Legacy Saga Archive

"Okay, that's enough! The two of you are always at each other's throats, and it's getting old." With that, Mehrin stood and stalked out of the room. The door closing behind him, a wicked idea suddenly came to mind. As if he were doing nothing out of the ordinary, Mehrin drew the iron key for the door from the pouch on his belt and clicked the lock closed behind him. Renalie's eyes widened in surprise at her father's tone of voice, and when the metallic clack of the key turning in the lock rang in her ears, she wanted to run and hide in the corner. He had left her with that woman! There was no one else there, not even Aldar; just her and that woman that wanted to re…

Speed tore through the stedding like his pants were on fire. He was late for his weapons lesson with Owen, and he was trying to make up for lost time. He paid no attention to the reactions his fellows had as he ran through the village, ignoring the cheers, the laughter, and even the howling of the wolves. He had only one thing on his mind: getting to the archery range before Owen got mad as a wet hen. It wasn’t his fault that he’d lost track of time working in the stables this morning. He had been minding his own business until that girl showed up. He hadn’t meant to kiss her, and then kiss her some more until he forgot everything but the taste of her lips and the…

Hey all, Do we still have party threads going around? A newly promoted TG celebrating or maybe a nice summer/winter feast? Or just a birthday party maybe? ;) Lyv could use some fun, drinks and dance in Tar Valon. Anyone up for it? 8)

Ooc: Continued from Old Trees and New Roots Ic: The grove was as clear as it had been only the wekk before. Cairma worked Fior diligently within the grove and had given him various tasks throughout the week while holding onto the Void and learning to distiguish what he could hear and see. He was a quick stufy, but his senses lacked a certain amount of discipline, to which was of no surprise to Cairma. Fior had had an easy life until reaching the Tower and had not the need to disciple himself the way she or some others had. Pulling out the two sheathed Lathes she brought with her, she passed one to Fior. "Today you will be learning Sword forms. For the next …

Shawn reclined against a tree, marveling as he usually did at the beauty preserved here in the old Ogier Grove. It had been by the lake here in this grove that he had first met with Rosheen to learn the philosophy of the Spring and here he was waiting for a trainee to arrive so he could pass that knowledge on to another. He did not usually take the time to train others in the philosophy he'd chosen to follow but he was doing it this time as a favor to Rosheen. She was the boy's mentor and more than capable of teaching him this lesson herself but she'd left the Tower for some reason and had asked him to help the boy out while she was gone. So here he sat fighting sl…

Remember me? Wow, has it been quite a long time?! Anyhow, I've been toying with the idea of returning to the DM PSW for sometime now and have finally decided to jump back in. I sent Owen a message a few months back to sort of get an idea of what's going on in the RP world lately, but again that was a few months ago. So, what's new? How's everyone? HEHE... Chau, Liam

Cenn was finding that he was beginning to relax after his long steam in the tent. He met a few people, which was a nice change. He even smiled on the rare occasion. The person that really perplexed Cenn was a young Aiel who hailed under the name Cor of the Dragonmount Clan. It had been over a week since Cenn had danced, and he decided that he could use some touch ups from his new sept. Cenn had talked to Cor long into the night, and had realized that Cor was actually one of the few, genuine, Aielmen that Cenn could stand. With his new found respect for the warrior, he had asked Cor if he would dance with him in a later date. Cor hesitated for a bit when Cenn h…

The face the bubbling waters reflected back at her seemed to have changed little in the thirty or so years she had used this place as her sanctuary and escape from the troubles and rigors of life in the shining tower that even here she could not escape. Only subtle hints showed any passage of time, Light she was almost fifty but she only looked twenty-five! Some women would kill to slow the aging process, Estel on the other hand would almost kill to be able to walk away from this place… almost, she knew though that given the choice she would return every time. She died a little every time she acknowledged the fact that she willing bore the chains that held her in this …

my dear SG people of in the Kandor RP. I have yet to see a thread p with your set up, and it seems that us WT and WY people are coming up to fight no body.... *pouts* Where are you?! ;) Posted RP plan can be found here for all to see. :) http://www.aliciawilkerson.com/warders/boards/viewtopic.php?t=153 *huggles* Andrea WY RP Coord.

Miria groaned, moments after opening her eyes to see the sunlight filtering through the window. Surely it wasn't morning yet! Turning her head, Miria stretched, somewhat disappointed to see that Kedyn had already left for the morning and she hadn't even woken to see him go. No doubt he had not wanted to disturb her, which was sweet of him, tired as she had been feeling lately. She had no idea why, but for some reason she was drained of energy. Nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't fix, but sleep was always the last thing on her mind when Kedyn was about. Smirking she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, a sudden wave of nausea halting her before she sto…

~Dilora~ The camp was small, but perfectly formed nonetheless, away from the rigours and realities of the past day, and would be suitable for the party if they wanted to rest a few days. The small pond supplied by a narrow brook from a much larger river would provide them with water and the stand of trees made it a very defensible place, if the need arose. Dilora considered it a shame that she had to think that way, particularly when she had never been troubled before while she had journeyed from one land to the other and now, after one rumble with some darkfriends and a bad time to be in a bar, and she was constantly looking over her shoulder, looking for arrows wi…

I need to ask before I even think about trying to join any group or division and whatnot... ... in my mind, a background for Miesha Domare in WoT is developing. It's dark, it's sinister... it's me. But, first I need to know, those nasty followers of Shai'Tan ('scuse me mentioning his name, doubt he can see me anyway), has there ever been a record of anyone of them leaving? Abandoning all dreams of eternal darkness and seeking to redeem themselves? Because Mie is one of those if that is allowed. And then I wonder where to go poke around. Should I poke Shayol Ghul or some place else? Should she hide her history as an evil-doer and try make a living in the world …

Have you ever wanted to play a position of power? Something beyond your average character, with influence, skills beyond comparison and legendary fame? We at Shayol Ghul Division, bring you the chance to play Sammael, Chosen, General and most of all the Destroyer of Hope. Who was he? In the Age of Legends there arose a man by the name Tel Janin Aellinsar, a man famed for his talent as a sportsman. He was allies with Lews Therin, and due to his brilliance in war and tactics, he soon became one of the greatest generals under Lews Therin. Fame turned into glory, which furthermore promised to turn into power. However, there is such a thing as too much power. Quic…

With the sun setting on another winters day, Shepherd leaned back against a large snow covered boulder to watch the moon rise. At the top of the Mountains of Mist the wind was wild and it tore at his skin with icy fangs, but he didn’t feel the cold anymore. A long time ago, before he had ever heard the voices of wolves, or seen the world through gold-yellow eyes, Shepherd al‘Grey had lost the ability to feel cold. The moon slowly ascended the cloudy road to the sky and with it’s rising Shepherd let his thoughts drift back in time. This had become his nightly ritual since coming to the mountains. Years had gone by, the Stedding left behind forever, but every night …

well, this is like three weeks after the event, but because I took off for march break I didn't really want to just repost this and take off. Anyway, with Asfaloth stepping down (really sorry to see him go, he did an amazing job with this Div) I was asked to step up and take a crack at trying to follow what Asfaloth did. *Edit* forgot contact info :oops: MSN+e-mail: switch_ya_sisters@hotmail.com Skype: alyssatheblonde

Hi there kids, As you may have noticed, things are quite quiet lately on the old Fortress o' Light front, and I've been wondering exactly who IS still around. So I guess I'll start. Analie Shehan, Army of the Light, reporting for duty!

please read http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=11656 Also with this annoucement I would like to introduce Nynaeve as the new leader of the CoL. Gratz hun

Another Novice for you, by the name Syara Peron, she isn’t new, but I think you will like her all the more for it. The past hours had gone by quite languidly until this message had arrived- she had painted, walked around the gardens and just generally done nothing. It was strange, having a day like this- she had always remembered Aes Sedai looking so busy, so very…occupied as an Accepted. And now that she was one herself, she found time standing still, dragging itself over its skirt and tripping and falling over, so that the days seemed longer and longer. Or maybe that was just the summer heat. Vera for one, had never liked the summer much. It had always been the…

Jaydena squared her shoulder until her back was straight and the gentle curve of her hourglass figure all but disappeared. She straightened her mask and headed down to the Sitters Hall. Today she wore a thick green dress of the finest satin with silver roses across the bodice and hem. Around her waist she wore a silver belt made of roses as well, her neck,ears, and wrist shone with the set Jared had made her so long ago. The roses were made of etched rubies, the leaves of emeralds. The set was stunning and one of the few sweet things he had ever done for her. Of course the man had wanted to sleep with her so that could have been his sole reason for getting such a thing fo…

Whistling a bawdy tune that would have made Master Gill, the innkeeper, frown had he heard Sahra swayed her lips a bit exaggeratedly as she made her way to a table filled with a merry band of Tower Guards. She balanced the tray full of pints with experience as she placed the drinks on the table. In hopes of better tip she batted her eyelashes at the men and offered her round bum to be patted. There wasn't unfortunately time for more than a quick exchange of words since other customers demanded her attention. She had time to notice a party entering the inn: three Trainees, a woman and a man who seemed to have a thing for each others and another man, a very pleasent looking…

She had traveled far on foot following rumors of The Band of the Red Hand's location, and fleeing any word the White Cloaks may have put out about her. Just when she thought the Children had forgotten her, she would blunder into one searching for an escaped dark friend with unusual eyes. Flaming bloody cowards, Shealyn thought, if they ever ran into true shadow spawn they'd flaming well soil themselves. Blood and ashes, how I hate them. On and on she had trod, across Andor into Cairehien only to find out the Band had moved on. But Shealyn was not detered, she kept going forword following every whishper he heard about the Bands where abouts. She ate when she was able t…

The sky above was gray and overcast, Gritting his teeth Nightsfire was determined to have fun. Tossing his dagger in the air he caught sight of Loerlai. “You think you can catch it woman?” He knew she could light she had the best hands of anyone he had ever seen. Other than Owen that was. His thoughts turned to another time when the man had tried to kill him. “Perhaps it is tempered, perhaps the demons are at bay” Nightsfire muttered under his breath. The Wolfkin were celebrating Bel TIne, a party he hoped would dispel any demons and signal new beginnings and new alliances. A huge bon fire filed the square by the inn and the Wolfkin began…

after many days of walking with weary feet. His sword draped over his back cloak cpvered in dust tatterd and worn ken spots the fortress of light. ablivious to his surronding ken starts into a weary trot glad that his desanation is near as he nears the wall he slows to a walk. He walks to the gate and states his porpouse "I'm here to join the Childeren of the Light" a guard lets ken through and directs him to a small office. Ken walk throught the courtyard eyes big in wonder at the sites the fortress holds. He makes his way to the office and states "hello my name is ken I would like to join the Children of the Light"

It had been a busy morning. She’d woken early to train with Cairma in the yards, and when her mentor had said a couple of rounds, Cairma had certainly meant what she’d said. Vera had returned tired but pleased; it was good to be getting such a chance to train and besides, that meant another thing she’d wanted done, would. The rest of the morning she had spent in Tar Valon, for her contact had returned and claimed that she had news Vera should hear of. While the ‘news’ itself was about events she had already heard of, the contact, a man named Sanders had mentioned something else she had not been looking for, but was now interested in. Try as she did to follow it up though,…

Cari had promised to make this trip into the White Tower Walls again. The children eagerly wanted to see the White Tower up close and personal, and they wanted to see the Warders training. For some reason both Taylor and Aiden kept on about out she, Cari, could beat them all. Cari wondered where that idea had come from but the noise from the yards soon caught her attention. Cari's attire was far from what it had been years ago when she was here last. She wore a dark grey dress with off the shoulder sleeves. Her cloak covered what could be seen of the scar she'd received on these very grounds. She hated covering her treasured tattoos up but the scar was far to cl…

Summary of my post: Cari dreamt of walking in the Tower, Raeyn ordering her to kill someone in a dark room. Alex was in the room tied up. Room changed to his bed room and she was now in his arms again. She slit his throat and was bathing in his blood when the seen changed ... If you can post your summary I'll get a reply up. Ali

A trip? A break? What could Cavana Sedai have possibly meant? Why would she have to take a trip somewhere and take a break? She was an Aes Sedai now, and that meant that Elizabeth should stay in the tower and begin her duties as such. But no, after she was done with her Oaths and had finished her acceptance in to the Yellow Ajah, she was taken to Cavana’s office where she was told she had to leave the tower for a while. And it wasn’t just leaving as in trouble, or leaving as in a mission: it was leaving as in she couldn’t come back till she was better. There was nothing wrong with Liz! Ok sure, so it had taken almost 30 years for her to become an Aes Sedai... what…

Someone was shaking Sahra and she began to tediously wake up from a deep slumber. There were no windows in their room so she couldn't tell how early it was but her body told her that she hadn't gotten enough sleep. And more importantly, she hadn't heard the bell ringing the wake up time. Even the faint candle light seemed too bright and she kept her eyes half closed. Pushing off the insistant hands groggily, she muttered Fior to go away and stop fooling around. It wasn't time to wake up yet. "It is not Fior", a wry female voice replied and after some serious focusing it made through to Sahra's sleep addled brain who she was. Light, she was in their own room even thoug…

Try as it might, the wind-driven rain could not perturb the grizzled features of the man standing, ankle-deep in mud, the sole inhabitant of the Black Tower’s training yards this miserable day. While his hidden mind resembled the storm around him, nothing passed across his ruined face as his lone eye searched the watery landscape for his class. Standing in only his uniform black pants and a vest of the same colour, sanity was not the first thought to mind upon view. It was the foremost thought in his turbulent mind however. When his students finally straggled in, fighting the elements, Isha banished his doubts and began the class. He knew all the Dedicated already, h…

Aser had returned last night from a mission for the Great Lord. Upon his arrival, right before dinner, he had reported his success to Nathan. Nathan had thanked him and asked him for a favor. It seemed a group of Dreadlord initiates were on their way to the Ranch to get some outside experience. They were coming here to learn some basic weapon skill so they could defend themselves without the One Power if it ever became neccessary. Aser had agreed but on the condition that he be allowed to run the class the way he wanted, with no interference. Nathan hesitated but eventually agreed as he trusted Aser's judgement in these things. Now he sat on a bench outside his …