Edox asked in a previous chapter whether I would be using other mods. Of course, I will be referencing and using other mods, but I need to be careful about what mods I bring. One of my favorite mods, Relics of Hyrule by JKalenad, will NOT be a part of this because I started this story long before I discovered said mod. Trying to include it would involve far, far too much rewriting.
He had asked about mods like ordinator or apocalypse magic of the sort. The answer is no. The mods are extremely complex mechanic-wise and would have too much detail for me to represent correctly. However, I have played Morrowind and Oblivion thoroughly, and I was highly annoyed when they cut a lot of spells (And Skill trees) and even spell crafting from Skyrim. As a result, spells from the default games of Morrowind & Oblivion are available to Leonde, along with several custom-made spells.
I will include mods, which will be pointed out at the end. Some of which will be new additions to the story.
As for Leonde crafting scrolls and spell books, he can do that. The formula will be explained in the story.
Rise of the Dragons
Chapter 6
Sources of Conflict
by. R. Reichelderfer
Murtagh didn't understand why he was so edgy; correction, he was annoyed at Orik. As he expected, King Hrothgar had made Eragon part of their dwarf clan. It did not sit well with him; he had expected the Dwarves to make an offer, yet he was not surprised when it came. But now he was annoyed at Orik for it. Was it because Orik had been the one to deliver the offer? Leonde finally came up to him, breaking his train of thought as he almost glared at Orik,
"It's the sensation of being trapped."
"What?" Murtagh asked as the candlelight spell above him finally went out. Lifting his hand up, he used it to cast a replacement for his candlelight spell. Feeling the magic flowing into his hand, he channeled the energy into the spell before releasing it, allowing the glowing light to ignite over his head.
"In my travels, I have been underground for long periods. Sometimes weeks on end, the lack of natural light after a while gets to you."
"How did you handle it?"
"Usually, I had more important things on my mind at the time, like survival. But in cases like this? When I knew I was safe and not going to be attacked. I would reflect on important parts of my life."
That wasn't exactly the answer he had expected, but Thorn spoke to him, /~We are safe; Odahviing is behind us, the guards in front.~/
The sensation he felt from Thorn made him smile, the love and compassion. Thorn surprised him; his young dragon had shown nervousness but not outright fear of the great dragon, or Dovah as he was called. Still, what concerned him most was Leonde admitted to being so powerful by a Dovah, Dragon? 'Oh to hell with it, I'll call him a Dragon.' If Leonde was stronger than the dragon that ruled all others of his species by force of might, how much more powerful was Leonde. If Leonde decided to kill them all, what could he do to save Thorn, Eragon, and Saphira? It got a mental chuckle from him.
Murtagh was concerned for someone other than himself for the second time in his life. He remembered that night, recalling how Eragon had been resting and healing from his broken ribs, Saphira next to him. It seemed like such a long time ago when it had been little more than three months. Riding Tornac with Thorn beside him, beside him Eragon rode on Snowfire. The footsteps of Odahviing were a constant echo of their massive companion. Murtagh's thoughts turned to when Thorn hatched for him. It was enough to allow his mind to relax and drift back to the day Thorn hatched.
Sitting beside Eragon as he had adjusted the bandages around his chest to hold his ribs in place, the smell of food cooking lifted in the air. Murtagh had been the first to notice it. A strange sound attracted his attention as he grabbed his sword and moved around the campfire's edge. Looking around, it made Saphira also stood up as Eragon asked. "What is it?"
"I heard something," Murtagh said as his brown eyes scanned into the darkness. The thought of the Ra'zac coming back made them all on edge. Saphira moved to protect Eragon from a direct attack as she inhaled the air looking through the darkness. "Saphira says she can't smell anything or feel anyone," Eragon said in a wary voice. He didn't have the strength to help fight as Murtagh's eyes watched the light flickering on the trees. Then came the sound again, a bit louder from behind, as Murtagh spun around with his sword drawn and looked beyond Saphira.
"I heard it again." He said, starting to move across the camp to look on the other side of Saphira.
As he moved, Saphira suddenly stiffened and jerked her head looking down at a large bag as Eragon said, "Murtagh, the Eggs. One of them is hatching!" That made Murtagh freeze in his tracks as he turned to look at Eragon, pulling the bag that held the Red and Green Dragon eggs together. Murtagh had been surprised that the Ra'zac hadn't discovered them when they had captured Eragon and Saphira before they murdered Brom. The only conclusion that Murtagh could make was that they had just finished binding Saphira, Eragon, and Brom and had just started looking through their stuff when he had tracked them down.
When Eragon had gritted his teeth fighting back the pain, Murtagh came over, pushed his sword into the ground, and helped Eragon open the pack which held the two eggs, each wrapped up in thick fabric so they wouldn't rock and grate against each other. Once the two eggs were free, Murtagh heard the peeping sound as he moved back some. There he watched as the red egg rocked a few times. Then shattered as a red dragon hatchling burst out of its eggs. Watching in amazement as he recalled Eragon's words after he had rescued them. And showed Murtagh the eggs to let them have some sunlight and air.
"Maybe one of them will hatch for you." Murtagh heard the words echo in his mind as he watched with amazement. Recalling how Eragon had said that almost five days ago. As much as the prospect frightened him to become a Dragon Rider, if the young dragon could reach the size and age to carry him, he could use the young dragon to escape the empire and Galbatorix forever. The Young dragon had begun cleaning himself from the mucus of the egg that once held him. Watching in wonder, Murtagh, Eragon, and Saphira watched in amazement as the young dragon looked over at Saphira and then at Murtagh as he stood up on his unsteady legs and approached Murtagh. For once, Murtagh lowered his mental defenses and reached out with his left hand, allowing the young dragon to touch him as the pair were joined in a flash of red light.
Murtagh had been overwhelmed by the flash of power and energy that tore through his body and mind knocking him out. When he recovered, he found his dragon lying beside him, and it was there that he began learning from Eragon and Saphira all Brom had taught them. This led to questions about Murtagh's past, but Murtagh had been adamant about not sharing it. Finally, realizing that he had to tell Eragon and Saphira something. He told them, "My Father was an Enemy of the Varden and a staunch ally of Galbatorix."
Exposing his back. "This was all I ever got from my father. I was three years old when he threw his sword at me. I hated my father until the day he died, and I still do." The jagged scar ran from his left hip up to his right shoulder.
"It's also why I can't go to the Varden. They will want to kill me on sight when they realize who I am."
Of course, it had led to the question of if he was a spy for the empire. Murtagh had pointed out, "Then why, when I appeared, did I not show up with a hundred soldiers to deliver you to Galbatorix. He would reward me handsomely for delivering you and Saphira into his hands." It had gone back and forth for a while, but in the end, Eragon let it go. Murtagh had shot down any suspicion to a reasonable degree. And he still cared for Eragon as he recovered.
Despite the rough spots, the two had developed a deeper bond and understanding. Murtagh had begun to learn how to use magic following the same basic lessons Eragon was taught. While Murtagh shared what he knew of magic. Most of it, Eragon already knew, including a few things Eragon didn't know. Still, the pair watched as his dragon grew large enough and old enough to choose his name. Ultimately, his dragon's red colors reminded him of a rose and how his small spikes resembled Rose Thorns. His dragon took the name, Thorn.
Finally exiting the tunnels, Murtagh was broken out of his reminiscing when he was hit in the face with a bright light. Murtagh swallowed hard as they began to approach the gates of Tarnag. They were still some distance away, but Murtagh could see several Dwarves. It was hard for anyone to miss Odahviing. Leonde rode up past him, Eragon and Nasuada. Ajihad had insisted that his daughter goes with the Riders for several reasons. The least was to keep an eye on Leonde and ensure he was not planning any deception.
Looking at Eragon, Leonde's black horse trotted past them to ride up beside Orik and the other guards accompanying them. Leonde was clad in his armor, wearing a black cape, and held a black quiver of arrows. On his horse's side was a large bow and at his sides were his twin swords.
"Forgive my ignorance of dwarven culture, ritual, and law, Knurla Orik. But knowing full well how Murtagh and Thorn are considered enemies of the dwarves, I must ask you this. How can they much less Eragon and Saphira, despite being adopted into King Hrothgar's House and home, as they are his kin be assured safety here?" Murtagh noticed that Leonde's voice was one of the most profound respect.
He chose his words carefully to avoid the risk of offending Orik or any of the dwarves. Listening, he explained how once they entered Grimsborith Gannel's hall, they would be his guests and Thusly under his protection. And that is one of the highest laws that guests are not to be harmed. He also explained that part of the fact was that Gannel was of Dûrgrimst Quan, a member of the religious cast of the dwarves.
At this point, Orik asked, "Do you not have Dwarves in your lands?"
"No, The Dwarves, or Dwemer as we called them, vanished in my lands thousands of years ago."
"What do you mean, died out or Exterminated?" Orik asked
"They vanished. Completely. Overnight. Disappeared. Leaving behind only their machine cities and material legacy. To this day, no one knows what really happened. We crack open previously unknown and hidden dwemer cities. Untouched, unlooted. We find piles of ashes mixed with rotted clothes, armor, and weapons as if they simply turned to ash where they stood."
Arya moved her horse beside Leonde as she asked. "Are you honestly serious?" She wondered, and looking at her, Murtagh could see her shock when he said.
"I have several published works on the Disappearance of the Dwarves with me. Would you care to read them?" The talk made Orik and Arya look at each other as they seemed interested.
Finally reaching the Gate of Tarnag, Murtagh noticed several dwarves in armor and baring the gate of Tarnag as Orik had motioned for Leonde to move back with the other riders. Leonde pulled back as he flexed his gauntlet-clad hand. At that point, they could hear Odahviing coming up closer with a deep growl in his throat. One of the dwarves pointed at Murtagh, and at that point, Leonde had moved in front of him when a shout in dwarvish had begun. Orik was replying to them as the tension rose several notches. After having forced in front of Murtagh, the Dwarves noticed Eragon and the symbol of Hrothgar's house on his helm, and that sent them off into a fit. He watched as one took an iron ring from his pocket, pulled three hairs from his beard, twisted them around, and then threw the ring at the ground before storming off.
Watching the reaction of the other dwarves at the display. It meant something terrible as Leonde motioned for Eragon and Murtagh to come close to him Orik began to come back as Eragon asked what was going on. It was Orik who said, "You have enemies."
Murtagh could feel the edge of the tension as Leonde listened to Gannel and Undin. Learning of the History that their clan had been devastated at the end of the battle where Galbatorix won. Anhûin's clan was formerly the richest and oldest of the ancient dwarven clans before the Fall. They lived in the Western portion of the Beor Mountains and volunteered their strongest warriors in Vrael's service. The clan was destroyed in Urû'baen by The Forsworn and Galbatorix. The surviving clan members were Anhûin and her guards. Anhûin died of grief, and her guards took the name Az Sweldn rak Anhûin (The Tears of Anhûin). The clan has been restored to a portion of its former number and strength from her guards.
They explained that they had vowed vengeance against all Dragon Riders.
Watching Leonde, as Undin said, "they might even try to kill Leonde and Odahviing." That did not sit well with the massive dragon, who bellowed a laugh that echoed and shook the entire courtyard as Odahviing said,
"Few who declared the Dovahkiin their enemy have survived to tell the tale." Sadly the yard was not large enough for a dragon the size of Odahviing to enter, so he had to have his head over the courtyard wall. Leonde was the one who broke the uneasy tension.
"Odahviing, my friend, allow me to handle the politics here; as Gannel and Undin have said you will find caves to roost in in the mountains. But stay on guard."
"Indeed, guard yourself Dovahkiin, and remember. Speak my name, and I shall answer your call."
With that, the massive dragon pulled his head back and then opened his wings as he took off from the ground, his wings creating huge buffets of wind as Saphira watched him take off into the cloudy sky. She seemed to be transfixed with Odahviing. So much so that Eragon had to call her name to get her to snap out of it. The mountains around Tarnag often prevented the formation of bad weather. But the overcast was perfect for that gloomy mood. Gannel had guards posted and escorts to take them to rooms before the grand feast tonight, a feast in their honor at the victory of Farthen Dur over the Urgals and the shade Durza. At that point, Leonde had approached Murtagh as he said.
"Once you four are cleaned up, I would like you to stop by my chambers before the feast." He looked to his fellow riders and Orik as well.
Eragon had asked that he and Murtagh share chambers since they would be here to rest for a day or two before leaving. Eragon's request had surprised him. As the two moved and settled into their room. Small in that the rooms were built for dwarven height, but they were lavished in detail. Carved stone and soft beds.
As he looked at the place, it was much better than the cell he and Thorn had been in for a few days. Instantly Murtagh's thought's turned to Thorn; he smiled as he could feel Thorn enjoying the cold spray of a waterfall formed from melting ice water beside Saphira. Arya's dragon was small enough that he could stay with her. As Murtagh sat down, he exhaled and said to Eragon, "So what do you think of Leonde?"
Eragon had put his pack down on the ground and started to take off his shirt, "I don't know. I do know I don't want him or Odahviing as an enemy."
"What if he decided to take the Throne in Uru'baen after he kills Galbatorix?" Murtagh asked.
"At this point, I don't see how we could stop him. He would certainly be a kinder king than Galbatorix."
Murtagh began to think as if he owed Leonde his freedom and life. And perhaps soon be free from Alagaeisa. As he thought about it, going to this Skyrim, fully trained to do what he wanted and go where he pleased. It appealed to him greatly. "What do you think of his offer to go to his homeland, Skyrim?"
Murtagh was surprised when Eragon answered quickly. "No, I can't. My uncle Garrow," Eragon corrected himself.
"Our uncle Garrow was tortured to death by The Ra'zac, I saw what the Urgals did in Yuzac, I saw the slaves in Dras-Leona, he allowed the Shade Durza' to torture Arya. Who knows what else Galbatorix has allowed to happen. I can't leave."
Eragon sat on his bed across from Murtagh as he asked. "You are not thinking of going now?" he asked, concerned.
"I told you I would see you safely to the Varden. I kept my promise. I made a promise to complete my training in Ellsemera I will keep that promise." Murtagh said as he thought.
"Well, we need to get cleaned up, Shouldn't keep Leonde and our hosts waiting."
"I'll grab the first bath." He said, standing up. "I'm the eldest!"
Murtagh was more surprised by the clothes given to him by the dwarves, more correctly. Hrothgar. Fine clothes. Apparently, he wanted to at least try to impress Murtagh as he, Eragon, Arya, Orik, and Nasuada approached Leonde's quarters. With a knock, Leonde had bid them enter, and when they did. They were shocked to see Leonde out of his armor. They had almost expected him to still be in his armor.
Instead, he was dressed in a fine green outfit; he wore an overcoat with yellow embroidery. Over his shoulders was a fur shoulder cape that went down to his waist. It had a gold clasp that had three slash claw marks.
Bear fur, if Murtagh had to guess. The under-tunic was green as a golden amulet hung from his neck, three large diamonds set in it. His pants were brown a dark brown, and he wore calf-high boots of the finest leather and make. Pulling on a pair of fine gloves, Leonde bid them enter as Nasuada also entered.
"I thought I asked to speak with the Riders alone." He asked Nasuada.
"Do you forget that Eragon owes his loyalty to my Father?" She asked.
"That is to your father. Not you," Leonde said, "Which means anything that Eragon feels he needs to report goes to your father. Not you as you are not yet leader of the Varden. Unless Eragon has orders from his Liege lord to keep nothing hidden from you." Leonde gave her a smirk.
Nasuada simply smiled and crossed her arms. "Still, I am glad you came. I had hoped you would come anyway," he said, making Nasuada take on a more rugged look, realizing too late that Leonde had tested her. She had underestimated him, and she would not do so again.
"I see you were smart enough to carry the blades I gave you." Leonde moved to his backpack and opened up a small chest, and inside them held several small bottles. "Knurla Orik, Temptation can make a normally honorable man willing to break his honor. Greater the temptation, the greater the desire. Murtagh's father had committed any number of crimes against the dwarven people, now he is in striking distance."
"You actually think Gannel and Undin would..." Leonde lifted his hand up as he said firmly.
"If I thought that, Orik, I assure you I would not be out of my armor." He said, sharp and cold.
"No, I have no doubt that Gannel and Undin would die to protect us. I am worried that Az Sweldn rak Anhûin, so near to vengeance yet unable to extract it, may have a member willing to break those laws. All it takes is one person who can not bare the thought of a chance of vengeance, to slip poison into a meal." Pulling out several Bottles, he began handing them to Murtagh, Eragon, Arya, Orik, and Nasuada.
"These potions have a powerful Resist Poison effect and should protect the drinker for the next 24 hours. Here are ones for Saphira, Thorn and your Dragon Arya. Very little save the deadliest poisons would effect you. And in the event that something does start to effect you, These will cure just about any poison possible. Save a few." And handed them all a second bottle, giving two to the riders.
"The laws of hospitality are just as important to me as the dwarves. But I have been forced to have people as my guests who I hated and would call my enemies; I have been sorely tempted more than once to allow... an accident to occur."
Understanding the temptation, Murtagh did drink the potion down as the Taste was bitter and the texture thick. He made a sour face as it left something of film in the back of his throat. "What's it made from?" He asked as the rest drank their own.
"Four ingredients, Beehive husks, Grass pods, Garlic, Yellow Mountain Flowers." He said, making Nasuada wide-eyed as Arya had just finished drinking hers.
"How does mixing these together make you resistant or immune to poisons?" Eragon Asked.
"By it's self it doesn't. When you brew a potion, and you know what you are doing, it becomes a vessel that can hold magical energy. With the right talent your energy fuels the spell and is stored in in the liquid." Arya explained.
Looking at Arya, Leonde rocked his head slightly as he said, "More or less yes. Some plants are more potent than others when it comes to brewing potions. Some plants have natural magics to them that Alchemy helps bring out. And various plants can hold various effects. For example, Mix Troll fat with a Red mountain Flower, and you produce a poison. The more skill you have the more potent it becomes." Realizing that Eragon was having a bit of difficulty understanding, Murtagh said.
"Think of the difference between baking a cake and a loaf of bread." Which caught a chuckle from Leonde as Eragon understood better.
"Don't worry Eragon, In time you will understand more. You can't be expected to understand everything in less than a year, That is a bit much to expect for a young farm boy turned rider."
Murtagh watched as Eragon seemed a bit annoyed. "I'm 16, I'm not a boy anymore."
"You're right. You are hardly a boy anymore, not after all you have experienced. My apologies." Leonde smiled as he opened one of the many cases he had taken off Odahviing once they had reached Undin's home. Unwrapping a cloth-covered sword, Murtagh noticed it was in a mahogany scabbard with a black mouthpiece and sword cap embroidered in gold. The handle was cross-shaped with a long handle embellished with intricate golden inlay. Instead of a pommel gem, it had four prongs extending out an inch. Putting the belt and sword at his waist,
"Leonde-elda," Arya addressed him with a tone of respect. Murtagh had noticed that while Arya was cautious around him, she was also respectful.
He had learned that Elda was a term of high honor in the elven language. "We would only insult Undin by going to the feast armed. Implying that we do not trust him with our safety."
"Aye, Undin and his clan would give their lives for our protection. I agree with the potions as a precaution." Nasuauda spoke firmly. "I have been with the dwarves long enough to know it will insult them."
"Very well." he removed the sword from his waist before pulling three silver daggers as intricately wrought as the swords. "I doubt a dagger would be seen as offensive as a sword."
And with it, he pulled out a small dagger from behind his back and placed it on his belt. Murtagh saw it was almost a miniature version of his sword, sheathing it on his belt.
It was a little after noon as the servants had come to get them, and they followed out as Murtagh was beside Leonde. As Murtagh asked Thorn what was going on, /~Undin has ordered more guards and had the gates barred~/ Thorn said to Murtagh.
/~ It Seems Leonde's concern for our safety is not without warrant. He fears the possibility of an attack.~/
/~Indeed, although with Odahviing in the mountains, I am not sure anyone would risk angering Leonde.~/ Still with the sun behind the mountains and the city plunged into darkness, the true strength of the dwarves could be seen as the streets and buildings were lit with lamp lights. Undin called Eragon and Leonde to join him as they began to gather in the courtyard.
Murtagh was motioned by Leonde to side beside him as Nasuada was on the other side. Murtagh noticed that Orik sat beside him with Arya on the other side. Eragon seemed a little upset that Orik was between him and Arya. Leonde saw this as Murtagh made a subtle motion, and he nodded slightly. It had taken a bit for Murtagh and Eragon to get a few moments with Saphira and Thorn to get them to drink down the liquid Leonde gave them.
Saphira had assumed the head of the table with Thorn to her right. The two seemed to be getting along for now. He noticed Arya's dragon was at her side, still small enough to share the table as Undin had clapped the table. At this point, dozens of servants came out from the kitchen, bringing all sorts of food, stews, soups, fish, and fowl. He noticed how people were A feast worthy of Galbatorix, he thought. And he wondered how many times Galbatorix would have feasts like this, and then the centerpiece came out, a massive boar, or at least it looked like a boar with a body as large as Tarnac, his horse. He, like Eragon, noticed that as pieces were cut off, none of the food given to Arya had any meat on it.
"Nagra, Orik said, "Giant Boar, Undin truly honors you all tonight. Only the bravest dwarves dare hunt Nagran; it is served only to those with great valor." Orik continued to explain how he thought it meant he would support him over Dûrgrimst Nagra.
And the snout as large as his head. Before Eragon could reach for the food placed before him, Orik stopped him as Undin was the first to cut off part of his meal and start to eat before everyone.
Murtagh watched as Undin started eating and making an exaggerated nodding as he finally declared, "Ilf gauhnith!" and then Orik nodded as he began to explain between bites,
"That it is custom, from day when poisoning was rampant among the dwarf clans, for the host to taste the food first, and declare it safe for the guests." And with that, the feast began in earnest. Much talk Murtagh heard was around the battle with Duza and Leonde. But also of his and Eragon's clash with Durza. Oddly, Leonde seemed reluctant to explain how he could match Durza blow for blow. Eragon had asked Arya why she did not eat meat. Her reply was to Murtagh as well as Eragon.
"Once you arrive in Elsemerra you both will never eat meat again. Or if you do it will be in the rarest of circumstances."
Murtagh had asked, "Why would we ever give up eating meat?"
"It is nothing I can explain, but you will come to understand." She said.
As Leonde finished drinking some of his ale, he swallowed and softly cleared his voice. Murtagh noticed how he spoke softly and respectfully.
"I would advise against completely abandoning meat. Especially red meats, like beef and venison."
"Oh and why is that?" Arya had suddenly taken an interest in this. Murtagh listened to Leonde closely as he was keenly aware of his disagreements with Arya.
Choosing his words with the utmost care, he said, "I have met some people with a purely vegetarian diet. I had heard them speak, and I had heard those speak who did eat meat. There was an obvious difference in the strength of the will words when they debated their points of view between those who ate meat and those who did not. When a person stops eating meat, particularly red meats. People lose a fire inside them. This is more evident when they are fighting. The Imperial Legion has done several in-depth studies concerning finding a diet best for a particular race. I would advise you not to entirely abandon eating meat. You will need that fire in the future."
Arya looked to Leonde and said, "As I said it is nothing I can explain. But they will come to understand."
The two remain civil for now. The conversation between Gannel and Leonde was what dominated the table. What made it the most interesting was that it was about Murtagh himself and Thorn. And while one would have usually been insulted to be talked about as if they were not there. Murtagh was entranced at how willingly Leonde defended Murtagh. Leonde had pointed out asking Eragon and Murtagh questions about their early journey. Such as what Eragon did do when he first found the eggs. To his shame, Eragon admitted that he had tried to sell them for meat, even offering to let Horst, the blacksmith, have them.
When Eragon described the destruction of his farm at the hands of the Ra'zac, Leonde had asked where the two remaining eggs had been hidden. Eragon pointed out they had been in the farmhouse; something he and Brom couldn't understand was how the Ra'zac had missed finding the eggs. Although Eragon had hidden them under the boards in his bedroom after Saphira had hatched for him. His bed had been torn apart.
Leonde pointed out that something had to have obscured their eyes for them not to consider such a prominent place to hide something. That someone, some force, was at work. Murtagh wasn't comfortable with the idea of spirits or, perhaps, as Gannel had said, "The Gods themselves manipulating his destiny."
The talk of gods made Arya comment on it. "While it is an incredible stretch of circumstances, just because Murtagh and Eragon found each other, and both became riders does not mean there are unseen forces like gods manipulating their destiny."
The look Leonde gave Arya made Murtagh's blood run cold. For a moment, the look they gave her made everyone go silent. "You and your kin don't believe in gods, Arya?"
Challenged directly, she looked at Leonde and said. "No, the elves do not believe in gods or such," she said point-blank. "And I can come up with several explanations as to how and why everything could happen without the need or intervention of such a power."
At this point, Murtagh thought Leonde might attack Arya or berate her. Instead, he did the unexpected. With a deep breath, he spoke.
"Interesting, chance and circumstance aside, you are correct. It could also be as simple as them not bothering to look there as they deemed it too obvious a place to hide something so valuable. Knurla Gannel, please permit me a moment to address something essential to the riders concerning religion and politics."
Gannel stroked his beard for a few moments before he smiled softly and said. "Aye, I don't see why not, I am curious of what you have to say on the matter."
"There are two things you must be aware of that can easily lead to violence. One is politics, and the other is religion. In Skyrim, in Whiterun, there are two families, The Battle-Borns and the Grey-Manes. These two families were the oldest city clans and good friends until the Stormcloak rebellion rose. Afterward, the hatred between the two was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and it almost exploded into bloodshed many times. More than once, when newcomers entered Whiterun, One of the Battle-Borns would come up to you and demand to know. Battle-Born or Grey-Mane, and if you tried to stay neutral, or not instantly support his family. He would do everything he could to make life in Whiterun difficult."
"You will also encounter this when we defeat Galbatorix. Just as the Varden's council sought to gain control of you after the Battle of Farthen Dur, you defeated them by swearing fealty to Ajihad. But at the end of this war, everyone from Ajihad to the members of the Varden's council to their mages will all seek the throne in Uru'Baen. They all desire power and will use you and Saphira to achieve it."
"You have seen these powerplays before, haven't you?" Murtagh finally said when he finally realized that he was speaking from experience.
"Not quite Murtagh, but very close."
It stunned him as he thought of it, and it finally dawned on Murtagh. He felt like an idiot, but Nasuada spoke for him.
"You've been through this sort of thing."
"That is correct; the title, /Dragonborn/ is not something you earn or can achieve. You are born with the power of a dragon, whether a blessing or a curse. That is up to you to decide. I have had people court me, demand my fealty, and even try and kill me because they deemed me a threat to their plans and ambitions. You have only seen a small portion of my overall strength and power."
He could hear Arya almost chuckle. "I will not deny you have an impressive level of strength and out. Facing down a Shade is one thing, but you make it sound as if your power rivals that of a Rider of old from before the Fall."
"The topic of my strength and power is for another day. Politically Eragon The Riders, from what I learned thus far, held great sway in their decisions."
"Yes, Ajihad had mentioned not underestimating my words' power. That my words could send people hurdling into happiness or despair. That people would come to me asking which of their sons to leave their inheritance to, and so on. I even had an old woman with a baby come asking for my blessing."
"You understand then. The finer details can be discussed later with lessons in diplomacy. The point is that those who desire power are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve it. They see Ajihad as an obstacle to obtaining the Throne in Uru'Baen. Assuming he survives this war, someone under their orders may attempt to assassinate him and you, Nasuada. When Shruiken and Galbatorix are eliminated, they will no doubt attempt to have me executed. King Orin of Surda won't be safe. If they deem it neccessary, they won't hesitate to arrange accidents for their fellow council members. While they may not move against you openly if you oppose their appointment to the throne, they are the ones who can influence the policy, rules, and laws of the government. They can enact laws that castrate your ability to be anything more than a figurehead. The same laws could also be used to destroy your ability to rebuild the order of Dragon Riders."
"That would be very difficult to enforce." Arya spoke firmly.
"I can think of several ways I can make it extremely difficult for any more human riders to be chosen, if not downright impossible," Leonde spoke.
"You could simply eliminate most concerns about assuming the Throne by a simple oath," Nasuada said.
"No. There is no oath I can give, no vow of fealty, no action save committing suicide that can convince people otherwise. You have been sent with us to determine if I am a threat, despite the fact I will be traveling with someone who is not easily fooled. And will be spending time with people who will see through any long-term deception."
Listening to Leonde as he took a bite of Mushrooms before closing his eyes, he silenced the conversation before Eragon Asked, "What about Religion?"
"The other thing that can quickly devolve into violence is religion; until recently, in my lands, we had been fighting a religious war against an elven group called the Aldmeri Dominion. This is a long tale, so please bear with me."
Arya's attitude clearly showed a sudden change. It was very subtle, but Murtagh caught it. She had stiffened ever so slightly when Leonde had looked at her casually near the end of his statement.
"The source of the conflict is both political and religious. The abridged version involves the creation of the world. Keep in mind I am glossing over a lot of fine detail. According to men, when the gods created the world, they were guided by a deity called Lorkhan. He explained they would need to give up a significant portion of their power and physical being. After the creation, the mortal races were created by Lorkhan himself. According to the elven doctrine in my lands, elves began their existence as divine spirits. Lorkhan tricked them into making the world, and as a result, they were stripped of their power and became mortal. The elven gods, as punishment, killed Lorkhan, and declared that his children were the men and beast races, were to be considered intelligent animals and treated as slaves."
Arya looked at Leonde, concerned, "Allow me to finish. Jump ahead many thousands of years, overlooking many wars against humans and elves. In my world, at least, elves can live for thousands of years, and some firmly hold onto those old beliefs. In particular, one group is called the Thalmor. At the end of the second era, a Dragonborn named Tiber Septim rose to power, successfully conquering all of mainland Tamriel. For whatever reasons, Tiber Spetim chose to extend his conquest to the elven island nation of Alinor. He obtained a weapon to smash their outer defenses in one attack. He gave them the option of unconditional surrender or total destruction."
"Once he was secure in his power, he began a large-scale sweeping reformation of the lands of Tamriel, such as freedom of religion, trade, and equality which saw the banishment of Slavery in the vast majority of the empire. Some holdovers in areas like the nation of Morrowind, but that is another lesson. This also opened Alinor, now renamed the Summerset Isles, to traders. In contrast, before, it was generally forbidden for non-elves to set foot on their shores under pain of death, now men and beast folk could travel, trade, and own property."
"This is when the Thalmor, I believe, was founded. They never forgot, and they never forgave this insult. And according to man's religious belief, Tiber Septim's deeds were so great and beloved upon his death. The Divines granted him godhood, accending to join their ranks as the divine Talos."
The scoff from Arya drew a glare from Leonde as the pair locked eyes with each other. "Do you actually believe that you can attain divinity? You called yourself a Demigod battling Durza."
"First of all, I told you the power I used to fight Durza affects the mind and perceptions. Which is why I use it sparingly. Secondly, You may not like my beliefs or agree with them. You may believe they are wrong, but they are my beliefs, and you have no right to challenge them since I am not using them to harm others. Third, as for gods not existing, I can prove you wrong. It will take effort and a lot of materials. Still, I can establish a doorway into some realms of Oblivion, such as the Deadlands of Mehrune's Dagon, the Daedric Prince of destruction. Coldharbour, the realm of Molag Bal, Daedric prince of Tyranny and Slavery. Or the Shivering Isles, The realm of Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness, couple of hours there will change your entire life's outlook. Would you like me to do so?"
The cold seriousness and the hard stare at Arya had silenced the entire meal as Murtagh could hear Thorn.
/~He is not bluffing. He genuinely believes he can open such a doorway.~/
Murtagh realized this would get out of control quickly and gave a loud cough catching everyone's attention. "Personal beliefs aside, Leonde's powers, abilities, and magic are not fully understood. Keeping in mind the Battle of Farthen Dur, by all accounts, whatever it was, Durnehviir tore itself out of some form of... hole in the ground. The location was inspected, but no sign was discovered of where ever it came from. It was not from our world. Arya, can you explain where that thing came from, or it's nature?"
Taken back as she looked at Murtagh, she studied him for several moments before she relented. "No, I cannot explain it. I am still determining what it was and where it could have come from. I have never heard of such magic in any way, shape, or form that could accomplish such a feat. Even attempting such violates the rules and laws of magic as I understand them."
Murtagh was not interested in trying to stand out, but one of his many lessons included diplomacy. "If Leonde can conjure such things, Arya. Do you really want him to go to the lengths needed to prove such entities exist? Because it sounds like he will open a doorway to some rather unpleasant ones. Instead of the gods he worships."
Looking over at him, Leonde smiled and said, "He's right, you know. If I have to waste time, energy, and resources to open up such a portal to prove such beings exist, it won't be to Atherius to meet Julianos, god of wisdom and logic, for tea and debate."
"Also, Arya, you are missing the point of this conversation." Murtagh spoke."
"And what point would that be Murtagh?" She asked.
"The point is that when it comes to someone's personal beliefs. Even if you don't believe in said beliefs, you should respect them. Unless, of course those beliefs involve say... sacrificing children, am I correct?"
Looking at Leonde, he could see a smile, as Arya seemed taken aback. "You are correct, Murtagh, and constantly challenging them or mocking them with words or tones can be viewed as an attack on them. Which can yield unpleasant results. As I said, I can open a portal to Oblivion, but the one I open up won't be nice."
"So what happened with the Thalmor?" The question from Eragon caught them by surprise.
"Oh, the Thalmor basically spent a hundred and seventy years picking the empire to pieces before giving an ultimatum, give us the heads of all the members of the order known as the Blades, and end all Talos worship, or there will be war. It launched a brutal war that lasted five years and ended in a stalemate that resulted in the empire being forced to sign the treaty that outlawed Talos worship. They used it as a cover in attempts to further undermined the empire. Allowing the Thalmor to arrest anyone who was confirmed of Talos worship."
"Their peace was little more than a sham. Do you have a general that gave problems to the Dominion during the war? We found an Amulet of Talos in his son's possession; he is under arrest and will remain in our custody until we decide he is no longer a worshiper of Talos. A young man whose skills as a sculptor were said to rival the great elven masters? We have evidence he is a Talos worshiper; when released, his hands were apparently smashed beyond repair in a failed escape attempt."
The comment caught Arya off guard; even Murtagh was shocked at that.
"I think I understand," Arya spoke softly and said, "The Thalmor were using this treaty to attack human culture."
"Yes, While there were... provisions that it required evidence. Once in their custody, they could pull out an Amulet of Talos and claim to an imperial legion guard /This was found on the prisoner; as per the treaty, he is under our jurisdiction/."
"That doesn't make sense, how would the guards know it acutally came from the Prisoner?" Eragon countered.
Then in a shocking tone of voice, Leonde spoke harshly, "You dare challenge the Thalmor? Know your place lest we consider you a sympathizer to the Talos worshipers and arrest you as well!"
The tone and words caught Eragon off guard; even Murtagh understood the implications. Arya finally relented and spoke.
"The whole point was to sow fear and discord, bleed his empire, and drain its resources. It explains much of your anger Leonde, but I now see the truth. Such rage and hatred as yours can only come from a personal loss. The Thalmor attacked and hurt your loved ones and attempted to use them to control you."
"Yes." Leonde's soft response was, "The Thalmore used the treaty to arrest anyone of significant position who opposed their view points. The war that I eventually fought in was brutal. An example was when they were loosing ground, they would sow salt into farm fields rendering them unusible for years to come."
"I can understand the importance of being tolerant regarding religious beliefs. Though I am curious, what do you believe." Arya finally asked.
"I believe that, some force divine or other have played apart in the journeys and destinies of Eragon, Saphira, Murtagh, and Thorn. Whether Human or Dwarven gods, I do not know, and will leave the debate to priests of these lands. But, I do know this, Galbatorix and I have one thing in common, conquest."
"As a general in the Imperial Dragon Empire, I conquered all of Tamriel. Just as Galbatorix has almost done to Alagaeisa. And like me, he will suffer no rivals or challengers to his power. King Hrothgar of the dwarves challenges his power by refusing to submit to it. Just as Queen Islanzadi challenges him by refusing to submit."
Speaking firmly and with total conviction, "Galbatorix will not stop until he rules all of Alagaesia. He will not allow anyone to oppose him. He still has three Dragon Eggs in his power, and I would wager Saphira's current weight in gold to the thirteen dwarf clans that at least one, if not all three have, or will soon hatch."
Murtagh could not believe the strength or conviction as he heard Thorn say, /~I like him.~/
Arya had taken an interest, "How could you possibly know that?" She almost did not believe it as Leonde continued.
"In my vision, I saw three eggs of Blue, Red, and Green torn from his hand before he closed his fist around The eggs of White, Yellow, and Brown. One or all three will hatch soon."
Just as things were about to heat up, Murtagh swallowed at Thorn's Urging. "Leonde speaks truly. Galbatorix will not rest until he has destroyed all resistance to his rule. I know this."
Murtagh said as eyes went to him, "The thing that made me escape Uru'baen. He had wanted me to destroy Cantos which was known to harbor rebels. To slay every man, woman, and child. It made me realize he didn't possess the mercy or foresight to gain the people's loyalty, and he ruled only through brute force, guided by his own passions. It was at that moment I was determined to escape him and Urû'baen forever."
With Eyes on him, Murtagh was surprised at what he said so openly. "He will raze these mountains to the ground and kill everyone he can. Like Leonde said, He will suffer no rivals."
At this point, it was Nasuada who had spoken up as she said, "I think enough has been spoken on this."
She said and stood up, lifting a Glass. "I believe I speak for most all of us when I say this, To the Victory of Farthen Dur and the Downfall of Galbatorix, may his Reign not see another year's passing!"
Taking hold of his Glass, Murtagh couldn't help but agree, "To the victory of Farthen Dur, and the Downfall of Galbatorix, may his Reign not see another year's passing!" At that point, everyone cheered in as things seemed to settle down. Still, as the feast went on, Thorn ate very well until he could eat no more.
The conversation was reasonably polite, as Murtagh pointed out how little Ale Leonde had consumed. On the other hand, Murtagh had consumed more than double what Leonde had drunk. "I didn't think you would be a lightweight when it comes to drinking," Murtagh said.
"Boy, two things. First, I would drink you under the table. Second, when I drink heavily, I tend to get extremely rowdy and boisterous. When you have the ability to kill with but a word or destroy a city wall, moderation is your friend." He said.
Finally, with the feast over hours later, when the last chalice was drained, it was late afternoon, and everyone was more than full as Murtagh was sure he would sleep for a week straight. As the feast came to an end, everyone seemed in good spirits. Undin turned to Eragon and asked, "Did the meal please you?"
To which Eragon's Reply was, "It was delicious."
To which Undin replied, "I am glad that in pleased you. I had the tables moved outside so the dragons could join us, it is only a pity that your dragon could not Join us."
He said the last part looking to Leonde. It made Murtagh bristle a little as if Thorn was nothing more than a beast.
Leonde swallowed hard as he said, "And it is a good thing he is not, Odahviing is not /my/ servant, nor bound to me save a promise he made. He is a friend and ally. His belly is likely still full from the Urgals he had feasted on during the battle." Leonde's tone of voice indicated that he wanted to ensure that Undin understood that Leonde had no power to control Odahviing; if the dragon attacked, no command of Leonde could hold him at bay.
It made Arya give a subtle smile which became a bit wider when Murtagh said, "Yes, Thorn and I Thank you for this meal." And instantly, Eragon spoke up as he spoke firmly.
"As do Saphira and I thank you." Then he asked, "I have to ask how serious is this feud, really?" The question made Orik wince and Undin's brow furrow. Eragon had hit a nerve.
"It was not uncommon for blood feuds to endure for generations. Entire family have been driven extinct because of them. It was rash of the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin to invoke the old ways; Such a thing has not been done since the last of the Clan wars... Until they rescind their oath, you must guard against their treachery, whether it be a year of a century." Undin said with some bile in his mouth.
Orik was the one who exhaled as he said. "I am sorry that your friendship with Hrothgar has brought this upon you Eragon. But you are not alone. Dûrgrimst Ingeitum stands with you."
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