A/N: Well here it is, a week later as promised. If there are a few punctuation or grammar mistakes I apologize. A little shorter than the previous few but here nonetheless, we get Roran's POV again this time.

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Chapter 10: Revelation

Roran sprinted through the gateway to his estate and out into the village. The village was in utter chaos, villagers were screaming and running through the streets trying to get behind the stone walls of the estate. This told Roran that somehow the urgals had made it over the wall, but how they managed that before being seen was still a mystery.

"My Lord! The east wall! The urgals got over it somehow!" A watchman came running through the throng of civilians.

He turned to Baldor: "Get all the women and children inside the estate!"

Turning to Lang and the other officers that had been present during the meeting he said: "The rest of you come with me! Gather as many men as you can along the way!"

He took off sprinting towards eastern portion of the palisade, hoping to cut the urgals off before they could advance much further into the town. Already he could hear the clamor of battle as the men of the watch engaged the urgal party.

As they ran they collected more and more soldiers who were responding to the alarm, and their party grew to almost ninety men before they arrive at the wall. Nearly a hundred urgal rams had climbed over the palisade and were now standing back to back against the wall as a thin line of watchmen hemmed them in with long spears. When the urgals saw Roran and his party of men charging down towards the melee they made their move.

A large Kull, easily eight and a half feet tall, in the front of the party roared a ferocious war cry that would have curdled any normal man's blood. The Kull charged forward towards the center of the line of soldiers that hemmed them in, sweeping aside the spears with his massive war club he rammed home into one of the soldiers, caving in the man's breastplate with his shoulder. Another solider turned and stuck his spear into the Kull's calf only to be swept off his feet with the impact from the Kull's club.

The huge Kull bellowed in rage and pain but he did not stop, the other urgals roared their own war cries and charged after him, making for the gap in the middle of the line. Drawing his hammer Roran did not slow down, but launched himself feet first at the massive Kull and collided with its midsection with an explosive grunt.

At six feet three inches Roran was an imposing figure to many men, and his hard life of farming and fighting had packed an enormous amount of muscle onto his frame. The impact bent the urgal over and sent him stumbling backwards gasping for breath. Roran landed hard himself, hitting his head against the hard packed earth. Dazed he could vaguely hear and see the men that had followed him collide with the rest of the urgals, sweeping around him like a flood.

He struggled to stand, his head still swimming from the impact. He got to one knee and had to stop, putting his hand to his head he tried desperately to shake off the dizziness that assailed him. He was glad to notice that somehow he had maintained his grip on his hammer.

He glanced up and saw huge ugly feet shuffling towards him, and immediately he sprang forward from his position and rolled underneath the huge Kull, who had somehow recovered first. He was just in time as he felt the rush of wind and the jarring thud of the ground that told him he had missed being brained by mere seconds. Turning on the ground he lashed out with his hammer at the Kull's uninjured leg and connected with the ankle. Roran felt bones shatter as the hammer struck home and the Kull howled in pain and dropped to ground, unable to stand on two wounded legs. Roran sprang to his feet and fighting off the nausea that he felt he quickly moved over and dispatched the Kull with two quick strokes of his hammer.

He straightened and turned to see the battle raging around him. His men had arrived in a ragtag fashion and a number of duels and small battles had broken out after the original clash between the two forces. There was no order and no plan to the attack, it was an all out brawl.

Roran cursed himself for allowing this to happen, he had been so determined to not let the urgals break through into the village that he had sacrificed order for speed. He pivoted quickly and dodged a massive swipe from an urgals war axe, turning he flicked his hammer out and caught the urgal on the upper arm, shattering the bone. The urgal grunted and dropped the axe and Roran finished him with a swift uppercut from the reverse side of his hammer.

He surveyed the field and saw that more and more of his men were arriving every second, and soon the urgals were greatly outnumbered. A group of 30 or so banded together and backed up against the wall as the rest of them were cut down or overwhelmed by the soldiers who continued to arrive on the scene.

His men encircled the remaining group of urgals who stood defiantly facing their last moments, waving their weapons back and forth they issued threats and challenges to the men in their own harsh language. Roran's men began advancing towards the cornered urgals, but he stopped them.

"Halt! Lang to me." He commanded.

Lang came scurrying over from the middle of the mass of soldiers that occupied the immediate area.

"Break one of them. I want to know how they got in here!" Roran commanded, a bit angrier than he should have been.

"Yes my lord." The tall lanky youth closed his eyes and screwed up his face in concentration and Roran glanced at the group of urgals and saw one of them drop his weapon and fall to his knees, hands to his head as he rocked back and forth. The remaining urgals, sensing some sort of attack immediately charged into the men that had encircled them. They were cut down with ease, but not before they took a few more of his men with them, and injuring a couple more.

The lone urgal remained on the ground writhing in pain as Lang dug deeper and deeper into its mind, searching for the answers that he needed. Roran felt a moment of pity for what the urgal was enduring, but it passed quickly. Finally the urgal shuddered, than convulsed and finally stopped moving all together. Lang straightened and opened his eyes, his face looked pale and tired.

"I… I could not find exactly how they managed to escape our notice, but I think I figured it out. I saw that the urgal had been placed under some type of spell, and the fear that I felt from him was understandable. I think that someone or something place a spell on all of them, to make them nearly invisible. I don't quite understand how it works, it's very complicated, I don't know any magician capable of it." He shook his head in frustration. Then he began to walk away from the scene of the battle.

Roran understood and ordered that the urgals be disposed of, and the fallen soldiers buried after their loved one's had been notified. Then he hurried after Lang, anxious to hear what else he had to say.

Lang was waiting for him in a quiet alley between two houses in Carvahall, and when Roran approached they began walking towards the estate.

"Lang, what is it." Roran demanded

"The enchantment on the urgals, not only was it clever. It was powerful. It didn't just bend the light around them like most magicians would do in order to appear invisible. It was nearly perfect, that's why the urgal was so afraid. They couldn't see their own limbs or tell where they were putting their feet, it would be extremely disconcerting." He said

"I see." Roran said, trying hard to comprehend just what kind of enemy they were up against.

"That's what concerns me." Lang continued. "Neither I nor any other magician I've met would have been able to sustain such a powerful spell of concealment over so many people for so long."

"What are you saying?" Roran asked, not sure what Lang was getting at.

"I'm saying that the only magicians powerful enough for such a spell would be an elf, Eragon, or his brother."

Eragon is thousands of leagues away; the thought of a rogue elf working with urgals is preposterous… but Murtagh? No one has seen him since the battle of Urubaen… Eragon vouched for him, but…

He shook his head and asked: "So why were they not invisible to us?"

"Ah, well that was a bit of my own invention. When the palisade was being built, I imbued parts of it with a very complex and clever incantation, one that my father taught me before he died. It strips any type of magical concealment from someone who would attempt to break that barrier. Like if someone had magically altered their face to appear different, or had used some spell of invisibility. Since it's a very little known incantation, my guess is that whoever enchanted these urgals either had no reason to suspect it would be there, or they don't know about it. Either way, we were very lucky." He finished.

Roran was impressed, he did not have any type of magical training but he knew enough know that what Lang had done was extremely clever, very reminiscent of a magician he had befriended during his time with the Varden…

And then he had it, he knew why he had liked Lang so much when they first met, why he had chosen him over numerous other magicians that Nasuada had offered to send with him.

"Lang, who was your father?" He asked, already suspecting the answer to his own question.

Lang grinned… "His name was Carn."

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