A/N: Well, I had a few complaints from people in PM about where this story was headed so I've decided to make this story 'implied' only, despite my arguments. Enjoy this story, I hope you weren't expecting lemons because so was I.
Chapter 3:
After Thorn had expressed his love for Saphira and Eragon had been filled in on what had occurred while he was unconscious, the group once again settled down and continued their game.
It was Thorn's turn.
He and Saphira were lying next to each other with a look of deep love in their eyes and it took some coaxing from an impatient group of people to finally get through to his love struck dragon.
Wanting it to end so he and his love interest could talk, he fixed one large, beady eye on Solembum and smiled a big toothy grin before asking:
"Solembum, be it Truth Or Dare for you?"
In the middle of cleaning his paw with his tongue everyone waited patiently for him to speak, Angela had pulled out her wool and had started speed knitting a while ago.
Eventually he knew he could not put it off any longer unless he wanted a bald paw. He responded to Thorn's question, saying:
"Dare."
"I dare you to, when their time is up,to kiss Nasuada on the lips without any warning."
Obviously happy with himself after the seething werecat shot him a nasty glare, he proceeded to turn back to Saphira and the group chose to ignore the pair. This became increasingly hard as the pair started humming together.
Since Solembum's Dare could only occur when Nasuada rejoined them it was now his turn.
"Eragon, Truth Or Dare."
Remembering what had happened the last time he had said Dare he went with Truth.
"Okay, answer me this, what is you're greatest fear, you're greatest desire, and...who is you're favourite cat?"
Eragon couldn't help but giggle at the last part of the question but he replied nonetheless.
Answering with his voice because he was concentrating really hard at blocking out the thoughts and images his very horny dragon was sending to Thorn.
"My greatest fear is something bad happening to the people I love."
"My greatest desire is for peace and prosperity to once again flow to the free people of Alagaesia while me and Saphira settle down with the people and...er...dragons we love."
He paused here, not knowing if this was a joke or if the cat would conspire against him for after his answer like he knew Orik was doing even now. He was already fearing for his hair and he didn't need to add another to his list of people to watch out for.
He thought carefully before answering:
"As for my favourite cat...I don't dislike you per say...but you could give people better answers instead of leading them on with tantalising and frustrating hints that cause a lot of grief and uncertainty. Therefore, I have to say that my only feeling's towards you are neutral so I'll have to go with Maud for my favourite cat."
Solembum's eye twitched.
Bet you didn't foresee that answer, he thought smugly to himself.
Said angry were-kitty replied to Eragon's answer with this:
"Beware Eragon, I foresee great and instant pain the the 'very' near future."
Eragon turned pale, he didn't know if it was a threat of if the cat was happy that one of his visions had Eragon being hacked apart or some other gruesome death.
Moving on however Eragon asked, in a meek voice, this question to Orik:
"Grimstborith Orik, Truth Or Dare."
Instantly, the very inebriated and unhappy dwarf slurred back to Eragon:
"Dare ye' bleedin' heart out mate, by Korgan's beard -hiccup- I'll no' lose to any of ye' when it comes to mine honour."
When he took a moment to think about what to put this Dwarf through while at the same time maintaining his friendship with the bald faced dwarf, his concentration lapsed for just a second but that was all he needed to see the scenario his 'very' dirty dragon was playing out with Thorn.
His ears turned red and, with both his voice and his mind called out in shock and embarrassment:
"SAPHIRA!"
She barely gave the over-emotional teenager a thought before she said to the table at large:
"Is there anywhere we could get some...privacy...for maybe the next hour or so? We tire of this game and would like to...rest...in each other's company...alone."
While everyone sitting at the table turned red with embarrassment, Shruikan agreed and showed the pair to a large, oak beamed gate that was raised just high enough for Shruikan to get in and out comfortably.
He then led them to a smaller closed off chamber that was just large enough for them to crawl into. He explained the pillow-strewn floor by saying:
"This was where I was raised until I became too large for this chamber. I haven't slept here in over fifty years."
Thanking him for the accommodation he turned and left, but just he reached the large gate he turned back just in time to see Saphira tackle Thorn into the chamber, a lusty look on her face before they disappeared inside.
Chuckling to himself about young dragon's these days he walked back to the group who were watching Orik go through fifty founds of mead in one minute.
When he reached the appropriate number he placed the flagon down on the table one last time, gave a bleary cheer and fell flat on his arse.
After Arya and Izlanzadi both lifted him back into his chair they decided to move on to person of the Dare Cards choosing.
Spinning the bottle once again, the tip of it suddenly faced downwards and lighted on one of the two decks lying forgotten in he middle of the table.
The group had wondered what they were for the entire time but hadn't bothered to investigate their use because they were too preoccupied.
That's when Galbatorix explained that if the bottle dropped down and pointed to a certain deck, they would take the card from the top and the whole group would do what ever was on that card. If they didn't, they would have to repeat the process with the other deck, even if it was only one person who refused.
It was to everyone's relief when they noticed it had alighted on the blue deck of cards marked 'Truth'.
They expected it to be something easy and easy to handle but when the king pulled the card from the top and read it, his face paled, and for someone who had spent the last few years of his life stuck inside a castle while not seeing any sunlight whatsoever for the whole time, that was a very noticeable change.
Tacking a gulp, Galbatorix read out the small sentence to the group:
"Name a person playing with you that you have had a crush on."
Embarrassment...thy name is 'Truth Or Dare'.
Those who didn't pale as old Galby' had instead turned a bright red. All of them though, wished they could sink into the floor, all except Orik who had done one better and had sunk into a drunken coma from which he wouldn't recover for some time.
Nar Gharzvog spoke then, saying:
"I know none of you here but I will say that I respect Lady Nightstalker for her combat prowess and intelligence so I would have to go with her."
After he had made his statement the rest of the group seemed to loosen up and replied with ever-increasing frivolity, that is until they reached Arya and Izlanzadi, both of whom refused to answer.
If they didn't they would have to take the Dare Card instead and they didn't want that, Angvard knows what it could contain on the other side of that maroon card and no-one wanted to find out.
However, they still refused and Galbatorix, very reluctantly, slid the Truth Card to the bottom its deck, grabbed the Dare Card and slowly read it, each line making him look more and more freaked out until, finally, he raised his head to the group before his that was holding their breath and said:
"Each member of the assemble players has to change clothing with the person on their left, in front of everyone. ALL items must be removed."
If it weren't for the strength of the castle, it would have fallen as soon as the great, black dragon fell flat on his back shaking with intense laughter. There was debris falling from the ceiling and his breath brought with it a small gale.
None of them seemed to notice this however as they were each giving each other a look of horror. If it was just the men or women they would have had no problem, but with members of both sex and at least three different races, most of them felt tempted to test Galbatorix's shield-thingy with their bodies.
Then, with a much to haughty look for his species Nar Gharzvog looked to his left, plastered a big smile on his face, and held out an eager hand for Angela's clothing. Next to her she was looking past the small form that was Solembum, past the slumped heap that was Orik and to the only other person there...Galbatorix.
Galbatorix however was looking frightened as he carefully held a hand out a hand for Arya's clothing while she had a similar look on her face, staring at Eragon.
If the rest of them looked freaked out Eragon was the second from the top because he had to trade clothes with a queen who, as he had seen earlier that day during the battle outside, could rip a man limb from limb and not even slow her stride.
Izlanzadi however, took the cake for next to her, grinning stupidly to the woman on his left, stood the amused Kull.
He look turned to one of shock when all he handed her to cover her chest was a sort of net-suit.
The inhabitant's of the room all felt like crying out in pain, embarrassment and happiness.
Their cries of disbelief however, were drowned out by the large mountain behind them giggling like a pansy.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked my attempt to write this chapter, I know I failed miserably but this is just a lead-up for those of you who like to see the whiny, book-ruining bitch Eragon get the living shit kicked out of him by not just one, but two half-naked female elves...-wink-!
Review Acknowledgments :
'IronMikeTyson': Thank you for the review and the thing about Eragon...how is he smart in any way? Also, this story will now only be Rated M because of the 'implied' stuff. If I'd had my way I would have written chapter's worth or...well...you know.
' ': If only it were that simple, but no, we need the whiny bitch because Saphira would eat me otherwise.
'bluestargirl1': Thank you and I'll try.
Till then...
No One-Liners!
