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(keeping this cause um...I want to remember who my characters were. razz )

A ghostly memory wound it's way to the front of her mind, a silver-blue bangle..a girl..a girl name May.


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Alanae looked up, smiling at Asvarael. "No..not really. Only the time is yours to decide. To be honest, it is the same..for all of us."

Alanae waited until she could not see the others. When she was sure they were alone, she turned back to the dying fire.

It suddenly sparkled with a new life, and up sprang flames of blue.

"Years..centuries..for so long, I have not been able to remove this.." she pointed to the bangle.

"Stand Asvarael, heir to the Blue Magick. Your destiny lies before you. You, Sorevan and Ervan need to be careful, each for their own reasons... Your Magicks are as potent as they were the day Time Began. You however, will be the first I speak to.

There are many things I can teach you, many things you must learn. Centuries have gone and passed..but through them all only you are fit to handle the Magick, as it was meant to be. Asvarael, May's blood and soul, will you accept this responsibility for as long as you should live?"

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((May flew because of the blue magick, if my memory serves well. Though~... I suppose the bangle could be some kind of... Key, to unlock that specific ability. It might be an idea.))

Asvarael listened intently, bent on memorising each and every single word, as though she was writing it down in her very mind. She smiled, somewhat, bowing only her head this time. Of course she would accept. Fate would never have it any other way, now... Would she?

"You, of all women, should know that there is no task I will ever turn down, for as long as I live... Even though..." she interrupted herself here, to raise her head and look into the eyes of the one she knew was not who she appeared to me. "...my life may not be as long as I'd like. Right?"

Ah, the prophecy. The one clearly stating that every woman in the Bloodline of the Sea should die at an abnormally young age, and drag her comrades along with her in death. Much to her own disaccord, obviously. Though, as I said, there always IS this spark of hope... And somehow, Var was certain that this, THEY, were the right ones.

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((No..I meant how she flew. I know it was using the Blue Magick..she made wings of blue magick..or as it was back then, the 'Blue Strength'))

Alanae smiled, watching the bangle on her arm slowly expanding.

"The burden of the Blue Magick is both a wondrous thing..and a terrible one. The only limit that can ever be placed on it, is the limit of your own perception."

The bangle slid off her wrist for the first time since it had appeared there, dropping into the fire where it split into two sections. For a moment, it seemed as if two silver feathers were all that formed it.

"Wrap it in the Blue Magick. Give it a part of you, a memory. Choose wisely for that memory will stay with you for ages to come. Remember May? She gave a memory of tripping, and breaking her ankle. You know how her tale turned out. When you have done this, the flames will become one with the bangle and you must pick it up and wear it.

But know as you do this, you place yourself in a position where you will answer to me. I am the only one who can teach you."

For a moment, Alanae's eyes were purely blue, imbueing her section of the bangle with Magick. Before her eyes, an image sprang forth.

Ruia saw both feathers glowing with a steady silver pulse and said, "Eka era onr ebrithil!". She held the feather in the hand which her bangle was on.
May grinned, and followed the instructions given to her earlier.
"Ono are pomnuria ebrithil"
She threw her feather in the fire, admiring the silver-blue glow it had.
"Gath du fethrar arget du brisingr, wiol du renar weohnata waise sem"
Ruia threw her feather into the flames so the two feathers landed exactly on to of each other. She spoke the last line, her voice wrapping around May's and infusing the Strength into the feathers. The fire rushed up and then went back to normal. In the centre of the fire lay a cirle of silver, strands of the Blue Strength still flickering around it. It was done.

A memory? No. How could she have a memory of something she did not witness? The 'memory' flowed into the bangle. Ah well, she thought. It was just as well - this way, they could save time on the full ritual.

Var thought back, to times she knew she'd never lived through. Times where Dragons still flew freely in the skies, when Riders were dwarves, elves and humans alike. Times when the forsworn started to rise, when wars and territories were being divided...

"I know I will die." She spoke solemnly, her blue sword shaking in her hands as she held it tight. "I know that I will die today, in this battle, in a few hours, maybe less. But I also know my death will have meaning. I know that my daughter is in good hands with the Sorority, and I know that I will die protecting the ones I love most. In that, I see honor, pride and joy, within death itself."

"...Ono are pomnuria ebrithil." she uttered quietly, focusing the Blue Magick within the bangle, herself, focusing on that moment, ages ago. She had not lived it herself, but it was as good a memory as anything she might've lived in the past few years.

((Speaking of the Sorority... That's something I'll have to discuss in the OOC thread. xD))

Alanae's vision slowly returned. The flames had died entirely and only the newly remade bangle lay in the ash.

"Take it." Alanae said, "And then we will fly."

She stood for a moment without moving. Before her eyes, she saw two scenes. One from wherever that 'memory' had come from, one which was happening before her eyes. Two names came to mind but she dared not to utter either. Where was she? When was she? Was this May..or was this Asvarael? Visions of the past, or of the future? Come to think of it, who was SHE? A wave of nausea and disorientation washed over her. She closed her eyes to steady herself and turned her eyes to see in her mind.

She stood inside a library. The walls were golden, solid and yet somehow clear, the books shimmering and barely there. An empty wineglass sat on a small table next to an open book. Outside, she heard voices. A door to her right called to her. That was strange..it hadn't been there before. She walked to it, and through it.

A shining core of power met her eyes. No. Three. Three strands, three neverending colours, all spinning together to form a perfect column of white.

Slowly, she let the room fade away and retreated from her mind. Her eyes fluttered open. Was that truly what it was like, inside her mind? That perfect library seemed so familiar - well, it should, she supposed, after all, it was her mind.

Var approached the abers cautiously, prying the bangle away from the ashes, lightly surprised when she found it was as cool as any steel left in the air for a prolonged period of time. She slid it up her arm carefully, smiling a tad bit. She closed her eyes lightly, something like a murmur, rushing by her ears. Her smile grew slightly more, her skin crawling with shivers of anticipation at the journey that lay ahead.

"...Am... I going to die this time...?" Asvarael asked quietly, her smile taking a sad twist, her eyes narrowing a little bit at the remainders of what used to be a fire. "Or will they have to go on without me again..?"

Ervan turned around for the umpteenth time within the same few minutes, looking perlexed as the small shimer of light fade out. The fire had been careful snuffed out; but my whom? And what? Had it been with water, there would be a trail of smoke, or something of the like...

"Oi! Snail! I told you to keep up!" Malan called a few meters ahead, laughing and sticking her tongue out befre turning back around to face in the same direction as Sorevan. "You know... I can't help but have a good feeling about this time." Lan said after a while of silent walking, leaving enough time to Ervan to catch up. "I mean... Can't you just feel it in your blood?"


"Only time will tell." Alanae murmered, "Although, I believe we can hope for a better outcome than your predecessors." She smiled then, and stood.
"Come, it is time to put that Magick of yours to use. You will enjoy this, I think."

User Name: isidar_mithram
Name: Alianae Calibrata Ancient Name: Varden abr Wyrda (Warden of Fate)
Age: -unknown-
Gender: Female
Race: Vanyali (Elf)

Appearance: Alianae has long black hair reaching just past her shoulders, dark brown eyes that hold your gaze and make you feel as if they know all, see all. She is 159cm tall and has an elegant figure. Many feel attracted but are afraid at the same time. She wears clothes that allow freedom of movement and can conceal hidden items. Typically, a mottled grey coloured cloak over brown garments to blend into the environment easily. On her right arm, she wears a gold bangle, speckled with red. On her left hand, a ring which seems like a dragon, curled around her middle finger.

History: Originally from Nadindel in Du Weldervarden but migrated to Doru Areaba with the rise of the Dragon Riders. Alianae's family members have all gone to the light at the end of the tunnel. She is the last of the Calibrata line. A line that reaches right back to the beginnings of Time itself. Her relations were murdered off, one by one when ambushed -only the dead know what by- on their way to Osilion for the funeral of Alianae's uncle, slain in battle against slavers. What irony that they should join him on his funeral pyre instead. Alianae only escaped because Vrael had asked her to deliver a message to one of the Shur'tugal's house. This made her miss the departure of her family and Vrael offered to fly her to Osilion on his dragon.

She played a main part in Alagaesia, being one of the Wardens, a Spirit of Light and a Dragon Rider in her own right. Now, centuries after her birth, she has returned - some say she never left - to witness the final act of the Dragon Riders and see if what she did, so long ago, was actually worth it.

Personality: Slow to anger and a perfect judge of people. Alianae know you more than you do yourself, even if she's only just met you. She keeps her emotions on guard so you can never guess what she feels from her expression or movement.

Weapons: Alianae is a master of the blade. Her blade is an Elven made longsword similar to the one below.

Magic Colour: Alianae's magic has changed over time. It begun as a reddish gold, matching that of her dragon, Fira. From there, she invoked within her the Blue Magick, using that as a link to her own wyrd and the Red and Green magicks. She is the only know person to have mastered all three and thus the Magick of Light. She taught her knowledge, as the Blue Spirit to the First Eragon and found those with the magicks in them through the centuries.

((A lot of this is drawn from the other Rps..Alianae sounds a little too..godmoddish if you know what I mean..but it's just background stuff and accordign to the other RPs, actually did happen so..

Who actually guessed I was going to use Alianae??

(There are going to be a lot of Alianae profiles here...just saying. I like that I finally gave up and went with age unknown. razz Also, her ancient name changed. Huh.)

Name: Alyssa
Birthplace biggrin oru Areaba
Ancient name: Manin Eldrvarya
Race: possibly Elven (Alyssa cannot remember whether her mother was elven or not -she was very young at that stage, but Aandur and herself believe she must be at least half Elven)
Gender: Female

Weapons: A long, thin sword with a dull sapphire set in its pommel and a drawstring bag hung around her neck containing several stones imbued with magic - just in case.

Appearance: Alyssa has slightly pointed ears, blonde shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes. She is of medium build and wears a blue-black sleeveless dress with an indigo travelling cloak with a silver filigree design for a clasp and knee high boots. There is an intricate belt around her waist from which hangs her scabbard, an eating knife and a small pouch of herbs.

Personality: Quiet and unassuming, preferring to listen rather than chatter - you learn a lot more that way. She has a rather infuriating way of guessing things correctly. When angered, she can be quite hot-tempered in return.

History: Her mother sailed away from the mainland during her pregnancy and spent much time on the sea. However, just before she was due, she stopped by at the closest mass of land large enough to be called an island. There was nobody living there. For the first four years of her life, Alyssa lived there with her mother, surviving by the plants and fruits of the island. Alyssa was quite young when she and her mother discovered a dragon's egg buried behind the back wall of a cave, after an earthquake shook out a cut stone large enough for Alyssa, being curious, to crawl into the space behind. And that is when Aandur joined the pair.
Just after Yule the next year, Alyssa's mother disappeared. It wasn't quite clear what had happened. It seemed as if she had lost her sanity (which seemed clearly shaken even when she was pregnant, for she was forever talking to herself) and walked straight into the sea, not even stopping when she began to drown.
Alyssa lived there another four years, waiting for her mother, before she found a note from her mother written in blood on the wall in the small 'room' where they had found Aandur's egg.
It said simply, I can't bear it any longer. I've only managed to live so long, my dear, because I knew you needed me. But now, you have Aandur, and I know you'll be fine without me. You do understand why I have to do this..don't you? Life isn't worth it for me now. Everything I knew is gone. My time has come.

Every year, Alyssa and Aandur fly back out to that island. She loves flying, and the wind.

Magic Color: Blue, with a silver taint


Dragon
Name: Aandur
Gender: Male
Appearance: varying shades of blue, according to his mood.
Personality: Loving, but rather tetchy at times. Aandur loves flying as well and alternates between a playful attitude on life, and a more serious one.


Name: Nadyr
Birthplace: Doru Areaba
Ancient Name: unknown
Race: Human
Gender: female
Age: 17
Weapons: Long bow, two short daggers, and a low level of proficiency with the sword.
Appearance: Short brown hair more often than not tied back with a black strip of leather. Wears a black knee length tunic-like dress over a dark blue shirt with a black and silver belt. Dark hazel eyes which sometimes blacken and lightly tanned skin.

Personality: Quiet and very moody. Nadyr is more used to being alone than not. She doesn't know how to socialise very well and this often makes her come across as hot tempered, rude and uncaring.

History: Nadyr was born. Nobody knows where, nobody knows who to, although she is definitely of human descent. She has little memory of her childhood spent wandering the island of Vroengard. At one stage in her life, she found her way to the city of Doru Areaba which she now calls her birth place. She never found a place to belong, even in the city, preferring to wander the prosperous streets, looking. Hunger held no meaning for her, tiredness even less. She found herself in a series of apprenticeships in trades of all sorts, but never managed to complete one before feeling the need to roam the world again.

Magic: If she has it, she has yet to discover it. However, she sometimes talks to the animals around her - usually by accident.

Name: Alinora
Race: Human
Appearance: Alinora has long blonde hair falling to her waist. Depending on various factors, it is either dead straight, wavy, or rather curly. She is tall enough, her skin tanned slightly from time spent outdoors. Her eyes are purple, her lips full and red.

She is a magic-user, and quite a strong one at that. Where magic doesn't suit, she's an archer and where nether fits, she almost always has a dagger in a concealed pocket. When she doesn't have to get aggressive, she's a traveller.

Alinora is strange. Sometimes she know things that..well, she really shouldn't, and others can't see where in Alagaesia her information came from. When the new generation of riders appeared, she wandered in with a surprisingly helpful knowledge.