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eclipsecursed‌:

for a brief second renfri worried that she would soon be entering another fight. one that she was in no shape to win, not with the state she was currently in. her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, eyes following every movement of the stranger. then something moved within the shadows of the cave… 

she felt it before she saw it, then she heard it. renfri was sure it was a hallucination born of blood loss and shock. but the vision of the dragon did not fade, and she was left to wonder at what she believed was reality and myth. renfri had little time to wonder at the beast, the man speaking up and bringing attention back to her wounds. “i’ll be fine.” 

yet the gash at her side would certainly need to be sealed at the very least, but from what she could tell that was the worst of it. still she stood, as best she could, and ventured out of the cave slowly and carefully. “My name is Renfri, what’s yours?” She answered, and questioned him in the same breath as she found a tall tree to rest under. 

His lips turned down into a scowl --- but it was understandable. A dragon as mighty as majestic as he, were to be frightened of. The hunter stayed quiet, observing the woman. Murtagh couldn’t help but feel a kindred spirit --- one who traversed, one who battled for survival. One who looked for the meaning of life --- all of this from just one soul he came into contact with. Watching her backing away, he followed. Thorn stayed within the cavern silently observing --- Murtagh felt through the bond that his dragon felt sorrow but pride for such a human who could withstand so much carnage. In a way, she reminded him of himself in his younger days. Kneeling down at eye level, he extended his hand --- the man’s intense gaze never wavering as he asked silent permission to heal her wound.  ❝ I am Murtagh. This is my dragon, Thorn. Now, I owe you a debt for saving his life. Please, let me return it in kind. ❞

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE WITCHER / 1.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“It comes on a full moon to feed.”

“I do not recall the bard singing of this one.”

“Who would dare try and rob you of your treasure.”

“Were you in love?”

“When you live as long as I do, all the names start to sound the same.”

“Were destiny a kinder bitch, a whore like me wouldn’t have to settle for her client’s telltales.”

“A friend of yours came through here last month.”

“Shouldn’t you know when someone’s pretending?”

“I’ll be back with payment in a few days.”

“Anything happens to my horse..”

“You don’t scare me.”

“A half-measure ain’t gonna do it.”

“Your kind already swindled us once.”

“I take payment after the job is done and for a third of the price.”

“An apology from my guild to yours.”

“Revenge will not ease your pain.”

“You know nothing of my pain.”

“You can put down your sword.”

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Rumor has it she was having an affair with a young man in town when she died.”

“You let them believe that he fled with their coin.”

“Only one creature I know is that picky an eater.”

“It was a nice touch with the applause.”

“So how many more times do you think we get to do this?”

“You are a first draft of what nature intended.”

“A grey dress assumes importance without bald ambition.”

“We remake ourselves on our terms.”

“Imagine the most powerful woman in the world.”

“You were dispatched to settle a family affair, not to enlist a mutant mercenary for a game of sleuthing.”

“You learn that she was murdered and you didn’t even flinch.”

“I remember hearing stories about witchers when I was a child.”

“Is it true that the mutations that grant you your abilities also erase your emotions?”

“Word is she’s even more stubborn that he is.”

“Perhaps we consider sending someone there with a bit more spine.”

“Let’s not model our wisdom on prejudice and paranoia.”

“There’s not power in puppeting fools.”

“Why help those who won’t listen?”

“Not answering questions is a pillar of your brooding charm.”

“Countless are dead because of your jealousy.”

“I had no way of knowing how the information would be used.”

“A life holding dustpans while you brush off forgotten bones?”

“That’s not destiny, it’s slow suicide.”

“Would it frighten you to know you’re not privy to every one of my thoughts?”

“You are patronizing me.”

“That’s your fetish, not mine.”

“A true man would state his desires.”

“I will not be schooled by a man who pimps the world as some romantic adventure.”

“Victimhood is not your color.”

“Heroism is not your color.”

“No amount of power or beauty will ever make you feel worthy.”

“This isn’t my first time trying to save a princess who others see as a monster.”

“I envy you, to live and never have to fall in love.”

“Tell me how to lift the curse.”

“You’d leave a man to die in such indignity?”

“Your will to live is strong.”

“That’s all life is to you? Monsters and money?”

“You say this is all life is to you, but there is a vortex of fate around all of us, growing with each and every one of our choices drawing our destinies closer.”

“I feel something out there waits for you.”

[morzansin]

someone make a EragonOC dragon rider that, y’know, steals the dragon egg from the urgals and causes more strife between the riders and other races whilst travling with murtagh who is clearly ignorant of the disaster going on. word gets to eragon and by the time murtagh meets his brother they both find out the kid traveling with murtagh. . . stole the urgals dragon egg...that hatched for him / her. 

[morzansin]

trouble finds and follows eragon. 

murtagh has no choice but to fight eragons troubles. 

eragon: did u just throw your sword at a kull ?!

murtagh: well, if not for YOU i wouldn’t have had to, now would i mr. world-traveler?!

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[morzansin]

but an AU where Murtagh stole Thorn’s egg, snuck out of Galbatorix’s castle, called a fugitive, and went looking for Brom. meanwhile, he traveled and trained under brom’s tutelage until meeting eragon in carvahall ; eragon’s egg hatched first before murtagh’s, they were both then trained by brom in magic --- murtagh excelling in that more than his brother which leaves the younger frustrated. murtagh knowing eragon is his brother but was told by brom to say  N O T H I N G, making him swear in the ancient language until the time was right. 

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nasuada: u dnt love me anymore. 

murtagh: wut ? 

eragon: make her a fairth. woman love fairth’s.

murtagh: i’ll tell her how i feel. you know, like a REAL man. 

eragon: wOW 

brom: a difference between telling and showing, my boy. 

murtagh: no one asked you.

brom: hardly even needed to. take my advice and just go for it. 

eragon: ...as in run away like you did ?

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[morzansin]

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

How his heart did ache, setting ablaze at her statement. Facial features turned hard, angry. How could she even assume he didn’t want what they had back ? Did she honestly think he felt nothing for her after all this time ? Emotions strong enough could not be forgotten and neither would the time spent talking with Nasuada as he was kept, prisoner. Lips mashed into a firm line as he pointed a finger in her direction, ❝ Is that what you really think, my Q U E E N ? That I have lost my feelings for you ? If anything, while in exile, I find it hard to forget the time well spent. You, the only one E V E R  there for me in my time of need and I the same for you. My feelings for you will  N E V E R  disappear no matter the distance I travel. Do you understand, Nasuada ? ❞ Her name a slip of the tongue — how it was decadent to his very soul. Thorn had to suffer such sad thoughts, if not annoying loving ones, of his relationship with the Queen of the Varden.

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rottenmagearchive‌:

yennefer did not know why she would bump into this male, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. but he was playing on her nerves    ( MAYBE SHE WAS PLAYING ON HIS TOO )   but yennefer didn’t care, all she cared was that this stupid male didn’t die because his stubbornness. she asked him to STOP being stupid and irresponsible, but somehow he just couldn’t stop.  it made her FRUSTRATED, pretty much.     a sigh escaped her lips as she placed her hands upon her hips, waiting for an answer -            she wanted to know WHAT HE WAS DOING.

everytime she’d be around this male, yennefer could sense something else -         MAGIC. but she couldn’t lay her finger on it, it was something she hasn’t felt before.    ( AND SHE WAS WILLING TO FIND OUT WHAT IT IS, NO MATTER WHAT )   violet eyes focussed upon the male’s features, wondering what he was thinking. WONDERING who he’s talking to when he’s not talking to her.    she could hear his thoughts, but somebody else could also.   yennefer narrowed her eyes, the moment she wanted to speak, SOMETHING BIG APPEARED.

yennefer stopped all her movements when she saw the creature approaching, her mouth dropped. she had seen a dragon, a death one and a golden one.    ( SHE NEEDED A DRAGON HEART TO REGAIN HER FERTILITY )   but she had promised a man she wouldn’t kill such beautiful creature.     she took a step backwards, so she could see the dragon better.   IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, she always though dragons were beautiful creatures.    ‘’ that’s, a dragon. ‘’ it was all she could say.

she was too surprised to do ANYTHING, let alone hurt the dragon? also, there was no way she could kill this dragon and take it’s heart.    ( SHE DIDN’T WANTED TO )    because he and his rider are bonded, she knew. and now yennefer knew what the magic was she felt. ‘’ i won’t hurt you. ‘’ she said, her hands up in the air.    yennefer looked around, she didn’t care about the lifeless bodies laying around -         she was MUCH MORE interested in the dragon.    ‘’ not really. i’m just more interested in you and your dragon. why didn’t you told me THE LAST TIME you saw me? ‘’

Thorn’s thoughts were projected aloud:    | Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇᴛɪᴇs,                          ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ? |

Murtagh looked uneasily towards the side. It wasn’t every so often his dragon had a sharp tongue --- only to those he did not trust. He could not argue with him, however, because he was of the very same nature. Dragon’s from Alagaesia were prideful, wild, ferocious, and had a mind of their own. Magic came from them and spread to the races. It was because of the Dragon’s that they helped humans, elves, and dwarves survive --- they helped King’s thrive. Unlike other dragons from other regions of the world they did not have a beating heart, but a jeweled one. The Eldunari --- a dragon’s heart-of-hearts. A gem of a heart so to speak

A ruby eye blinked as smoke huffed from the dragon’s nostril --- the creature turned its gaze to Murtagh in a silent communication. After a moment of silence, Murtagh pursed his lips into a thin line and faced Yennefer,  ❝ I did not trust you then. As of right now, Thorn doesn’t either. In order for us to tell you more to sate your curiosity, he wants permission to delve into your innermost thoughts, but not as far as to reveal your True Name. We came a long way to get where we are and we cannot have enemies for we want to stay hidden as long as we can. If you cannot agree to his terms then there will be no sharing of stories.  ❞ It was not as before --- being ordered and forcing themselves into someone’s head; Murtagh had hated that. He hated what Galbatorix made him do. . .even now he still regrets his actions, exiling himself in order to gain what once was. 

[morzansin]

❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞

A wary expression, a taut jaw. Strands of dark brown hair fell upon the young man’s brow as grey colored eyes pierced the other — he didn’t need words of wisdom right now. If he wanted a wisecrack, he’d ask Eragon. A rough pull of his blazing red sword out of his opponent’s abdominal, the sound of flesh ripping from bone. ❝ Nay.  A perfect kill doesn’t end in disappointment. Was he one of yours ? ❞ Tone of voice callous, guarded, and cruel. These men, humans, dwarves, anyone trying to hunt down his dragon was getting irritating if not tiresome. Old habits with Murtagh never died apparently. Have songs from Alagaesia reached where ever he was now ? The King Killer, the Traitor, the Bastard. 

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     IT ’ S    OVERWHELMING   .    I    feel    as    if    I    am    living    in    an    illusion  ,    a    dream    where    all    things    are    possible   .    Amazing    things    do    happen   ,    I    know   ,    but    always    to    someone    else   ,    always    in    some    far - off    place    and    time   .    But    I     found    your    egg   ,    was    tutored    by    a    Rider   ,    and    dueled   a    Shade    —   those    can ’ t    be    the    actions    of    the    farm    boy    I    am   ,    or    was   .    Something   is    changing    me   .

[morzansin]

            Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ?!

ind. rp blog for Murtagh Morzansson from the Inheritance Cycle. heavily book based / head-canon based. Read rules and about before interacting with ! / Written by P. / c

[morzansin]

eclipsecursed‌:

Blood is splattered against her skin, some of it hers, most of it belonging to the dead men she had followed to this cave. Wary of the stranger, Renfri kept her sword grasped in hand as she moved to lean her weight against a large boulder within in the cave. The incessant questions rattled around in her mind as he asked one after another, causing Renfri to sigh heavily. “One question at a time.” She muttered, eyes darting around the dark of the cave. Clearly he was worried about something or someone being discovered.

“I’d been following those men for weeks now, overheard them talking about hunting a dragon in this area.” Renfri scoffed, laughing until it turned into a cough and she spat out a mouth full of blood. “Idiots. Dragons don’t exist. Even if they did, hunting them would be the absolute stupidest thing you could do.” She spoke, partially answering the questions he’d thrown out. 

Without hesitation and with amazing grace that no human should be able to have, Murtagh unsheathed his sword and what a beauty to behold it was ! The steel of it was dyed in a bright crimson, the rain-guard decorated with three dragon heads. The ruby set within the pommel gleamed brightly --- magic swirling iridescently if not mesmerizing.  This was the sword of a Rider. Murtagh could tell she was hurt but he didn’t want to take chances. 

                A low hum reverberated within the cave as one ruby-slit iris looked over the man’s shoulder --- a crimson snout hovering at his side as he stared at the girl. The dragon then spoke aloud so that both could hear well. Usually, a dragon’s and their Rider’s thoughts were the most precious but since this was an odd circumstance, Thorn allowed it. | Lᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢʟɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ, sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍ I'ᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ? 

There was a hard look in his eyes, his hand clenching tighter on zar’roc as if having an internal battle. Was his old self to re-appear again ? No, he would not let that happen. Thorn’s voice was gravelly if not husky at times --- it was like embers before the fire. One more look at her injuries. . .and he sheathed his blade.  ❝ They can try but he is as mighty and fierce as he is wise. So,I agree with you on that. Now, on the other hand, your injuries. They need to be healed. Come with me .❞ A spat of unfriendliness in his tone, but his heart said otherwise. Murtagh had his mother’s heart when it came to caring for others --- a little too much. The elf-ling led the way back outside. Thorn was antsy to follow for he hadn’t seen the sun all day today.  ❝ What is your name ? ❞ Well, he didn’t share common courtesy when it came to new people. 

[morzansin]

small h / c.  when murtagh gets attached to someone platonically there are sides to him that only a few get to see. he is a man that has a gentle heart and a damaged mind. he is the frail shell of a man-turned-elf. creating a bond with him isn’t easy but it’s not impossible --- he will kill anyone who means harm to those he deeply cares for. he is opposite of eragon when it comes to morality but it doesn’t mean that he does NOT try to see it his brothers way NOW. 

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Personality Starters

(as requested by anon)

Starters:

❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞ 

❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞

❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞

❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞

❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞

❝Fuck love.❞

❝Well that was brutally honest.❞

❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞

❝I have to be perfect.❞

❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞

❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞

❝Don’t you believe in me?❞

❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞

❝I love your zest for life.❞

❝You’re really brave.❞

❝That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞

❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞

❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞

❝I don’t understand you.❞

❝You don’t understand me.❞

❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞

❝Your smile is contagious.❞

❝Why are you so self-critical?❞

❝Thanks for trusting me.❞

❝Of course I trust you.❞ 

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elderheir‌:

@morzansin​: “ i carried you. ” ↳ CONCERNS.

          Instinctually, she moves to push herself away from the stranger,  eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as she studied his face.   Last thing she remembered, unconsciousness befell her, yet she awoke where she did not fall.  Muscles tense as green eyes finally met his, ready to run if necessary.   “  .. who are you ?  ”

If he could save just one life, would that redeem him ? How many more lives were there to save to account for those he had killed in the past year ? Facial features were strange; an odd mix of human and elf, pointed ears hidden beneath dark shaggy brown hair. Grey eyes stared at the girl, contemplating. Murtagh was not here to hurt, merely a traveler in a dangerous area. He saw a person in trouble he would have done what any other would, would they not ? His brother would have.  ❝ Do not worry, I will not harm you. I can say so in the Ancient Language if it’ll make you feel better.  ❞ Taking the glove off his hand, the gedwey ignasia on his palm began glowing a bright red before he uttered the word --- b r i s i n g r;  f i r e -- into the small campfire.  ❝ I am Murtagh, and yourself ? ❞

[morzansin]

                                                  A E S T H E T I C : V I S A G E  .  Z A R’ R O C  .     ↳    All of the blades were crafted out of brightsteel and each blade was the color of its bearer's dragon.  The Elf Rhunön took the brightsteel and constructed the first Rider's blade for Eragon I. Over time, the brightsteel became harder and harder to find. She found one last horde in the forests of Ellesmera and with that steel, she made the following swords: Zar'roc for Morzan, Undbitr for Brom, as well as Vrael's blade.  When Rhunön constructed the swords of the Dragon Riders, she fit a gem into the hilt that matched the color of the blade.    ↳   The Dragon Riders discovered that the jewels in the hilts could hold a nearly endless amount of energy. The energy stored into these gems could help a dragon and his or her Rider whenever and wherever their energy was becoming drained.  Zar'roc had a great ruby, Undbitr had a sapphire, Naegling had a yellow diamond, Támerlein had a great emerald, Arvindr's blade was purple as was the jewel in its hilt.  Brisingr had a sapphire as well and Vrangr had a clear diamond in it.

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