Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Disaster

Nightmare quietly accompanied Eragon and Saphira as they strode through the hellish aftermath of the recent clash of armies. Wailing carried across the battlefield as women mourned their dead family and friends. Saphira picked her way through the mangled bodies, enemy and ally alike. The King of Negativity was slightly disturbed by it all, having never seen quite this much blood and entrails. He was used to monster dust.

Cross and Fresh were behind them, both silent as they took in the morbid and greyed scene, blood the only color on the ground, vivid and disturbing. Funeral pyres burned at the far wall in Farthen Dûr, the dead Urgals given no respect for dying in battle. Dust, Killer and Horror were doing their best to pay their respects to them, believing even Urgals deserved respect in death. After all, they could be misunderstood for all everyone knew.

Error had been doing what he could in the cleanup efforts, having more than enough power and magic to do so. Chaos mostly stayed with Error, helping out where she could. Blue had stayed with GB, acting as his translator while the dragonic skeleton was getting acquainted with those in power, learning more about the 'Bad Guys' and the Varden. This had been happening over the course of three days.

Eragon had tried helping during that time, but he always burst into fits of agony, spasming as he collapsed on the floor. Nightmare had done his best to mute the pain after the healers and Angela explained they didn't see anything wrong.
Now, they trudged through the massacre, silence between them as all were lost in thought.

Eragon had been left fragile and hollow by his experience with killing Durza. Everyone in the Wyrdaí Islingrya had been a little extra kind to him, knowing that he'd been through much and didn't want to be treated childishly, so they just chose friendliness over being gentle. It was what they felt he needed, having been through situations somewhat like his own. Nightmare had often checked on Eragon in his own way, asking the human's thoughts and opinions on the regular about random things, never leaving his side unless asked to.

But right now all of them had chosen introspective silence. The small group looped back towards Tronjhiem, spotting Jörmundur and Geno heading over. Upon arriving, Ajihad's second in command bowed at Nightmare, Error, and Eragon. Geno crossed his arms, raising a non-existent eyebrow at the action, as where the monsters came from that was not used so often.
"I'm glad we found you in time, Lord Nightmare, Error and Eragon." Jörmundur began, gripping a paper in one hand. "Ajihad is returning, and he wants you to be there when he arrives."

The trio nodded, following the newcomers around the edge of Tronjhiem, seeing a few of the others by the gate.
Ajihad had been gone most of the time, hunting down Urgals in the network of tunnels under the Beor Mountains. Murtaugh and the Twins often joined him, the wicked pair because they were to guard the Varden's leader, Murtaugh because he wanted to prove he wasn't an enemy. Eragon and the Wyrdaí Islingrya definitely missed him, they all planned on catching up soon.

Orik, Arya, GB and Blue were waiting on them as the group arrived. "Where will Ajihad come from?" Eragon asked. Blueberry pointed at a well lit tunnel entrance a few miles off. "He'll be here soon."
They settled down, talking quietly amongst themselves and leaving Eragon to converse with Saphira. Cross started up a conversation with GB, the Blaster Sans still uncomfortable with him as he was still used to seeing the monochrome and his friends as remorseless murderers. Thankfully, Berry helped him warm up a little more, at last hearing Cross's story from back in the Multiverse. It left the animalistic skeleton with a few tears in his sockets.

Eventually, a group was emerging from the hole in the distance, forming ranks and beginning to march forward. Their group paid no heed, as they were far away anyway. It was only when Saphira and Eragon tensed and exclaimed "Urgals!" that they stood up in alarm.
It was so quick, no one understood what was happening. The distant team of humans and dwarves were lost in a whirlwind of Urgals and movement. Nightmare was the first to act, teleporting across the space and engaging an Urgal with his tentacles.