Everyone knows of Eragon Shadeslayer, Arya Egg-Courier, Nasuada Lady Nightshade, and Angela the Herbalist. But what of those whose battles against Galbatorix are of equal importance, just not written or recorded? Here are there stories.

Basically, this is an RP about elves, men, and dwarves in their battles against the throne. They may or may not briefly interact with main book characters, but no one can play said book characters (unless it's part of a conversation your character is having or suchlike). There is a limited number of spaces- 12, to be exact. We don't need 12 people to start it, just no more than 12 can join. But please, please, please let there be a mix of male and female characters. Please post your bio here, or a link. Any questions, feel free to PM.


1.) Jyotika- Aithne
2.) Falathiel Lothenedhel- Rialyn
3.) Turwaithiel Shadeslayer-Bryn, Alyrha
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my first eragon character...on a forum anyway. i've had this idea for a while.

Name: Aithne
Race: elven
Age: 27 (very young, especially for an elf)
Hair: jet black with flame-colored streaks
Eyes: golden
Skin: creamy golden-brown
Appearance: tall, slender, and graceful. as is the ability of the elves, she has changed her form to suit herself, and thus sprouts wings of fire at will.
Attire:
normal- dark red corset-like shirt, black breeches and boots
battle- similar to arya's battle armor in the movie
Jewelry: gold phoenix armband around her bicep
Weapons: two slightly curved scimitars, bow and quiver of arrows, longsowrd
Powers: is a magic user, specializes in fire
Lineage: distantly related to Arya on her mother's side
History: although disappointed not to be chosen as the next Rider, Aithne became a skilled warrior and joined the battle on the Burning Plains.
Children: no
Personality: as fiery as the flame she wields



Exhausted, Aithne leaned forward on her longsword and stumbled abrubtly as the sword did not stick in the quasi-sturdy ground but in the recently dead body of one of Galbatorix's soldiers. She yanked her sword loose and cleaned it, shaking slightly, and walked slowly back to her tent. As she walked, she brushed her fingers against the vents of flame that rose around her. Fire did not harm her, due to a number of spells she had placed on herself previously. Instead, the warmth sank into her skin and restored her. As she entered the camp, she walked a bit straighter, but still felt a bone-wearying tiredness.

I'd like to join.

Name: Rialyn
Race: elven
Age: 96
Hair: platinum blonde/silver
Eyes: violet
Skin: creamy porcelain color
Appearance: tall and slender with full crimson lips and large eyes. Stronger then she looks.
Attire:
normal- White breeches tucked into knee high boots with a green tunic covered by a dark brown leather jerkin.
battle- Black leather outfit covered with various pieces of armor such as silver arm guards, silver chest plate.
Jewelry: none
Weapons: bow and a quiver of arrows, also a long sword called “Lothwen
Powers: magic user in the Anciet Language
History:
Children: no
Personality: Wise and calm though she won’t suffer fools. Slow to anger but when she does stay out of her way.

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marvelous! feel free to start story-ifying this RP.

i'd like to join also!

Name: Bryn
Age:17
Occupation:Blacksmith Apprentice
Gender:Male
Personailty:Brave and cunning, wise yet foolish
Apperance:short black shaggy hair, blue eyes, tall, tan skin
Race:Human

Name:Alyrha
Age:17
Gender:Female
Occupation:Farmer
Personailty:Smart and funny, loyal and loving
Looks:long black hair, pointed ears, dark green eyes
Race:Elf

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sadly, no Dragon Riders...i'm not going that ooc. and maybe just one character per person, please? you can keep the guy, if you like (i would be extremely happy if you did, girls are severely outnumbering guys right now), he just can't be a rider

okay! i'll edit...

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thankee kindly. feel free to begin posting...heck i did in the opening post of this RP

(k)

Bryn and Alyrha, two good friends and opposers of Galbatorix, rode there horses into the forest quickly and then stopped in the middle of it. They just lead part of a gang away from the Dragon Rider before they got to him. They just shook the Urgals from their trail a few moments before. Alyrha, an Elf, decided it was a good place to make camp. Bryn, a mortal, went up into the trees to stay on the look-out.

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(where are you in relation to the battle field, as this is starting right after the battle)

(um...a little east of it, about 100 leauge away)

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(got it...won't interact yet then)

As she made her way past the camp entrance, Aithne couldn't help but notice the decrease in overall size...as well as the new faces. They seemed more like farmers than fighters, but that was fine. She reached into her bag and took a sip of faelniv, then a second. Feeling restored, she realized that the battle and her work here were done. After distracting the Twins while an unknown ally killed them, she had returned as on of Nasuada's bodyguards, but now, it was time for her to leave. Finding an open space, she opened her fiery wings and leapt into the sky, heading east. Her form, silhoutted (i mangled that spelling) by her wings, made a stark contrast to the smoke-clogged sky.

Bryn and Alyrha had been in the battle, but when they saw a small group coming from the north secretly, they took there horses and attacked them, then lead them away from the Varden. They hoped to return in the morning and see how the Dragon Rider was holding up.

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((I'll join! I'll get my bio up soon, I have some other things I need to do first!(and my time on the computer is limited to a half hour!))

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As the faelnirv wore off, Aithne's exhaustion reclaimed her. She barely managed to descend to the edge of the forest before landing and extinguishing her wings as she collapsed in the upper limbs of a tree, utterly spent. The sack that contained her few supplies fell from her senseless hands and landed on the ground below, but she was already asleep.

((man! *waves to her pea pod. :Bye2:*))

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(great, eruraina! can't wait!)