Legacy Saga Archive

ooc to the dreads please post ariving, you goten a note to tell you where to travel and when so there is no acident clashes cuting eachother up ;), then come down to the soldier camp where we asume beeing breefed before planing how to strike back some of us to distract the wt wy and aid our forces, while the rest help the forces retreat under cover *s* M'bela looked at the note, this was not happening, she needed to do half a dousin other things in preparance of what plans Semirhage had asumingly with Sammael by what she had understood. And above all, why hadnt they been warned, what was happening within the black ajah, she would be sure she would wring some necks if …

Welcome one and all to the new boards, as you can see they are not that different to some of the off site OOC boards each Div has. Hopefully this will help smooth over any problems with the move....so enjoy yourselves, and try not to break the boards too often Owen Incarn DRPSW

As the class filed in around her, Estel internalized her mirth at the irony of the situation. She was to teach this group of no doubt brilliant women, weighted down what was expected of them. Bitter laughter was once again smothered for the sake of “Aes Sedai decorum”, the very words being ironic in this particular Blue Sister’s head. Light, if these girls struggled with expectations now, how would they fare as Sisters? Would they snap as she had? Or were they made of sterner stuff? When she stood up, preparing to begin the class, she was comforted by the hush that fell over the class. Apparently her reputation preceded her and there was no need to remind them w…

So, we've got a RP with some Blue Witches coming up, and I'm wondering who wants to be in it? Maybe we could make it a der'Algai special project? :) A Clash of Interests Setting: Cairhien Time Period: About a year before Dumai’s Wells The Crime) About two months before she is arrested in Cairhien, 16 year-old Brianna Pryan flees Amador, closely pursued by the Children. She is charged with blasphemeing by touching the One Power and the murder of Roman Fliance, an officer in the Children of the Light. Brianna, a street urchin forced into prostitution by her poverty flees from one of the city’s inns. The innkeeper, the next morning, f…

With the move and everything else I'm confused. Not a suprise.. But what I would like to know, is the CoL a part of the Freelanders?? As I can have only one char in the FL div and I'm already making a Sea Folk, but was thinking of returning with my long lost CoL, Sheir Caral, or making a totally new one. But before I do either... well I need to know if I can. Thanks a bunch!

It was one of those rare days when everything was right with the world, the sun was shining, and the sky was that impossible shade of blue, and Owen could just see how clear it was through the leaves on front of his window. As he lay there, contemplating the forthcoming day, a large, female, white wolf padded into the room and climbed onto the bed. Thankfully it was a large, well built bed, and Owen smiled as Ice lay down besides him, her pale blue eyes regarding him. “Yes I know Ice, there is not time to lounge here doing nothing, but it is too nice a day to be rushing about.” Later that morning, Owen emerged from his tree house and made his way to the Ranger trainin…

For all the world he felt like a peacock, and rightly so. His silk coat was a bright viridian blue, awash with a veritable sea of silver scrollwork and embroidery. The soft lace at cuff and collar forming the foam of freshly broken waves. He wore his hair in a rich, honey coloured braid down his back, tied with a black silk bow to match the equally dark silk sash wrapped around his waist. Fortunately his black breeches were, by comparison, plain, even if richly cut and sewn. They gathered just below the knee and fit snugly into snow-white socks which continued into shoes that glittered like well polished ebony with sparkling silver burnished buckles. The hadori at his bro…

It was like a déjà -vu. Back on back with his brother again, katanas bared, the ringing of cold steel clanging around them, cutting the silence that suddenly had fallen on the outskirts of the Warders Yard as though already foreboding what was to come on this quiet rainy day only the dark deep-hanging clouds casting their shadows on the lands beneath making the slopes of Dragonmount invisible shrouded in shadowy fog, only adding to the fearsome appearance of the mountain whose rising was as unnatural as the story circling around its origin. Dorian didn´t even register the now heavy rain making his clothes sudden from the light coat he was wearing to his very smallcl…

~Dilora~ Andor, and Caemlyn, lay behind them now, the gates dwindling in distant memory as the future drew them on. Open fields grew more crowded, as stands of trees worked into small forests, meandering rivers and roads the head to Lugard. Murandy. The journey had passed relatively peacefully, punctuated by birdsong and other frivolous niceties that jarred with her second morning head of the week. She really shouldn’t try to out-drink people younger than her. Dilora had a good capacity for ale, but it didn’t match her younger companion, even when she had a stomach full of good stew and sweet pastry. Wanting to make sure the lad was well fed for at least some…

Boredom. A Novice wasn’t supposed to be able to feel boredom. A Novice was supposed to relish in the minimal amount of free time she was given, not sit around staring at her porridge and wondering what in the Light she was going to do with an entire freeday ahead of her. Estel sighed. Carise was gone, so visiting with her mentor was out of the question. So far, Carise was about the only Sister Estel got along with and even then... a Red was a Red. The few friends she had used to have in her first years as a Novice had all been raised and she barely talked to them now. Randomly showing up to “hang out” would be incredibly awkward for both and would result in a…

How hard could it be to raise a family? Women had done it since the beginning of time; despite the dangers of giving birth and lack of proper medical care, despite poverty and hardship on a massive scale, despite disasters both natural and unnatural and the ravages of war, they had somehow borne enough children to sustain the population across countless centuries. All it took to bring new life into the world was a roll in the hay. Her own father had been of dubious character even for a son of House Damodred and her mother hadn’t had two coppers to rub together; if unlettered and penniless commoners like her long-ago mother could raise a child fit to become Aes Sedai, she …

“Now in your last lesson in the Dream world you were taught how to jump from place to place, but only on line of sight, tonight we are going to expand on that lesson and you are going to learn to jump to places you have been before and know well. We will start off with somewhere obvious, the stables in the Stedding.” Aleeza wrinkled her nose, slightly, at this, and Owen knew full well she was not fond of the smell of theStables, which is why he had picked the stables. “Now, the first thing you have to do is picture the stables in your mind, build up the picture until you can actually see the stables, then step into the stables. It sounds more daunting than it actually…

M'bela walked into the class room, she looked at the dark cold room placed in the basement of the fortress, it had been readied as she had wanted. There where not always friendlyness between beasts and geting hold of remains was not that hard. As well the walls of this room where lined with skulls of trollocs and other beeings, it was a room to teach biological subjects in. She looked at the two dead trollocs, the cold helped preserve them, they would be a couple days old. Luckily there where good airing down here hindering a too foul smell. She every now and then found herself back here for periods of weeks, months or years teaching others like her who had been disc…

OOC: For those of you who didn't sign up, feel free to jump in. For future reference, I'll be posting sign-up sheets at the SG offsite boards (http://www.shayol-ghul.com. IC: His nearly jovial appearance unmistakable, Thom Malard was waiting patiently for his latest pupils on the grass outside the fortress. This latest batch of students would not be the first to be trained by him, though he preferred to keep to his library. So much knowledge stored in those tomes was wasted. However, it was prudent to teach these students how to fight channelers. No doubt they would be fighting the Aes Sedai and those new Asha’man when the Great Lord broke free. The Shadow went…

It was another hot, clear day, the blue of the sky unspoilt by any sign of clouds, and the way the temperature was rising, it was obviously not going to be a day for working in the forge. But, Amon did not mind that, he was happy to get away from all the light blasted paper work and do something he loved. Working with metal had come easy to Amon, although he did not realise that, but the Smith who had been his first Master had been impressed by his ability, and the way he could work the metal. From his first Master, Amon had worked with two others, always achieving the goals they set him and then he had opened his own smithy and had forged a good reputation for his work. …

Im sorry if I sound kindof naive but ive never done Role Playing before. I dont realy understand how to do anything. It would be nice to make a friend(s) who could help me out anytime.

The sky was cloudless but the new moon brought no light. By starlight devious deeds were done. In hushed tones and rasping whispers the tree tops spoke to each other eerily as twilight winds brushed them. Dark robes pulled tight against the cold, the young man drifted and flickered through the yards like smoke and shadow. Against the harmony of insects a distant nightingale sang out a sonorous nocturne. His breath misted in the cool, crisp air of the night. Darkness held no fear for him. He was a Child of the Light. The Creator’s hand would guide him and deliver him. His orders, the whispers, were memorised. Calen had been given his instructions in that curious way a…

It had been three days from the wonderful wedding ceremony and celebration and Arette still glowed with the inner happiness of a newly wed... and a very satisfied woman. Now that glow was however dimmed by an annoyed grimace as she crawled on her hands and knees through a dog door sized Gateway that connected Helena's garden to Telcia's residence in Ebou Dar. It would be a never ending source of frustration to her that she was too weak in Spirit to Travel properly. Her demeanour brightened as she turned to look back at her daughters and urged them to walk through and come to her. At least they didn't have to bend to get through. She hugged them for a moment before closing…

ooc: surprise! let's have fun old school style! ic: Light but where had this miracle of traveling been when he and Kit had been on horses for months?!? Here he was now, in Ebou Dar, and only a few days ago he stood in Illian at Con and Arette's wedding. It was unfathomable. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked Kit for the fifth or sixth time. She was scribbling busily in a book, so much so she'd forgotten the sandwhich he'd brought to her an hour ago, two bites taken out of the sad looking thing all dried now. Her answer was just a nod and a wave of the hand, but through the bond she was all but throwing him out the door. Ragan sighed but in truth…

It had been a long and frustrating morning for Amon, he had been helping to drill a new squad of Cavalry recruits, and they had been as inept a bunch as he had ever come across. So much so that Amon had sent the entire squad on a run around the outside of the Citadel, the first of them were approaching the main gate and were starting to slow down. “What do you think you are doing recruit? Did I tell you to stop?” The unfortunate recruit did not know what to do, come to attention and answer Amon or carry on running, eventually he decided to carry on running, but made the mistake of saluting Amon. “What is that hand doing there recruit, did I ask you to smack your…

Shealyn exited the enrollment tent intent on exploring this place that was now her new home. She went by the stables and checked out the unclaimed mounts. She did not know much about horse flesh but one animal did catch her eye. It was a well made quarter horse, the type of animal good for the light cavalry. A resplendant white mare with thick flowing mane and tail, no other color but white could be seen on her and her eyes were pink. The animal was what her uncle had once described as an albino. A great stag such as that had run the forset not far from her uncles house but her uncle never hunted the creature, he said it was to rare and special to kill. Shealyn steppe…

OOC: I will be not be grading on whether or not you can do the tasks set forth, but by how well you RP them. I expect most of you to have some trouble with these things, unless you are already fully Aes Sedai, and even then, not all sisters have a high skill level. The tasks are meant to be ICly challenging for you. I will also be posting the required elemental and skill levels neccessary to do each lesson. I think that you will each enjoy this class, and I hope that you can have some fun with it. IC: Muirenn adjusted the red-fringed shawl on her shoulders before walking into the first day of her Creativity with the One Power class. While it was certainly not t…

Aiel DL Approval: Yes Shayol Ghul DL Approval: Yes THE TROLLOC RAID The Aiel enter the Blight Background: Trollocs have been entering the Dying Grounds for seemingly no reason at all. Their attacks have been more and more frequent as of late. Whether led by a Chosen or simply acting out of their own Fades commands. A handful of Aiel warriors from the Dragonmount Clan have agreed to enter the blight under the guidance of Sullynn, the Thunder Walker Society Leader, Cenn; the Mountain Dancer Society Leader, and Cor; the Stone Dogs Society Leader. Accompanied with them is not an army, rather a select few of some of the most renowned and experienced fighters of t…

Aslan slowly tread his way through the dark, it would still be a couple hours to dawn. Never the less the clues had to be placed now. Slowly positioning his horse against the rock then climbing up into the sadle, he dared not ride in the dark, but he needed something to stand on to reach things not to have to climb them himself. He placed the note on the high rock and placed a log with a flag ontop of it. Well down again he slowly let the horse slip down into the water of the river and held on to the sadle as he swum over the river. He where wraped in the void to avoid feeling cold. He where up in the sadle again and fastened a red ribon in the tree, then looked ahead…

hey, im trying to enter a bio on a char for RPing and i was wondering, what is the timeframe for the Wolfkin RP? Is it before the AoL? After the book series? Need answers as soon as possible

Demetrius Schezar woke on this cold, gray morning with a slight film of sweat on his face. He hadn't much sleep but instead had kept awake most of the night with memories of old days now long past. Memories of his Soldier days when he had formed a group of young ones with the goal of becoming the elite of the Black Tower. Memories of Dumai's Wells and the destruction he had wrought there. Memories of the dead. His wife. The woman he met afterwards. They would never leave his dreams, forever tormenting his soul. He rose out of his bed and the dark sky out his window promised little sunshine that would fail to stay for long. He reached for saidin and grasped it, the har…

Wraith immediately flew from his shoulder when Ayrik stepped outside the Fortress and onto the green grass that seemed to defy the surrounding Blight. Smiling, Ayrik watched the young raven circle the training compound as he descended the stairs. Handling instruction of the basics of channeling was one of the few classes that were given to Adepts, and Ayrik often chose to teach the class. It allowed him to get a feel for the new recruits, to see how receptive they'd be to his manipulations, if need be. Besides, he enjoyed being outside. It wasn't long before the new recruits began to arrive. When the last had made his appearance, Ayrik settled himself to the grou…

OOC: these are my arches!! IC:A rap on the door startled her. Sitting with Ranine cross legged on her bed, they were sharing lunch and talking about classes and old scarps they got into. They were older now but not yet been tested for acceptance. This was on there minds of late because a few of the girls they were close in age and time in the tower had been tested. With whispers and sick stomachs it was told that one of there number had been lost in the arches. With a shudder they spoke of it now and the fact that Zeveria had heard others saying they they would be next in line. Zeveria put it off as foolish gossiping. Ranine did not know what to think. Getting up …

The road had been long and tiresome. There were no few amount of people standing in her way on the journey. They thought her a child, a wayward little girl running away from a tiny village hoping for bigger and better things. They were right, in a way. But they did not stop her from her goals. Sorcha would not let anyone hold her back. She supposed she did look awful young for her age. Standing just barely over five feet, she was rather slender. Her large black eyes and deep olive skin often added to her youth, instead of hindering it. She did not curse her looks, merely accepted them as they were. They meant nothing when it came to her goals—unless of course they helped …

Light, every muscle in Sahra's body ached dully and she could feel the hurt in some places she had never paid attention to. And the training wasn't even over for today. Still she was mentally very content because she was already many steps closer to her dream. The Tower Guards and Trainees had described the euphoric feeling after the training and compared it to satisfaction after... well, something she didn't know anything about yet. But what ever that was supposed to feel like, she was certain that this matched it. She couldn't remember when she had last been this pleased and happy as she headed toward the bathing spaces. It would be wonderful to submerge in the hot wate…