Legacy Saga Archive

Racelle rolled over sleepily and put her head on Dashiva's shoulder. The room was a bit more than warm, and her shift stuck to her. It had managed to bunch up above her knees in the night. She had hardly slept at all. She knew she was keeping him awake, and her assumption was affirmed when he turned toward her. She contented herself laying beneath his chin, relishing, as always, at his touch. It was no longer unusual for Dash to cuddle with her, and tonight Racelle needed it. Kisses were still rare, but cuddling become more frequent to Racelle's delight. Carefully, testing her luck, she tilted his head down to her with a finger and kissed his lips.

OOC: Leangth warning: Forgive me my ramblings and repeats. I had a lot of time on my hands on my vaca Sanity, the absence of all impurities of the mind. The pure innocence of mind that keeps the ability to think, feel and love is the essence of the life of man. Taken for granted by men, as they do not believe anything could ever take their mind from them. They play, work, love, live without fear. Why they do not fall to their knees and praise the light for their fortune is beyond comprehension. The ability to destroy an entire city with a wave of the hand does not come without a price. The daily fear of madness is near to paralyzing at times Near to a man this Tower w…

The din of the tavern seemed to move on in its chaotic orchestra around Serena and the couple she sat across from. The woman across from Serena's mouth moved as she protested the Blue sisters petition. The words no longer mattered. Obviously, no wife of a predominant member of the Children of the Light would want their child to be able to channel. However, such was the way with this woman's child. "Child," Serena snuck in a word here and there. The woman seemed to hate being called a Child, but that is what she was to the Aes Sedai. In truth, and all actual fact, the woman was probably the age of what Serena's grandchildren's grandchildren would be, if she had any. "…

Thanks must go to Claire for proving the hosting for us. Unfortunately, you will have to re-register. But as you can see the boards have been simplified, so hopefully we can actually make use of them. Come do some plotting! www.domeoftruth.com/forum ~Kaylan

Yes, I know, I have been trying all day to get on, but I am now giving up. This one is Matalina's domain, and I am about to go drop an email. Until we find out what is wrong, then just poke around here. Sorry about this, will hopefully have it up soon. Christine Gaidin Staff

On the western edge of a small village, Ihvaron sits his horse and stares blankly around him. It has been three weeks since he watched his sister tortured and murdered, three weeks since he woke up in The Tangled Roses Inn, two since he left and the memories are still fresh, making his eyes burn with tears every time he closes them, his ears ring with her screams and cries for help when he tries to sleep, which explains why he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks, he barely has and on the occassions that he did, it was most often in a hayloft. Where he sits atop his horse, Raidin, his current pace would have him in Shol Arbela in roughly five days or Fal Moran in seven…

Blowing a few stray strands away from her face, Lillian clipped another twig clear and tossed it in the basket beside her. It was a warm day if slightly overcast, that was to say that she didn't require a cloak to keep her warm. Not with the work that kept her moving about at least. The gardens needed pruning so that when the spring came they would bloom to their full potential. Of course, that meant that manpower, or rather, novicepower, was required to see the work done. Much like most things that needed doing in the White Tower, it was done on the backs of Novices. Personally, Lillian couldn't be happier about it. She had gloves for her hands unlike when she …

Lila had agreed to keep the children today. And bring them back to the inn for dinner. And Cari would try to talk Fawne into joining them, provided she could find the girl. The Siren's Call was as she remembered it and Cari was not at all looking forward to being here, but this was Fawne's home and Cari knew she'd show up here eventually. Cari only hoped she would not run into Alex's lover, Elia. That was a highly sore spot still in her moving on. Alex had, why couldn't she. Cari sighed as she took a seat. No one would recognize the former warder unless they knew Matalina well. And those people were few and far between, and most of them were long gone from…

Terren opened the heavy wooden doors and stepped into the Library of the White Tower. It had been quite a while since he had been in here, but he had used to spend lots of time wandering the shelves, perusing the books that lived here. He had met one or two browns in here, too, that he remembered as good friends. He quickly made his way to his favourite spot, and sat in his chair, a book on his lap, but he didnt open it yet. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, his hands touching the worn leather cover of the book, his nostrils slightly flared, taking in the smell of old paper and leather. He did like it in here. So quiet, so peaceful. As usual when he hadn't actua…

Shanara dismounted from the horse she'd been allowed to use in front of the Gates of the White Tower. She looked upwards in awe. Surveying what she could from the bottom of the Steps, she was more and more dumbstruck every minute. How in the world did anyone manage to build something that tall? Of course, she'd seen Whitebridge, in Andor, but the width of that simply didn't compare to... the sheer height of this monstrosity of a bone needle. A sudden tap on her shoulder brought Shan out of her reverie. Smoothing her navy divided skirts anxiously, she turned to face an elaborately coiffed Aes Sedai wearing a low-cut, forest colored, full-skirted dress (as was the latest f…

I'm going to do a class by request so anyone who wants to sign up is more than welcome to it. Trainees are invited to sign up as well. The class will be on the White Tower Div website and you must be a registered member to post. So go register.

Mehrin could tell that the day was going to be a good one, and the sun hadn't even gotten half its height above the horizon. He had just left his office, a note hanging from the door telling anyone who had business with him to go see Amon. If Mehrin knew the other man, there'd probably be a similar sign on his door sending them to him. He had commandeered a bit of the training grounds near the wall for today's training. Ebony was no slouch when it came to her fighting prowess, and to get a closer look at the two working would require dodging around the rest of the groups training in the area. Hopefully that would discourage spectators. Drawing his claymore, Mehri…

Okay. I'm back now in full capacity and with a working internet so I'm able to help people who need to get some classes done. Lets have everyone who needs classes put what classes they need and I'll see about putting something together. And just for the hell of it lets have a look at how many active people we have at what rank. If "Other" please specify.

I've moved all the GOS threads to your brand new Discussion Group forum. Please make sure everyone knows to look for them there. Thanks!

Sighing, Cavana rubbed her eyes slightly as she walked up the stairs, a tight package of books under her arms. She was going to have to put a stop to their books being lent out to novices and accepted. Yet another four books had been borrowed from their herb department, and after being missing for a month, Cavana had gone to the library to find them there. If the girls wanted to use their books, then they had to come to the infirmary and stay there while they worked. Furthermore, how had the Brown Ajah not noticed the Yellow Flame on the spine of every book that belonged to the Yellow Ajah? It was as though the browns had gone a step further than being thoughtless an…

The bed seemed harder than usual. Nona had told her that she should go to bed early- early starts needed early nighters. They had agreed on it quite peacefully, like they usually did, with a nod and a smile and a few last words before one toodled off. Except, this night was just a little different. They had both known of course, that the agreement was complete and utter rubbish. She was not going to sleep and Nona was certainly not going to trust her to be safely cuddled in bed either. Suspicion had been let loose like any of Nona’s poisons in Adela’s veins, keeping her awake, keeping her distracted. It was not like her to get so consumed by one thing and one thin…

Alright - I'm coming back and giving this rp thing another chance. Cairma. You still around? Still interested in being tortured?

I realized I hadn't posted this up so people could see where we are going with the rp. -Ravhin sends a female envoy to the Dragon Reborn in Cairhein’s Sun Palace -Ravhin asks for a temporary alliance against other chosen, the two will not attack each other until the other chosen are destroyed, and might possibly help one another achieve said goal (teaching, team up against the others?) -Long discussion ensues and Jarron will not agree with anything that comes from a Darkfriend. -Ravhin’s envoy threatens the Dragon Reborn with the death of friends. Jarron still refuses to agree. Mentions the Dragon’s weakness for women. Dragon Reborn still says no, Ra…

Are we using them or not? They are full of spam and I'd like to continue using them.

Fiery red curls whipped about Lavinya's face, stirred into life by the breeze coming from the river as she looked over the bridge railing at the docks. She was listless, a recurring situation of late, and the quiet of her apartments, coupled with the roaring of her own thoughts had become oppressive, leading her away from the White Tower, into Tar Valon. The Great Serpent ring on her delicate finger glinted in the sunlight, labelling her as Aes Sedai, should anyone miss the ageless features or regal poise. She possessed no shortage of arrogance, hence she never left the tower looking anything but immaculate, perfection on the outside, from her hair, smooth complexion…

There were few things in life that daunted Aramina sur Dulciena these days. In face, she was rather excited to get up every morning and kept her days as busy as possible, often falling to sleep at her desk late in the night. She was a Sister of the Green Ajah now. Truely a Sister, with a right to the Green shawl that Sirayn had given to her herself. More than that, after all her work to gain the shawl, Sirayn had seen something in her after all, something worth holding onto and perhaps even teaching. It had been more than Aramina could have dreamed of. She wouldn't go so far as to say she was in Sirayn's good graces, but they understood each other, she felt. …

Shawn was still adjusting to life as a Tower Guard. There was more responsibility, and surprisingly less oppurtunity for personal training. He was frustrated. He was proud to serve the Aes Sedai but if he couldn't train to improve himself he wouldn't be of much use to them. All he wanted was some time to himself, some time to improve his skills so he could better serve the sisters. Yet, instead of having the time to himself that he needed, he was given more work immediately after he got off duty. He'd been walking past Vasya's office on his way to dinner when he was called in. It seemed the Captain wanted a message delivered. A simple letter to be delivered to …

Kedyn shifted nervously in Arrow's saddle as the column of soldiers spread along the main road of the Citadel waited for the Ashaman at their front to make these gateways. It wasn't as if he didn't believe these things could happen but....Kedyn had a tendency to be suspicious from his time as a Scout and he had only heard storied of these gateways and yet to see one. This would be the first tour of the Black Tower that the Band had created the deal between the two entities. Moving by gateway would be faster as well as create less suspicion, but Kedyn also had ideas that it would be a way for the Black Tower to show what they could do. These gateways had been a large r…

Sunlight filtered through the filmy curtains casting an ethereal glow about her quarters. Small particles dancing and flitting throughout the beams brought about a realization. Her rooms were in need of a sound cleaning and the Brown sister simply did not have the heart to do it herself. She did not really have the heart to let a novice or servant into her private sanctuary either, but that was better than having to complete the loathe task herself. Considering it was nearing the end of spring and time for her annual sojourn to Cairhein, the cleaning could be accomplished quite efficiently by the time she returned. Yes, the trip would take at least a fortnight if not m…

With the departure of Andular, a new Division was sought for the Wolfkin, and there was only one choice as far as Muirenn and i were concerned, so please welcome Asfaloth(Burrich)as the new Division Leader, good luck mate! Owen

"Keep going Ursana! Thats it lad, keep it up!" Cheering Ursana on as the lad did another lap of the track, Aran stretched forward to his toes before laying back against his Faith. Tree was always there when he needed it, always willing to support him and shelter him. Now that was real faithfulness. He was sure that Ursana was far from happy with the arrangement, thinking that Aran should be sweating it out with him. Of course, Ursana had a very skewed idea of fairness as well, something he was working on as it were. Besides, it gave him a chance to think. It had been an interesting week, especially with how things were between him and Cairma. They remained …

Post your thoughts here! http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=213449 (This does effect this Division, btw.. ^_^) *hugs* Arie

hey everyone I am back after an unexpected and rather long absense! I had to move, and have just now finally gotten the internet back up. I have trouble logging back in under my old username. Is there anything I need to send the DL to get started back up?

Scrunching the note that he'd been given, the look on Aran's face was all that was sour. Damn Ginae, damn her and damn her again, if she thinks she's funny she's going to get another lession. He had just been informed that he had a new student, something which he wasn't looking forward to at all. Granted, it wouldn't be quite so bad because it would be Rosh's little brother, there were plenty of things he could do with that, but the very principle of being responsible for a student annoyed him. Looking up at the lad, Aran realised that Ursana and he had never really spoken before. Then again, Aran had a distinct suspicion that Rosh's hand had been behind that. No…

Green eyes swept across the black velvet expanse over head; noted the twinkle of a thousand stars. Their appearance was that of diamond chips drawing the wandering eye in wonder and bewilderment. So much beauty and vastness created in a sweeping moment by the creator’s hand. Corin’s eyes finally came to rest on a moon almost full and low on the horizon. The thin film of chimney smoke where it sat made it take on a blood red tinge drawing a sardonic smile to the young guards face. The creator had so easily brought forth the vast wonders and beauty of the night; yet that same night held a deep rooted evil. An evil that continued to grow; to gain strength against them. H…