#rhunon (inheritance cycle)

[everythingloveandanimated]

Probably low chance of happening…

but I really want Murtagh and Thorn to meet Rhunon.

(Not in order)

Rhunon is happy that Zar’roc has been renamed and that Murtagh has taken it upon himself to rewrite the sword’s history. Also proud of him in her own way.

Thorn: If it’s not an imposition, Rhunon-elda, may I watch you work?

Rhunon questions Thorn’s interest in smithing. Thorn: I suppose you could say I’m interested in the creation of art. Turning ordinary things into works of beauty.

Rhunon makes a comments about Murtagh resemblance to Morzan and Thorn’s scale colors being similar to the scales on Morzan’s dragon.

Thorn asks what Morzan’s dragon was like.

Murtagh asks why Morzan named his sword “Misery”.

They got onto the topic of Eragon and Rhunon making Brisingr. Rhunon says that Eragon “pestered” her into making one. Murtagh chuckles at Eragon’s persistence. Rhunon asks what Murtagh thinks of Eragon and their relationship as kin.

In the forge Murtagh creates a poem stanza but finds it hard to write outside the forge as if the inspiration leaves him and what he’s trying to capture in words can only be captured in the proper atmosphere.

Rhunon becomes interested in his scribbling, Murtagh reads it hoping the Attenwrack, the meter from Galbatorix’s court, doesn’t offend the elf. She comments that it’s not as melodious as the elven meter. She mentions that Eragon wrote a poem, more like an epic, for his first Agenti Blodren.

Murtagh gets a bit miffed at once again being compared to his brother. Thorn gives him a nudge and his own soothing thoughts.

She gives him some tips about writing poems. Murtagh creates stanzas based on what he sees, sort of recording the world as he sees it. Or it’s something born of something he feels. He doesn’t have any grand plans of a compilation of his poems. Merely just the observations of a traveler (or a man dealing with his past.)

At some point this comes up…

Murtagh: I grew up around gilded tongues Rhunon-elda. I may not always like what it said, but I prefer a blunt truth over veiled statements.

Rhunon applauds this.

Thorn comments that Murtagh is an accomplished dancer, this briefly piques Rhunon’s interest.

Murtagh: The steps from the court of the mad king won’t offend you?

Rhunon: if you can still enjoy the steps after all, he’s put you through. I will be fine. Cheeky hatchling.

Thorn rumbling with laughter: I’ve never heard someone call you a hatchling like that!

Murtagh: in the case of years, you’re more of a hatchling than I am.

Thorn: perhaps. Though given her age I assume you’re practically fresh out of your egg.

Murtagh scoffs with humor.

Thorn: Queen Arya is probably also a hatchling to her.

Murtagh briefly remembers the day Thorn hatched. Thorn touched his arm with his snout, positioning himself behind Murtagh as a human would to give a hug from behind.

Thorn: I do not regret hatching for you, dearest friend.

Murtagh curves his arm to caress Thorn’s lower jaw and leans his head against Thorn’s head. Eyes closed, a smile as he soaks in Thorn’s comfort and affirmation.

Rhunon sees this and notes the softness in their relationship that wasn’t as prevalent with Morzan and his dragon. It warms her to see Morzan’s son so gentle. She watches as Murtagh stands to wrap both arms around Thorn’s snout; they lean into each other.

Rhunon: You were a foreboding scourge to us, Morzan. But for his all sins your son does not have the same twisted nature you do. She softens. The boy must get that from his mother.

Not Rhunon related, but Murtagh and Thorn do briefly meet Dusan and Alanna, the two Elven children of Du Waldenvarden. They briefly interact with Thorn who rumbles contentedly from their touch. Murtagh is taken by their youthful beauty. As they depart Murtagh realizes that the children would be potential targets for Du Eld Draumars if they had any cult supporters in Du Waldenvarden, He thinks darkly that if anyone threatened or set hands on the children, he would personally see to it that their captors would not live to see another sunrise.

When Murtagh and Thorn leave Du Weldenvarden, they say goodbye to Rhunon. It’s understood that there is a respect between them. Rhunon appreciates Murtagh’s mission, she appreciates Thorn’s compliments and appreciation of her work. Murtagh and Thorn respect her as a smith and thank her for her time, allowing them to be in her forge, and for her wisdom. She wishes them well.

[du-sailarar-nerilia]

Have you ever thought about what life must be as an elf? To have all your basic needs met and having literally all the time in the world as you are an immortal being. At that point picking up a time-consuming hobby must become a necessity just to keep yourself from going insane

Something something behavioral sink and Calhoun Rat Utopia Experiment

[saphira-approves]

I’d love to know Rhünon’s thoughts on how Riders name their swords. Does she have a no-judgement policy? Did Vrael have to sit her down for a chat when her bluntness reduced twelve new Riders into tears because of their terrible name choices? I mean, just look at Brom and Morzan:

Morzan: I name this blade Misery, for misery it shall bring to all my enemies!

Brom: And I’ll name mine Void-biter, for its edge carries the bite of death!

Rhünon, bribed copiously by Vrael to keep her thoughts to herself: Who let these edgelords have dragons—

[modern-inheritance]

Brom: Fair warning before we get into the forest. For the millionth time, Arya is considered a weird, feral thing here.

Eragon: .....

Saphira: .........

Later, during the Bloodoath Celebration:

Brom, clarifying: Culturally. Culturally. A weird feral thing.

Arya: What?

Brom: Nothing.

[alagaesia-headcanons]

Can you imagine the resolve it must have took for Murtagh to never stake a claim of Zar'roc after he discovered that Eragon had it? He calls it the one thing he expected to receive as inheritance, and he does have that right to it as the son of the man who owned it. In a way, an inheritance could have been the only potentially positive thing Morzan left for Murtagh. It still would have carried heavy connotations, but it would have given him control over some piece of his father's legacy. But in the absence of Zar'roc, Murtagh apparently inherited nothing else from his family, implying that everything he had access to in his youth didn't belong to him; that it was provided by Galbatorix at his discretion in a way to stifle his freedom. And Zar'roc in particular holds so much significance to Murtagh. There's a poetic notion that he shouldn't have to carry his father's misery, but even while it was lost to him, Murtagh had to shape himself around Zar'roc. He grew with the wound it inflicted on him and adapted himself so he could learn to live with it. A ghost of Zar'roc haunts him from the mark on his own flesh. But Murtagh did survive and adapt and learn to live- he mastered Zar'roc before ever laying a hand on it.

But when he finally does, he gives it back to Eragon. At first, no doubt he refrains from claiming it out of reluctance to reveal his identity. Yet when he does eventually tell Eragon the truth about his father, he still doesn't assert his right to Zar'roc. He never even tries to guilt Eragon into considering giving it to him. He only tells him that it was his only expected inheritance which he still didn't receive to show that he has no ties to Morzan and his cruelty. And Murtagh has reason to want Zar'roc, not just the right. For the sword to belong to him could replace that ghost of his past with something real that he has control over and that offers the chance to determine what this piece of his father's history gets to mean in his future. But Eragon also has a right and reason to use Zar'roc. A dragon rider has a right to a Rider's sword, and he uses it because he has no other. It speaks to Murtagh's deep care for Eragon that he doesn't infringe on that. He would hate for Eragon to be deprived or hurt and he refuses to take from his friend who has less than him.

That then illuminates why Murtagh later does take Zar'roc from him in the Battle of the Burning Plains. Eragon no longer has less; he has so much more. He has companions, he has support, he has resources, he has safety, he has his freedom. And he has a perceived moral high ground that he shoves in Murtagh's face. He condemns him as a traitor, just like his father. He asks to murder him and Thorn because he apparently doesn't care to try to find any other way to save them. Murtagh sees that Eragon will revile him no matter any efforts to cast off Morzan's legacy, and if he leaves him the advantage of Zar'roc, he will use it to try to kill them. Because Murtagh is now also a Rider. In his mind, what reason is there left to let Eragon keep the sword? And now, more than ever, Murtagh would want to grasp for that control over Zar'roc now that he's been stripped of his control over everything else. So of course he takes it. When no one will give him care, he seizes what he can in its place.

[marimo331]

Susan Pevensie , Lucy Pevensie , Aravis , season 1 Sasha from the magnus archives also Agnus , Katara , Toph Beifong, Tai Lee,The inheritance Cycle: Nasuada , Bridget , Angela , Rhunon, Elva .

Woops added too many , oh well .

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

[newtonsheffield]

Here’s my Inheritance Cycle annoyance:

So Eragon needed a rider’s sword after Zar’roc was lost to Murtagh. Cool cool cool.

He went to see one of the only ones the elves had: Támerlein. He didn’t like it, it felt awkward, so he didn’t take it.

Instead he found enough brightsteel for several swords under the Menoa tree and Rhunon forged him a new sword.

So… why does Arya not have her own sword? She has Támerlein, reworked to suit her better. If that was possible why not do that for Eragon in the first place?!

This question has haunted me for 12 years.

[fastestfrog]

I’m not super familiar with the proper way of planning out characters, but I was thinking about how I would personally classify the characters of the inheritance cycle (the first 4 books) into sections. So here we go.

Main characters. Anyone we get a POV from or other characters that are critical for the main story drive to happen, in order of importance: Eragon, Saphira, Galbatorix, Nasuada, Arya, Roran,

Major Characters. Key characters for the story, who have important roles and connections to the main cast, in order of importance: Brom, Murtagh, Glaedr, Oromis, Durza, Angela, Elva, Orik, The Eldunari, Razac, Katrina, Morzan, Thorn,

Secondary Characters. Characters who have a moderate effect on the events of the story or motivations of the main cast, who we spend time with but aren’t super critical, in order of importance: Firnen, Shruikan, Umaroth, Hrothgar, Izlandi, Garrow, Orrin, Jeod, Solembum, Selena, Sloan, Ajihad, Nar Garzhvog, Ismira,

Minor characters: Characters who have some effect, may have multiple scenes dedicated to them, connections to other characters, but aren’t very important, in ANY ORDER: Horst, Grimrr halfpaw, Carn, Lord Dathedr, Blodgharm, Rhunon, Vermund, Jormundur. Varaug, The Head Priest of Helgrind, The Twins, Lord Barst. The Forsworn, The menoa tree, Hvedra,

Side characters: Characters who have a few small scenes scenes or are long dead characters who set up the world, IN ANY ORDER: Vrael, the first Eragon, Vanir, any carvahall villagers, any of the dwarven leaders not already mentioned, Blagden, Martland Redbeard, Captain Brigman, Trianna, Faolin, Jarnunvosk,

Extra characters. Pretty much anyone with a one or maybe two scenes or a connection to another character such as: Yarbog, Helen, Edric, Fredrick, Valdr, Cuaroc, Lord Fiolr, Elvas caretaker, Saphira (broms dragon) etc.

Background characters: anyone else, for example, random named soldiers, Maud, the young priest in helgrind, people who show up once as a part of another persons scene basically, or someone mentioned once or twice by other characters like Thuviel.

Is there anyone I missed? Do you disagree with some of the orders of importance I put people in for the first couple of paragraphs? (Murtagh fans are gonna come for me, but please remember I’m only doing the first 4 books) would love to hear everyone’s thoughts.

[lords-of-the-empire]

Elves and Thrown Weapons

Recently I’ve been looking at late-Roman models produced by Wargames Atlantic. I don’t like the look of their spears, I don’t like how they decided to cut the arms (they’ll be more difficult than they IMO need to be to look good, as-is), and the shields are rounder than I’d like them to be. The main selling-point for me is that they’re sculpted with one of my favourite weapons of all time: the Roman lead-weighted war-dart that replaced the pilum-style javelins in the final centuries of the Roman Empire, the plumbata.

And that got me thinking, a lot. On my LotR sideblog I finally got what Tolkien might have been aiming for when he has 1st Age elf Eöl try to murder his son with a “poisoned dart” that he smuggles into a secret city, and that sparked the idea... what if IC elves used thrown weapons of some variety?

IRL I think the reason they faded out of common use has to do with more, better and more thickly padded armour becoming more common as the technology developed, but that wouldn’t necessarily be a concern for the elves. As strong as they are I think they would definitely still have a place in the elvish armoury - if Arya can impale multiple fully-armoured Imperials by throwing a normal spear (IE not designed to be thrown), what exactly would an elf do with a sling? A javelin? Or, as it happens, a war-dart? Particularly a weighted one? I don’t know if they’d use lead, considering how toxic it is, but copper and silver are also quite dense heavy metals, quite soft metals, and depending where you live, moderately common - especially for elves, who can trade for it or just suck it out of the ground/water with a handy spell. Same applies for gold honestly, though gold is considerably denser heavier than even lead. I don’t think an elf would have issues with ridiculous throws even with gold-weighted darts, though.

Just... Imagine charging an elvish ramshackle “army”, more a mob really since they don’t march or even fight in formation and everyone seems to rock up with whatever kit they’ve got like ancient Greek or Italian citystates did it, and then there’s just... an absolute hail of supersonic balls of lead, copper and so on whizzing through multiple men if they’re enchanted against deforming, or absolutely exploding the guy they hit if they’re not (since soft metals deform easily, they’d mushroom in the body...). They’d be quick to reload as well, since you just put another ball in the sling and spin it a few times before letting go - absolutely broken, in elvish hands.

As for the darts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfgMfSZiQSU This guy has another video where he remade them with longer shafts, but even the short ones punch right through though bits of pork and have no problem lodging into wood.

I think I may be on to something here. They might even be popular in peace-time, with beautifully woven slings, still-living ones sung from roots, amazingly artistic darts with jewels set in them for energy so they can have juicier spells put on them... The potential is there.

[meowloudly15]

Rhunon Inheritance Cycle is basically just Liv Spiderverse but less psychotic

[incorrecteragonquotes]

Arya: I'm gonna send him a text while he's sleeping that says "We're done."

Rhunon: Clear. Accurate. But do you feel like it's enough?

Arya: "We're done. Goodbye."

Rhunon: Yes. That should do it.

[later]

Arya: I told Orik about how you approved of my strategy for breaking up with Eragon and she said that we were, quote unquote, "sociopaths"

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Bad Reaction (Eldest Supershort)

(A/N: I have had this in my head for a while, but Arya showing Iz her scars and revealing the curse Durza left finally gave me a bit of a push for this. Again, Arya and Glen are Platonic Soulmates, Fyrn Breol, and have fought together for 50-60 years, a majority of those without Fäolin. And they just learned like two to three weeks ago that their best friend is alive, only for them both to start going through massive trauma recovery 'it gets way worse before it gets better' type deals. For even further context, Arya is very, very out of it here and just knows that Glen seems to be hurt and is singleminded on fixing that.)

{Glen and Arya tried to test the curse Durza left in her scars. Just a little nick with a scalpel over one of them, just enough to draw blood, and Glen would heal the cut to test if the curse allowed full healing of new wounds over the old.

It didn't...she had warned him that it would be bad, but...for a moment, he lost her again and he didn't know....}

~~~~

BAD REACTION (SHORT)

Arya had seen Glenwing cry before. She had seen him cry at funerals, when he saw newly hatched little birds, when he was angry and sad all at once. She’d seen him ugly cry about the good things and the bad, little hiccups escaping him while he laughed at his outburst of emotion or as he tried to hide the tears streaming down his face as he packed up bloodied medical instruments beside the body of a fallen innocent. 

So she couldn’t pinpoint why hearing him crying, body damn near convulsing with the strength of his ragged, gasped sobs, felt so different this time. Maybe it was because she had never heard him cry like this, nothing so pained, so visceral. It sounded like it was being dragged out from his very core, the deepest parts of himself. 

Arya blinked and tried to raise a hand to touch her cheek. They were wet. His tears had fallen on her face, slid down her cheek and splashed on her forehead. For some reason her movement had Glenwing redoubling his sobs, and it was only when he tightened his grip did Arya realize the man was holding her cradled against his chest, arms wrapped tight around her body, the left one unyielding in places where there should have been some softness yet still so warm. 

Her throat hurt. So instead of speaking she reached out to him and managed to brush fingertips on his neck, unable to raise her hand any higher. Fuck, she felt so, ridiculously weak, weak and sore and like there were thunderclouds arguing in her skull. 

But Glen was crying. Glen was crying and he could be hurt so he had to come first, he was hurting and hurting bad, so she could wait. Fyrn Breol takes care of each other. Pick up the pieces, bring each other back. And Glen was crying and whatever had her muscles aching and body encased in lightning, that could wait until Glen…until Glen was okay because fuck, he was all she had left, and she couldn’t let him get hurt–

“Spirits, I thought I killed you!” If it were even possible, Glen held his friend closer and buried his face into her neck, his words nearly lost to the choked sounds of his tears. He rocked them both back and forth, trying to find some way to breathe. He knew he had to calm down but it had been so…so much worse than he thought, and it had lasted longer even when he had ripped away from the magic–

Head snapping back, a ragged, unimaginable sound of agony, of a soul torn to shreds in an instant. The force of the scream or the body remembering, he didn’t know but blood had already filled her mouth before she convulsed to the ground. Tearing away from the magic felt as though it took eons but in reality it was only three seconds of healing, of attempted healing, crimson still trickling from the tiny cut they had made to test it. The seizures didn’t stop when the link was broken, a handful more seconds until she stilled and her eyes were still open–

“Ari, your heart stopped.” Glen forced it out with a ragged gasp, and, unable to stop himself, his sobbing began anew, curling around her as if to try and protect her from his own memories. “I thought I killed you, I killed you, I didn’t know if I could get you back, and I–I thought–”

A hand settled on the back of his neck. 

“Got me back, though.” Oh, her voice. It was rough and barely above a croak, but he could hear the gentle smile there. “You didn’t kill me, birdbrain.” Arya rested her cheek on the top of his head. “He did. A couple times. But hey…I’m here now. You brought me back.”

“I thought I killed you.”

“I know.” 

“I thought I killed you!"

“Shades can…can eat a bag of the fattest of dicks.”

When he pulled back and saw her cracked, wild smile, tired and sore and teeth stained with blood but very, very much alive and very much still the Arya he knew…

Glenwing broke out in a tearstained laugh and pressed his forehead to hers. “Don’t…don’t do that to me again!” 

“Yeah, I’d…like to avoid that too.”

[m00nj311y]

Spoilers for The Inheritance Cycle!

more Eragon trivia! now with style! again, this stuff most likely is in the inheriwiki

Eragon and Saphira

Understandably for a dragon, Saphira thinks it a terrible fate to be unable to fly (Eldest, pg 206)

Saphira has a triangular head (Eldest, pg 210)

Eragon promised to help Saphira search for dragons outside of Alagaesia (Eldest, pg 217).

Eragon’s sense of identity was closely linked to the condition of his body (Eldest, pg 256)

Saphira was naturally suited to the sky (Eldest, pg 277)

Eragon thought that things that change and are lost were worth preserving (Eldest, pg 382)

Eragon possessed the talent to judge with near-perfect precision how much strength a task required and whether it would exceed that of his body (Eldest, pg 390)

Eragon felt most comfortable alone or in small groups (Inheritance, pg 427)

Saphira admired hawks more for their hunting prowess than for their appearance. Hawks reminded Eragon of Saphira (Inheritance, pg 427)

Eragon thought it a blinkered existence to have one’s whole world bound by the limits of their sight (Inheritance, pg 428)

Flying made it difficult for Saphira to concentrate on anything else (Inheritance, pg 431)

Eating a large meal while riding Saphira often made Eragon queasy (Inheritance, pg 466)

Eragon felt that “his sort of life” was not meant to venture to the bottom of the sea (Inheritance, pg 466)

Eragon thought it was possible to be level with the moon and the stars. Likewise, he also thought that shooting stars were made when birds or dragons or some other earthly creature were snatched up by the wind and thrown skyward with such speed that they flamed (Inheritance, pg 477)

Saphira would trust the word of a werecat before that of any other creature (Inheritance, pg 532)

Du Weldenvarden / The Elves

Among the elves, it is rude to pry into one’s affairs (Eldest, pg 203)

there is a species of moss that feels like rabbit fur in Du Weldenvarden (Eldest, pg 206)

Du Weldenvarden has many mysteries and dangers, especially for a Dragon Rider (Eldest pg 208)

If not for the elves, Eragon knew that he could wander in Du Weldenvarden for the rest of his life without ever finding a way out (Eldest, pg 219)

Eragon felt as if Queen Islanzadí knew everything that he might say or do (Eldest, pg 228)

what elves didnt say was often more important than what they did say (Eldest, pg 234)

As stated by Oromis, it was Queen Islanzadí’s duty to scry the land (Eldest, pg 268). It is likely that it was the duty of the sitting elven monarch to scry the land for news regarding Alagaesia’s current state

Very little exists that an elf must strive for (Eldest, pg 300)

Rhunon has blunt fingernails (Eldest, pg 302)

Rhunon seemed to dislike brown-colored dragons, as their muddy and dark colors likely translated poorly into their Rider’s sword (Eldest, pg 302)

An elf named Ladin likely theorized that a vacuum existed (Eldest, pg 317)

Oromis had a customary expression of impassive reserve (Eldest, pg 358)

The elves have texts on geography, biology, anatomy, philosophy, and mathematics, as well as memoirs, biographies, and histories. They challenged Eragon’s beliefs and forced him to reexamine his assumptions about everything from the rights of an individual within a society to what caused the sun to move across the sky (Eldest, pg 391)

There are crumbling ruins in Du Weldenvarden (Eldest, pg 393)

The machinations of the elves were subtle and allowed little room for errors (Eldest, pg 397)

Elves have concerts held under thatched pines (Eldest, pg 453)

Arya had always wanted to visit the home of the Riders (Inheritance, pg 397)

Oromis believed that the whole of the world could be deduced from the smallest grain of sand if one studied it closely enough (Inheritance, pg 429)

The elves made it impossible for anything or anyone to enter Du Weldenvarden by means of magic; thus, a dragon trying to enter the forest by flight would fall from the sky (Brisingr, pg 583)

The Menoa Tree

The Menoa Tree’s mind was so large and alien and so intertwined with the forest that she did not need to defend herself against mental attacks (Brisingr, pg 654)

It is implied that the Tree controls, at least, a large swath of Du Weldenvarden (Brisingr, pg 654)

The Tree knows every creature that lives in Du Weldenvarden (Brisingr, pg 658)

Carvahall / The Humans

There is a mountain in the Spine known as Narnmor (Eldest, pg 182)

the oldest man in Carvahall is Svart, the uncle of Ivor; he is nearly 60 years (Eldest, pg 182)

Carvahall has never had a beggar before (Eldest, pg 190)

silver, linens, lace, and many other things needed for a well-run home are passed down from mother to daughter. this tradition began from the day Palancar and his people first settled Alagaesia and it determines a woman’s worth (Eldest, ph 191)

Roran had never seen a map of Alagaesia (Eldest, pg 246)

Roran considered Galbatorix an unnatural blight upon the world (Eldest, pg 250)

In Carvahall, custom tools formed a legacy that was bequeathed from father to son, or from master to jouneyman, and that these tools were a measure of a smith’s wealth and skills (Eldest, pg 252-253)

Humans often made casually cruel remarks (Eldest, pg 282)

Nasuada felt uncomfortable whenever she had to interact with magic users (Eldest, pg 325)

Nasuada believed in and prayed to a goddess named Gokukara, who is implied to be owl-themed as Nasuada referred to herself as Gokukara’s “owlet” (Inheritance, pg 405)

Pride and vanity were weak points Nasuada could exploit, as she was skilled at bending others to her will (Inheritance, pg 416)

Dwarves

The dwarves lost an entire clan to Galbatorix’s uprising (Eldest, pg 200)

Orik was dense, like a miniature boulder (Eldest, pg 366)

Ra’zac

The Ra’zac bow to the Lethrblaka (Eldest, pg 198), who are their parents and adult form (Eldest, pg 380)

The Ra’zac have a morbid fear of deep water, as they cannot swim (Eldest, pg 380)

Their breath fogs the minds of humans, incapacitating many, though the dwarves were not as heavily effected, and the elves were immune altogether (Eldest, pg 380)

The Dragon Riders

the Dragon Riders were supposed to guard against the failings of the different governments and races, but no one existed to point out the flaws within the Dragon Riders’ own system, which caused their downfall (Eldest, pg 202)

It was an essential lesson of the Dragon Riders for one to be aware of all things equally and not blinker themselves in order to concentrate on a particular subject (Eldest, pg 292)

Dragons learned how to identify and avoid dangerous weather patterns (Eldest, pg 298). There are three rules to spotting downdrafts and five rules for escaping them (Eldest, pg 296), which the reader never learns

The most basic lesson for the Dragon Riders was to share everything with one’s partner (Eldest, pg 297)

There are secrets reserved for the wisest of the Dragon Riders, such as killing with no more energy than moving one’s finger, the method by which one can instantaneously transport an item from one point to another, a spell that will allow for one to identify poisons in their food and drink, a variation on scrying that allows one to hear as well as to see, how to draw energy from one’s surroundings and thus preserve one’s own strength, and how to maximize one’s strength in every possible way (Eldest, pg 353-354)

There was a proper way to control various forms of energy, such as light, heat, electricity, and even gravity (Eldest, pg 375) These, and even magnetism, were considered great energies (Eldest, pg 390)

Bonded dragons had a strenuous exercise regimen, such as hovering in the air while holding a boulder, sprints, dives, and other acrobatics, and breathing fire for as long as possible onto a natural stone pillar in an attempt to melt the stone and to increase endurance (Eldest, pg 392)

It is the duty of an elder dragon to ensure that the newest generation of Riders understands the true importance of the station they have assumed (Eldest, pg 437)

Galbatorix was not the first Dragon Rider to go mad, but he was the first to gain a follower (Inheritance, pg 432)

Some of the Forsworn believed that, by virtue of power, the dragons and the Riders deserved to rule over Alagaesia (Inheritance, pg 432)

In times of famine, the Dragon Riders brought food to the starving (Inheritance, pg 443)

The Dragons

Dragon scales were translucent (Eldest, pg 302), meaning that the scales allowed light to pass completely through

It is likely that wild dragons “named” themselves after body parts such as teeth, significant events of their life such as fights won and lost as well as eggs conceived and hatchlings grown to maturity, and favored prey (Eldest, pg 437)

Dragons use their tongues to direct their streams of fire (Eldest, pg 438)

Glaedr states that dragons remain in their eggs indefinitely (Eldest, pg 438) but Umaroth warns that dragons cannot stay in their eggs for too long or else their minds will become twisted and strange (Inheritance, pg 562). Umaroth most likely warns so because there is a spell over the hatchlings which “slows their bodies”

Glaedr--and through him, the dragons, the Riders, and the elves--believed that, when the flesh is destroyed, so is the soul (Eldest, pg 440)

On the Stone of Broken Eggs are a number of “dull, colorless scales” (Eldest, pg 448). It is possible that, when a dragon loses a scale, the scale becomes dull and colorless.

Dragons have imbricated scales (Eldest, pg 461), meaning that their scales overlap one another

Dragons can lick molten rock (Eldest, pg 465)

Although the only two examples came from Glaedr and Saphira during the Blood-Oath Celebration, is it clear that dragons possess a great potential for art (Eldest, pg 464-465)

The Spectral Dragon “anointed [Eragon] with what skill we dragons possess,” so it can be assumed that dragons (and the elves) live in a state of “heightened awareness,” such as seeing perfectly well in the dark; being highly sensitive to touch (Eragon could count the number of hairs on a leaf by feel); being able to identify a multitude of odors; hearing even the smallest of animals in the underbrush, hearing the noise a flake of bark makes when it falls to the earth, hearing the beat of their own heart; following an object of interest though the disturbance of their wake in the air; and having extremely sensitive eyes (Eldest, pgs 470-472)

It is implied that dragons have an impeccable sense of direction, as Saphira never seemed to lose her bearing, not even on a starless night or when deep underground (Inheritance, pg 430)

There was at least one instance where a dragon’s connection to their Eldunari was severed, thus creating two independent versions of that dragon (the dragon itself, and the mind within the heart-of-hearts) (Inheritance, pg 435)

Saphira hummed when she was pleased or amused (Inheritance, pg 440-441) so it can be assumed that this was a trait all dragons shared

It is implied that a female dragon carrying fully-developed eggs could wait to lay them (Inheritance, 559)

Dragon eggs need warmth to be comfortable (Inheritance, 560)

If a dragon disgorges their Eldunari too young and later dies, their minds will be “limited” by the size of their Eldunari (Inheritance, pg 564)

Bonded or wild, dragons communicated with one another using images, feelings, and impressions of people and objects (Brisingr, pg 205). Eragon does not consider it a recognizable language

Dragons have incredible eyesight, as from thousands of feet high Saphira could count the number of feathers on the back of a chicken hawk that as skimming a field; she could see a rabbit dash to its warren and she could see a small herd of deer cowering under the branches of a currant bush (Brisingr, pg 459)

Dragons also have sensitive ears, as from thousands of feet high Saphira could hear the warning calls of the animals reacting to her presence (Brisingr, pg 459)

Dragons rely not only upon their bodies but upon their magic to fly (Brisingr, pg 583).

Magic

Stated by Oromis, magic is the art of thinking, and that magic relies on a disciplined intellect (Eldest, pg 353)

An absolute was a spell worded in such a way that only two outcomes were possible: success or death (Eldest, pg 357)

Other

Alagaesia has lodestones (Inheritance, pg 417) which are naturally magnetized pieces of magnetite

It is subtly implied that gods exist in the Alagaesian canon, as a man in the Varden who was blinded and had a vision was not only able to accurately state that Eragon had twelve “stars” around his waist (the Belt of Beloth had twelve gems full of energy) and had a “star” in his right hand (Aren), but also that Murtagh had multiple, hateful, non-human “others” with him (enslaved Eldunarya) (Brisingr, pg 351)

Galbatorix

Galbatorix believed Nasuada was dangerous in a way the others were not (Inheritance, pg 422)

Galbatorix chose his servants only from those who were barren and unwed, as he believed that families made it easier for people to change their true names (Inheritance, pg 443)

[lords-of-the-empire]

His Majesty is reclaiming going topless from Blödgharm

I thought we could all do with a Turin in this trying time

[fastestfrog]

I’ve always loved the idea of a master smith. Maybe it’s just years of smithing iron daggers in Skyrim to grind XP. But genuinely, of all the incredible minor characters in the inheritance cycle Rhunon might be my favourite. She even beats some major characters for me personally. I don’t even know how it would be possible for a potential show to depict the level of skill that thousands of years of practice would give an item crafted by Elves. The greatest smiths in human history could not compare to Rhunon. And her character as a grumpy old woman who has forgotten the social niceties of her people, who lived through the war between elves and dragons, who is potentially old enough to remember the elves arrival in alagaesia. I’d love to see a meeting between her and Angela the Herbalist. Knowing them they are probably old drinking buddies.