Legacy Saga Archive

“You’re a Blademaster now.” Alden said. She nodded, her mind on the promise she had made. When Tarmon Gaidon came, she would be there, standing at the brunt of it with Lyanna al’Ellisande. Perhaps now was as good a time as any to make that promise a little more official though. “That I am.” Rosheen turned in her sleep, trying to push away the dream. It always started like this, with her dreaming of where she had been, that day. It started with the realisation that she would be too far away, when the time came. Because the time always came. It always happened. Night after night, dream after dream. By the time the first screams reached them they were both running,…

Dreaming comes so easily 'Cause it's all that I've ever know True love is a fairy tale I'm damaged, so how would I know I'm scared and I'm alone I'm ashamed And I need for you to know If it had been any other person, the day would have been beautiful. Crisp and clear air fresh from a night of light rain and the warmth of the morning sun. With a warm bath waiting for her as she woke up, all Cairma felt was emotionally tired. No, tired wasn't really the word to describe her. She felt pained from the day before and the singular feeling of conflict gathered around her like a haze cloud off the Tar Valon rivers. She simply left. Gathering up her horse and s…

Previous Post Count - 3 (Recap included in the post) The day had started out a little different than usual for most of the Tower. Preperations were made, and Rosheen stewed on her thoughts as she made a notion for a new Blade Master to be brought forward. Of course, Cairma had no idea that it was her to be tested. Oblivous, she sputtered at Rosheen with newly showered and cut hair (thanks to an unfortunate prank from a trainee.) as the older woman had entered Cairma's room with the news. Jaw open, she was frozen for but amoment in shock, but recovered and quickly dressed, following Rosheen out of the room and to a secluded place where the blade master…

The city should have impressed her but she was to busy gathering all of her things from the small cabin that her father had purchased for her on this trip. The captain had not been pleased but since he knew her father she was felt alone for the trip and given the cabin to hold her things. Her hands hovered over her mothers swords for a moment before she picked them up; strapping them in place she put her pack over top before leaving the cabin. There was nothing in the room to show that she had ever been there, smiling she turned and walked up on deck. The first glance at the city caused her to slow her step, a smile coming again, this would be her new home and she wondere…

OOC: ok so one post from each of us was lost. In the first post Nakor went through his morning exercises and then waited rather impatiently for a new student to meet him. In the second post Aslan had breakfast and then found the location where he was told to meet his new instructor. This post ended with Aslan's oh so casual "hello". IC: "That's 'hello, Sir'. I worked hard for this Sword pin. Now then, you are here to learn to channel Saidin for the glory of the Dragon Reborn. You may not know this but channelling can be very physically draining, as can the rest of the training you'll receive here. As such, I will be pushing you to the extreme of your physical a…

Laughing, Aran handed over the bottle to Lachlan to drink from. It had been an eventful day first with their arrival, and there had been other issues as well. The man’s ‘advisors’ had certainly protested, or tried to until Lachlan had stated infront of everyone that he was making them his new guard. That and there would be a council tomorrow, which his puppetmasters were basing their plotting from what had been eavesdropped. Tonight, at least, was safe. While the others hadn’t really cared to become acquainted with the male channeler, Aran found himself taking a liking to him. He didn’t seem to have a mean bone in him, and he seemed content to simply ha…

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=288434#288434 you can find it there...and i will post next lesson in monday or tuesday

Danian, once again, was being an idiot. And this time, she had realised the ultimate revenge. She shouldnt punish him. He was strong enough to resist against her and anything she could put him through, but it was his brother that was the soft point. Anything that happened to him, Danian tried to stop and end. She remembered the fight... Danian was fine until his brother was hurt. She had defeated him easily because of that. And that was what she would do. But she didnt really hate Dorian. Well, yes, she thought him a spoiled brat, but she also pitied him. It was Danian she hated... no, she loated him. Dorian she just really couldnt care. Ah, well, it was his o…

Ooc: Continuation of Wild Wild East By the time both Cairma and Lyssa stopped laughed and had found their way down the tree, Cairma felt a little sorry for Aran, thinking back to the day she had left him crying outside her door after he took a prank one step too far. Like the tree, her knee was not effected the same way as what was impacted and she admited. If it made Aran cry, it must hurt. 'Soft..' She thought as she headed back over to the stream, filling a small canteen of the icy water and picking a few leaves of fresh forkroot off the bushes. Handing them to him with the canteen, "Chew, they will help with the pain." The look she recieved that ma…

The world had many new and exciting things to show Ikena Adelar. The military barracks outside the port city of Shon Kifar were not one of them. Since she had first tested true to the bracelet Ikena had been to a number of similiar encampments to walk among the soldiers and train the damane that would walk into battle. The encampment was the same orderly chaos that she had always associated with soldiers, though today's sojourn was about her companion. She walked with Chali among the soldier's today, reviewing the troops and getting her acclimated with the camp and the soldier's in general. Damane were normally kept separate from the main body of the army, but Ikena l…

The slow curl of her lips pulled apart the few strands of control he had knitted back together; the warmth of her arm in his, her side against his, as she directed him deeper into the garden served to scatter them like a gentle breeze. The closeness of her soft scent washing away the controversy that waged inside him. He pressed close to her as they walked looking over with a soft smile her head tipped back to the sun’s kiss; red hair bouncing lightly over her shoulders as they walked. A twinge of duty passed across his mind as they passed the place in the stonewall where winter roses grew aloft. It was in that hidden garden on the other side of the wall that he had bee…

If you're going to cheat so am I!

I thought I'd already said something but that was Christmas. Blah Christmas. :) Well, with a Heineken in hand I bid you all Happy New Year. If you're one of those people that makes resolutions, I hope it works out. As is, I've decided to make a resolution myself. And that is to have the Freelander site filled out by the end of the year. The trouble is that I realise that I'm going to sober up later and realise I made a really stupid commitment right there, but its too late now. :( Speaking of which, the FL site which has been passed on by word of mouth, expect a sticky sometime after I get my next beer detailing where to find it. And stuff. But yes, …

The semester is gone, and so am I. I'll be really scarce for the next three weeks or so. In my absence, I'll be leaving the keys to the 'Nai 'Squai with Argono, as I'm pretty sure that he won't be all sneaky-like and drink it in my absence :D Don't go conquoring the wetlands without me.

There was always something interesting happening in Tar Valon, a fact that made Ursana Tahn Sakhr quite happy that he lived in such a large city. When wonderlust hit too hard, he could always drink it away until events unfolded and he found himself more heavily ensconsed in the Yards again. Tonight was no different than any other night, except that he had given himself a mission. There had been so much that had happened, so many things that had taken place since he had mentored with Aran, and he knew little of the man. Oh, he had an understanding of the type of man he was. He felt for his time in Cairhein he actually had a rather good idea of the man's character, but…

I once heard someone say that if anyone is going to save the world it’s not going to be the people who sit back and talk about it or throw money at it… to the contrary if someone is going to save the world they’re gonna to have to jump down in the sh*thole and pull it out. Well, My fellow people of DRPSW Randland… there aren’t a lot of nobles or fancy dressed Asha’man/Aes Sedai gonna risk getting their pretty clothing dirty to do it so it’s up to us. + We got no fancy Tower on a spiffy Island. + We got no military arm willing to die for us. + We don’t get fancy shawls, buttons, rings, leashes or derangements… + No special spiffy rank titles or requiremen…

I just found this tonight (terrible I know) but just in case someone here missed it I'm reposting the link. It's a discussion about the future of the DRPSW. http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=8503 *hugs*

This is a personal project of mine. Ata, if you want to make it a CH project that is fine with me. I have been planning on doing a character database for the Dragon Reborn Portal Stone World. This database will be used to create and categorize characters in the their RP. I have the beginnings of one designed specifically for the Warder's Divison there. Using this template I'm looking to expand it to the whole division in one foul swoop. You do not need to know how the RP is run, or even RP to help me out. This is a Web Design and Developement Project. Here are the basic requirements: XHTML and CSS Standards Design PHP and mySQL experience (or willingles…

This is for discussion purposes only, no decision has been made yet, but Muirenn and i thought we would see what the members of the DR PSW wanted to do and take that on board.

(Seeing as this is free advertizing ground and James helped so very much while I was trying to figure out a title for this...:D) 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 …

The heat seemed to beating down on Lev with the largest hammer he had ever seen. He was pretty sure that, if he hadn’t been used to it by now, he’d go mad with it. The sensible thing to do would be to find some shade in which he could spend the warmest moments of the day, but it was as Imre had always claimed. Lev could, and would let go of all sense if he saw something he liked. And right now, Lev liked the sight of a lion that crept along the ridges of a low rise. It’s pelt was glorious, and it’s mane stood dark and proud upon it’s head. A young lion, no doubt looking for a pair of females he could claim for his own. If Lev had been a poetic kind of man, he’d say he fel…

WS 0 - 1 - Thread One “Move it dammit!” Pointing up ahead, Aran barely pulled the ball back in time to save it from a sliding tackle. Rolling it to his right, Aran booted it clear as it sailed through the air to bounce of Raymond’s chest only for him to have his legs hacked out from beneath him by Marie. Cursing, Aran found himself running backwards to defend as the entire field shifted. It was their newest hobby this, a simple ball game which was rough enough to keep them on their toes and got enough running out of them that they could put off using the track. It was a lot more fun, and it gave Aran perfect opportunities to run into Marie which he proce…

Jocelyn woke early, before the sun began to penetrate the window of her small room. Slipping out of bed, she dressed quickly and quietly in the darkened room, not wanting to wake Rion in the room next door. She was still annoyed by the way he'd let Adawyn touch him the way she did - in public, no less! - without even a hint of protest. She loved him, more than anything, but that didn't mean she wasn't terribly hurt and angry with him. No, she didn't trust herself to be civil, so it was best if she went for a long walk before he woke, to try and calm herself. Tiptoeing past Rion's door, Jocelyn didn't let out her breath until she was down the stairs, slipping out the b…

Opal sighed, it was almost lunch time. She was alone in her room for three, she had never gotten the promised roommates, and that suited her fine. She was so tired, up before the sun, chores until lunch classes until dark then supper and studying. She was thinking she might have lost some weight in the past week or two, she certainly was much more active than at home. Opal pulled at the sides of her white dress while sucking in her stomach, trying to se if there was more room in the dress than before. She couldn’t tell, she stood in front of the tiny cracked mirror on the wash stand, and smoothed the dress down over her hips. Maybe, she thought, it looks a little loos…

“Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.” ~HP Lovecraft .v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v.v^v. A solitary figure sat upon her horse with the grace and ease of someone many years in the saddle. Her cloak, dark grey wool, covered the unrelieved black of her gown; the hood was pulled up o’er her face. Long locks of hair, escaped from the hood of the cape, lay on her breast; decades ago they had been honey-colored. Now they were dark as shadows. The dappled steed shifted, huffing. The woman laid a white hand on its neck,…

The summer gone and with it, so many other loves and hopes. Not that I hoped much, but when I, Adela Llafynne had first arrived at the Ranch, my vision had been of a slightly different setting. Quickly Adela unsheathed the dagger throwing it hard and fast at the dummy they had erected to guide her through her training. It missed. Anger rose quickly inside her and she spun around once more, using her second dagger. It missed again. Without a word, without a second to pause and scream, she walked up to her daggers and picked them up again. She had been doing this all morning, missing and then achieving and then missing again. Kane was not to be here for another hour, b…

~Dilora~ It was nice to get away from it all once in a while. Dilora had left Altie hitched with the wagon in a clearing not far from the road where it wouldn’t impede any travellers making their steady progress into Caemlyn. The rest of her companions could keep themselves company while she had some time to herself to gather flowers. No one would go near her prized mobile home; the walls painted with fancy designs so as to appear more of a red and gold Tuatha’an caravan rather than a peddler’s wagon. People had left well alone before because they did not want to have anything stolen, as they believed, by Tinkers that would corrupt their young in exchange fo…

Orion made the slow walk to the West Gate leading Taishar behind him. His mind's eye made the images of where he was going, and with his horse behind him people stepped out of his way more quickly then they would if he didn't. The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon as he walked to meet with Estel. It was quiet on the streets of Tar Valon, Orion and Taishar's footsteps ringing against the stone. Enveloped in the void to escape the pain, the soft sounds rang in his ears as if the street were full. The pain of once again being rejected by Estel floated outside the void, mingled with the lesser happiness that he would not be left again. Why was it that whe…

Cari hated going to the Slash and Bash, but it was in her opinion the best shop in the city and she owed Demus something for coming with her, and because she was naturally proud of his progress with the sword. Things had changed in the Slash and Bash but the memories flooded back to her. Cari hoped Yrean would be out and when she walked in the tinkling door way she was glad to see Loari behind the counter sharpening a newly forged blade. Cari took a deep breath as she started to browse the store for something for Demus. A man stepped through the door way behind her. She expected the tinkle of the bell, but the clear Illianer accent that came made Cari's hea…

Lyssa sighed deeply and continued to clean her room, Light I am so bored and out of sorts that I have cleaned this room twice already, there can't be a speck of dirt left in it. Bloody Ashes why am I so upset lately, used to be I could control my emotions with no problem but here I am worrying over every little thing. Like anyone is every going to come into my room to see any dust anyway. I've got to be the most pitiful female Tower Guard in the Tower, for gosh sakes most of these women got in bed with someone almost nightly and she was sitting here, still a virgin, afraid to take the last step despite the fact that she had had the chance. She ran the dust clothe over som…