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WARNING: I HIGHLY encourage you to read the Inheritance Cycle (Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, & Inheritance) by Christopher Paolini before beginning this Roleplay! You have been warned...
The land of Alagaesia had prospered since the fall of the insane rider and king, Galbatorix, over 50 years ago, and there were little to no traces of the Empire left. Eragon and Saphira had found an island far away from Alagaesia, which they had decided to name 'Fire Mountain' or Istalrífell in the ancient language. It was an ancient volcano, and it was vast, almost as expansive as the Hadarac Desert, and always warm because of the still boiling lava, though it was deep below the surface. Not only did the heat from the lava keep the island warm, it was also cool enough for the riders to withstand, as the ocean that surrounded the island spread it's cool mist clear to the heart of the volcano, causing it to always give off an ominous plume of steam that rose into clouds. The town in which the riders stayed and trained was named Doru Araeba in honor of the fallen city on Vroengard. It often rained in what was more often called New Vroengard because of the heavy clouds that gathered overhead, often blotting out the sun. It was good though, and it was most definitely a treacherous journey, even for an experienced sailor, and harder still for even the dragons that fought against the wind to get there. Once they had discovered the place that they would train the next generation of riders, they sent a small but willing crew of elves back to Alagaesia to inform the queen of the elves, leader of the people, king of the werecats, and king of the dwarves, and even the chieftan of the Urgals that they had discovered the place that they would care for the riders, and to begin sending the young dragons and their Riders to New Vroengard. After a year or two of many injured or worse, lost riders, Eragon and Saphira had decided that there had to be a better way to get the dragons and their riders here. A system was made where the Riders would take their hatchling to a ship where the pair of them would be transported with little to no danger, except for a man overboard once or twice during the voyages, which was quickly remedied due to the elves magical knowledge and physical attributes. This way, their dragons wouldn't fly away and get caught in the drifts the ocean made, and the Riders didn't have to be tested on their magical abilities until they reached New Vroengard. This cycle continued for years, until after about 9 years, when the first new rider named Mirnamir emerged from New Vroengard as a fully fledged dragon rider. The new riders did not emerge from New Vroengard as strong as the old riders used to be, but their knowledge was immense. They could think like a master strategist, and their knowledge of the ancient language allowed them to speak in it as fluently as they would in their native language. However, they were not as powerful as they could be because Eragon believed that while it was good to have knowledge, you must know when you are ready to take that knowledge and put it into action, a lesson Brom had taught him when he was still no more than a boy. By the fifty year mark, which was now, the riders flourished again. While the taint of the past could not be permanently removed, the new riders forged a new order, selecting the riders that they saw fit to lead the Riders of Alegaesia. This new order grew quickly, but they knew that they could not connect with students the way Eragon and Saphira did when they trained riders, so Riders continued to make the 4 month journey to New Vroengard for their training. Yet while nobody could discover what, there was a sinister power growing that not even the New Order realized until it was too late. Taking their new powers for granted, the Riders had become selfish and cruel, often tormenting the land and it's inhabitants. It wasn't until an older rider killed a young trainee that they realized what they had become, but with the amount of corruption that ran through the order, they became feared, and the Riders, old and new, were no longer respected as they were in days long past, now they were cursed and shunned by the people. Some of the Riders that were still good flew to New Vroengard in an attempt to plead for Eragon and Saphira's assistance. Every time they asked though, the same sadness filled their gaze as they replied solemnly, "We cannot, fate will not allow us to return to Alagaesia. Besides, if I left, who would train the new Riders?" So it was that the Order was broken and two sides were now formed. One, The Black Serphents, or Svartr Orúm, were intent on seizing Alagaesia and living like kings over all the land's subjects. The other, named The Light-Bringers, or Islingr, fought to keep the people of Alagaesia free from the clutches of darkness. There are still Riders being trained by Eragon and Saphira, and the one thing both sides agreed to was that they would wait until they had completed their training before making them choose a side. Neither side could gain an advantage over the other, as both leaders of either side had become extremely powerful, more powerful than even their master, some would argue. It was only a matter of time before both sides had gained support from various people. Selfish people and truthful people began fighting. It was an all out war that split Alagaesia's heart in half at the blood that was beginning to spill.
You and your dragon have completed their training and returned to Alagaesia and are immediately met with a choice by an awaiting rider. He does not press you on the subject, not trying to pressure you into a choice of either side. It depended on your interests really, but be careful, or you might join the wrong side.
The land of Alagaesia had prospered since the fall of the insane rider and king, Galbatorix, over 50 years ago, and there were little to no traces of the Empire left. Eragon and Saphira had found an island far away from Alagaesia, which they had decided to name 'Fire Mountain' or Istalrífell in the ancient language. It was an ancient volcano, and it was vast, almost as expansive as the Hadarac Desert, and always warm because of the still boiling lava, though it was deep below the surface. Not only did the heat from the lava keep the island warm, it was also cool enough for the riders to withstand, as the ocean that surrounded the island spread it's cool mist clear to the heart of the volcano, causing it to always give off an ominous plume of steam that rose into clouds. The town in which the riders stayed and trained was named Doru Araeba in honor of the fallen city on Vroengard. It often rained in what was more often called New Vroengard because of the heavy clouds that gathered overhead, often blotting out the sun. It was good though, and it was most definitely a treacherous journey, even for an experienced sailor, and harder still for even the dragons that fought against the wind to get there. Once they had discovered the place that they would train the next generation of riders, they sent a small but willing crew of elves back to Alagaesia to inform the queen of the elves, leader of the people, king of the werecats, and king of the dwarves, and even the chieftan of the Urgals that they had discovered the place that they would care for the riders, and to begin sending the young dragons and their Riders to New Vroengard. After a year or two of many injured or worse, lost riders, Eragon and Saphira had decided that there had to be a better way to get the dragons and their riders here. A system was made where the Riders would take their hatchling to a ship where the pair of them would be transported with little to no danger, except for a man overboard once or twice during the voyages, which was quickly remedied due to the elves magical knowledge and physical attributes. This way, their dragons wouldn't fly away and get caught in the drifts the ocean made, and the Riders didn't have to be tested on their magical abilities until they reached New Vroengard. This cycle continued for years, until after about 9 years, when the first new rider named Mirnamir emerged from New Vroengard as a fully fledged dragon rider. The new riders did not emerge from New Vroengard as strong as the old riders used to be, but their knowledge was immense. They could think like a master strategist, and their knowledge of the ancient language allowed them to speak in it as fluently as they would in their native language. However, they were not as powerful as they could be because Eragon believed that while it was good to have knowledge, you must know when you are ready to take that knowledge and put it into action, a lesson Brom had taught him when he was still no more than a boy. By the fifty year mark, which was now, the riders flourished again. While the taint of the past could not be permanently removed, the new riders forged a new order, selecting the riders that they saw fit to lead the Riders of Alegaesia. This new order grew quickly, but they knew that they could not connect with students the way Eragon and Saphira did when they trained riders, so Riders continued to make the 4 month journey to New Vroengard for their training. Yet while nobody could discover what, there was a sinister power growing that not even the New Order realized until it was too late. Taking their new powers for granted, the Riders had become selfish and cruel, often tormenting the land and it's inhabitants. It wasn't until an older rider killed a young trainee that they realized what they had become, but with the amount of corruption that ran through the order, they became feared, and the Riders, old and new, were no longer respected as they were in days long past, now they were cursed and shunned by the people. Some of the Riders that were still good flew to New Vroengard in an attempt to plead for Eragon and Saphira's assistance. Every time they asked though, the same sadness filled their gaze as they replied solemnly, "We cannot, fate will not allow us to return to Alagaesia. Besides, if I left, who would train the new Riders?" So it was that the Order was broken and two sides were now formed. One, The Black Serphents, or Svartr Orúm, were intent on seizing Alagaesia and living like kings over all the land's subjects. The other, named The Light-Bringers, or Islingr, fought to keep the people of Alagaesia free from the clutches of darkness. There are still Riders being trained by Eragon and Saphira, and the one thing both sides agreed to was that they would wait until they had completed their training before making them choose a side. Neither side could gain an advantage over the other, as both leaders of either side had become extremely powerful, more powerful than even their master, some would argue. It was only a matter of time before both sides had gained support from various people. Selfish people and truthful people began fighting. It was an all out war that split Alagaesia's heart in half at the blood that was beginning to spill.
You and your dragon have completed their training and returned to Alagaesia and are immediately met with a choice by an awaiting rider. He does not press you on the subject, not trying to pressure you into a choice of either side. It depended on your interests really, but be careful, or you might join the wrong side.
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