Legacy Saga Archive

~Dilora~ Ah, the Shining Walls, Dilora had heard so much about them from the other peddlers. That it was the very pinnacle of a peddler’s career to ply their trade within sight of the White Tower, given that most things were taken care of by independent traders. She wasn’t really here to trade, more to see the sights and get information – knowledge of any kind was useful, particularly in such a city as this. It was true as well – you could see the walls of the city for miles. Altie continued on at the slow pace she maintained, deliberate and unhurried, yet it would still be mid to late afternoon by the time they arrived at the gates. A cheery smile to those …

Kieryn smiled at her reflection, sparkling green eyes shining back at her from an ageless Aes Sedai face. Despite her smooth expression and the veil of mystery with which most Aes Sedai clothed themselves as naturally as donning any dress, those green eyes had never lost their mischievous glint. If anything, a century of life had only enhanced it. Her hair fell to her waist in shining red-gold waves that were just as vibrant as the day she had walked into the Tower for the first time. Fair-skinned hands smoothed the luxuriously full, white-slashed skirts of her pale blue dress, ran over the modest touches of darker blue embroidery, and she smiled again. The Blue-fring…

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Stamped in pure black wax, the seal bearing no trace of any emblem which might determine the sender’s name or rank, the letter might have seemed sinister if one was inclined to be perturbed by such matters. Its outside was entirely unmarked save for that obsidian seal; both cover and paper being of a rich and expensive make, flawless as few types were in this age, and only the letter contained within held any sign which might remotely catch the observer’s interest … though in truth, it was an intriguing letter indeed. No signature and no obvious sign of the sender: one might be forgiven for assuming that somebody wished their identity to be kept secret. Lavinya …

me bog, me new trolloc nice meet you *nods*

Hey there, Sorry I wasn't able to get a post up on the Andor RP before I had to leave, but it's been midterms. I will be back next Sunday rockin' and ready to go.

IC: Coming in from her weekly ride, Zeveria reined in and stopped. Lark was a steady brown gelding with intelligent eyes. His beauty mark a singe white stripe that goes diagonally across his right rear buttock is very noticeable. Sliding out of the saddle as gracefully as she could manage, Veria walked Lark into the stables. Handing Lark over to a groom with instructions to have him fed and brushed she left the stables and headed for her room. Once she arrived at the Accepted Halls, she walked a short way and noticed a small flood in the hall. Looking for a servant to deal with the problem, she saw a novice walking by. "You there!! Please come here." Veria wai…

lyrics from My Selene - Sonata Arctica “nocturnal poetry, dressed in the whitest silver you smile at me, every night I wait for my sweet Selene” 1. “in the end, I’m enslaved by my dreams; in the end there’s no soul who’d bleed for me” Early morning her roommate Syara had already left for class. Saline retired to their room, too weary to go on much longer. Nobody else would look for her, nor see the article she procured tightly in her fist. Something in her heart turned over at the flowing script of his embroidery. The strong are gentle. It is only the weak that flail at others. In crimson against the backdrop of a golden corona, in that gauntlet of uncertaintie…

Hey Freelanders! I was just surfing the boards and wanted to start a little chat so what the heck; here goes: What RPs do you like to read the most to READ? Do you find the Action scenes to be best (those filled with fights of all kinds, Channeling or Swords), Political (Hall RPs, Negociations, Manipulations, Backstabbing) or General Character Development (Romance, Inner Conflict, etc) or Others? ADDITIONALLY... What type to you prefere to write? I ask both for fuel for Freelanders Staff (in organizing interesting to read/play in rps) and out of personal interest. So please, share! I look forward to your replies! :D

The soft music of the Tinkers lulled Elwyn to sleep, but her dreams were troubled and she woke several times in the night. Careful to not disturb Enid and Averm she crept out into the night. The silvery moon glinted off the towers in the distance and Elwyn pulled her blanket close around her. The nights still clung hard to winter, because the sun banished it from the days. Settling on a rock near the wagon she stared towards Tar Valon. With every day they camped in sight of those shining spires Elwyn felt her need grow greater, she longed for a city and a proper bed. Her heart longed for Bandar Eben, and her fathers estates but she held no childish delusions. Home wa…

ooc continuing from here We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day through To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we really like to do It ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick - From Snow White Liitha met Cara in the stables the next morning, she had got the note on her evening duty and only had 5 hours of sleep due to the need to pack. When Cara had said soon she hadnt antispated it to be this soon, and though happy deep inside she felt sleep deprived. She yawned as she fastened her sadlebags and then the whip to the sadle, she felt cold in the early morning even if the sun was rising it didnt …

Can all Wanderers please post here please. I need to know who is in the Stedding, who is on the way and who is waiting to be picked up. Also, can you indicate if you have a mentor, or not. Thanks Owen The WhiteWolf Ranger Leader

Lyssa eyed her bed one last time, her eyes taking it in, she so badly wanted to climb back into it. Of course her bedroom wasn't a very welcoming place these days. Her and her roommate did not get along even remotely. She shook her head and picked up her sword from off the bed, she belted it around her hips and walked from the room. A pair of black pants graced her long legs, and a short waist length jacket and shirt in white and red set off her dark hair. The thick black hair was hooked into a ponytail and she wore boots and only a necklace of a rose that her mother had given her. Her thoughts wanted to stray off and focus on her mother but she pushed them away. Today sh…

Sirene looked at the white clothes she was wearing, she was suposedly some servant, and to act acordingly. Her first atempt on refusing had seen her birked naked in public like it was nothing, and not stoped untill she was howling at the top of her lounges. That had been two days ago and her skin was still sore, she had found it within her mind to make logic of playing along for now, at least untill she could escape or be rescued. At the moment she was carying water which they seemed to think highly about, as she had seen others beeing punished for spiling mere drops. She filled it into the throw where they kept some of the few horses they had to pull wagons. Sudenly …

~Faile~ She still remembered the day she had first done this chore, as Leona Sedai had called it by herself and now she should be the one to pick a Novice to help her with something most Novices would be too feeble and scared of to be trusted with and yet she had been told just the right Novice to give a this a try with. Looking for the girl, Faile coudln´t help herself musing about how radically her path in the White Tower had changed. Having once stood up fiercely against gentling, she now felt nothing as much as a responsibility for those poor creatures that the Reds brought into the White Tower to help them. Gentle them, condemning them to death, howeever yo…

Bog was very happy this fine morning, for Bog had been allowed to join other Trollocs in their Blight! And the best part was, that there were no cows there! Those damned Bog-mother eaters would pay one day, Bog was sure, he just had to learn how to kill first. He'd almost killed a spider this very morning, and was very proud of himself. He fondled his horn as he lurked about his little cave, which was really just a stone on top of two other stones, but when Bog said it was a cave, it darn well was a cave! Bog wondered what he'd do today. Throwing rocks as cows was a very tempting thought, but there were no cows around for Bog to throw rocks at. This saddened Bog a little,…

Owen had arranged to meet Zierna, a new Wanderer, at his house, an hour before, and was patiently sitting on the balcony of his tree house rewrapping the leather bindings on his sword hilt, when he was hailed from below. Getting up from his chair, Owen leaned over the balcony and shouted down to Zierna to come on up. The climb up to his house was not difficult, but could be unnerving seeing as his house was built in one of the tallest, and largest, trees in the forest. Eventually Zierna reached the balcony and Owen invited her to sit down in the chair opposite him and Owen poured her a mug of tea and refreshed his own, after putting his sword down. “Now before we begin I …

We've heard a little rumor over at the White Tower that the BT and WT are going to mix it up. I'm tentatively signed up for this, but I'm curious as to which Asha'man are going to be bonding us against our will. Basically, I'm just looking to see if Shaneevae will match up with one of you fellows.....OOCly and ICly before I commit myself fully. IC chemistry is of the utmost importance and I've never bonded previously. So, maybe we could all try to get to know each other a little bit. I'll start. My character is Shaneevae el'Edware of the Brown Ajah and is originally from Devon's Ride At this time of the main plot line, she is Head of the Brown Ajah, bu…

I have some bad news. After taking a second job and putting in more volunteer hours at my church I just don’t have the time to devote to rping anymore. I have tried over the past few weeks to keep it up but this has only resulted in leaving people hanging on threads and neglecting my staff duties from lack of time. The truth is that as much as I may want to spend my days writing and typing on the computer I simply can’t. I hope to someday return as I have really enjoyed stretching my writing muscles and getting to know everyone in this online community but I need to take a break from DM for the foreseeable future. My apologies to all, especially the staff of the WK a…

Mysit yawned as sunbeams caressed her face under the tree she had slept bellow this nite. As litle as she liked it she needed to move towards peoples soon, maybe she could find a farm or if she went to the road a traveling merchant. She would need to trade some of her skins for suplies, though she prefered not to and be for herself she couldnt just rely on nature, and not now. Her hand went to her stumock that was growing quite a lot as of late. A tear ran down her cheek, she had lost her love in that horid nigthmare. Mysti wasnt sure how long had passed though long enough for her to have the signs come clear that she had overlooked earlier. She hadnt talked to anyon…

William al’Haddon was an utter delight. The first of his Hundred Tales of Sadness was incredible, for it flowed wondrously, and made for the best all-nighters. Then she found Kate, the main and rather thickheaded Novice in Hundred Tales, more developed as a character, and growth was kind, for it showed the inevitability of change, and the potential for further change in the sequel when she was raised Accepted. Of course, al’Haddon’s Tales was purely whimsical – to suggest that a man would harbour even the faintest notion of the mechanics of the White Tower would be ludicrous. Why, he had gotten everything from Novice doors in the library to where the entrance to the Grove…

Talon squeezed his mount tighter than necessary, while Brandeis went through the basics of mounted combat. The assassin had never had much cause for such fighting techniques, nor for riding horses in general--it was even a borrowed horse. Two men had met at an ale house, had a few drinks, and were now outside Brandeis' hinterland home, the faint outline of his well kept gardens just visible in the dark. Talon had displayed an interest in cavalry tactics and ones ability to use a horse as a weapon of war. It was intruiging, and he never denied an opportunity to learn. So here he was, on a nervous little destrier, shield in one hand, sword in the other. Facing off agai…

I should soon have my bio approved & was wondering if there was anybody who would like to strike up a romance with him. I would perfer that the player be female. If your up for we can discuss the particulars after we get some hits.

So I was thinking, after i made my post, is to have each sister pick on a particular trait based one what's happend thus far that developes throughout the Howling that is different from the other (just to give Anton more of a headache :)). I chose Rage for Nana because it's uncharacteristic of her and would be harder for her to 'control'. Once she gets a little older i can see the need for her to mate, but i suspect that will heppen when she has found that 'one' to mate. *eyes possible new male wolfies... *.. I was thinking the need for Raw meat, or hunting for Katrina. Just from her mention of food. Mena I have no idea. Thoughts girls?

The new day was dawning, misty and crisp, as Jeran - at last - came in sight of Caemlyn. He could not say what it was tht had compelled him to travel on through the night rather than stopping for respite; it had just felt ... necessary. Sighing, Jeran sat gently on the grass, tugging off his boots to allow the cool morning dew to soothe his aching feet. Inhaling the aromas of the breaking day, Jeran took stock of the sights around him. Caemlyn would be the first city he would enter on his travels and, if he was honest with himself, he was feeling more than a little apprehensive. Beside him, a young tree, barely more than a few years old, had been recently crack…

“You should know that Danian died as a warrior, bravely, honourably and well, in service to the Tower and in loyalty to his twin. His watch is over now. But he will not be forgotten.” The little notion of sleep that had just been about to creep into her physically as well as mentally, retreated immediately with the words of Sirayn Sedai summoned to her consciousness again. Words that haunted her indeed. Day or night, it didn´t matter, Faile just couldn´t bring herself to forget that day. That dreadful day with rain pouring down the sky, just as today. Light, so much like today, she felt like weeping with the clouds outside which hung deep, dark and dreadful as if to e…

Yes, I said nifty! But after the new surge of Rp's and the intergrading of the Kin, Seanchan.. etc, We decided to make offsite boards for RP planning, WS updating, and general mass hysteria. ^_^ Voila! http://www.sapphiresanctuary.com/Freecastle/index.php There are still a few kinks in the actual board as it's a Beta version of the new phpbb boards (what DM currently uses) but we shall see. :) Everything seems to be working fine atm! :) Go Check it out! Andrea Techie staff person

The Illuminators are an organization at Dragonmount that focuses on the creative energies of the members as a whole. We do not have any one specific purpose except creativity. We have the ability to grow into whatever creative minds can come up with. The Illuminators currently have five chapter houses. Each house focuses on something general, but these are not the limits of the Illuminators. The Scribe's Chapter house focuses on our writers, editors and publishers. The Artist Chapter house focuses on the classical arts, sketching, painting, sculpting, digital illustration and rendering, etc. The Crafter's chapter house focuses on the trade skills, sewing, jewelers, blacks…

Hey, my bio was just approved, and im wondering whats next? can i just start Rping, or is there some kind of "entry to the fortress" rp i need to do.

Something happened to Cleo's net tonight and they estimate it won't be back up for at least a week. So if you don't see her around that is sadly why!