside the hall, and a few yells. "Although, it sounds like you have your own war to control on the home front." Sarene smiled, trying to keep things light despite the dire circumstance.

Ren Teod • Gil'ead • Making a fool of himself

Why won't she attack? Ren thought, inspecting the soldier as they paced in a circle. I've given her plenty of openings.
Remember that you are not always one to think before attacking. It seems that Seraphine is just the opposite. Try to counter what she might do, even if it doesn't look like she's doing it.
Well, that was incredibly helpful, Ren grumbled back, looking for an opening. He had to admit, her guard was excellent, even though she seemed afraid of the offense. It would be hard to penetrate such an armored exterior, even with the skill of one such as himself. Ren thought for a moment. He had already used the feigning technique, and that hadn't worked, so he needed something more abrasive. She was strong, but Ren was fairly certain he was stronger. Stepping forward, Ren lunged, clipping Seraphine's sword arm with the flat of his dulled blade, trying to throw her off balance. He needed the fight to look exciting; he had trainees watching. "And that, Harvey, is what I call the 'disarmer'!" Ren shouted, slightly out of breath.
Ailla leaned towards Elazar, chuckling. It's what he calls the disarmer. Everyone at the garrison laughs at it behind his back.

[HypnoticPanda]

Seraphine Masalha / Elazar

Red's disarming move worked, throwing Seraphine off balance, she stumbled, not expecting that sort of move, but managed to hold on to her sword. Elazar grinned and replied to Ailla, With a clever name like that, I can't imagine why. He spoke next to Seraphine alone,You can recover. Attack him for once, remember that you're putting on a show. Seraphine tried to regain her composure quickly, hoping the Captain didn't lunge again before she was ready. She stepped lightly to the left side of him before using the momentum of a spin to the right in attempts to come down on his right shoulder with her dulled blade. This move worked often with her staves, but they were much longer and much lighter than her sword was, making the move clumsier than it should have been.

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Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

"I-?" Sardonyx flinched as the crash sounded nearby. She opened the door and nearly choked when she beheld the scene in front of her. Nazaroth snaked his head through the door, and hummed in slight amusement. Sardonyx, on the other hand, was not amused.

She left the hall with an animalistic hiss, Nazaroth trailing behind her. "Stop this instant!" She barked, her dagger-like glare locked on the two. "I let you stay so you could talk to the student and make yourself useful while you were here, not so you could batter each other to bloody pulps with dull swords!"

[CorvusSchnee]

Username: TekkamanSeraphim
Name: Thawon
Age: 118(appears to be in his late 20s)
Gender: Male
Rank: Evil Rider
Race: Elf
Personality: One of the first students taken in by Eragon, Thawon was a reckless individual who did whatever he could to prove himself. He wanted to be the best, to be unstoppable, but this behavior led to the death of his first dragon. Going to his mentor and apologizing profusely for his behavior, Thawon found forgiveness. However, he did not find the welcome he wanted. Instead of being allowed another dragon, Eragon sent Thawon away to learn his lessons before the young elf would be allowed to receive another partner. Despite his good intentions, Eragon found that his student did not take his criticism lightly. Rather than learn his lesson, Thawon searched for more power, power enough to never lose again. This would lead to him discovering the Ra'zac, a race of beings thought dead until then. Watching and learning from the abominations, Thawon learned darker magic, learned to take delight in causing as much pain as possible. One night, when the chance arose, the young elf snuck into the Academy and stole away a dragon egg. This egg would hatch into Xyaicox, a dragon he would raise to be full of anger and hate. A dragon that cared for nothing but his master, and his master Thawon would be. Never again would he see a dragon as his partner, now seeing his new dragon as nothing more than a tool of destruction. Thawon has bided his time until now, growing in power and recruiting many with darkness in their hearts into his steadily growing army.
Dragon: Xyaicox
Other: None

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