Era of the Riders

As some probably know, there was recently an Eragon storybook made by Reyu titled: "A Time Before Galbatorix". Well, me and my partner in crime, RoseyUnicorn, have decided to make a revised version of the storybook, that's just a tad more strict

The Storyline:

As with the other one, this storybook is about the time before Galbatorix, when rider's were just starting to appear and get together their bearings. With dragon eggs being transported around the land from human to elf lands, Ra'Zac are in full storm trying to get eggs, since before they could not access the dragon caves.

With that in mind, the basis of this storybook is simple. You can be any race that exists within the lands of Alagaesia, but you must keep in mind the specifications and limitations of each race/class. Shade's count as a race, and you can play Ra'Zac.

As stated before, the dragon rider's are just beginning and problems arising. There is still tension between some dragon's and elves, but neither will attack the other due to the peace treaty. This world is free for you to roam, and remember, there is no set plot line from before Galby's rein.

The Specifics:

Now, I must stress this: if you have never read the Eragon books, nor do not have a clear understanding of the way that Christopher Paolini's world works, please do not join. This is a story based storybook, and it must be played through the limitations and rules of the book.

People do not come to power just by simply saying: "Can I have some power mr. god pweaaase?", they have to learn. This storybook is not time devoid; time is real and existant. If you start out as a dragon egg, you must go through the process of growing. Period.

Shade's cannot become riders, nor can they be "just a bit of a shade". A shade is a shade, and that is that. A dragon egg will not hatch for a shade, in fact there is about a fifty percent chance that whenever an egg comes across a shade, it gets destroyed. A shade is evil, and is expected to be played as such.

Dwarves cannot become rider's, and if you choose to become one, you will be expected to play with ferocity towards the elves and humans, unless you feel like it is better that Dwarves cannot be riders. You must also live in the mountains with your people.

The time is set to 150 years after the war. Half-elves are JUST startint to appear, and human's have only been around for 50.

If you are unsure of any more specifics, please send I or RoseyUnicorn a PM and we will get back to you ASAP.

The Playables:

In the previous storybook, if you played a dragon you had to be an egg. That is not the case here. You can choose to either place a baby dragon(already hatched), a maturing dragon(can fly, no fire), an adult dragon(flying, fire), or an egg(you already know this).

Remember:
-Baby dragon's do not hatch with an immediate ability to talk; that takes a few months of growing.
-Magic cannot be used by dragon's unless in a very random spurt of unknowing power usage. Keep it this way.
-Dragon's have weight limitations; know them and play within them.
-Dragon's have limitations on how far/long they can fly or breathe fire according to age; know them and play within them.
-A hatched Dragon's age is dependant upon how long they have been in the egg. The amount of time they were in the egg waiting to be hatched only accounts for wisdom of a sort, and does not matter when they hatch. They are measured by days, months, and years.

If you make a hatched dragon: please already have a rider set. Dragon's can NOT go without riders. Either make your own rider, or wait for someone to claim your dragon; if no one does, make your own or play another character.

Other Playable Races: Elf, Dwarf, Human, Half Elf, Shade, Ra'Zac, and Werecat. Please play these races inside their racial stereotypes created by Christopher Paolini.

The Rules:

-No God Modding. No character can be stronger than a dragon, and no character can endure whatever you personally couldn't. Set limits, play within them.
- Play within the book: go by its rules and its lore.
- Grammar is real, not a cloud.
- Punctuation is grammar's best friend. Don't split them up; they tend to get lonely.
- No swearing
- Play each other's characters within their personalities and abide by their set tastes and distates
- No back to back posting
- No sex scenes
- All spells must be in the Ancient Language, with the English translations somewhere else in the post, not the other way around.
- No more than two characters
- Have fun!

[b]The Profile:

Please use this one fully and as completely as you can. It makes it easier on both you and me.

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Body Structure:

Appearance:

Personality:

History:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Other Attributes: (this is for other things about your character on his/her body. E.G- Eye's change colors, etc etc...)

Other:

Enjoy, and let the age of the rider's begin!


Discussion Thread

Here's My Profile:

Name: Dylis (no last name)

Age: 102 in wisdom, about 1 year hatched

Gender: Female

Race: Maturing Dragon

Body Structure: Body evenly curved, legs of moderate length, talons regular length, wing span equal on each side and just big enough to be learning to fly.

Appearance: White scalses covered in a silver gleam; silver eyes.

Personality: Stubborn and strong willed, Dylis is prone to being sarcastic and a cynist, but will never ignore her common sense.

History: Unknown

Likes: Eating horses or other large beings

Dislikes: Being told not to eat them

Strengths: Being a Dragon

Weaknesses: ...being a dragon

Other: Rider is Naria

I feel like its my fault that this had to be made in the first place so Im going to go with a simpler character this time. Im busy at the moment, but I will post my profile later.

So, Final and I are keeping the same characters from the other storybook, only they're a little older.

Name: Naria

Age: Just out of youth, so she still has some of that 'presence' to her that young elves have. She's somewhere between a fully mature and young elf, but she acts older. Read Brisingr to know what I'm talking about for the 'presence' thing.

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Body Structure: Lean but very strong. About 5'5". Her hands have slightly longer nails then normal, and she's got almost tortoise-shell markings covering her entire body, but only the ones on her arms and hands show. Her gedwey ignasia shines especially brightly on her skin.

Appearance: A bit more cat-ish then normal elves. Has a really dark "mask" around her eyes, her eyes themselves being light green. Her skin has a slight amber colour to it, covered with almost tortoise shell marking. She's not furry though. Unless you count a slight tuft to the top of her ears. Her hair is really dark brown. Her teeth have a slight point to them, her being more cat-like.

Personality: Very secretive. She'll only talk when needed. Most of the time she will mind-speak with her dragon or with others around her. When she does talk, people are often surprised she knows so much. She can be a bit snappy, and is always yearning for the shadows of the old-growth forest. Even though she's a elf, she prefers animals to plants. She will sing to them when needed though. Often, she'll hiss (literally) before opening up.

History: Her parents were killed in the Dragon/Elf war and she was raised by the trees. Her relatives tried to catch her, but she didn't want to be caught. She just wanted to forget everything that happened and live out her life as a shadow. Even though she's been a Rider for about eight months, she's not that happy with it. She was forced by magical call to go see the eggs, and was not happy when one hatched for her.

Likes: The dark. Cats. Being alone. Secrets. Her Dragon (to a point, and a fine point at that)

Dislikes: Large groups, talking, people who underestimate her, being helpless, being trapped.

Strengths: She can claw and bite like any cat. She's stronger magically then other elves because of her age, and she's trained herself with a bow. She never misses her mark.

Weaknesses: Sometimes, she won't talk if she's angry or overwhelmed. This means that even if she knows something that will help, she won't say it for one reason or another. If she get prodded or commanded (which will make her mistrust you for a long time) then she'll give the bare minimum. Also, her dragon. Naria will do anything for the one creature that understands her completely.

Other Attributes: She'll often change her skin-colour to blend in with her surroundings. It makes her near impossible to spot.

Other: Up for love, but she's a tough nut to crack when it comes to her trusting you.

The Profile:

Name: Adrasteia

Age: 400 (quite young really)

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

Body Structure: Tall, svelte and imposing.

Appearance: Dark ebony hair, violet eyes, a pale complexion, and elegant features.

Personality: Tough, strong and bold. Defiant and stubborn. Hates when people tell her what to do. She's witty and intelligent.

History: Will reveal.

Likes: A good puzzle or riddle.

Dislikes: People who don't stand up for themselves.

Strengths: She carries around a quarterstaff that channels her elemental magic She can also fly.

Weaknesses: Once she bonds with someone she'd give her life for them.

Other Attributes: She works with elemental magic, she can fly, she aids dragon riders and is greatly opposed to the rule of Galby.

Other: Up for love.

Save me a spot I have to get ready for school. When I put up my profiel I'll be and elf.

*I'd like to reserve a spot for an elven rider and dragon, but would also like to know how much leeway we're being given. I understand that we're playing within the types laid down by Paolini as a matter of expedience, but surely our characters are allowed a few personality quirks? I'm thinking of having a particularly co-reliant pair (since Im not a fan of Eragon's dominance of Saphira) and would like my rider to be a bit.....sombre by elven standards).

So yes, do our elves have to be atheistic vegans adept at political intrigue and thoroughly happy with the established order?*

As long as you play within the rules set by Paolini, what you do is your choice. Yes, you can be an elf against the veganism of his race, and yes your characters can have many personality quirks.

If you recall, Saphira was the type that is more suit to get dominated, not dominate. Rosey Unicorn and I have made it so our characters will most likely have power struggles with each other for whom is in control, and it will make the storybook more fun like that. And my dragon, for one, will not be one to be told no. If she's told not to do something, she'll do it; far different from Saphira and the other dragon's in the book.

All we're asking is that you obey the rules of what can and can't be, as written by Paolini. All character traits, quirks, personalities, goals, and all that jazz is completely up to you ^_^

Name: Altair

Age: 19

Gender: male

Race: Half- elf (these exist right?)

Body Structure: Tall, skinny, but muscular.

Appearance: Black hair that never wants to obey a set of rules. It always looks like he has bed head. He is pale and has golden eyes.

Personality: He is very loyal to those he considers his friends, and would do almost anything for them. Most of the time he seems lazy, but it is just a facade he puts on to fool people. He is very alert, and pays attention to the smallest detail. He doesn't like fighting and killing, but he sees the necessity of it, and will do it without arguing.

History:

Likes: He likes his friends but he also likes being alone. He likes music allot.

Dislikes: He cant stand traitors and people who abuse the trust placed in them.

Strengths: He has a photographic memory, and he uses it to its maximum advantage. He knows how to speak human, elven, dwarvish, and he is learning urgal. He is also very fast.

Weaknesses: He is

Other Attributes: Photographic memory. He has an odd habbit of always chewing on a sweet birch twig.

Other: up for love

Name: Altair

Age: 19

Gender: male

Race: Half- elf (these exist right?)

Body Structure: Tall, skinny, but muscular.

Appearance: Black hair that never wants to obey a set of rules. It always looks like he has bed head. He is pale and has golden eyes.

Personality: He is very loyal to those he considers his friends, and would do almost anything for them. Most of the time he seems lazy, but it is just a facade he puts on to fool people. He is very alert, and pays attention to the smallest detail. He doesn't like fighting and killing, but he sees the necessity of it, and will do it without arguing.

History: His mother was an elf and his father was human. They lived in Dras Leona during the dragon wars. Afterwards he traveled allot, and took on jobs of being a body guard. He found out that he was good at fighting and kept on acting as a mercenary of sorts with some of his friends. His most recent job has been transporting the dragon eggs between cities so that they can find their riders.

Likes: He likes his friends but he also likes being alone. He likes music allot.

Dislikes: He cant stand traitors and people who abuse the trust placed in them.

Strengths: He has a photographic memory, and he uses it to its maximum advantage. He knows how to speak human, elven, dwarvish, and he is learning urgal. He is also very fast (not as fast as an elf, but very fast for his race).

Weaknesses: He hesitates allot. He is never sure of his decision, so whenever he is in a position he will normally hesitate. Also he doesn't like wielding power, and if ever he has it, he will not use it unless peoples lives are at risk. (hope thats enough, if not then I will come up with some more)

Other Attributes: Photographic memory. He has an odd habbit of always chewing on a sweet birch twig.

Other: up for love

So I think its all done. There might still be some problems. PM me with any complaints.

Forever- Um, Galby isn't even born yet. This is set soon after the Dragon/Elf war.

ridersofdamar- Until you come up with a good weakness, then you're a god-mod. Also, your character is very young. Mine (who is the current youngest) is about 60. 19 for an Elf, even a half-elf, is practically an infant.

Ah, excuse that then.

We are still accepting new people, but, for now, we will start!

Naria-

I let the wind sting my face as Dylis and I flew over Du Weldervien. It had been too long around people. I just wanted to go back to the old-growth that was my home.

Ready for more time apart from me, little one? Dylis said sarcastically, just as she had every day when I went back to the forest.

I let out a low hiss. Shut up. You know why I'm doing this. Dylis knew everything about me, just as I knew everything about her. Our bond was deep, but not always open. Some things I did not dare to voice, even to her.

She let out a low rumble. You have never actually Told me why. I've just guessed.

Your guesses are just as sure as the fact you'll eat anything.

She snorted, releasing a puff of smoke. I won't eat everything.... Just things with meat.

I rolled my eyes. So, that leaves you with not eating trees and rocks. Big deal. No, wait, you'll eat trees.

She did a deep banking curve, forcing me to hold on for all I was worth. Dylis landed with a hard thump, jarring me out of my seat.

I only eat trees if they're part of a roasting spit.

I sighed. Whatever you say. Just as I was about to go into the shadows, Dylis carefully mouthed my shoulder.

Little one, her voice had lost all sharpness now, something that had rarely happened in the eight months I had known her. Why must you go back into the forest?

I turned my head away. I can't tell you. I couldn't tell her why. Not when it involved her.

Dylis growled. You can and you will! Before I could respond, she grabbed me in her claws and leaped into the air. Until you tell me, I won't land!

"No!" I couldn't help speaking. I quickly switched to mind-speak. Dylis, you're exhausted after all that training. If you don't rest soon you'll crash.

She growled louder. Then tell me!

Land, then I promise I'll tell you. I swore in the Ancient Language that I would. Satisfied, she let me drop a couple of feet above the ground and then landed.

Bound by my oath, I rubbed my eyes. I never wanted you to hatch for me. I didn't want a dragon, not when that race had killed my parents. I didn't want to leave any shadows, and I Did Not want a dragon that couldn't hide. That was everything I harboured against her. The Ancient Language had forced me to say everything at once.

I saw and felt the hurt Dylis felt. I approached her and scratched her chin with my long nails. Dylis, I wouldn't trade anything for you, but I miss my freedom.

Dylis used her nose to push me against her, letting me cry into her scales. A low rumble filled her chest, a sound that had always soothed me in the past.

I couldn't discern the emotions that floated through our bond. Both were too muddled to pick out anything individual. I would never trade something as precious as my dragon, and I loved her more then my own life, but I resented being tied to such a creature. One that had killed my parents, and one that had killed my freedom.

The Rider
Name: Veru

Age: 149

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Body Structure: Thin and muscled,

Appearance: Long dark braided hair. Golden eyes. Stands about 6 foot 1. He wears travel clothes which are often as worn-out as he is. He travels often and has a tan. Does not use magic to alter his physical appearance unless he needs to disguise himself temporarily. His cloakpin has a small saphire embedded in it, and when he wears armour, his gauntlets each have a diamond on the back of the hand.

Personality: Reserved. Only ever shares his innermost thoughts with Serai

History: Apart from his childhood and training, Veru has spent his life on the fringe of civilisation. A hunter of Urgals and the Ra'zac, he sees his position as a Rider as a natural extension of his desire to safeguard those who are not in a position to protect themselves. He also tries to avoid elven society, as he cannot stand the political dance, and is not very good at it. As a wanderer, he's also had a few run ins with dwarves that have not ended well, and has no liking for their race. He often stays in human towns when recovering from forays into the wild, finding their brusque and straight forward attitude refreshing.

Likes: Serai, humans

Dislikes: Elves, dwarves, urgals, Ra'zac (just about everyone really)

Strengths: Surviving at the fringes of civilisation, aerial and land combat.

Weaknesses: Politics, urban living.

Other Attributes: Eats meat (unlike most elves).

Other: Constantly stores magic in his gems.


The Dragon

Name: Serai

Age: hatched 34 years ago

Gender: Female

Race: Dragon

Body Structure: Er....Draconic? Relatively young for a dragon, so still small despite being an adult dragon.

Appearance: Black glossy scales

Personality: A lateral thinker. Shares a deep abiding bond with Veru, but as a partnership, rather than a subordinate. More inclined to make friends than enemies, and tries to keep Veru from being so emotionally closed off, trying to mellow out his character. Shares the deep abiding hatred of Ra'zac that is characteristic of her race.

History: Hatched for Veru because of his pro-active nature and his desire to be a guardian of the people.

Likes: Travel and flying. Hunting and playing. Veru.

Dislikes: Ra'zac, People taking things too seriously.

Strengths: Agile and a quick flyer.

Weaknesses: Not overly strong like older dragons. Can't breathe fire for as long as older dragons

Other Attributes: Has never displayed the spontaneous magic of her people and feels isolated from her kin because of this. Does not share this fact.

I'm so glad this was made! I just finished rereading the series so this is awesome. By the way, the idea of a Rider not wanting a Dragon? Brilliant.

Name: Talneri Iorasdaughter (tAll-nuh-Ree Eye-or-us-dah-ter)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Body Structure: Tall, athletic, well-muscled, not very curvy, big hands and feet.

Appearance: Pale, freckled skin and light hazel eyes. A round, angular face with near-black hair which is cut in wispy layers and pulled back into a long, high braid minus a section of sideswept bangs. She rarely wears dresses, and instead favors rider's breeches and a sleeveless tunic. Her eyes are hawklike, giving her a tough, sharp appearance especially because of their light, intense color.

Personality: A rebellious, sarcastic daredevil who angers quickly. She has an aversion to following the rules and hates being held down. Very quick to speak her mind but insecure about herself as a person. Desperately wants adventure and tries to hide any emotions she considers soft or caring. Spends most of her time with animals, because she doesn't find them near as annoying as she does sentient races.

History: Lives in Kuasta, a trading port near the sea behind the Spine and southward from Teirm. Her father, Relnair, owns a small fishery and spends so much time trying to make a better life for his family that he never has time for them while her mother, Iora, spends nearly all her time trying to make ends meet and managing the business' finances. Talneri is the middle child among her four brothers, and grew up sort of wild because her parents were so preoccupied that they had no time to stop her 'running with the pack' in order to refine her into a lady. She spends much of her time exploring and persuading her older brothers to practice swordsmanship in the barn, but finds her life frustrating and dull.

Likes: Legends and stories, daydreaming, horseback riding, new places

Dislikes: Being restricted, not being able to help, stupidity and weakness

Strengths: One-handed swordsmanship, fist fights, speed and agility, ability to stand a reasonable amount of pain, determination

Weaknesses: Archery, physical strength, polite society practices, delicate conversations, tender feelings

Other Attributes: Because of her reckless nature, Talneri has accumulated many scars, the biggest of which is one stretching across her right shoulder and down her arm to end at her wrist. That one was the result of her first fight with a real sword. She also has a sizeable one across her left knee from falling out of a tree and landing on a broken pitchfork.

Other: I plan to make Talreni a Rider.