As Eragon dodged scraps of burning fabric that were floating through the air, he spotted Nar Garzhvog amid a knot of ten soldiers. The horned Kull appeared grotesque by the ruddy light of the flames; his lips were drawn back from his fangs, and the shadows on his heavy brow ridge gave his face a crude, brutal look, as if his skull had been hacked out of a boulder with a dull chisel. Fighting bare-handed, he grabbed a soldier and tore him limb from limb as easily as Eragon might tear apart a roast chicken.
—  Pg. 352, Inheritance
Christopher Paolini
CROSSOVER. Inheritance and Homestuck...


My new headcanons…

Alagaesia is ancient Alternia, I swear.




“Without their horns, they looked surprisingly like humans, despite the different color of their skin and their eyes.” (Page 828)




Also, the Urgals have a violent culture; they gain glory and honor through battles and killing and the like. 

I've been reading too much Inheritance

…that even my dreams are full of it.

I was at school with Roran Stronghammer, Urgals, and more men under his command. The mission, I think, is to capture my old school, Angelicum College. Our team made way to the cafeteria to terrorize the students/teachers eating there. But they paid us no heed and carried on with their lunch. One of our men seized hold of a lone man starting his lunch. The lone man scrambled out of the grip successfully. One by one, we filled the seats. A woman, companion of the frightened man, placed another plate on our table and ranted how uncivilized students are in that school, and she won’t enroll her child in Angelicum for the next school year, and left.

Our team made a small feast out of the food for two. Obviously, it is not more than enough, the Urgals forced the rest of the onlookers out of their meals. Sometime later, a girl, around 3 or 4 walked in. The intensity of her stare around the cafeteria made me certain I’m seeing Elva, the Farseer. But she has no Gedwëy ignasia. She joined our table and ravished a whole chicken by herself. No doubt she is Elva, eh?

After about an hour (because you can’t go into battle with your stomach full), we participated the battle head-on. Oddly enough as it is, my only weapon is a dagger and most of us aren’t wearing any armor. I slayed about 5 men because of their hesitation in fighting a girl. With this, I was able to jump into them and slit their throats. Filled with bloodlust, I slashed men here and there with vigor.

When the battle ceased, victory on our side, a tangle of corpses filled the campus. I noticed one of my schoolmates, Joe Ven, fought alongside us. When suddenly, 3 burly teenagers stupidly charged us. In my panic, I slit the back of Joe Ven’s neck. I didn’t know what came to me when I slew him. It was slaughter. I hated myself for it.