21. března 2011 v 15:27

Tento blog se... přesouvá! Stává se z něj RPG! Přesouvá se SEM

Snad se vám tam bude líbit ;)


Oznámení! :D

5. března 2011 v 9:43
Dobře. Začnu. Nechci vás nějak napínat...
Chtěla bych vám oznámit. Že jsem založila novou RPG Eragon stránku :D Můžete se na ní podívat :D Pokud se vám to ovšem nebude líbit, tak mohu vyrobit blog, který by nám umožnil hrát RPG :D
Tady je ta stránka :D http://kate.ann.sblog.cz/odj/
Není to nic moc, ale já s těmahle sblogama nemam moc zkušeností :D Sami posuďte :D

Oznámení :)

14. února 2011 v 10:19
Ještě tam nic neni, ale vše se tam doplní. Web je: http://www.svet-alagaesie.estranky.cz/
Do komentářů pište, jestli chcete tento blog nebo tamtu stránku. Děkuji a Ahoj!

A přijeli jsme :D

12. února 2011 v 0:34
No přátelé. Právě jsem přijela z jarňáků, ale ne v pořádku :( Bohužel při lyžní rvačce se svým bratrem jsem si něco udělala s palcem a tak nemohu hýbat celou rukou :( Njn... tuhle smůlu může potkat leda člověk jako jsem já :( Nemohu moc psát, a tak vám sem ten slovníček dám až odpoledne jo? :D Nepřijeli jsme domů zrovna v OK čase :D

Pěkné prázdniny

4. února 2011 v 19:46
Chtěla bych vám oznámit, že teď budu týden pryč. Takže teď sem týden nebudu chodit. Omlouvám se všem spřáteleným blogům (hlavně Safiře, protože k ní jsem chodila nejvíc. Chodila jsem tak ještě před tim, než jsme si spřátelili blogy, ale nekomentovala jsem). Je mo to fakt líto.
Tak vám aspoň přeju, aby jste si užili prázdniny a aby se vám nic nestalo. Možná už jste všichni slyšeli o té 13. leté holce která se na lyžáku se školou zabila. A to měla helmu!
Tak tedy ahoj. Nebo spíš jak by řekl Oromis: Ať vaše meče zůstanou ostré

Úryvek z Eldunarí. Promiňte, že je anglický, ale já to nebudu překládat. Je to moc dlouhé

4. února 2011 v 12:04
"We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it." -Che Guavara
Chapter One: The Wake of Destruction
Eragon Shadeslayer looked out at the bleak battlefield tiredly. The city of Feinster was in ruins, charred and drenched with blood. Twisted lumps of wood and stone stood in the place of houses and bodies clogged the streets, choking the city with their cold, gray hands and wide, lifeless eyes. Thick crimson blood flowed sluggishly through the streets in bright rivers.
"It will take a long time for Feinster to recover." A soft voice whispered. Arya came to stand beside Eragon, her green eyes dull with fatigue and sorrow. A dark trail of bruises ringed her neck where the Shade Varaug had nearly killed her.
"Aye." Eragon agreed wearily. "The people who live here will have to struggle for many years to rebuild their lives." He turned his gaze to the ragged band of survivors and prisoners. The Varden treated them relatively well, but the townspeople still glared at the conquering soldiers with hate and fury. Some of the surrendered soldiers had joined the Varden, however, bolstering confidence among the rebels. But to Eragon's eyes, all happiness quickly drowned itself in the tide of sorrow that accompanied the victory.
While the Varden fought at Feinster, the elves attacked Gil' ead, one of the Empire's military strongholds, in an attempt to stop thousands of soldiers from joining the main body of the Empire's army. While the elves struggled below, the ancient Rider Oromis and his dragon Glaedr revealed themselves to the world for the first time in one hundred years. Though Glaedr's heart of hearts, Eragon and Saphira watched as their teachers engaged Murtagh and Thorn in a deadly aerial battle. When it seemed that Murtagh's defeat was eminent, Galbatorix seized control of the minds of his Rider and dragon, using his skill to slay Oromis and a grief- stricken Glaedr.
Eragon pushed down his sorrow, desperately trying to avoid the grief that swelled in his thoughts. Oromis was dead, and even worse, it was Murtagh who killed him. Murtagh. The grief in Eragon's heart redoubled, threatening to overwhelm him.
Little one. Saphira murmured. Eragon looked down from his perch on the castle walls, meeting Saphira's sorrowful blue eyes. Don't be so sad. Oromis would have wanted us to carry on.
I know. Was all Eragon could manage. Arya touched his arm gently, her eyes meeting his. Eragon could see tears swimming there, threatening to spill over as they had when the elf first heard of Oromis's demise.
Answering the unspoken question, Eragon hugged Arya briefly, cradling her to his chest. After the defeat of Varaug, the elf princess had become more comfortable with close contact.
"Come." Eragon said after a moment. "Blodhgarm is waiting below, and we need to consult Nasuada for our next move." The two slowly walked down the stairs to the courtyard, leaning on eachother for support. They were both still weak from the trauma they endured while fighting Varaug. Saphira was waiting, her glittering body curled neatly on the stone courtyard.
Blodhgarm and his elves are inside the castle, with Lady Nasuada. Saphira reported. They are discussing plans to send us to Gil' ead. She snorted. As if we would miss the burial.
Will you join us? Eragon asked.
Yes, little one. I can still fit through that hole I made at the balcony. Saphira spread her great wings. Why don't you and Arya ride with me? She offered. Shadeslayers shouldn't have to walk up and endless flight of stairs, especially since one is an elf and the other is a Dragon Rider.
Thank you. Eragon replied gratefully. I don't think I can walk another step, let alone those blasted stairs. He climbed nimbly on the saddle and extended his hand to Arya, who stood below, looking unsure.
Arya hesitated. That is too high an honor for me, Bjartskular. She said. I am not your Rider, and it is not absolutely necessary for me to ride you. A few stairs won't kill me.
Bah. Saphira snorted, releasing a puff of smoke while flames flickered in her nostrils. You carried my egg for fifteen years and sent me to Eragon and saved his life more than once. I am in your debt, and you are part of my family, my nest. She snorted again. Too high of an honor? Nonsense. I will fly you up to Lady Nasuada if I have to carry you in my claws.
Wearing a slight smile, Arya accepted Eragon's hand and leaped into the saddle behind Eragon. Beating her massive wings twice, Saphira gathered her muscles and jumped, tearing deep gouges in the stone. Eragon's stomach lurched at the sudden jump, tingling slightly. Powered by Saphira's mighty wingbeats, the three were soon over a thousand feet in the air, gazing down at the burnt city and the Varden.
Warriors scuttled to and fro through the streets, the size of mere beetles from so high. Tents were pitched outside the city and soldiers streamed in and out constantly, getting supplies and what not. Their armor flashed dully in the weak light, for the clouds were thick and covered the sun in their gray tendrils. Saphira began to lazily drift down, circling above the tower where Nasuada sat, no doubt in a heated debate over Eragon's future. The sizable hole Saphira had left when she crashed through the balcony had been covered but a sheet of leather to protect the tower's occupants from the elements. With a hiss of irritation, Saphira swiped her blue paw and it, tearing the leather from the roof and tossing it carelessly to the ground. She landed with a heavy thump and Eragon heard the timber structure of the place groan under her weight.
"Ah, you've arrived." Nasuada said dryly. Since she had ridden into the city, the leader of the Varden had taken Lady Lorana's chambers for her own, as was the custom of the conqueror. Today she was wearing a dress of deep, royal purple trimmed with golden lace. Her arms were nearly healed from the Trial of the Long Knives. Jewels glittered on her ears and in her hair.
"Shadeslayers, Brightscales." Blodhgarm murmured respectfully. The furred elf looked weary and sorrowful, like all the others who had known Oromis and Glaedr and mourned them. If only they knew that Glaedr lived on inside his Eldunarí, how great their rejoicing would be. But of course, the secret of the Eldunarí must remain secret, as it had for thousands of years.
"Eragon, as you probably know, one of the elves under Queen Islanzadí ran here from Gil' ead, arriving yesterday. After running for four days without stopping, I gave him a day to rest, and he informed me that Queen Islanzadí has invited you and Saphira to attend the funeral for your mentors. Arya, she had commanded that you stay, to protect the Varden in the event of an attack."
Arya's green eyes clouded. "Very well." She said stiffly. "I shall remain here."
"I will attend the funeral." Eragon informed Nasuada. "That is, if I have your permission."
"This is where we have a problem." Blodhgarm rumbled. His yellow eyes flashed dangerously at the leader of the Varden. "Lady Nasuada is reluctant to let you leave the Varden now, when they are preparing to march to Beltona."
"What if Murtagh and Thorn attack us? If their monstrous strength is indeed derived from Eldunarí, then we have no chance of surviving an attack. We would crumble and blow away like leaves in the wind." Nasuada defended herself. "I can't afford to send you and Saphira all the way to Gil' ead, what with it taking five days to run here."
"Murtagh and Thorn are in no shape to attack us." Eragon assured Nasuada. "The wounds Glaedr dealt Thorn are extensive, and it will take at least another week for some of them to heal, even with magic."
"Really?" Nasuada raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Explain, please."
Glaedr bit of the last three feet of Thorn's tail. Saphira supplied. And the magic he cast at Thorn to repel him was great indeed, for it broke Galatorix's spell and sent Thorn several hundred feet. The force cracked several ribs, I'm sure, as well as caused some inside bleeding. Not to mention the other bites, gashes, and bruises inflicted upon him. No, Thorn will not be active for the next week or so. But I see no need to go. I'll carry Eragon there and fly back myself. Besides, she sniffed; dragons do not hold lengthy, pointless burials for our kind. We burn the body and are done with our sorrow.
"Well, that solves that problem." Nasuada sighed. "As for the elves to accompany you, how many can you carry, Saphira?"
I can carry three of four, besides Eragon, but traveling will be painfully slow. Saphira warned. I'll take Blodhgarm, I think. He is powerful enough to aid in a serious battle and repel all but the strongest opponents.
"You honor me, Brightscales." The blue- furred elf murmured.
You elves and your foolish honor. Saphira snorted disdainfully, smoke streaming from her nostrils. You make life so complicated with your bowing and your customs.
Arya smiled slightly, stifling a chuckle behind her hand. Even Eragon, as consumed with grief as he was, cracked a lopsided grin. Blodhgarm just looked mildly confused.
When I return, I will also allow Arya to ride my back in the guise of whomever she wishes, to fool the Empire. An enormous blue eye lowered to gaze at Nasuada. But, I will not leave Eragon in Gil' ead for more than a fortnight. If such a time span passes and he has not returned to me, I will go look for him, not matter what you say.
"Unless I command you otherwise." Nasuada said confidently, her black hair rippling as she squared her shoulders. "Remember, you swore an oath of fealty to me."
Saphira growled warningly. Do not presume to hold power over me. did not swear any oath to you, Nightstalker. Eragon's promises do not bind me. Where my Eragon is concerned, I will do as I please. His life is far more valuable to me than the entire Varden. Also, do not think yourself so powerful as to command a dragon. We are an ancient, proud race who answer to no one we don't respect, unless forced so by black magic. I could easily eat you in one swallow. It is only because Eragon respects you that I respect you. Saphira showed her long, thick fangs.
"Duly noted." Nasuada said faintly, awed by Saphira's frightening statement. She could easily wreak havoc among the Varden with her fire and teeth and claws. "If Eragon doesn't return within a fortnight, you may search for him."
Good. Saphira swung her head to face Arya. As I said, you have my permission to ride upon my back whenever you wish.
"Thank you, Saphira. It would be my hon-" Arya was cut off by a warning hiss. "Pleasure."
Perfect. Saphira faced Eragon next, fixing her Rider in her bright gaze. Don't do anything foolish, little one.
Saphira, we haven't left yet. Eragon told her, slightly bemused.
I know, but by reminding you, perhaps I can impress on you the idea that staying safe is actually a good thing.
"When do you want us to leave?" Eragon asked of Nasuada. "The Varden still could use our help repairing and fortifying Feinster."
"You will leave tomorrow at dawn." Nasuada informed him. "Islanzadí wants you there as quickly as you can get there. For the remainder of the day, you are to help fortify Feinster. No one must know you're leaving, and you must leave Saphira at the ruins of Carvahall. Do you understand?"
"But why Carvahall?" Arya asked curiously. Saphira nodded in agreement, her tail twitching anxiously. Through their link, Eragon felt her uneasiness at leaving him so far from Gil' ead and other protection. Eragon sent soothing thoughts to her quickly.
"Because Galbatorix expects us to fly right to Gil' ead, so he's probably set all sorts of traps to alert him of our presence, should we attempt a direct approach. I can make it in myself, with Blodhgarm, relatively undetected."
"Relatively?" Nasuada gazed at Eragon unblinkingly.
"There is the possibility of spells that detect powerful magicians." Eragon admitted. "I've read about them in Oromis's scrolls. However, in the presence of elves, the strongest spellcasters in Alagaesia, these traps will be all but useless."
The leader of the Varden nodded, satisfied. "I can pass your absence off as a mission to Dras Leona." She said. "That is believable, since that is one of the Varden's targets."
"It's plausible." Arya agreed. Her green eyes flicked over to Eragon. "Funerals among elves are incredibly emotional." She cautioned. "To lose even one elf is a tragedy to our people, but ones as old and respected Oromis and Glaedr… Ah." Arya shook her head mournfully, tossing her raven hair. "The grief will be overwhelming." Tears glistened in her eyes again.
Eragon felt to urge to reach over and hug her, but he was aware of the searching gazes from both Nasuada and Blodhgarm.
Saphira suddenly twisted around and bellowed a deafening challenge to an invisible foe. Nasuada yelled and leaped from her chair, facing the balcony tensely, while Blodhgarm bounded to the open hole in the wall, searching the sky. Seizing the opportunity, Eragon bushed Arya's hand, squeezing it comfortingly before returning it to its former position on Brisingr's pommel.
"Bjartskular, what was that?" Blodhgarm demanded. His black- blue fur bristled in alarm. "There is no one out there.
I thought perhaps I saw Thorn in the distance, but now I remember that he is in no condition to fly. Saphira replied placidly. My mistake.
"I shall go make preparations with my comrades." Blodhgarm announced, allowing his fur to lie flat upon his shoulders. "No doubt they will want to join in the mourning too. Mirrors can be arranged so they might participate." The furry elf bowed in the fashion of his race and quickly strode away, using an odd sloping gait, like a wolf. Nasuada raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing through Blodhgarm's ruse to hide his embarrassment.
"Well, Eragon, I bid you farewell and will meet you here in a fortnight. We can prepare our march to Beltona then." Nasuada dismissed them with a wave of her hand. As he mounted Saphira, Eragon saw her crumple into her chair and lean back, exhausted. A twinge of pity tugged Eragon's heart.
I would hate being responsible for so many lives. Even one life is almost too much for me. He said to himself.
Ah, but little one, leading is part of your destiny. Saphira said gently. It shapes your future, and the future of all of Alagaesia.
Eragon remained silent, troubled by Saphira's words. Alagaesia didn't need another immortal leader. Hadn't Galbatorix already proved that?
He spotted Roran below, commanding his warriors to move heavy logs into place to form a wall. Eragon smiled slightly. It had been a good idea on Nasuada's part to put Roran directly under her command. Roran would do whatever he pleased to protect those under his command, but so would Nasuada, so Eragon's brave, slightly foolish cousin had no reason to disobey. In the six days since the battle, the Varden had recovered swiftly, quickly proving their mettle to the Empire.
"What's bothering you?" Arya asked Eragon quietly, her green eyes searching his face.
"Nothing." Eragon muttered. Arya would think him foolish. "What's bothering you?" He challenged the elf.
Arya paused, blinking owlishly. "I am worried." She confessed. "Oromis and Glaedr matched Murtagh and Thorn in strength until the very end, when Galbatorix intervened, and then the Black King was able to slay them in a matter of minutes. I fear his power is too much for us to handle; you the elves, everyone. With Murtagh, maybe we could overcome him, but if he hatches the last egg, we are doomed." She shook her head. "Ah, such trouble thoughts often accompany a loss. I knew Oromis well; he comforted me when Mother rejected me. He stopped me from doing something I might have greatly regretted." Eragon felt wetness on the back of his neck. Arya was crying again.
"I am sorry for upsetting you, Arya." Eragon apologized in the ancient language. "I'm hurting now, too, and I think that maybe you might be right. Without Oromis, our only hope is if Murtagh frees himself from Galbatorix's control, and I don't see that happening. So I will probably have to kill him, and I don't think I can. He's my brother, and he was a very good friend." Eragon's voice broke. "I still consider him family."
"Oh, Eragon." Arya murmured. "I'm so sorry."
Eragon, you don't have to kill him. You can capture him, and help him find away to beat Galbatorix's oaths. Saphira added. She sent a wave of affection through their link.
Comforted, Eragon allowed the conversation to lapse into a companionable silence. With Saphira and Arya, he felt comfortable and relaxed. Roran didn't see what Eragon's qualms about killing Murtagh were about, and Orik wanted Murtagh's blood. All his family, real and adopted, wanted him to slay his brother, half- brother, but still his brother.
"Eragon, something puzzles me greatly, but it is a very personal question. Do I have your permission to ask it?" Arya said after a short time. Saphira was circling lazily now, reluctant to land and once again by put to use ripping up trees and flying them into place.
"Of course." Eragon gave his permission almost instantly. He trusted Arya with his life.
I can answer what he refuses to. Saphira supplied.
Thanks, Saphira.
That's what I'm here for, little one.
"Why is your heart so gentle and kind?" Arya asked bluntly.
"What I mean is that you've seen so many awful, cruel, twisted things in the world, and yet you balk at killing. In the battlefield you are a terror, I admit, but you have a habit of sparing the lives of those who could be dangerous to you. Sloan, for example. And the soldiers during the siege. You could have slaughtered them like rats, yet you urged them to surrender. Why? I can understand the reason for your desire to save Murtagh, but those soldiers?"
Eragon sighed. "I am not a hard man." He said after a moment. "Roran is hard, Murtagh is hard. Brom was hard, Morzan was hard, my uncle Garrow was hard, and from what I know of my mother, she was hard as well. They all can or could kill someone who is or may become a threat. Roran killed some guards in the north, Murtagh killed the slaver Tokenbrand, Brom slew Morzan and several others, Morzan himself was a monster, Selena was the original Black Hand, and if me or Roran were in any kind of danger, we knew without a doubt Garrow would do anything to protect us. And yet, I am a soft- hearted fool who is tormented by those he kills." Eragon said bitterly.
"So you spare the lives of others to save yourself from the torment that follows?"
Eragon shook his head in frustration. "No! I don't know why I spare the lives of those people. I am not a king, or a god. Why should I become their executioner? I am a simple farm boy, not a merciless killer!" By the end of his tirade, he was shouting.
Little one, you are not a farm boy anymore. Saphira reminded him gently. But neither are you a merciless killer. The Riders were a powerful force in Alagaesia, that is true, but they did not slaughter needlessly. Roran feels regret after he kills, and Murtagh probably does too. Morzan was a twisted individual and Brom… well, Brom was just crazy.
"I'm sorry for bringing this up, Eragon- fineral." Arya apologized. "It interested me… I look at you, a being neither a human nor elf, not a farmer but not a soldier… you are a unique person. Forgive me."
Eragon sighed. "It's not your fault I feel this way." He looked gloomily out over the destruction. "I feel alone." He confessed. "All the other Riders are either evil, under Galbatorix's control, or dead. When Oromis was alive, I could talk to him and ask him for advice. Now he's dead." The bitter edge returned to Eragon's voice. "Glaedr hasn't woken since he lost Oromis. I am alone."
That is something we must do. Saphira growled fiercely. I understand how painful it must be for Glaedr to lose the partner- of- his mind- and- heart, but we need him now. You and I shall awaken him tonight, before you leave.
It is necessary, little one. You know this.
"Eragon, I am sorry to have brought up such a painful subject. Since I won't see you for a while.." The elf hesitated, looking unsure. "I'll miss you, Eragon Shadeslayer." She hugged him briefly.
"And I you, Arya Shadeslayer." Eragon replied teasingly, his anger forgotten in the sweet scent of her hair. He returned the hug. Arya looked at him with her beautiful green eyes.
"Try not to get yourself killed." She murmured, a smile tugging at her lips.
Yes, Eragon. Danger follows you like dwarves to gold. Saphira agreed as she landed with a thump. I need to eat, but I will join you to help with constructing the wall around Feinster. She told him. Her great blue eyes swiveled to gaze at him. Tonight, we bring Glaedr out of his misery.
Good. Now hurry. Roran is coming here as we speak, will some laborious task for you. She spread her wings again and took off, leaving Eragon on the ground. Arya had already departed. Roran was indeed loping towards his cousin, a puzzled look on his face. He couldn't understand the sorrow in Eragon's eyes. No one could, except Saphira, and she had flown away. He was utterly alone in the wake of destruction.
Master Oromis…. Eragon despaired, hiding his thoughts from Saphira. Why did you leave me alone?

Omlovám se, že to je anglicky. Je to moc dlouhé na to, aby jsem to přeložila a navíc nejsem zrovna nejlepší v angličtině :D I já jsem s tim měla trochu problémy, ale poradila jsem si. Pokud neumíte anglicky skoro nic, tak si to přeložte tady. Neni to zrovna nejpřesnější překlad, ale aspoň něco :D

Dračí Jezdci

4. února 2011 v 11:13
Dragon Riders

(Tento článek je z mé knihy! Eragon - Průvodce po Alagaësii. Všechno je to jako, že to psal Eragon a mě se to nechce měnit, takže nezmatkujte :D Můj otec neni Brom xD Yaké tam Eragon mluví jakoby na vás. To radši ignorujte :D)

Dračí jezdec nemůže nikdy odpočívat, dokud v zemi panuje bezpráví. To aspoň tvrdil můj otec Brom. Máme být opatrovníky míru, ne válečníky; naší povinností je stát mezi světlem a temnotou a udržovat mezi nimi rovnováhu. Proto je každý Jezdec podroben přísnému výcviku, který má upevnit sílu jeho ducha i těla. Dále uvádím některé věci, jež pomáhají Jezdcům naplňovat jejich poslání.

Výcvik Jezdce by měl začít co nejdříve po vilíhnutí draka, i když mírné zpoždění je ve tvém případě nevyhnutelné. Naučíš se, jak a kdy používat kouzla, meč a další dovednosti, například jak naplnit hmotu energií. Naučíš se číst a psát ve starověkém jazyce a požívat jej bez přemýšlení. Budeš meditovat, dokud nedokážeš cítit všechny živé bytosto kolem sebe. Jakmile zvládneš tyto nesnadné úkoly, naučíme tě citlivě používat kouzla. Budeš vědět, jak zabít a přitom spotřebovat jen tolik energie, kolik vyžaduje pohyb prstem, jak vytáhnout energii z okolí a jak nejvíce znásobnit svou sílu. Tvůj drak projde stejně náročným výcvikem jako ty a bude se mimo jiné učit vytrvalosti, dračím tradicím a boji ve vzduchu.

Řada postojů, původně sloužící elfům jako příprava k boji. Mnozí z nich dnes využívají k udržení zdraví a pěstování zdatnosti.

Když dokončíš výcvik, dostaneš meč s čepelí, která ladí s barvou tvého draka. Podle tradice by tvůj meč ukovala elfská kovářka Rhunön ze zářoceli, což je ruda z meteoru, který kdysi spadl na zem. Zářocel je pevnější, tvrdší a pružnější než obyčejný kov. Až sůj meč pojmenuješ, bude označen příslušným glyfem ve starověkém jazyce.

červený meč: Zar´roc (utrpení, meč Morzana)
modrý meč: Brisingr (oheň, meč Eragona)

Dragon Riders swords
Tato značka se objeví tehdy, když se Jezdec poprvé dotkne svého draka. Jezdci pak zpravidla směrují svou sílu rukou, na které mají gedwëy ignesia.

Pouto, které se utvořilo mezi tebou a tvým drakem, z tebe dělá Dračího jezdce. Vaše duše a samotná vaše identita se propojují na prvopočáteční úrovni. Časem toto spojení změní vás oba: ty se staneš silnějším a krásnějším, zatímco tvůj rozumější přístup zmírní některé z divočejších vlastností tvého draka.

Chystám se.

2. února 2011 v 17:52
Chystám se přidat na tento blog pár obrázků které jsem nakreslila. Nejsou to žádná mistrovská díla, takže to prosím nekomentujte nějak hnusně. Snažím se, ale kreslení... možná je a možná taky ne... neni moje silná stránka. No ale dám to i tak sem.

Knižní nápis Eragon
Knižní nápis Eldest
Knižní nápis Brisingr

Katrina (Roranova manželka)
a Brom se "svojí!!!" dračicí Safirou (Brom se Safirou jsou jen hlavy s černým pozadím!)

Celé jsem to kreslila tuhou až na to, že ty nápisy jsem vybarvila stejnýma  barvama jakou mají ty knihy (doufám, že to chápete xD).
Chystám se i nakreslit Aryu s Islanzadí a ještě Murtagha, Oromise, Glaedra, Šruikana, Nasuadu, Galbatorixe, atd..., ale Eragona se Safirou kreslit nebudu. Mohla bych vám skazit vaše představy a to já u nich dvou rozhodně nechci!!! Doufám, že mě chápete.

Tak děkuji a ahoj!

P.S.:Dneska už asi nic nepřidám. Nwm... možná jo, ale asi se budu muset učit. Zítra sem přidám naposledy před jarníma prázdninama. Po ja. prázdninách sem přidám slovníček (starověkého jazyka) z... mno. Můžete si vybrat z jakého dílu. Do komentářů pište, z jakého dílu chcete slovníček. Můžu ze všech knih, ale nemůžu z Eldunarí, protože ještě nevyšlo.



2. února 2011 v 17:39
Spekuluje se o tom, že Eldunarí vyjde už v únoru!!! To znamená, že to co nevidět vyjde! Taky jste tak natěšení????????????????? Už se nemůžu dočkat!!!


31. ledna 2011 v 16:38
Alagaësie je domovem celé řady rozličných zvířat, od nejmenších tvorů v Du Wldenvarden až po obrovská zvířata Beorských hor...

ŠRRGN, nebo také obří vlci, patří mezi pětici tvorů, kteří se vyskytují jenom v Beorských horách. Jsou to obrovská zvířata, vysoká jako koně, která mají tlapy velké jako štíty a tesáky jako šavle. 
stopa šrrga je široká jako obě moje dlaně dohromdy a na palec hluboká.

FANGHUROVÉ, známí také jako vzdušné zmije, jsou vzácná stvoření podobná drakům. Přestože nejsou tak inteligentní jako draci ani neumí chrlit oheň, při délce skoro dvaceti stop představují mocné nepřátele. Loví tak, že kořist nejprve ochromí silou své mysli a teprve pak zabijí.


Jeskynní medvědi, kterým trpaslíci říkají a urzhadn a elfové beorya (a po nichž pojmenovali Beorské hory), jsou velcí skoro jako dům. Pozor - jejich zahnuté drápy a chňapající zuby se pohybují smrtící rychlostí! Nagra, obří kanec, měří ještě víc než šrrgn. Jeho kly jsou delší než lidské předloktí a jeho rypák je široký jako moje hlava. Jen ti nejudatnější trpaslíci se odváží lovit nagry a podávají je při hostinách n apočest nejstatečnějších hrdinů.

V dobách slávy Jezdců byli vnímaví kočkodlaci, schopní měnit svou podobu, stejně pověstní jako draci a často byli společníky králů a elfů. Zdá se, že kočkodlaci vždycky přesně vědí, co se v 
Alagaësii děje, a zaplétají se do těch nejvýznamnějších událostí. Zřídkakdy nabízejí pomoc, ale když už to udělají, neměl bys ji odmítnout. Nevěnovat pozornost kočkodlakovi je vrcholem hlouposti a takové rozhodnutí by pro tebe mohlo být osudné...
Eragon na jednoho kočkodlaka narazil v Teirmu s Bromem. Byl tam ještě s čarodějnicí Angelou, která žije už mnoho let a díky lektvarům stále obnovuje své mladí!
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