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I'm now approved!!! Watch our Cairhien! Raina is on the loose!

Nynaeve was standing in front of a door. Nynaeve knew she should be knocking. That was what doors were for after all. Knocking and...well...opening and closing them. Keeping privacy. Doors were very important, now that she started thinking about it. They were always taken for granted but who would be able to live without them? Nynaeve shook her head. The wretched pregnancy was already starting to affect her brain. Ever since she found out about her situation, thinking seemed to be forced. She would process everything ever so slowly. It made her angry. Mad even. And if there was one thing anyone should watch out from is an angry pregnant lady. Maybe that was the reason…

Caemlyn road was a wide avenue of people and greenery in the day time and Nerome had found that his mood had soared considerably through the journey. He liked the chatter, the animated noises that were coming from all around him. It brought him comfort, because now, the focus was no longer on him and for him, the focus was no longer on what he was about to do. Pretty women were of a rather large number on road, he noted with some surprise. Large blue eyes smiling at him that way, deep brown ones the other…yes, this was the sort of thing he liked. Rosheen didn’t seem to care much, but Nerome couldn’t help but feel a little awkward about making ‘eyes’ in front of …

I cannot open the thread titled "rp ideas" it says there's no such topic.... also I apologise I havent been very active but next week should see the end of that and I should be back in full force! *licks Owen*

to make a bio, so please do not post until i ask for help....which i am most certainly going to need) Path of Strength Designed around the use of leverage, strength discipline focuses on increasing the muscle mass in order to achieve victory in any type of battle. A disciple of this discipline does not just try to use their brute strength to overmatch an opponent, but they also look to use their strength as a way to maneuver an opponent into making a mistake. Body movements are key factors for this disciple as a disciple will not initiate a movement if it will not gain them a leverage advantage Path of Knowledge Are keenly intuitive and obervant. Pat…

I'm in the process of come back to Dragonmount. I had a Trainee & I want to pick up where I left off but I can't remember where that was. I do remember the Andular was my mentor. If anyone could help that would be great.

Afternoon was already drawing late as Faile was walking the busy streets of Tar Valon. She knew all too well that she actually would have had to return to the White Tower long since, but after fetching all those exotic herbs the Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah who had given her today´s chore had taken such a long time, Faile found nothing bad in tarrying in the city a little longer. In fact she had leapt at the chance to be given a chore taking her outside the White Tower. Although she liked living there very much and enjoyed the company of the other novices and Accepted, she still had missed to be outside again. Well, as it was they weren´t prisoners of the White Tower, f…

ok, so this didn't work when I posted on the other thread so I'll post it here. alrighty folks we need to get this moving along so we can get Anwen to the Stedding. I'm thinking a nice little outline is in order: Erik decides that the situation calls for immediate attention and takes it upon himself to go since he doesn't know when Janna will return. Sensing a level of danger higher than usual he seeks out Owen to see if he can get an escort. Owen agrees that an escort is needed and decides to go himself, taking Burrich along for some assistance and as part of his training. Erik, Owen, and Burrich travel to ?? and scout out the situation for themse…

So I've been trying to come up with an rp that could conceivably include as many of our active members as possible. Here's what I've got so far: We receive info from the Watchers of a Wanderer that had a bad time going through the Howling, to the extent that the locals in the area think the individual has lost their mind and are holding said individual captive as a possible darkfriend, similar to the crazy man Perrin met. A tracker or two decide to see if they can bring the Wanderer back from the brink of insanity and a contingent of Rangers go along to help sort through any difficulties that might arise. If enough of you are game to join in on this I think it coul…

Hey all, just created another character here, this time an Amadician freelander called Damian Cain (Bio: http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=278344#278344 ) and would be glad about finding some people who are up to RP with my just-hanged loner, who needs to be saved and socialized now... Am pretty open for new ideas, especially the weird and psychotic ones ;)

Hey :D I just wanted to let you all know that the Revenge thread is shifting to this thread now, where we are to pick up a very special Ogier. :D Jeran is arriving at the inn we're at, so we'll just pick up where we left off. :)

They stayed in Jehannah two nights, and Lugard as well. In Lugard they had made up their minds that it was to rest up. Riding horses all day everyday really got tiring... not to mention all the drinking and dancing every night in between. But almost as soon as they arrived and the ale started flowing, it was yet another party. All in all it was a most fun trip. The only dull times were when villages were so far between that they had to sleep in a farmhouse... or worse, on the side of the road. The real bummer was not having servants. All this doing things for themselves really got old after a while. By the time they got to Caemlyn though, Thad, for one, was more than …

Hello hello, Remember me? ;) I am stuck in limbo, for the very reason that I want to write but I'm stuck for words. And also, I don't know for sure what RP's are still alive and kicking and awaiting my response. This goes for DM as a whole, btw. When I came back from a long departure I decided to start slow with just WT and WY for now. So, if you have something waiting for me, send me an email ok? :) aur3lie(at)gmail(dot)com

OOC: This is continued from A Man in need of Cheering-up {OPEN} from the Warders Yard. OOC2: Two posts were lost. In the first Shawn headed toward a tavern by the docks but was arrested by the music coming from the Green Advocate inn. He found himself entering the inn before he knew why. In the next post Cairma and Arie Ronshor, the owner of the inn, spoke and Shawn and Cairma were brought to a table. IC: The inn was a pleasant place, far different from the location Shawn had intended to find. He was sure they probably did serve various forms of alcohol here, but he found that he no longer felt as strong a need to consume them. Instead he found himself relaxi…

Her breath seemed to freeze in her throat when the radiant and opalescant city of Tar Valon came into view. Running a tanned hand through her short white-blonde hair, Maev shook her head. "Unbelievable!" She muttered to herself. Silver-blue eyes narrowed as she scanned the distance between where she stood and the bridge that would take her onto that beautiful island. The early morning sun seemed to bounce off of the strangely carved buildings and towers, to practically blind her. Months of travel had brought her to this place, to this very moment. The horse she had bought in Cairhien had held out, even at the fast pace she had been traveling. Maev had never really pre…

Hey everyone.....I have decided to finally come back here...I just couldn't stay away. *looks around at somewhat vacant place with hardly any recognizable faces* Well I know you don't have to roll out a carpet or anything, but how about a few simple hello's or hi's, anything really. So, I am now wondering....who all is still around that I know or have RPed with? I have cruised around and only seen a few people that I actually know.. Hawkin Gaidin

*OOC: a reintroduction of this char* Gushes of wind howled through the building, creating a light, cold breeze that would chill anyone’s bones. There was nowhere to hide from it in this place, and the only place where one could stay tolerably warm was next to the big fireplace in the common room, or bundled into several layers of woolen blankets in the bed. One would think an Inn in Saldea would be somewhat better built, but this was a rowdy place where few asked for more than a pint of the too expensive, watered ale. I certainly wasn’t a place for a lady, unless the lady was of the kind that could be bought and sold. And those wouldn’t be called ladies anyhow. …

OOC: Dee and Sam, this occurs a few week after the Children and Arette have left Arad Doman. Me and James talked about a goodbye RP that would be set to the morning everyone leaves the Manor (few weeks before this one), but I felt like writing this one instead tonight. Will start the goodbye RP tomrorrow. James, If the pipe doesn't fit, just let me know and I'll edit it out. It was just a small flavour tidbit. *s* IC: The dancing flames of the fireplace cast flickering shadows and lights on a cozy sight: a couple on a sofa, the man sitting and smoking his pipe and the woman reading and resting her head on his lap. The faint tick of a clock told that the inn wasn't…

Where is he? That was the question Aran was asking himself as he wandered through the yards. The loud clack of lathes striking one another was one that Aran was normally oblivious to, but today it was distracting him as he looked about. As it was, the yards were packed for the moment, the busiest part of the day after lunch were most people spent their time training. Those who had been on graveyard shift had gotten at least a few hours, those on morning were often relieved by then, and everyone else that was awake and wasn't on duty would be there as well. This didn't help. Corin Danveer wasn't a man who stood out terribly. Only a couple of inches taller than…

I'm Currently updating the FL website with new bio's and WS's. I do believe i have all the newer Bio's, however i'm missing many WS (and Op scores). The website can be found http://www.aliciawilkerson.com/freelanders/ and what i'm filling out is http://www.aliciawilkerson.com/freelanders/?page_id=35 If your name is not where it should be, Please email me at arie.freelander@gmail.com . If you don't email, your WS is a 1 automatically. if you wish to have something higher, be sure to include why. Thx! Arie Ronshor FL Staffer the Third

Yep, its finally clocked over into 2007 in Australia, (for the east coast at least), and it also marks the fact that my internet is finally up and I'm back and will be posting on all my RPs over the next day or so. So once again, Happy New Years to everyone, hope you've all head one hell of a year, and hope you made it home safely after all the parties :D Also, Dali is a pretty busy RL wise, so if you need anything sorted out, drop me a PM. :)

There were few things that managed to anger Aramina sur Dulciena. For a woman of her station and background, patience and time were always working for her and words or actions done in anger only worked against her need. Today though, she was seething. There was nothing like being interrupted in your innermost sanctuary, your most private place, by the woman you admired above all, and being called a traitor to get your blood boiling. To find that she had been betrayed by her lover and had almost lost everything she had been working the past 150 years was not something she could take lightly. That her heart felt shattered by the news wasn't something she even allowed t…

Pursing her lips and scowling in frustration, Serena swiftly removed herself from the gardens, where she had met with Sirayn secretly. Never could the Blue be frustrated with a woman that she was so bound to in duty. Serena had always paid swift and direct attention to the Green Sister, and was now bound in Oath to the woman she held so dearly. Not that Serena was "in love" with Sirayn Simeone, never that, she just held her...in high regards. Focus, Serena! Mumbling curses to herself under her breath and in her mind, the Saldaean Aes Sedai was practically storming to through the Blue Quarters by the time she reached the entrance way. Why me? I'm not a baby-sitter! If…

The sun was begining to set leaving the sky a rich orange color as Michael Courcel stood in the middle of one of the many open ares throughout the Warder's Yard. He waited for Aramina Sedai with a growing sense of excitement. She had sent a message to him earlier this week to give him a night that he would be able to spring his suprise, he had responded with a time. It was strange to think Michael would cling to fastly to the idea of spending time with a woman so unlike himself, and an Aes Sedai as well. But there had been something in her smile that had endeared him so, and his want to bring out that smile. Her first genuine one for him was small but it had lit up he…

Nynaeve smiled as she ran her hands over her newly bought dress. Damian hasn't seen it yet. She bought it secretly a week before when she went to Tar Valon to buy some herb supply for the infirmary. Ever since she met Damian, she felt that her dresses were for him, rather then her. When having a dress made she would concentrate on what he would like, rather then what she would like and how comfortable she would feel in it, since Damian seemed to favor indecent dresses. He was going to love this one. It was a rather generous dress, as he liked to call it. She put on her yellow fringed shawl since it favored the color of her dress - light gold. Nynaeve left her quarters…

There was every now and then a rare morning when the sun struck the White Tower perfectly. Light filtered throughout the Tower naturally, and combined with the crispness of the morning air it was almost idyllic. Not that this was one of those mornings, the clouds overhead were releasing a torrential downpour that showed no sign of letting up. Lillian wished for one of the more idyllic mornings herself as she tried to keep from dragging her feet. It was her own doing really, she had accompanied a friend to see if she had mail, and since she hadn't appeared busy she had found herself carrying mail. It was a common risk for all Novices, even Accepted. But, that was …

Lyv had been a mentor for some years and as Mistress of Trainees had taken on groups to train but since about a year she had dropped out of the system and focused more on her own training. Today, this changed as Ginae had asked her to share her knowledge again. The two had had tea one afternoon and Ginae had offered that she could set Lyv up with a guard who could do some Path of Water training, instead of a trainee who she would have to mentor during a longer period of time. As Lyv enjoyed anything to do with her chosen Path, she liked this idea and signed up for special courses to train her fellow guards and warders if they chose to. Deneira had signed up for a clas…

She’d timed her arrival disastrously. The towers and bridges of Tar Valon, which were supposed to be glinting alluringly in the early morning light, were in fact blanketed by a midnight sky adorned with a few wispy clouds. “It’s not my fault that fool of a farmer kept me talking half the day,†Disendra grumbled irritably, “nor is it mine that I fell asleep and the blasted horse spent the evening grazing at the foot of Dragonmount.†As her first far-reaching venture as a wagoneer, Disendra’s journey to Tar Valon was not going well. Sighing, she moved her wagon further into the city, intent on finding an inn where she could spend the night, before off…

So glad to see you have overcome them Completely silent now With heaven's help You've cast your demons out - A Perfect Circle, “The Noose†So what was reality? The philosophers had diverted themselves coming up with answers for centuries. No doubt more books had been written on the subject than the Tower Library had room for, and the capacity of the Brown Ajah to amass books under that one battered roof was never to be underestimated, academics having book-hoarding instincts to rival beavers. In all that time nobody had come up with a straight answer. One writer had argued that dolphins ran the known world, the strange creatures sailors sometimes spoke of, thus…

Slumped at his table, Aran's expression would have been best described as woeful as he looked at his toast. He didn't want to be up so early, he liked to start his mornings around eight at the earliest, but instead he had been up at half past seven. At least he'd had the pleasure of letting himself into Ursana's room and kicking the bed right near the lad's head. That had gotten him awake quicksmart, and helped improve Aran's mood for at least a short while. But no, they were going to race today, against Deneira and her student, Mark if his memory served him right. He hated racing, he preferred doing things at his own pace, and he preferred not to get mud all over…