eragonsues

Just as promised...

2007-04-11T20:05:21Z

I promised that today I would find a better sue story than yesterday. Observe:

Title: What happened to my old life

Perpetrator: SkyBell

Sue-ness Level: classic - classically awful, that is

Book or Movie Based: Book

Summary: "When two orphans are brought to another world only to find out that they had been engaged to the sons of Morzan since birth, trouble stricks. MurtaghxOc EragonxOc SaphiraxThorn."

Full Name(s): Kyoto (yes, Kyoto) and Yuri (KKM, anyone?)

Species: Human girls

Appearance: Kyoto has "waist-length light blond hair" which she ties back into "a braid that reached her stomach and her bangs that stayed out of the braid reached her cheekbones"; her eyes are gold. Yuri's eyes are "ocean blue", and has "shoulder-length black hair".

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
   ⁃   "Her and Yuri barely had anything. They had two pairs of clothes and very little or no money and Kyoto had a picture of her and her family.
   ⁃   "She [Kyoto] was wearing her best cloths and her favorite hair tie so she didn’t stick out in the crowd." Because no one will notice you walking around in your best clothes, right?

Special Abilities:
   ⁃   "The only skills they had were reading, writing and math. "
   ⁃   Orphan angsting and flashbacking skills
   ⁃   Will eventually become powerful magic users

Origin: "Now it was Kyoto’s turn to explain. 'My parents were killed during a shooting and Yuri’s parents were teenagers but even when they could get her back, they never came.'" Actually, they are the daughters of another Foresworn dude, who were sent to Earth for their protection.

Connections to Canon: Angela, who owns a bookstore here on Earth hires them as her assistants after Solembum purrs at them. She then takes them with her back to Alagaesia by jumping through a mirror. They then fall out of the sky onto Murtagh and Thorn, who were having a nice chat. Murtagh knocks Kyoto up out, and Angela and Yuri run away. Kyoto runs away when she wakes up, and then Angela tells both the girls that " You have been engaged to the sons of Morzan since birth. You were brought to the other world for protection. I put magic on the shop so you would be attracted to it. Solembum would purr when he found the girls we were looking for. You girls could become some really strong magic users and you must do this marriage for it was promised in the ancient language."

Notes: This one is really worth reading in its entirety - only two chapters long (just a baby!) and full of Suey goodness. The author's note for the first chapter contains the memorable sentence: "Murtagh betrayed Galbatorix and ran off with the 3d dragon egg." Awesome! I want a 3d dragon egg! All the other ones are boring 2d or 4d - no fun at all. Also, now that I look at this closely, it seems like troll material. Oh wait, the author does seem serious after all.

Kyoto grinned happily and nodded her satisfaction when her father, Kiyoshi, came back. When she saw her father’s expression, all her happiness vanished. He looked panicked.

“Kita, we need to get out of here. There’s a shooting on the other side of the mall and the people causing it all will probably be here in a matter of minutes.” Kyoto’s father had dark hair and gold eyes and her mother had blond hair and brown eyes. Kita, panicking, quickly dropped all the things they were going to buy, grabbed her daughter and quickly started running next to her husband, trying desperately to find a way to save her daughter, her one and only sunshine. If Kyoto died, it would be all her fault. She had life ahead of her, happiness, love and maybe children of her own.

They were still running when the screams started. Kyoto was confused. She was so innocent that she had no idea what a shooting was. Looking around from her mother’s arms, she saw small children running around and several people with shiny things. Most adults were trying to protect the little ones and some lay on the floor motionless with red pools around them.

‘What a funny place to fall asleep’ she though, thinking of the people on the floor. Suddenly, one of the men lifted their shiny thing so it pointed at her father and than she heard a boom and her father fell and cried out in pain. That red stuff was oozing out of his clothes. He fell to the floor and didn’t get back up. That’s when she understood that he wasn’t going to come up. She knew her father was dead. Hot tears poured down on her cheeks. She heard her mother’s scream and her picking up the pace.

She could see one of the men raise the mean device up to her mom but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a chocking sound, all words impossible to understand through the tears. By the time she said an actual word, her mother was on the floor. Kyoto fell too but only suffered a couple scratches.

“MOMMY” Kyoto yelled, another hot wave of tears streaming down her cheeks. She was at her mother’s side quickly. Her mother used all the strength she had left to push her daughter away and scream, “RUN KYOTO, I WON’T MAKE IT!! SAVE YOURSELF!”

She got up in time to see the man who had killed her parents lifting the weapon to kill her but she was quick and moved out of the way, but not quick enough. She got a bloodly scar on her left arm. She cried out but just as she fell she tried to get up. “I’m going to make mommy and daddy proud and survive this.

With terrible difficulty, she got up and with the little strength she had, quickly burst through the doors to the outside where a policeman took her. The next thing she knew, she was on a bed with black haired girl was next to her, waiting for her to wake up.

“Where am I? Who’re you?” More tears flowed down her cheeks as she remembered what happened. The girl hugged her and whispered, “I’m Yuri, you’re at the orphanage and you’re my new best friend. I’ll always be there for you.”

With the people who aren’t remembering weird things from their pasts

“Murtagh, you didn’t have to knock her out.” Angela scolded.

“How would you feel if you’re just peacefully (A/N: As if he does anything peacefully) talking with your dragon when you suddenly see three people fall from the sky?”

“Enough you guys. What’s done is done. All we can do is wait for her to wake up.” As if on queue, Kyoto let out a groan. Murtagh who had been healing the cut he made on her head was the first to turn to her. When she opened her eyes, he saw the most beautiful gold eyes he had ever seen. She quickly shot up making her and Murtagh’s heads hit one another. It kinda hurt.

“Nice going.” He said looking at her. She crossed her arms. “Oh and your much better. You freaking knocked me out!”

Eragon laughed “She’s got a good point there Murtagh.” And right then, while I was in my fragile state, it was then that I noticed the FUCKING HUGE RED LIZARD!!!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Kyoto took a breath, “HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Ok I’m done. What’s a freakishly large lizard doing here?” Murtagh looked amused but the lizard didn’t. In fact he looked like he was going to kill or mortally injure her when a blue lizard came. And Kyoto saw big red hearts appear in his eyes. She looked at Murtagh who seemed oblivious to his dragons crush.

She roalled her eyes, ‘Boys are the same in this world. Arrogant and ignorant. Ugh, Men’ she thought.

Murtagh on the other hand didn’t understand what happened as well as she did. He was talking with Thorn when suddenly, three girls fall from the sky. He did the first thing he could think of and knocked the one closest to him out. Everything about this girl was golden. Her hair was a light gold color, she had gold eyes and even her tanned skin looked slightly gold in the sunlight.

The other girl looked more like night. She had black hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Hum, Ying and Yang. Kyoto was waving a hand in his face. He looked at her and she grinned.

“Sorry. You kinda spaced out there. I was asking if you had seen my friend Yuri.”

“Yeah, she left with Angela while you were freaking out. They told me to tell you that Solembum.” Before he could blink, she was gone doing who knows what.

Kyoto was currently trying to find that darn cat. When she finally found him, he started leading her through various hallways. Just when she thought about taking a break, he can to a halt in front of a door. She came in and saw yuri peacefully reading a scroll and Angela working with some herbs.

She sank into a chair a glared at Angela. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Angela sighed and turned to them. Yuri was paying attention now.

“Well, I’ll start with the beginning. This is much like Murtagh and Eragon’s discovery. You two are sisters. Your father was one of the Foresworn. Kyoto, the man and woman you have thought were your parents adopted you. You looked like them in every way. Well, Morzan wasn’t stupid. He knew of Selena’s pregnancy and struck and arrangement with your father, that if this child was a boy, and your father’s children were girls, that they would be arranged.”

Yuri stared at her. “So what does this mean for us?”

Angela took a deep breath, “Yuri and Kyoto. You have been engaged to the sons of Morzan since birth. You were brought to the other world for protection. I put magic on the shop so you would be attracted to it. Solembum would purr when he found the girls we were looking for. You girls could become some really strong magic users and you must do this marriage for it was promised in the ancient language.”

Return of the MOC

2007-04-11T01:46:31Z

Hello minions! Sorry for the very prolonged absence, but my arms almost completely gave out on me (weak tendons and muscles) in January, and I'm only now getting to the point where I can do a little bit more than just schoolwork.

During my hiatus, we were visited by a **TROLL**, which was terribly exciting. Check the comments for my entry on "Bothering Alagaesia" to get the gory details. I will now be screening all anonymous comments, m'kay?
Oh, here's a bit of troll fodder for your enjoyment: "SATURNINA AND HILARIA ARE -REAL- PEOPLE. THEY ARE THEMSELVES, -NOT- SUE-ENHANCED. GO TO HELL..."

Today's sue is nothing particularly special, but look for more exciting entries in the future.

Title: The Other Murtaug

Perpetrator: Sheila the Crazy Tank

Sue-ness Level: so bad...that it's almost funny

Book or Movie Based: I can't tell. Probably book-based?

Summary: "Murtagh always knew he would meet his equal. Maybe they are more alike than in skill. Slight OOC. Plus an OC."

Full Name(s): Murtaug. Creative naming skillz? I think not.

Species: Human thief

Appearance: " Her short black hair stuck to the side of her face and her yellow eyes dart back and forth"

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    Black leather pants that hurt when she runs; a black shirt and black leather vest complete this creative ensemble
    ⁃    A blue dragon egg that causes her to be chased by denomination-less soldiers and the Ra'zac (apparently, the empire has already been defeated in this fic; thus her being chased by Galbatorix's minions because of the egg makes no sense at all in this context)
    ⁃    Awesome thief skillz - she's been one for seven years, so she must be really good.
    ⁃    a "soft voice"
    ⁃    Can make Murtagh talk like an immature 13-year-old at times

Special Abilities: To be generally bland and coma-inducing.

Origin: None as of yet.

Connections to Canon: She and Murtagh have something that is either supposed to be chemistry or a drug-induced haze. Obviously they are meant for each other, what with all their clever dialogue and/or witty banter.

Notes: I really wanted to find a nastier sue, but I got lazy. Let's hope for a better one tomorrow.

As she ran she whimpered with pain as her black leather pants rubbed on her hip. Her black shirt and black leather vest twisted as she ran. As she looked back she didn’t see where she was going and ran right into Murtagh.

“UMPH!!!!”

“Oh my head.” Murtaug groaned.

“?!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Murtaug said in her soft voice. Murtagh didn’t reply.

“Oh um, yeah, it’s ok.” he mumbled. She looked exactly like him. She was even a trouble maker.

She stood up and saw that her pursuers were gone. Good at least she could rest and actually breath.

She looked at Murtagh and remembered to introduce herself.

“I’m sorry. I did not introduce myself. I am Murtaug.” she said quickly.

“And I am Murtagh.” he replied.

Murtaug looked around and started walking away. Murtagh seemed worried. Something was not right about this girl. She had yellow eyes like Thorn’s. Just when she was about to turn the corner she dropped to the ground.

All she could feel was pain. Her vision faded. She was still conscious but it was a haze. She took a deep breath in and felt agonizing pain. Her throat became parched and she passed out.

Murtagh ran but did not make it in time.

He picked her up and ran down the streets. He got a glimpse of the blue stone. He gasped and recognized it as a dragon egg.

“Help! I need a healer!” he shouted to the air.

As Murtaug’s pulse began to slow he realized that a healer could not cure her. She was being tortured through her mind. Someone wanted answers that she would not give. He pried into her mind and saw the source of the pain. It was the Ra’zac. They wanted her egg.

He started to fight for her. He finally pushed the Ra’zac out of her mind. When he did she sat up and swayed. She notice that she was in Murtagh’s hands. He let her slide off of his hands and into the bench. She sat there for a moment before vomiting up blood. Murtagh had to jump out of the way. She coughed and vomited one more time.

Murtagh looked at the blood that covered a portion of the stone. The he looked at the girl. She got up and slugged Murtagh in the stomach. he doubled over and grabbed the bench for support. He understood her actions. He was the only thing she could vent her anger on.

She was furious. They had taken advantage of her. Murtaug looked at the doubled over Murtagh. He just laughed and said something that made her calm down.

Suddenly a sharp cracking sound split the air.

Baby's First Crossover

2007-01-04T21:47:02Z

It's looking like this journal may become a weekly updated affair, as school and other extracurricular activities are keeping me plenty busy. I hope this story makes up for my long absence.

Title: Ma beauté observée bleue de minuit Does anybody here know French? I couldn't tell you what this meant if my life depended on it, and I don't trust online translators.

Perpetrator: Sakura evil twin of Sango

Sue-ness Level: *retches*

Book or Movie Based: Book.

Summary: "After the battle in Surda. Oromis takes Eragon to the Celestial lands for training where he meets other Dragon Riders. Better than it sounds. Please read and review! I'm beggging you! InuYasha Xover."

Full Name(s): Lady Sakura, Yasha, Kira, Lie, and Aki. These are just the OC!sues. Read the excerpt for canon character mangling.

Species: Dragon Riders/Demons/Whatevers

Appearance:

Lady Sakura: "had black hair midnight blue eyes, pale skin and was wearing a cerulean dress."
Yasha: "had silver hair, golden eyes and was wearing a red dress."
Kira: "had silver hair, golden eyes and was wearing a red dress."
Lie: "blonde hair and green eyes"
Aki: "red hair and green eyes"

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    Lie and Aki have Dragons! named Isis and Everist. I'll spare you the pain of their descriptions for now. Yasha and Kira are Dragon riders, too, but their dragons are either dead or invisible, as they're not in the story yet.
    ⁃    Magic
    ⁃    Awesome warrior skills

Special Abilities: To mangle the Eragon canon beyond recognition.

Origin: Lady Sakura is Naraku's daughter. Yasha is the daughter of Inuyasha and Kagome. Kira is Kikyo's daughter. Apparently, Kikyo and Naraku reproduce asexually. Lie and Aki have yet to be given an appropriate past.

Connections to Canon: Eragon is getting trained in all sorts of awesome things by Naraku and Inuyasha, thus he will have lots of interaction with the sues. Galbatorix wants the sues captured.

Notes: There are no words to describe this monstrosity.

“Eragon this is the King of the celestials and one of your new teachers, one of Brom’s good friends, Naraku,” Oromis said, “Now I must be leaving for I have some business to attend to farewell.”

With that, Oromis waved goodbye and left. Eragon turned to face Naraku.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” Eragon said.

“Same to you young rider,” a man said.

The man had silver hair and golden eyes with dog-ears on the top of his head. He was wearing red robes.

“Eragon let me introduce you to you other teacher InuYasha,” Naraku said.

The two nodded in acknowledgement.

“Are these your friends?” Naraku asked.

“No shit,” muttered InuYasha.

“Yes. This is my brother Roran and Saphira,” Eragon said.

Naraku and InuYasha inclined their heads, “Greetings Lady Saphira.”

“Greetings,” Saphira said in their minds.

“Now that you are all here, we will teach techniques that Galbatorix has no idea of. One of the most important is for the dragon to have a mortal like from,” Naraku said, “Nade, my dragon will teach that and Akai, InuYasha’s dragon, will assist in getting you caught up with the other three.”

“Three!?” Eragon and Roran said in unison.

“Three,” Naraku said, “We had a fourth but that one decided to serve the false king. The good thing is that when that one left, we where still on basics.”

“Saphira, I know that you are tired but the training you need in crucial, so we need to leave now if we are to be done by the end of the day,” InuYasha said.

Saphira nodded and the two left.

“Good bye little one!” Saphira said.

At that moment Eragon felt a part of his heart leave, he felt empty.

“It’s okay Shadeslayer, you’ll see her tomorrow.”

Eragon snapped back to reality as he noticed a boy the same age as him looking right at him. The boy looked exactly like Naraku.

“This is my son,” Naraku said gesturing to the boy.

“My name is Micharu,” Micharu said. “I have been a Dragon Rider since I was ten years.”

“Nice to meet you,” Eragon said.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Micharu looked at Roran, “It’s nice to meet you as well Stronghammmer.”

‘How did he know of me?’ Roran wondered.

“I can read minds just so you know,” Micharu said.

Roran nodded astonished.

Three girls walked in the room. The first one had black hair midnight blue eyes, pale skin and was wearing a cerulean dress. The second one had silver hair, golden eyes and was wearing a red dress. The third one had black hair, brown eyes and wearing a purple dress. They curtsied to Naraku and Micharu then faced Roran and Eragon.

“Ladies this is Eragon and Roran,” Naraku said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” The one in cerulean said, “ I’m Lady Sakura, daughter of Naraku and dark magic user.”

“Hi!” exclaimed the one in red, “I’m Yasha. Dragon Rider and daughter of InuYasha and Kagome.”

“Nice to meet you,” The one in purple said, “I’m Kira, daughter of Kikyo, Dragon Rider and a priestess.”

Roran and Eragon sighed and exchanged glances; it was going to be a long day.

In Uru’ Baen, Galbatorix called upon his riders.

Murtagh, Lie, and Aki entered with their dragons, Thorn, Isis and Everist. Lie ad blonde hair and green eyes. Aki had red hair and green eyes. Isis was silver and Everist was green.

“The spy has informed me that Eragon is in the celestial lands,” Galbatorix said angrily.

“What shall you have us do Master,” Lie said.

“Train,” Galbatorix said, “Train hard and find away to capture Eragon, Micharu, and Yasha.”

“What about the third one?” Aki asked.

“She’s a priestess, she’s not that strong,” Galbatorix said, “Dismissed.”

Double Sue Threat + "Humor"

2006-12-30T17:47:54Z

Title: Bothering Alagaesia

Perpetrator: Emerald Tiara

Sue-ness Level: eurgh

Book or Movie Based: Book.

Summary: "Saturnina and Michelle go to Alagaesia and annoy the crap out of everyone... when two girls from 2006 meet two guys from Alagaesia, you know some crazy stuff is gonna happen."

Full Name: Saturnina (actual name = Grace) and Hilaria (actual name = Michelle)

Species: Human.

Hair: not described

Eyes: Not described.

Markings: None

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    iPod
    ⁃    cell phone
    ⁃    Eragon books

Special Abilities:

Not really a special ability, but they are taking Latin in high school. That's where they got their ~~fake names~~ alter egos.
Eragon fangirling skillz: Saturnina asks Eragon to marry her the very minute they fall into Alagaesia.

Origin: They're both normal, high school, Eragon-obsessed young ladies. They get sucked into Alagaesia during an after school meeting of their book club.

Connections to Canon: They fall out of the sky right in front of Eragon and Murtagh, who are off to rescue Arya in Gil'ead. Saturnina asks Eragon to marry her - they both get interrogated by Saphira.

Notes: I really dislike these kind of humor stories - where random girls fall into the story and confuse the canon characters. Not that I don't appreciate a wacky sense of humor, but it's just not appropriate for the story.

The boys stared at the girls. The girls stared at the boys. The boys stared back. The girls stared back. The one on the right was slightly older and had dark brown hair and eyes. The by on the left was similar, only younger and (in Saturnina’s mind) cuter. Finally Saturnina decided to say what had been on her mind ever since the light had cleared. She opened her mouth and turned to the boy on the left.

“Ohmigod will you marry me?”

“Saturnina! You can’t just go up to a complete stranger and want to marry him, even if he is a complete hottie! It’s just rude!” Michelle sighed exasperatedly. She turned to the boys, who were now looking slightly alarmed.

“Hi, I’m- (she tried to find a cool name and just decided to go with her Latin one) –Hilaria, and this is my friend Saturnina. We’ve gotten kind of lost and don’t know where we are. Who’re you?” the boys (now looking very alarmed) looked at each other, then the ‘cute’ one stepped forward nervously and said “Well, I’m Eragon, this is Murtagh, and you’re in the land of Alagaёsia, about a mile away from the city of Gil’ead.” At this, Saturnina screamed and hugged Michelle.

“See! I told you it existed! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Michelle slapped the back of Saturnina’s head.

“Shut up! I am trying to repair the damage!” she turned away from Saturnina and tried to start talking again, but Saturnina interrupted her.

“Hey Eragon, do you, like, know who Murtagh is?”

Eragon stared at her. “Yes . . .”

“Yeah, but do you like, know who he is?” Michelle made a choking noise, probably out of disbelief.

“Saturnina, I need to talk to you in private.”

Once out of Eragon and Murtagh’s hearing, Michelle rounded on Saturnina.

“Idiot!” she whispered furiously. “You can’t go revealing the story! Even if you have read Eldest, you can’t tell Eragon that Murtagh is his brother!”

“Why not? The book’s already been published, we won’t change anything.”

“Don’t you get it? We are IN the story! We are actually living the story! Exactly how it was written! And we have to keep it like that! Remember how you were always telling me what you would have done if you were Eragon?” Saturnina nodded. “Well, now you can finally tell Durza how much of an idiot he is. But, if you mess up the story enough, they might never even go to Gil’ead! They might not even rescue Arya!” Saturnina was shocked.

“That would be horrible!”

“You are hereby forbidden to tell them anything about what happens later on.”

“What are you, my mother?” grumbled Saturnina.

“And,” added Michelle as an afterthought, “If you dare scare Murtagh away, you don’t even want to know what I will do to you. Are we clear!” Saturnina nodded fervently. Michelle was even more obsessed with Murtagh than Saturnina was with Eragon. And that was saying something. No, I mean that’s really saying a lot.

They then returned to Murtagh and Eragon, only to find a large, blue reptilian thing standing with them. Michelle was mystified, but Saturnina had read the book more than Michelle and instantly recognized it as Saphira. She squealed, and promptly fainted. Nobody bothered to catch her.

The Late Show

2006-12-30T00:32:41Z

A later post than normal for today, I think. I was busy this morning. Just a heads up for my minions: I will be going back to school next Tuesday, which in my case means that the semester Finals are about two weeks away. Consequently, I might not be able to post a Sue every day. Please be patient with me, and I'll try to make it up to you by giving you extra bad fics, m'kay?

On to the sue:

Title: Eldinor

Perpetrator: prettybella

Sue-ness Level: meh...bad. Nothing too exciting or original here, although Murtagh is occasionally IC in the beginning.

Book or Movie Based: Book.

Summary: "tafter eldest. Galbatorix has arranged a marriage for Murtagh as a punishment and to teach him selfcontrol. While exploring the castle, Nira meets someone and the chance to escape unfolds. okay so i am bad a summaries, this is my first fanfic. please R&R"

Full Name: Nira

Species: Human.

Hair: "long, brown hair"

Eyes: Not described, as far as I read. Which wasn't very far. I'm tired, and it's a kind of blah story.

Markings: None

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    A sword and accompanying battle skillz
    ⁃    a cruel father
    ⁃    pod people friends
    ⁃    magik skillz

Special Abilities:
Magical abilities: she knows the Ancient Language and uses it. As a good bonus, however, she mentions being drained by the spellcasting - something I've rarely seen in a Sue. Galbatorix probes her mind and pronounces her to be very talented.
Warrior Skillz : "I am the best swordsman in the city. No one has been able to beat me. I now if I was to face a rider or and elf I would quickly loose the fight, but for now I lie my power." Yeah, okay.

Origin: She's a Princess. She was raised in "Tierm" by one of Galbatorix's lackeys.

Connections to Canon: She is arranged to marry Murtagh, even though he wants to marry for love, and it's hinted that he's attracted to Nasuada. Aside: she has to go to live in the great city of "Uru'bean." Teeheehee.

Notes: I spotted some nasty tense changes in here, and the first chapter switches between Murtagh and Eragon's points of view as indicated by such words (I use the term loosely here) as, "EPOV," and ,"MPOV."

“Would you mind fetching Nate for me? I have some energy I need to let out, and I figure fighting him would do it.”

“I would be honored.”

“Thanks Claire.”

I heard Claire yell for him and her voice echoed through the halls. Soon he came running in

“Yes mother?”

“Nira wants you.” She left us alone for the last time

“Hello Nira, I felt your pain and have waited for you outside. Is there something you wish to tell me?”

“Let’s fight then talk.” She said getting up to grab her sword. ”I need to let some anger out and you are the only one who can handle me.”

“Aye” He laughed as pulled his sword out of its sheath.

“Here, hand me your sword. I need to block it.”

I searched for the energy deep inside me and said. “Geuloth du Knifr.” Dull the knife. I rub my fingers next to the sword’s blades then returned the swords. The energy was immediately drained and I had to wait a few seconds before I could stand up straight again

“One last battle?” He asked when he saw I was ready.

“Aye”

We wait, both of us to stubborn to take charge. Nate must know me too well, because he charge knowing what was to come. I am the best swordsman in the city. No one has been able to beat me. I now if I was to face a rider or and elf I would quickly loose the fight, but for now I lie my power. He jumped towards me and we were off, fighting with all out strength. We were laughing the whole time. We would jump on the bed and didn’t care if we knocked anything over or if anything broke. All we wanted to do was win. Finally, Nate hit me. Pain shot through my arm as it went numb from the blow. With a new energy I Instantly hit back. I hit him four times. One was to the shin, two to the left arm and one to the stomach. I took this advantage and knocked him to the ground and took his sword. I pointed mine to his and gasping for breath, I said,

“Dead!”

“Like always…Nira.” He said trying to breathe and laugh at the same time

When we finally caught our breath, we walked to the window and took a seat.

“I’m going to miss having you around.” He said, replacing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“You know?”

“The whole time” He said sadly.

“Then can you help me?” finally I found some new hope.

Just as easily as my hope came it was taken away.

Yeesh

2006-12-28T18:12:53Z

Today is again an MOC day, and this one's so bad I almost feel like calling troll. I'll let the readers decide. It has two sues for your reading enjoyment.

Title: Era

Perpetrator: blackphoenixfireraven

Sue-ness Level: *attempts to supress gag reflex*

Book or Movie Based: ~~Book? Movie? This author cares not.~~ Apparently, the book.

Summary: "takes place after second book. Era grew up without knowing her real parents. now her foster parents are dead. So Era must go into the world and find hope, family, magic and a strange red stone.MurtaghOC" *gigglesnicker*

Full Name: Era. She has a Sue friend named Yuaza.

Species: Human.

Hair: Era's only description: " a female version of the Murtagh in the movie but skinnier, with a lot longer hair" Yuaza: "brown hair"

Eyes: Yuaza: "brown eyes"

Markings: Yuaza: "tan skin" even though she's never let out of the house unless Era is with her. Maybe her parent's own a tanning salon?

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    Era: "she was found with was blood red gem the size of a chicken egg on a chain of gold"
    ⁃    Era: pride "She could stay with townspeople but it wouldn’t be right. She had to much pride to live like that and worse they would make a girl out of her, making her feel useless and wearing a dress. Era could not deicide which was worse, the dress or uselessness."
    ⁃    Both: horses and tack
    ⁃    Era: dead foster parents and a burnt house
    ⁃    Yuaza: Controlling parents
Special Abilities:

Both: Amazing battle skills. See today's sample for the barf-worthy details.
Yuaza: sorcery/teaching skills "when Era was busy doing boring stuff Yuaza spent her time in her room that was a library of books. Yuaza had taught Era how to read, write and even to speak some of the ancient language. Though no one knew other than Era Yuaza had a talent for magic, she was a sorceress. Yuaza had never told her parents about it because they would fear that she would hurt herself with her power."

Origin: Well, Yuaza's parents loved each other very much... Era is, liek, five times more mysterious though: " Because her parents had no sons she was raised as a boy. Actually her parents had no children, Era herself was adopted. Her parents had found her on the side of the rode sixteen years ago. She never knew her real parents, all she was found with was blood red gem the size of a chicken egg on a chain of gold and a note that read this is Era, raise her well keep her from trouble."

Connections to Canon: None yet.

Notes: Wow. Just wow.

“Era! It’s so good to see you!” Yuaza said as she embraced Era. “ Did you see your home yet?”

Era raised an eyebrow “ How did you know?”

“I scryed them burn your home. Geese Era I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, but now that we have no need to stay here I say its time to leave.”

“ Do you mean it?”

“Yes, now that my parents are dead. I have no reason to stay and we have always longed for adventure.”

“Thank you, Era, Thank you!”

Yuaza immediately started running around her room picking all of her treasured belongings, mostly books. Era stood in the doorway watching her friend pack. When Yuaza finished they went down the stairs across the entryway and walked to Yauza’s stable. From there they picked up Yuaza’s horse and tack. They mounted their horses in front of her house and rode away. At the top of a hill they turned around to have one last look at their former home.

“Good bye Daret! Good bye dumb rules and skirts and uselessness!” Era called down to the town.

“Good bye prison!” Yuaza called too.

After that they rode away. They first rode to the west until they hit the Lake Isenstar. Then they turned south toward Uru’ baen but stopped short and turned east toward Dras-Lenon. This took them three weeks and by this time they had run out of food. Until one day they heard what sounded like an army coming toward them. They quickly got off the road. They hid in the trees waiting until they saw a huge group of soldiers marching around a metal wagon.

“Hey, Yuaza do you know how much food the soldiers must have?” Era whispered eyeing the soldiers with a look of starvation.

“They probably have enough food to feed us for a year!”

“You take the ones on the left, I get the ones on the right.” Era whispered to Yuaza, grabbing her bow and arrows, and her knife. Yuaza just grabbed her knife.

“Now to make them stop” Yuaza said then said something that Era didn’t understand that made the first row of soldiers fall over dead. The rest of the soldiers stopped. Era heard them whisper something about as soon as the rider left they run in to trouble. After a few seconds Era and Yuaza jumped out of the woods and into action.

Era took five down with her arrows, and Yuaza took another five down with a single spell. They soon had to resort to hand fighting. Era took down so many that she lost count, she was lost to the dance of death.

“jump, two three, kick, two, three. Stab, two, three…” she hummed to herself as she fought. She fought until suddenly there was no one to fight she looked up to see Yuaza panting, and grinning from ear to ear.

“We did it Era! We won!” Yuaza panted then stood up straight and mumbled “Note to self, never use specifics when spell casting takes way to much energy.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing just some magic junk.”

“Okay.”

The two girls made there way over to the horse that had a huge pack on it’s back. In side they found a feast. They greedily dug through their goods. When they finished they made their way to the wagon, which was locked. Yuaza unlocked it then they went inside. There they found a whole library full of books on dragons, a gold pin that was shaped like a dragon, only Era could make out the shape Yuaza could just see it was gold, and a red stone

Eh...

2006-12-27T17:24:39Z

I'm tired. Today's sue will hopefully be relatively short and horrible. I saw the following 'disclaimer' and knew this one had to be featured.

"Disclaimer: Of course I'm not Chrstopher Poalini! I'm only a girl who has decided to wreak havoc upon Alagaësia by changing the books...So read on!" Hoo boy.

Title: Adurna's Dragon

Perpetrator: Vixen Hood

Sue-ness Level: No. Just no.

Book or Movie Based: Book

Summary: "Adurna, a young girl from Teirm, has spent most of her life not knowing her mother, only knowing that an evil man that worked for the Empire murdered her. But when Adurna finds a dragon egg, will she be able to avenge her mother's death?"

Full Name: Adurna. Minions - guess what her name means in the Ancient Language and win a cookie!

Species: Half Human/Half Elf

Hair: "a long strand of black hair"

Eyes: "crystal blue eyes"

Markings: None.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    Her own personal...composer? Wtf?"She, herself was very attractive, with pale skin and a tall, lithe composer."
    ⁃    An animal Familiar: a hawk named Evandar - she converses with him because she has mind powaz - apparently, he's "worse than Solembum." She also has a horse named Shadowstar. Poor horse, he gets called an "over sized deer."
    ⁃    A dragon egg which she literally stumbles across while hunting deer. Aw, just like Eragon. "Adurna dug it out of the ground, holding it in her long fingered, and delicate hands. It was magnificent. It was about a foot long, and was white in color with lines of gold spiraling across it." This sounds familiar - I'm pretty sure I've read another Sue story where the dragon egg was white and gold.
    ⁃    A bow and arrows
    ⁃    A job at the local tavern
    ⁃    A grasp of the Ancient Language. Her mommy taught her before she died.
    ⁃    A dragon, which, surprisingly, comes out of the egg she found. "The dragon had glittering white scales, and as it started to lick the membrane of its wings, she saw its wings were gold, as were its spikes and claws." Poor dragon - those wings must be awfully heavy. Later, he gets the name "Vanilor." Switch the 'l' and the 'n' - what do you get? Valinor! Ooooh! Just kidding.
    ⁃    A book called, "Dragon Rider's of Old" Nice.
    ⁃    A blade named Aiedail. More about this in the "Origin" section.

Special Abilities:
    ⁃    Tavern Wench skillz - NO RLY - she got enough tips from her work at the bar to be able to afford Shadowstar, the "over sized deer."
    ⁃    To dream about Eragon and Saphira. NOT IN THAT WAY U SICKOS. GAWD. </CAPS OF DOOM>
    ⁃    To recieve the Gedwey Ignasia and not pass out.
    ⁃    To live in freaking Teirm and have nobody find out about her dragon until Eragon, Brom, and Saphira come along.
    ⁃    Insecurity. So the author tells me. "But as you might have realized, earlier in the chapter, Adurna had been comforted by the thought that the dragon had hatched for her. This shows she is insecure and this is among her weaknesses. " Other weakenesses will be revealed later on. If there's one thing I really don't like, it's this slow revelation of flaws. Some people can do it well, but I've seen few who can.

Origin: I'll let the Sue and Dragon Rider's tell you: " 'One of the most famous of rider’s blades belonged to the Forsworn, Morzan, who was first and last of the Forsworn. He named his sword Zar’roc, or Misery, and it served to it’s propose, causing the end to many riders and dragons alike. There were many other blades as well. One of which belonged to a rider named Faena, the only female and the only elf to be in the Forsworn’s ranks. Her sword was called Aiedail, and her dragon Faun. She to brought just as much destruction to the riders'...That was her mother. And Aiedail was her blade. Adurna’s blade."

Connections to Canon: Sees Eragon and Brom arrive in Teirm. Jeod takes them to her tavern, and she just happens to be the serving wench on duty. Saphira and Eragon find her and her dragon later, because Saphira senses a male dragon's presence. The sue and her dragon refuse to join up with them, and Eragon and Saphira just leave them. After she gets attacked by the Empire, she decides to join up with Brom and his crew.

Notes: This story contains a memorable Sue line, "...her dreams were troubled with shadowy figures and a cold, snake like voice that kept saying, 'Join me or die!' " Her dragon has a gem of his own, though: "Let me finish. I love very much Adurna. If you were a dragon, I’d take you as my mate, but you are not, so I must be content with protecting you from harms way." Wow.

Adurna took a deep breath, then said, Alright, but let us stay here for the night at least, and then we can leave. But I must ask – where will we go?

The Varden? He suggested.

But we don’t know where the Varden are.

True. Surda? They would know where the Varden are.

I don’t know. How would they react to another rider? And how do we know they’ll show us to the Varden? They might kill us on spot, thinking we work for the Empire. She was deep in thought for a few minutes, then, What about the elves? They’re rumored to be in Du Weldenvarden.

Are you insane?! They would kill you and me both! Think about it, Adurna. Remember what you read. They denied your mother sanctuary with them, that’s why she came here. And they would know that you’re her daughter, you look almost exactly like her if your memories are anything to judge by. And we can’t just waltz in there and say, “Hi, I’m a new dragon rider fleeing an evil madman. Oh, by the way, I happen to be the daughter of one of the evil madman’s best servant’s.”

Alright, alright. I see your point. But where else can we go?

Vanilor seemed rather hesitant about what he said next. We could…we could go with that boy Eragon and the other dragon, Saphira. And that man, Brom, they were talking about.

Adurna couldn’t believe her ears. “What?” she said aloud. “But that is a sure way to get us killed!”

What choice do we have?

She sighed. He had a point. “Alright.” She finally agreed. “Evandar can go into Teirm, find them, and tell them to meet us here. It shouldn’t be too hard; I think they’re staying with Jeod.”

Good idea.

“Hey, Vanilor?”

Yes.

“Where is Evandar?”

I’m right here.

Both jumped as the white hawk spoke and they turned around to see him perched on the door, watching through beady eyes.

“Oh, thank god it’s only you,” Adurna breathed, a hand over her heart.

Yeah, said a rather annoyed Vanilor, glaring at the snow white hawk. Were you there the entire time? He growled, glaring at the hawk.

Most of it. Now, I’ll go off to see this Brom.

As Evandar flew off into the night, Adurna could have sworn she heard Vanilor growl, Bloody bird. Can’t ever keep to his own business.

Adurna shook her head. Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.

Alright.

It was a tight fit, but by opening the back door, which for some reason was bigger than the front, she managed to get Vanilor into the kitchen, where once he had lied down, Adurna curled up against his warm side. He smiled down at her before extending a wing over her head and together they fell asleep.

That night, she had a strange dream.

She was in a cell, watching as a silver haired woman glared down at a girl on the floor. The girl looked strangely familiar, her hair was black, but her face was blurry and shrouded by her hair.

The silver-haired woman’s eyes were blood red and in her hand was a long black whip. She sneered, raising the whip. “Last chance to tell me the location of Ellesméra.”

When the girl remained silent, the woman brought down the whip on her bare back, smiling evilly. She bit her lip, refusing to give the woman the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Again and again, she brought the whip down on the girl’s bloody back, and again and again, she was disappointed by not hearing a single sound uttered from her lips.

After what seemed hours, the woman snarled, revealing pointed teeth. Bending down, she whispered into her ear, “You will tell me eventually, half-breed. No matter your parentage and your strength, I will get what I want from you. Even if it takes me years.” And with that, she stood, starting to head for the door, but stopped as she heard a whisper of a word from the girl before she passed out. “Never.”

Adurna woke with a start, panting. She saw the gold sheet above her and wondered whether she had been captured and was in the capital Urû'baen. But it soon dawned on her that it was Vanilor’s wing, extended over her head. She snuggled against his warm scales and fell asleep again, only to be troubled by yet another dream.

It was dark, black everywhere. A man with jet black hair stood before her. He looked to be only in his thirties and had pale skin. He stood in front of her, cold pale blue eyes searching her face. He smiled a smile that made Adurna want to shiver. It was an evil gesture, something you only see in people who are crazy.

“You will do just fine.” His voice was like a hiss, and she immediately recognized it from her dream the other night.

“Wha – what?” was all she could manage to choke out.

His features contorted into a sneer. “You seem to be ignorant of your past. Faena was always a fool. She betrayed me, your mother. To save you, apparently. Be grateful. I decided I didn’t want you dead. And it’s a good thing to. A dragon. Ha! And I thought there was only one outside my control.”

He started to walk toward her. “Stay away from me!” she screamed.

“Oh, why should I? You are under my rule; through me you have stayed alive even though you probably should have been killed. You as good as belong to me.”

Adurna tried to turn and run, but found that she couldn’t, her legs seemed to be locked in place as the man paced closer. He laughed, the cold sound reverberating through her head.

“You cannot escape me. No one can!”

His voice had taken on an insane note; one that she knew could belong to only one person. “Galbatorix.”

Galbatorix laughed again, shaking with mirth. “Oh yes, you are a quick one, aren’t you? Not slow at all. That is good. You are learning. But not enough. You still haven’t realized, have you? Who your father is?”

She shook her head, not comprehending. “What do you mean? What are you talking about? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” she screamed at him, still trying to move her legs, desperately trying to run.

“Oh, I’m afraid that won’t help you. You cannot run from me. You will find out soon enough.”

He had reached her, looking down at her with those unnaturally pale eyes. He smiled again; a cold calculating smiled that made it seem as if he was trying to anticipate her next move. His eyes bored into her own, as if he was trying to see into her soul. Something tugged at her consciousness, pulling her away. And then everything was light again.

Third Owed Sue - MOC day comes to a close

2006-12-26T17:25:49Z

Title: Emerald Concerto

Perpetrator: GideonNoir

Sue-ness Level: Meh...it's bad. Of course, anything after the previous sue seems tame.

Book or Movie Based: Book

Summary: "Set after Eldest. Galbatorix sends Murtagh to find the next rider, a seemingly impossible mission. What will happen he finds her?"

Full Name: Alexander. This is a Sue with a masculine-gendered name.

Species: Human

Hair: "her warm chestnut hair fell in soft waves around her face and hung to her shoulder blades."

Eyes: "The warm light found sharp, mint-green eyes that gazed out from a pale face with proud, elegant eyebrows." also, "The girl’s keen eyes never stopped moving, catching every detail of the forest around her"

Markings: None.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    A mandolin: "It was teardrop-shaped mandolin, dyed a deep, dark red." From the author's note: "Alexander’s mandolin’s shape is called an A-model, and they generally have a sweeter, softer sound than the more common F mandolins."
    ⁃    "her lean body to rid her muscles of the night’s stiffness. The ever-shifting morning light played along her body, revealing her features. Her flat chest and narrow hips gave her a boyish look, despite her thin waist."
    ⁃    Murtagh's interest - not clear if they will fall in love yet, but I'm guessing they will.
    ⁃    "she buckled on her narrow belt that held her long knife in a simple sheath"
    ⁃    A stalker. NO RLY. His name is Mendhem, and she kicks his ass with her powaz.

Special Abilities:
    ⁃    Musik skillz: "You’re that famous musician from Galbatorix’s court, Alexander… the youngest Royal Musician and the best bassist and mandolinist in Alagaesia...She had been made a Royal Musician at the age of fourteen, a huge honour for a musician of any age. The Royal Musicians were chosen by Galbatorix himself to play at his court after intense competitions. Alexander remembered the competitions. That had been the That one so young as Alexander had been chosen sent waves of disbelief through the realm, and she’d had to prove herself repeatedly to the other musicians. As a result, she was now one of the lead musicians of the court." And of course, Galbatorix just lets her go where she pleases, right?
    ⁃    To touch other minds - specifically Murtagh's
    ⁃    To be a possible Rider candidate for the third dragon egg
    ⁃    "he couldn’t pull the knife out, not one-handed. The blade had buried almost two-thirds its length into the tree. That Alexander had thrown the knife so powerfully with such precision with not even a heartbeat’s space of time to aim was a very disquieting thought."

Origin: Her parents were merchants, and they of course were mean to her when what she did wasn't best for business. This included arranging a marriage between her and Mendhem. They were killed by bandits.

Connections to Canon: Was Galbatorix's Royal Musician. Murtagh found her during his search for the third Rider.

Notes: This writer's prose could rival Paolini's for its purple-ness.

The soft rosy light of dawn kissed the treetops of the forest around the lake Fläm and awoke a small sleeping figure on the ground. The dappled morning light revealed a young woman not more than eighteen years old. As she sat up, her warm chestnut hair fell in soft waves around her face and hung to her shoulder blades. The warm light found sharp, mint-green eyes that gazed out from a pale face with proud, elegant eyebrows.

She stretched her lean body to rid her muscles of the night’s stiffness. The ever-shifting morning light played along her body, revealing her features. Her flat chest and narrow hips gave her a boyish look, despite her thin waist.

The girl’s keen eyes never stopped moving, catching every detail of the forest around her. After her wiry muscles were loosened and warm, she folded her blanket and stuffed it into her pack, which she slung onto her back. Then, she buckled on her narrow belt that held her long knife in a simple sheath. Finally, she bent to pick up her beloved mandolin in its case and put carefully slipped it onto her back next to her pack.

Should I head back to town today? A slight frown crossed her face, as she knew the answer and did not like it. I should, but I don’t feel like it yet.

Her mind returned to three days earlier in her town as she began walking.

“Alexander,” said a smooth voice from behind.

Alexander whipped around. Standing there was a tall, lanky young man with black hair and grey eyes.

“Hello, Mendhem.”

“Why so cold, Alex?” He took a step closer, a hungry light in his eyes.

“Get away from me, Mendhem.”

“This is how you treat the man who cares so much for you? Who would have you as his wife? Have you no heart?”

“Yes. You, however, do have one, and if you don’t piss off, I will rip it out.”

“An exaggerated look of hurt filled Mendhem’s face. “You wouldn’t…Oh, Alexander, when will you give in?” He stepped even closer and reached for her hand.

Alexander grabbed his wrist. In a single fluid movement, she twisted his arm behind his back and slammed him into a wall.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed into his ear.

“Or what?” Mendhem asked through clenched teeth. “You’ll kill me?”

Alexander pressed his arm into his back harder, causing him to draw a sharp breath. “Yes.”

She released him suddenly and turned, walking away; she didn’t care what Mendhem did now. A stranger stood partially hidden around the corner of the building. His face seemed familiar… but Alexander couldn’t put her finger on why. He watched her walk by, and she glared back. Had he seen the whole thing?

Alexander shook her head after she rounded another corner. No matter; he was of no concern at the moment. All Alexander wanted was to get out of there. She needed a break. She walked quickly to her home and gathered a few necessities, including her prized mandolin. Then she simply walked out of town.

That brought Alexander back to the present, in the richly coloured and shadowed forest. The forest seemed to have a calming power over her. Sometimes she felt that without it, she would have certainly killed someone, probably Mendhem, long ago.

Alexander headed towards where she knew a small, pure brook ran. She knew the forest like she knew the back of her hand. Every tree and stone was a familiar friend.

This familiarity came from countless forest visits over the years. Alexander’s first visit was the result of a row with her parents when she was six years old. Two days later, the townspeople found her sitting in the crook of a giant oak’s roots, chatting to a fox while stroking its russet fur. The townspeople called her a demon child for weeks, and some never lost their suspicions. After that, the forest became Alexander’s refuge from frustrations, and its inhabitants became her closest friends.

Alexander reached the brook and knelt beside the clear, chuckling waters. Slipping off her pack and mandolin, she dipped her hands into the icy water and cupped them. She brought her hands to her lips and drank deeply, feeling the cold trickle down her throat and thread its way through her body.

Something rustled in the undergrowth. Alexander froze. The noise came from behind her. Calmly, she relaxed her muscles to look unaware and analyzed the rustling. It’s too big to be a fox, and it doesn’t sound like a deer. It sounds like no animal from these woods I know of, although we are on the foothills of the Spine… Strange things happen in the Spine…

Unable to recognise the creature, Alexander reached out for it with her mind, as she would with the animals of the forest. She almost gasped as she met a thick barrier. Whatever it was, it was definitely not something she was familiar with. A chill ran down Alexander’s spine as the rustling stopped.

A shadow moved beside Alexander on the ground, and she made her move. She drew her knife and spun with lightning speed, slashing at the stalker behind her.

The world blurred. Alexander had a brief moment to realize that her feet were no longer underneath her before her back slammed into the ground, driving the air out of her lungs, followed by her head. The weight of her attacker’s body pressed her to the ground, and his hands held her wrists firmly down. Helpless.

Second Owed Sue - MOC day continues

2006-12-26T16:41:24Z

I found a doozy for the second one. Sharpen your sporks, my minions.

Title: Two Hearts into One

Perpetrator: PiNaYsKaTeGuRl

Sue-ness Level: *whimper*

Book or Movie Based: Movie

Summary: "Eragon finds his old childhood friend again...soon, she and Murtagh start to fall in love with each other. What obstacles stand in their way from being together? MurtaghxOC. Seventh Chapter up! Please read and review!"

Full Name: Aya

Species: Human

Hair: "She had black hair at medium length which was tied halfway and swung whenever she walked."

Eyes: "Her brown eyes showed a lot of determination and lonliness."

Markings: None yet.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    A bow and arrows
    ⁃    Eragon's frienship
    ⁃    ~~Murtagh's~~ Garret Hedlund's lust
    ⁃    CAPSLOCK OF DOOM

Special Abilities:
    ⁃    To apparently be horrible at aiming bow and still make a living off hunting
    ⁃    To make Eragon a Pod Person
    ⁃    To make the Ra'Zac OOC (as in completely harmless and dim-witted) Yes, the Ra'Zac are OOC.

Origin: She knew Eragon when they were both children.

Connections to Canon: She runs into Eragon and Murtagh, who are on their way to the Varden, as she flees the Ra'Zac (Arya and Saphira are conveniently absent). She shoots Murtagh in both arms, mistaking him for a deer. Miraculously, he can still fight and kill the Ra'Zac, with her help, of course.

Notes: The sheer WTF-ness and blatant disregard for canon in this story astound me. I have the urge to yell, "OUT, OUT, DEMONS OF STUPIDITY!" at my computer.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU BASTARDS!!!!"

This voice belonged to a 16 year old girl named Aya. She ran through the forest with such speed that her capturers couldn't catch her. She knew the forest pretty well for she hunted in it in her spare time. She looked up and the sun was high in the clear blue sky.

Damn...I didn't know that the King wanted me so badly. Well...it's what I get for bad-mouthing him off in front of his dimwits.

She looked back and saw some of the Ra'zac still running after her. She smiled and continued running till she reached the biggest tree in the forest. She jumped up and caught a vine while the Ra'zac just ran past by.

"Ha...they are dimwits after all."

She hung there for a while till her stomach growled. She held her stomach and climbed her way down. When she reached the forest floor, she grabbed her bow and an arrow and started to walk quietly through the floor. She heard a small crack of a branch and she stopped. She had her bow and arrow ready and slowly walked towards the sound.

"I'll get that dumb deer if it's the last thing I do!"

She shot the arrow and heard it hit something.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! WHO SHOT THIS DAMN ARROW!?!?!?"

"Oops."

She ran out of the edge of the forest to see two boys. A black haired boy on the ground and a blonde still on his horse.

Wait a minute...that boy on the horse looks so familiar. Where have I seen him before?'

"I'm so sorry!! Did I hit anyone?"

"YES YOU DID!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS FOR?!?" shouted the boy on the floor who was holding the arrow.

"Heh...don't worry...it was just a scratch..right Murtagh?"

The boy, Murtagh, now sat up with an angry look on his face.

"Just a scratch? That arrow pierced my skin and was stuck to my arm. You call that a scratch?!?!?!"

Aya looked at the bleeding arm and looked down.

"I'm sorry...it was an accident."

"Wait a minute...girl or whatever you name is, look up."

Aya looked up to the blonde with a sad expression on her face.

"I know you... Aya?"

"Hold up...Eragon? Is that you?"

Eragon got off his horse and ran towards Aya with his arms open wide. Aya hugged him and they both laughed. Murtagh got up and walked towards them.

"You know her?"

"Yeah..this is my old childhood friend, Aya." He turned to Murtagh and said, "And this is Murtagh. Now you two...make up and be friends."

Aya and Murtagh just looked at each other which death in their eyes. Aya turned around and walked towards the forest.

"Aya..where you going. We just met and now you're leaving?"

"Well..duh. Mr. Grouchie Pants is giving me attitude so...bye!"

She disappered into the forest leaving Eragon and Murtagh standing there. Murtagh then walked towards his horse and when he tried to get on, his right arm throbbed in pain.

"Gahh!! Stupid arrow...dumb girl..."

"We should ask her if she has medicine in her home you know."

"No"

"We should. You're being stubborn."

"No...and yes, I'm being stubborn again."

"It was just an accident you know. She can be very clumsy at times. Just give her a chance...you'll soon grow to like her"

"Fine...but only just for medicine and that's it!"

They got onto their horses and galloped into the forest. They were ridding for only a couple of minutes till Murtagh was shot again. Only this time, it was on his left arm.

"AHHHHHHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL!"

"Oops...sorry! I mistakened you for a deer again." Aya said as she emerged from a bush.

"Why you-"

"Aya...do you happen to have some medicine for him? He really is in need for some."

"I think I have some for Mr. Grumpy Pants. Just follow me." she said with a smile.

She walked and they followed. As Aya walked, Murtagh just stared at her. She had black hair at medium length which was tied halfway and swung whenever she walked. Her brown eyes showed a lot of determination and lonliness. Eragon noticed how Murtagh was looking at Aya and just smiled. He was always liked this whenever it came to pretty girls.

" Here we are...my home."

She pulled some leaves to reveil a small cottage in the middle of the forest. Smoke was coming of the chimmny and it rose up to the blue sky overhead. Aya walked towards the door only to see her house in a mess.

"What the heck?"

Murtagh got off his horse and pushed Aya away from the door. A Ra'zac charged towards the place where Aya was just standing and many came out as well. Murtagh grabbed Aya and they ran to his horse with lightning speed.

"There...Eragon..lead her to safety."

"But what about you?"

"I'll catch up with you guys later. Now go!"

Eragon and Aya galloped away leaving Murtagh to fend off the Ra'zac. As Eragon rode beside Aya, he noticed that she was shuddering.

"Aya...don't worry. He'll be fine. Like he said, he'll catch up to us later."

" I know...but I'm worried. Those guys are after me and I don't think he'll be ok. I want to go back and help him.!"

"Aya...you've got to be crazy. Those are the Ra'zac you're talking about! You're only rushing to your death if you want to go back!"

"Then fine..but I have to help him!"

She jumped from her horse and ran back to her cottage. She saw Murtagh still fending off some of the Ra'zac. She saw one behind him and shot her arrow. Murtagh saw her arrow and ducked so that the Ra'zac behind him got hit. She smiled as he gave her a wierd look which she found cute. Then he saw one approaching behind her.

"Watch out!"

She grabbed her sword and stabbed right behind her without looking. She pulled it out and beheaded it right on the spot. She looked around and slaughtered most of the Ra'zac. Eragon rode in and saw that most of the Ra'zac were slained by Aya and Murtagh.

Speshul!Update

2006-12-26T15:57:38Z

I came back from Christmas, and behold, my ~~minions~~ friends were ~~flirting~~ having a grand old time in the comments. Excellent work, guys. ~~Now go make babies~~, I mean, listen to what I've got to say.

Today is a very special day - I owe you gus three sues - one for every day I missed. And guess what? Today is a MOC day! Are you ready for the onslaught?

Sue #1: Danielle!

Title: Blazing Heart This one is complete, and there's a sequel.

Perpetrator: -xoxo LoveMeForMe xoxo-

Sue-ness Level: Aghhhh...It burns us, precious, it burns.

Book or Movie Based: Book

Summary: "Her life changed the moment she was given a silver polished stone, before she knew what was going on, she found herself tied with evil darker than she could have ever imagined. R&R please! MURTAGHOC and I am proud to say, COMPLETE!"

Full Name: Danielle Serena Rashi

Species: Human

Hair: "Danielle had long red hair that hanged till her thighs"

Eyes: "She had a pair of hard and cold brown eyes. It literally wants to make you freeze up the second you look into it. There was something weird about her eyes, it would flash red every time she gets angry, sad or frustrated. It was like some kind of mood detector."

Markings: A Gedwey Ignasia by the fourth chapter.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions:
    ⁃    A random sword.
    ⁃    A silver dragon, which she names, "Kahiro."
    ⁃    "Danielle was tall and lean. She had a great body with great curves, courtesy to the days she spent in the gym working out. She was unusually pale and incredibly beautiful. She was pretty strong and fast, again thanks to the time she spent working out."

Special Abilities: "Her dexterity had increased thanks to the amount of archery she did. Her strength and agility also increased a great deal for living this kind of life. The only thing that didn’t change was her appearance. She still looked the same. Even though she could feel the strength flowing in her veins, she didn’t seem to grow any muscles of any kind. It was all together quite unnerving."

Origin: Her parents died when she was little. She lives in New York illegaly - as in alone -she's sixteen, but has an ID that says she's nineteen. She works in a bar.

Connections to Canon: None yet (this is by the fifth or sixth chapter), but something tells me Murtagh will have the hots for her. *eyeroll*

Notes: English is not the author's first language, I think. She has quite the angsty profile, too. Oy, this story, though - if you can read the whole thing you're braver than I. I've gotten to the fifth chapter, and while there are 'anvil-sized hints' that this is Alagaesia, this could just as well be a very bad original fic.

Almost two months had passed since Danielle and her dragon appeared in this strange land. The dragon grew really fast. It was now as tall as Danielle and as long as a house (a bungalow house). It’s scales are now like silver plates with a golden line through each of them. It really was magnificent.

It’s talons grew long and sharp, as dangerous as any sword. The spikes on the back of her spike grew tall and sharp too. So did her teeth. It ate a lot too.

Everyday, Danielle would let the dragon roam by itself, letting it hunt whatever it wanted. While Danielle would hunt by herself. They made a small hut somewhere in the woods. Danielle fashioned herself a bow and a few arrows. So while the dragon is feasting on its prey. Danielle would roast a rabbit of two to eat.

When the night came, Danielle would talk to the dragon while sitting in the hollow place between the dragons shoulder blades. Then like that, they would fall asleep.

Danielle slowly grew accustom to the living-in-the-wild thing. Her dexterity had increased thanks to the amount of archery she did. Her strength and agility also increased a great deal for living this kind of life. The only thing that didn’t change was her appearance. She still looked the same. Even though she could feel the strength flowing in her veins, she didn’t seem to grow any muscles of any kind. It was all together quite unnerving.

Danielle seemed to be more beautiful than before. Her red hair grew longer and shinier. She grew fairer and taller. The thing she found weird was that her eyes weren’t brown anymore, but a little orangy brown. As if someone mixed red with it. And her ears grew a little pointed at the end. It was as if when she stepped into another world, she turned into a thing almost like an elf! Of course that wasn’t logical, but hey, she lives with a dragon. Anything could come true.

Danielle was on the way back from her daily hunting she was unlucky, she didn’t manage to catch anything. Guess she would have to have some of the dragon’s share. When she got back into the area where she lived. The saw the dragon sitting sadly near the hut. Her first thought was that it got hurt, and she ran towards it.

“Are you alright?” She asked it.

Danielle. Said a voice in her head. She was shocked, but she managed to choke out.

“Dr..Dragon?”

Danielle. Again it said. She blinked in surprise. She didn’t know dragons could talk! She was delighted. Delighted more than scared at least. Now she has some one she could talk to.

Christmas Eve Eve Eve!

2006-12-23T18:41:32Z

I'm giving y'all a link today in keeping with the Christmas Spirit (tm): Christmas Carols for the Disturbed!

Oh yeah, and there's a Sue for today as well.

Title: Things We Go Through

Perpetrator: rorykins

Sue-ness Level: Okay. Sometimes she's pretty annoying, and other times I find myself enjoying the fic. It's the first one I've managed to get all the way through.

Summary: "Aishlinn's parents were killed in an Urgal attacked, and ended up in Carvahall. Becoming friends with Eragon, what will happen when something happens that could either make their friendship stronger or break it. Chap 3 up!" Here we go again...

Full Name: Aishlinn

Species: Human

Hair: "Aish's long, tangled hair had been pulled back into a pony tail, with a leather strap holding it up"

Eyes: Not described.

Markings: None.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: A bow and arrows. The ability to "spar", which was gained though "sparing lessons".

Origin: Her parents were traders. Their caravan was attacked by Urgals when Aishlinn was nine, and her parents died. She managed to escape and ended up at Brom's house.

Connections to Canon: Brom raised her. Eragon is good friends with her. No signs of romance yet, praise the Lord.

Notes: This is another 'book and movie based' story. However, this author seems to have found a good balance between the two sources, unlike our last Sue - she's good at playing by many of the rules. She says she wants to improve her writing, which is always a good sign.

The voices from before had returned, but this time she could tell who they were, or at least who she thought they were. Eragon seemed to be calling her name, along with Brom. She couldn't tell who any of the others were, but Brom and Eragon needed her, that's all that mattered. Aish fought out against the darkness, willing herself to wake up from the nightmare she had been locked in.

"Brom!" she cried desperately, "Eragon!"

She lashed out wildly at the invisible ties that held her in the surrounding darkness, but nothing was helping. A harsh laugh broke through the darkness, causing Aish to stop struggling slightly. The laughing continued, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

"You can't save them!" the harsh voice whispered from right beside her. Aish whirled around frightened, seeing nothing in the darkness around her, "They will die," the voice said again, this time from behind her. When she turned though, a tall man with fiery red hair stood behind her. He had strange markings on his face, and when he smiled, Aish saw teeth filled to a point. His eye's were the dark demonic color of maroon, giving him an overall frightening appearance.

"Who are you?" Aish asked, backing away slowly, though in the darkness it didn't seem as if she was getting very far.

The man, if that's what he was, smirked as he walked towards Aish, "I, my dear Aishlinn, am Durza, Shade, and Head Authority of the King Galbatorix's army."

Aish stopped short. A Shade. Here. A Shade was here, in her mind, a place that only she was supposed to be able to enter. Durza could find anything he wanted to about Eragon and his dragon right now at this very moment, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

"Don't worry young one," Durza said with a twisted smile, "I don't want anything from you, not yet at least. I only came to warn you, if the rider does not join the King, he and everyone who follows him will die. Be sure to pass that on to our newest rider."

With a last smirk, he started to fade away, the darkness soon following. Eragon's voice became stronger as she left the darkness, and the Shade behind her.

Bleh...

2006-12-22T17:32:59Z

I was greatly amusing by the ninja!romance picture someone posted yesterday, so I set out for the Pit in search of a very amusing sue for y'all. Sadly, my five second attention span and a lack of good Sues on the first page prevented me from finding anything too spectacular. Sorry.

But guess what I did find! A "sue-falls-into- ~~Middle Earth~~ - Alagaesia" story!

ETA: Realized that i didn't set up links to the story and author. Fixed now! Also, does anyone else find it really amusing when the mouse hovers over your own userpic and a box comes up saying, "this is you,"?

Title: Eragon's Lover ZOMG for-shadow-ing!!1!

Perpetrator: quinthefikoso

Sue-ness Level: Meh...it's bad, but not terribly exciting yet. It brings out my inner snark.

Summary: "There is a new girl in Alagaesia that wasn't there before. She finds Eragon and she needs his help. This takes place in the middle of Eragon the book. movie&book based." Let me repeat: movie and book based. Famous last words.

Full Name: Rowan

Species: Human

Hair: "Rowan tied her light blond hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way."

Eyes: "Her crystal blue eye searched her room quickly" Apparently, she is a cyclops.

Markings: None. Yet.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: Many books: "A Great and Terrible Beauty, The Thief, Song of the Lioness Quartet" Her collection also includes a, "well-worn copy of Eragon" Big Surprise

Origin: Our world. She gets sucked into Alagaesia through her copy of Eragon after wishing she could be there.

Connections to Canon: Brom and Eragon almost run her over as they gallop around Alagaesia. Eragon sees her, immediately becomes OOC, and stops to chat with her, even though they were fleeing the Ra'Zac. Saphira can tell that she is from a foreign world, but tells Eragon that the sue is ok. So of course, she gets to accompany them.

Notes: Milder sue than yesterday, I think. Reader poll: do you want a good mix of ok sues and realy toxic sues, or are you all masochistic and in it for the pure badfic?

As the riders advanced toward her, Rowan could hear some of what was being said. The older one said “Look Eragon, you can’t use magic whenever you want…” Rowan couldn’t believe her ears. Had he just said Eragon?

Rowan took a deep breath, Brom and Eragon were still charging toward her with no thought of her standing there. They were mere feet away she’d never get out of the way in enough time.

She needed to do something or else she would get trampled. She threw herself to the side just out of the way of the horses. The two raced by only to slow down a few yards away. Eragon had turned his horse around first and was trotting back toward to where Rowan lay.

When he reached her, he jumped off his horse and ran up to her. “Are you okay?” He knelt down beside her looking at her with concern laced in his deep blue gray eyes.

“Umm…” she stuttered. “I think so.” She started to get up. Eragon scrambled to take her hand and pulled her up.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there I should have been concentrating on my riding.” He glared at Brom. “I shouldn’t have been preoccupied by a useless argument.”

Brom smiled weakly. “Are you hurt?” he questioned. Rowan shook her head. “Good well then we should be on our way. Eragon come on.”

Eragon was still looking at Rowan intently. “Calm down Brom we can spare a few moments. Hello my name’s Eragon, and that is Brom.”

Brom rolled his eyes. “You know who will be wondering why we stopped,” Brom’s voice held a hint of annoyance, and frustration.

“She will understand. We nearly ran this poor girl over just calm down it will be okay.” Eragon turned back to Rowan. “What is your name?”

Rowan was in awe of the male in front of her. He was the one fictional character she liked above all. Now she was meeting him in person. Energy rushed through her whole body. He wanted to know her name. “My name is Rowan,” she said.

“Rowan.” He smiled, “I like that name. Where are you going Rowan?” he asked kindly.

“Eragon we need to go soon,” Brom stressed. He was still on Snowfire looking down on Rowan and Eragon.

Rowan hesitated, she knew she was in Alagaesia but she didn’t know where in Alagaesia she was. “I don’t know. I am kind of lost,” she said unsurely.

Brom was frowning so deeply that Rowan could almost hear his thoughts of let’s leave her and get going. But Eragon on the other hand looked friendly and helpful. He looked at Brom saying, “She can come with us.”

Brom shook his head, “No Eragon we don’t need to be picking up random women that are wondering around on their own.”

“Brom she looks like she isn’t from around here, we could leave her at the next town we come across.” They talked like she couldn’t hear the words they exchanged.

“Exactly, clearly she isn’t from around here and we need to get going. Saphira can only wait so long,” Brom urged.

Suddenly Eragon’s voice flooded into Rowan’s mind, Saphira, he said, Can you hear me?

Another’s voice filled her head. Yes I can. What is going on down there? Who is that girl with you? The feminine voice asked.

Her name is Rowan and I think she needs our help. Would it be okay if she traveled with us? Eragon’s voice answered.

You must help her Eragon. She isn’t from around here. Help her, she is not bad she is good. You must help her tell Brom this also tell him that she needs more help than you do. Saphira’s voice flooded Rowan’s mind again. They were going to help her.

Hooo Boy...

2006-12-21T18:59:20Z

Today is MOC (pronounced: mawk) day - otherwise known as Murtagh/OC day. It will be held on a weekly basis, ocurring whenever I feel like it.

Our second MOC is...just wow.

Title: A Stealthy Romance This title made me think of hilarious fake ninja romances. teeheehee.

Perpetrator: h.I.stealth smells like a self-insert already

Sue-ness Level: This is really up to the readers - I'm too busy laughing and crying at the same time to rate it. *snickertear*

Summary: "Arianna has always been a rogue, ambushing travelers on a beaten path. It's all changed when she happens to ambush Eragon and Murtagh with the awesome Saphira. She's taken on the journey of her life, full of tears, love and tragedy."

Full Name: Arianna Have I mentioned how much I hate sues with no last names? Then again, no one in Eragon canon seems to have a last name. Bugger.

Species: Human

Hair: "a long river of blonde hair streamed out behind her like a golden banner, announcing her presence." It changes color a few sentences later and becomes, "amber locks."

Eyes: "brilliant hazel eyes"

Markings: "Her crimson lips against snow-white skin. When she was a little kid with her brother, Seth, the village children ahd always taunted her about how white it was. Now she was proud of it."

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: Lots of shiny, sharp knives. A bra. Leather clothing and a wool mask: "She had slipped into her comfortable leather and was now checkign her harnesses and sheaths for all of her blades. Most of them had been taken, by Murtagh undoubtly, but the cleverly hidden ones were still there. Like the one hidden in her bra." *eyeroll* She also has speshul titles: "The Grove Reaper" and "Shadowstalker". Bwahaha!

Origin: "She was born a thief, is living as a thief and will die a thief." The end. I think sues reproduce asexually - just split and divide or something. This sentence is one of the worst tense changes I've seen in a long time.

Connections to Canon: OOC!movie!hawt!Murtagh lusts after her. Saphira befriends her - seems to almost prefer her over Eragon. *headesk* movie!Eragon...is stupid - he seems to be some sort of foil for the sue, making her look extra smart. Eragon and Murtagh take off her clothes whe she starts to overheat as he result of wearing leather and wool in what is apparently summer. She slaps them when she wakes up, then goes off and bathes in the forest where perverted!Murtagh watches her. Stupid sue.

Notes: This is the author's first fanfic. Beware the purple prose. That is all.

The voices came closer and she could tell there were two males. One was deep and controlled, emotional and suspicious. The other was the husky, lighter voice of a farm-boy. The clop of horse hooves told her that one was a fair, noble beast whilst the other was rather heavier footed but sure of their abilities and could probably outrun whatever they wanted, if they wanted to.

It didn't take long for the men to come into view. Arianna tensed up, readying her legs to spring upon the back on the horse and get one in a nice headlock, knife at throat.

Perfect timing. Arianna flew from her post with only the sound of a branch moving. But that was all. She landed on the back on the bigger man with a grunt. Her knife crept up into her hand from an arm sheath. The white blade touched pale skin.

She could tell this man was used to being grabbed form the back. He was relaxed but ready for any movement. His dark clothes were her kind of style. The horse had no clue what was happening but wasn't thrashing like most peoples' horses had done. It stood straight and tall, like a proud oak.

"Eragon..." The man hissed. The farm-boy who had been carrying on with his conversation about a man named 'Brom' turned around and growled.

"Let Murtagh go, stranger." He hissed, drawing a red blade from a sheath at his waist. Arianna looked surprised for a moment. Obviously they hadn't heard of her, the notorious Grove Reaper. The Shadowstalker.

"Valuables first." Arianna stated plainly, pushing the man known as Murtagh's head into her blade. He winced so slightly.

"Now!" Eragon shouted. Arianna tilted her head and felt a whirl of wind behind her, picking up strands of blonde hair from their place. She turned to see a magnificent, sapphire-colored dragon swooping down out of the azure sky. Parchment-thin wings tossed leaves all around her.

Arianna's blade faltered. She dropped it for a second in complete amazement. All her life she has dreamed of dragons, serpentine flying figures with the magic of flame.

But a second was all Murtagh needed. He drew his dagger and pointed it at Arianna's throat. She slowly turned her head from the dragon to gaze into Murtagh's deep, brown eyes.

"I hate you..." She said slowly. The man grinned and beckoned to the farm-boy to help him. He got off of his horse, knife still at Arianna's throat.

"Lots of people hate me. You won't be the only one. Tie them up nice and tight Eragon. You know me, I hate being ambushed." The man laughed. Eragon complied gladly, starting in on this 'Brom' guy. Ropes squeezed her hands tightly.

Mentally, Arianna was cursing herself for being caught. For being caught by two boys her age. She was the rogue of the forest; she had overcome full-grown men. She had killed warriors. It was all because of that damned dragon!

Don't blame me. A voice said in her head. It was a sweet voice, the kind her mom had had.

Who said that? Arianna asked, panicked.

Me. The dragon. Saphira. I'm sorry you're tied up but leaping on Murtagh's back is sure to get you in trouble. A trilling voice entered her head and Arianna soon found that the dragon was laughing.

Just... tell them to let me go. Arianna grumbled.

I did. Eragon would truly like to but... he has little love for rogues. You're stuck with them.

"Did you hear me?" Murtagh growled, snarling in her face. Arianna shuddered. She hated this man. His dark hair often moved into his eyes and he did nothing to move it back. His eyes were icy and brown, unlike the other man's eyes which made her think of Seth.

eragonsues @ 2006-12-20T08:17:00

2006-12-20T16:17:52Z

Well, I never expected so many friends after being plugged by pottersues , but I suppose she's just magic. Thanks to all of you for friending me, and I'll try my best to make this journal enjoyable.

I've found y'all a very speshul sue for today - Rune, self insert!sue extraordinaire that reeks of pepper jack cheese.

Title: Daughter of Earth and Sky - "abbreviated" DoEaS

Perpetrator: KittenofShadows eurghh...

Sue-ness Level: Toxic, toxic, toxic.

Summary: "Rune, daughter of an elf and a rider, has always remained hidden in her castle, untouched by sorrows. But after fleeing to the Varden, she realizes that maybe the world isn't so perfect. Takes place after Eldest." After reading this, I thought, "Well, at least she's read the books." That knowledge only made it harder for me to read this story, I only got to the second chapter.

Full Name: Rune.

Species: Half Human/Half Elf

Hair: "A breeze blew her auburn tresses away from her face" I pictured long chunks of hair floating away on the breeze here.

Eyes: "Her wide, green eyes glittered with curiosity about everything", "Rune’s eyes were sad. They didn’t glitter"

Markings: None, yet, but from the sounds of it, she will become the third dragon rider - thus meriting her a Gedwey Ignasia.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: "Ilian, her cat, snoozed on the made bed behind her. The tortoiseshell tabby stretched, opening her mouth in a wide, sleepy yawn" Ilian = "happiness" in the Ancient Language. Apparently, Galbatorix's third dragon egg is hers. she's named the baby dragon inside, "Slate." Poor dragon.

Origin: I'll let the author tell you how it all happened: "Once there was a young Rider, long ago. One day, he met an elf maiden, an ambassador from the elf queen—her youngest sister. He took one look at her in all her beauty, and knew that one day she would be his,” Murtagh took a deep breath and continued, “Her name was Lycona. That Rider grew up to be Galbatorix. Lycona was all but forgotten. Then, about fifteen years ago, the Ra’zac found a spy lurking around Galbatorix’s castle. When they brought the spy to him, who was it but Lycona, the beautiful elf who had rejected him years before. Instead of executing her, he kept her in his castle. Lycona hated him. She loathed him with all her heart. When she found out she was with child, she fell into deep despair. When you were born, she tried to send you away, to her sister, the elf queen Islanzadi. But Galbatorix caught her, and made sure she would never attempt such again, for he knew her real name and could bind her to his doing. Next, she tried to send you to Brom. Once again, she failed. She died of a broken heart."

Connections to Canon: She's the daughter of Galbatorix and an elf!sue. Murtagh is in love with her (she cries into his tunic in the second chapter). She lusts after book!Eragon.

Notes: On the author's profile, she describes herself in purplish prose: "I'm not interested in stalkers, so I think I'm fairly safe describing myself. I've got dark hair and green eyes with long lashes. My eyes have grey rims around the irises, which in the middle ages supposedly showed you had second sight. Unforunately this has yet to do me any good. I'm pretty enough, but not in an obvious way. You've gotta look at me a while to notice it. I've sort of got an elfish look (minus the pointed ears, unfortunately), with a solemn face and paleish skin that doesn't burn but takes forever to tan. Kinda vampiry...And short. Definately short." And laughable. Definately laughable.

This is the first of four stories, all of which describe the adventures of our wayward sue. I'm afraid this author is too far gone for anything to do much good.

“Well, that’s really not my fault,” she pouted. Almost instantly her face brightened again. “Murtagh, tell me about your fight with Eragon again,” she giggled like a little girl, “That one made father so desperately mad.”

Murtagh watched her face closely. “Now why do you want to know about Eragon?”

She rolled over, a mask of thoughtfulness over her pretty features. “I’ve heard he’s dreadfully handsome.”

Murtagh frowned. “You aren’t allowed out of the palace, my dove. Where would you have heard that?”

She bit her lip. “My chambermaid. She stole his poster from the board in town and gave it to me. Please don’t tell Galbatorix, Murtagh. You’ll get her in dreadful trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “Maids are known gossipers.”

She cocked her head like a dog. “If maids are gossipers, then why doesn’t the whole kingdom know about me?”

Murtagh closed his eyes. Because if word gets out that Galbatorix had a child with an elf captive, every maid, page, and soldier in this castle will be killed. But he couldn’t say that. He smiled brightly at her. She was so innocent. Her wide, green eyes glittered with curiosity about everything. Although she was fourteen, almost a woman, Rune’s heart still sang like a child’s. She found beauty in all. He wished some of the other people he had met had been able to keep her childlike wonder.

“Don’t worry about it, Rune. I’m sure your father will take care of things.”

“You’re getting off the subject,” she protested, although it was she that had changed it, “I want to know about Eragon.”

Murtagh shook his head and laughed. Rune hopped for subject to subject like a grasshopper. She spoke her mind, even at its most random moments.

“Eragon was raised in a small town by the Spine,” he began. “He’s my younger brother. You know that, don’t you?”

“Of course. Eragon of Carvahall, from Selena through Morzan. Just like you.”

“Right. Now, as you know, Eragon found a dragon egg. It was sent to him by Arya, the elf princess. She—”

“Arya…” Rune interrupted reverently. “She’s a princess? Am I a princess, Murtagh?”

“You are,” he answered with a smile. “Your father is king, and your mother…” he trailed off.

“Tell me about my mother, Murtagh.”

“Galbatorix didn’t tell me the whole story.”

“Then tell me what you know, as always.”

He sighed. “I’ve told you this story before.”

“Stories never get old, no matter how many times you tell them.”

Movie's First Sue!

2006-12-20T01:39:51Z

Tonight, we have our first definite movie!sue. I went onto the Pit, and this was just screaming,"Pick me! Pick me!!1!1eleventy!"

The author is only fourteen, but this does not excuse her character from being one of the most nauseating I have ever read. I don't think she's read the books.

Title: Entangled Dragons

Perpetrator: Mrs.Mercer500

Sue-ness Level: Toxic

Summary: "A 5th egg has fallen into the hands of a daydreaming farm girl from Carvahall, and she and Eragon meet and befriend each other not knowing their destinies as Riders and...Lovers." *headesk*

Full Name: Arielle

Species: Human

Hair: Not described.

Eyes: Not described.

Markings: None, as of yet, but I'm suspicious that she'll soon have a Gedwey Ignasia to show us all.

Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: "a small ginger haired kitten with diamond blue eyes" Its name is Gysha, and it's the only living thing that understands her. Later on, she finds " large stone. The stone shined as a ray of moonlight came down on it. Arielle came closer, to find the stone was white with swerving golden lines." Foreshadowing, anyone? Also, she has "warrior skills." The author's description of said skills contains the memorable line, "Arielle didn’t really use violence so much, but she did when she wasn’t busy."

Origin: Apparently she just popped out of the ground, like so many sues do. She lives with an Aunt Cybil and an Uncle named...Henrico. Bwahahaha!

Connections to Canon: She lives in Carvahall. Sloan molests her. She meets movie!Eragon right after this and immediately lusts after him. I sense a disturbance in the force.

Notes: This is a very laughable sue, full of memorable lines. The best part is, it's only two chapters long. I have a feeling this particular author went and saw he movie, came back with her head full of, "ZOMG HAWT MANZ," and promptly wrote this story.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you” a deep, smooth voice said.

Arielle looked up from dusting herself, to see a boy, about her age, standing in front of her. Although he was taller, he still had some boyish features. The small portion of his chest that was visible was hairless, and he had no hairs on his chin like most of the older boys in Carvahall. His hair was short and untidy in golden locks, while his eyes sparkled like sweet blue orbs. He wore a bow and quiver across his back, so she figured he must have come back from hunting.

“It’s alright, I was just leaving. Well, goodbye” Arielle said quickly.

“Arielle!” she turned to see Katrina running out to meet her. “I’m sorry for my father. It’s just, he doesn’t know any better.”

“Katrina, the next time some old, fat, cruel man tries to touch you, come to me and tell me what you would have done!” Arielle said.

Katrina turned to the blonde boy, and said, “Eragon, come here.” The boy came to her slowly, “if there was a pretty girl you were fond of, would you like it if she hit you?”

“Katrina…Did you even hear what your father had said to me?! Good Lord Woman! You must be mad if you think I’m going to let some sleazy, old man talk to me like that!” Arielle stated, tossing a long strand of smooth, curled blonde hair out of her face. “Besides, he’s a boy. He probably thinks the same way!”.

“Let Eragon speak!” Katrina yelled at the smaller girl.

“Well, if I fancied her, I wouldn’t have said much to her, let alone touch her” Eragon said reasonably.

Katrina gave him a look, and then turned to Arielle. “Arielle, just be careful around him the next time you come around…Alright?” she asked in her motherly tone again.

“Fine…If it makes you happy…” Arielle said in a grumbled voice.

Katrina smiled and patted her. Gysha gave a small meow.

“I know she was totally unreasonable” Arielle said looking down at the small kitten.

“You do know that’s a kitten? Right?” Eragon asked.

“Yes. Only she understands me…Right Gysha?” Arielle asked. “I’m Arielle, what is you’re name?”

“Eragon”

First Sue!

2006-12-19T06:50:25Z

Hooray, my first post!

In honor of this momentous occasion, I have found a special sue. She belongs to a ship that will, no doubt, become very popular: Murtagh/OC. Who doesn't want to melt the frozen emo-man's heart?

Apparently, no one does. Except for me.

Without further ado, I bring you...Alethea, the blind!sue!

Title: What is Blind

Perpetrator:invaderpixie Note: this is a joint account. Beware the power of two fangirl minds!

Sue-ness Level: Bad - almost toxic

Full Name: Alethea
Species: Human? Not clear.
Hair: Not described color-wise, but it is arranged by her maids later on.
Eyes:"glazed over silvery blue orbs", "silvery eyes" They sparkle, despite being glazed: "silver glazed that that had formed over her blue orbs"
Markings: None yet.
Special Possessions/Awful Descriptions: "She wore trousers tied down by bandages at her ankles, with a loose skirt tied off to the side. She wore a long sleeved blouse, going down to the bottom of her thumb and tied off at her wrists and the middle of her lower arms. Over which went a tunic, cut at the middle of her upper arm, and a sash tied around her waist. Most of the clothing was a shade of pale blue, reminding Murtagh of the color of her eyes" (These clothes are later reported to b special - Alethea needs them.)

"soft lips"

"long fingers"

"I sense power within you, but no like that of the ancient language. And yet, you have no barriers against your mind, or no other abilities that I can find"

Origin: None, as of yet. She lived in a "haven" before this - it was a perfect place where illusion and reality were blurred. *eyeroll*

Connections to Canon She heals Murtagh of an arrow wound. Galbatorix forces Murtagh to marry her. Emo!Murtagh does as Galbatorix orders not because the king will kill him if he doesn't, but because he lurves the sue. Naturally.

Notes: Apparently it is fashionable in this world to wear a corset. *headesk* As a civil war reenactor, I find any suethor's lack of knowledge about such articles of clothing increasingly ridiculous. It was not necessarily torture to wear one - I should know. And I would think it's pretty clear from Paolini's purple prose that his people dress in a fashion more suited to medieval times. Corsets should not exist.

Alethea calmed herself and reminded herself that she was there because she had chosen to be, long before she met Murtagh. Placing her hands out in front of her, she stumbled along trying to find something, and acquaint herself with her new room. She found a wall, a wardrobe, a vanity, a table and a bed. Sinking gratefully down onto it, she sighed as she heard,

“Mistress? We’re your new maids.”

“Come closer, please,” Alethea asked. “I have no desire to find the door currently.”

“Oh, that’s right; Lord Murtagh mentioned that you were blind.” Small rough hands pulled her to her feet. She felt them all tugging at her clothing but were unable to get them off. Alethea laughed slightly and began removing her clothing with her long fingers. “Oh Mistress, you shouldn’t do that!”

“That’s all right, I’m used to it. I’ve been wearing clothes like these for years. They are a bit hard to get used to.” Alethea shivered as she helped them remove the last of her outer clothing.

“Well then, let’s get you into a bath and some proper clothing. We’ll just have those thrown out.”

“Don’t,” Alethea said. “Those are special clothing. I need them.”

“Lord Murtagh, ordered us to my lady,” said a bit of a younger maid, fear tinting her voice. Alethea frowned.

“I’ll hide them then, and then it will be no fault of yours.”

“But what if he finds them?” asked the maids. “We’ll get in trouble.”

“He won’t,” Alethea insisted. “I will hide them well.” One of the maids sighed.

“If you insist, Mistress. Now let’s get you into the baths.” Alethea felt herself being led into a tub. From there, she was scrubbed, soaped and dumped upon for quite some time. When she was finally led out of the tub, she was thoroughly dried, and not in the gentlest manor. “Now, Mistress, you just hold still and we’ll get these knots out of your hair.”

“You’re not going to cut it are you?”

“Now tha’s about the only way to get’um out.”

“Give me a brush,” Alethea ordered. The maids did so, and she began viciously brushing out the knots. She heard the maids gasp in surprise as she brushed threw her hair. In a few minutes, she brushed threw it without it snagging once. “Is that well enough for you?”

“Well, tha’ is one way to do it, mil’lady,” agreed a maid. They then proceeded with their torture by lacing up a corset, before pulling a gown over her head. The slippers they gave her pinched at her heal, and she kept tripping over the edge of the gown. Finally, the proceeded by tugging her hair into certain positions. “Well then, it seems like you’re ready to have dinner with his Lordship.”