Legacy Saga Archive

Covai sat on the top of the stack of firewood leaning against the wall of the inn, munching on a roll stuffed with beef and cheese as he looked up at the clear blue sky. Storm Leader of the Black Tower he may be, but he certainly didnt look it at that moment. Taking a sip from the wineskin at his hip, Covai washed the food down as someone came through the back of the inn. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Covai took a look to see who it was. Covai couldnt place the man's name but had seen him around over the last few weeks. Whistling, Covai got the fellow's attention and waved him over. Rolling his eyes as the soldier saluted, Covai shook his head and motioned the man…

Yes, we have a brand new Accepted in our ranks...Congratulations Twyle, welcome to the world of a little more colour!

She had been taken here from a distant place. This by a woman, the Mistress of Novices, taken away. Twyle had little idea how she come to the room. Larger than her thoughts could master. The voices had been ragged as the Aes Sedai had carried her away. Now she looked, eyes staring at her, waiting for something. “Two things that no woman hears until she enters this room. Once you begin, you must continue to the end. Refuse to go on, no matter your potential and you will be very kindly put out of the Tower with enough silver to support you a year, and you will never be allowed back. Second. To streek, to strive, is to know danger. You will know danger here. Some wome…

After months of travel he finally made it-Peter couled now see the Great walls of Kemlin.But that wan't why he came for.Peter was sent by his familie to this dangerous journey becose they feared him,feared the "things" that happened arouned him when he was sad,angry or just bored.They saw the truth-Peter was weelding the One Power.That's why now he needed to find the place where man(and boys) like him where accepted not like monsters,but like gifted and wanted people.

Hi all I'm new here. Well not on the forums actually but with the Warders. I just send my Bio hoping it will get aproved :D

Covai hung upside down from the branch of the tree as he waited for Rion to arrive for his last class as a Dedicated. Well, if he passed this class it would be his last as a Dedicated. Scanning the surrounding woods as he waited, Covai wondered if the man was lost. Covai shrugged. He had been hunting in these woods since he was Dedicated, and knew most of them like that back of his hand. Not that many people spend all that much time looking at the back of their hands though... Covai thought as he felt one of the wards go off to the left of him. Turning his head to the side, Covai watched as the Dedicated made his way to the pile of rocks Covai had left on the ground …

*Waves and smiles manically* Hi! Just wanted to say hi and find out what classes are available for me to get my training for Dedicated done.

ooc: my new post is at the bottom Estel: Carnhain stood in a patch of bare ground in the part of the Citadel that had become known as the sparring grounds. Patches of grass grew up in areas that had yet to be trampled, while other areas had been worn down by any number of spars. Rather than the heavier boots Carnhain was used to wearing while riding, he had a pair of lighter boots that went only half-way up his calf, rather than all the way. In a duel, he relied on his quickness, rather than his power. The pair of tight breeches he wore weren’t so tight that they restricted movement, but were tight enough that they refrained from hindering him either. As usual…

Isha stretched his broad back, feeling the cloth of his shirt stretch against it. If he had been holding saidin, he would have likely been able to feel every fibre in the cotton cloth but as it was- without the Power- he felt dull, lifeless. The training yard around him was full of stuffed manakins- nothing more than a melon on a straw sack. Isha stood in the middle of this 'gathering', sticking out more than he normally did in any crowd. Finally his student arrived. The boy- he used this term very loosely as it was impossible for this young man to be more than a year or two younger than he. However, with his appearance and all sense of youth long boiled away …

Hi guys :D. I would like to be tested for the black tower :D

Hi boys, I miss you!

So...as it is there are some people in here who need classes for their BT Soldiers... If you´re interested in a Basic Offense/Defense class taught by a Dedicated who is....well let´s just say maybe not the most likely person to teach that kind of lesson... Well, sign up here, I´ll leave this open till I return from Hungary at the 21st, maybe a little longer ;) Cheers, Faile

Yes, we have a new Aes Sedai in our midst, welcome Evaida to the Gray Ajah!

: : : : At the crack of dawn the palest hues of light slid in softly to colour the sleeping city in shadow. Beneath brooding skies the city appeared as some great dragon, white as ice, coiled gently about its towering prize. As a blazing sun rose somewhere distant beyond the cloud banks, molten gold burst forth across the sky, tinting everything the same delicate shade as though painted with gold leaf. That night a frost had set in and now lay in a white shroud across arches and spires so that each peak glittered like the point of a diamond. Down in the darkened streets chill still lingered in among the elegant wrought structures; ice water dripped somewhere among the mis…

“Come on lazy bones it be time to be starting a new day.†Yrean emphasised his words with a gentle nudge with the toe of his boot, into Dorian’s ribs. Dorian’s sleep addled reply did not surprise Yrean, the two men had been working well into the night cataloguing a new shipment of weapons for Yrean’s shop, and the sun had hardly risen above the horizon and here was Yrean expecting Dorian to be raring to go. “I’ll be making a hot drink while you be composing yourself.†Dorian could hear Yrean’s soft chuckle as he descended the stairs to the kitchen. They had spent the whole night in the shop, not the first time Yrean had done this, and he appreciated th…

I'm REALY intressed..........

OOC: Lanfir will have gone to kill Caladesh in his cell, when she finds a Black Sister standing there with the same intent. She surprises the Black with her katana, murders her in cold blood, and then struggles with Caladesh. It's a dirty fight, a confusing one, since Caladesh also wants to Sheathe the Sword, but in the end they get what they both want: Caladesh' blood staining Lanfir's katana. He perishes. I'm not sure if we ever get to roleplay it out, so we started with the last phase of One Last Stand. This deals with Lanfir's fate... One Last Stand: The Last Remaining Light ~When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not w…

Elyssa was tired of sitting in her rooms all day. She hadn't seen Dafydd in weeks. She knew he was around she just couldn't tell where he was. She felt lonely being without him, she'd gotten used to having him around. She needed to go out and do something so she wouldn't go crazy over wondering where he'd been all this time. She hated going anywhere on her own then so she would have to find someone to share her company with. Elyssa went out toward the gardens and decided she would stop by the novice quarters and listen to see if she could find anyone who had nothing to do that day. She thought it very unlikely but thought it'd be nice to take a novice out and get to …

I'm in need of one for an RP Eyota and I are starting....or actually I guess I should say Windracer is in need of a Sage ;) tho it will do him little good :(

Hey, I've lost the link to the website, could someone send it to me? Thanks.

Owan stood at the entrance to the archery field. One of the scouts had requested training. He thought about that for a second and shook his head. There was a good natured ribbing between most of the branches of the Band. He looked at the piece of paper again that had the request. The shortbow..not exactly the strongest of bows but able to be used from horseback and in tight spots. He had used it a few times but prefered the longbow. He had given a note to one of the privates to get to her telling her to meet him at the yard this morning. Hopefully this scout would be punctual and on time for a change. He took up his longbow and walked to the start of the f…

Kiarma fingered the short sword at her side with barely contained excitement as she walked her mount closer to the Citadel. Perhaps someone would teach her thoroughly here! And if all the stories she'd ever heard about drunken soldiers were true, she was in for a great time. Not once did it occur to her that she may be turned away, and denied admittance to their ranks. Her excitement clouded all else. Idly she wondered if her father or brothers had discovered her note yet. No doubt her father would be horrified, and her brothers thrilled. They had not been the best influence on her, to say the least, which tended to explain her choice of dress, baggy, worn breeches an…

Yet another one to don the banded dress, Congratulations Faile on your raising!

Valan stepped through the gateway and looked around. The landscape was much different then he was used to in the Borderlands. There were to many trees...to much cover for shadowspawn to hide in. He was used to cities like Fal Dara. Where defense was the first priority. The Black Tower...is what the place was supposedly called. He didn't see anything that even remotely resembled a Tower. His feelings were mixed. He knew here he would recieve training..yet he didn't know if it is what he should do or not. He knew he would go mad channeling. However he was not ready to die yet so the only option was to train and learn to control. He stood looking around he…

Stifling a yawn Nightsfire blew out the candle on the nightstand beside his bed and let his head hit the pillow. After a hard day of training in the wilderness he looked forward to a good nights sleep and closed his eyes. The sound of crickets and other nocturnal creatures could be heard through his open window. A cool breeze blew through the room and within moments Nights drifted into a sound sleep. The mind often plays tricks when in the deep recesses of slumber and with the wolf dream one had to be careful. It seemed only moments from when he had closed his eyes that he was awoken by the sharp cries of men. Men it would seem preparing for battle. Sitting…

I know some of you have wondered where I went...well things heated up and I had to head out..well for my trouble I took a bullet to the left side of my groin. But now I'm back and yes I'll get started on the training threads I promised. Owan Bloodeye

It's down right now. Not being the most technically accomplished bunch, your staff are currently working out what to do about it. :roll:

Any takers on helping me get to the Black Tower? I'm heading to Tear to introduce myself to the first man in black I see! If I see someone there or on the road before hand I don't care ... just want to arrive and get started :P Dont make me beg...

Well, since the popular trend is to advertise this, what I have so far is some Ashies come to Maerone, and Elessar stumbles into them, and he gets whisked off to the Tower... Any Ashy/Dedicated volunteers?

I'm off my 2 months some odd day vacation, and looking for some RP's to get back into practice. Anyone need a Storm Leader somewhere... or a trip somewhere for the civvie's, for more clothing (time warped after you've been here a few months) Dash