Legacy Saga Archive

Daraniea walked through the hallways by herself. She tried her best to avoid Aes Sedai attention, since she had already been questioned about five times since she entered this hallway as to why she was here without a note in her hand. Truly, Daraniea had no idea that Aes Sedai were so nosey. Daraniea did her best to remember that this was not Cairhien, and that here, she was nothing but a "child". Turning a corner, Daraniea thought she was in the right place. Remembering her instructions, "...your first lesson about the White Tower will be to find out from someone where the Ajah Quarters are, and which room is mine. I will see you tomorrow morning." Daraniea had …

Polishing the dagger again, Lyv ran her finger along the blade and a grin appeared on her face. She liked the feel of this ancient weapon in her hand and wondered what it must be like to actually carry it into battle with her. She had borrowed it from Kaylan Sedai of the Green Ajah to clean, sharpen and do some test runs with it. It had hung on the Sedai’s walls for decades and weapons needed care if they were to stay in proper use. Lyv had tested the dagger and a range of other daggers and short swords for the Green Sister and was just getting ready to return the last of the collection. A blanket with twelve daggers in it lay on the bed before her and she ran her polis…

"Well lah dee dah, aren't you just something, step aside." Taking the dagger off Giselle, Aran lined up his target straight and true. A round board that had been mounted on the wall, there were three circles that emanated from a single dot. That dot was where Giselle's dagger was currently lodged, and to beat it Aran was going to have to get his dagger right in next to hers. It would take skill, sleight of hand, dextrous fingers and Aran's natural ability to win him the bet. "In fact, watch this Giselle. Because I'm so good, I'm not even going to watch." Closing his eyes, the target in his mind, he lifted the blade back slowly, ever so slowly. Focus. Be one…

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A wind breezed through a small patch of woods at the edge of farming village in southern Andor plastering the cloak of a woman pulling water from a well to her back. She turned the winch effortlessly until the bucket was at her reach. The muscles on her arms tensed as she raised the bucket over the rim, but a curse escaped her lips as she splashed water on her simple dress. Instinctively she looked around to make sure that the Wisdom wasn't at the hearing range. Such foul language could earn her a mouthwashing with soap or she might escape only with a stern lecture. It still mystified her that the simple village Wisdom coaxed such reaction and respect from her. After all,…

Everyone seems to have vanashed since the week of the evil Rp. What's up with everyone??

Liitha looked towards the city, she would reach it juring the afternoon this day, home, she had been away for a year. The mare tossed her head unpatiently and Liitha put her into a walk towards Tar Valon. It where late afternoon when she rode over the bridge into the city, it was weird to be back in a way, and it both felt familiar like she had barely been away, but at the same time like she had been away a lot longer than a year. She rode slowly through the town looking at everything with new eyes, more experinced eyes. She had changed bout outward and inward while away, though the time had been hard she had actualy gained a litle weigth, not much but enough…

Kedyn yawned lazily as he lowered himself to the ground near the edge of the sword ring in the training fields. He rolled his kneck waiting for the very satisfying crack. Leaning back on his elbows Kedyn stifled another yawn and went through the same motions for his back. His joints begining to relax, Kedyn began to stretch and run through what he was going to be doing today. Miria's second lesson as it seemed like he had said before he was going to control most of her training himself. Kedyn found himself smiling thinking of the new scout, his 'lover.' Which made him only laugh more. This ruse that Miria had fored him into was a nonstop source of amusement, and it ha…

Braxton hummed a war song as he strolled. Short sword and dagger sheathed; whip hidden firmly beneath his tunic. He felt good. Better than good. He felt great. His thick clumsy farmer’s body had slimmed; was becoming harder. It was one thing to cart water and mend fences, it was another to run until even the smallest of stomach contents could not avoid being expelled. Life as a Trainee was hard. No harder than his former life, just different and it would take some time before he was properly accustomed to those differences. Quitting had yet to enter his head, there was always his grandfather and ever-threatening stave protectively corralling such thoughts. Progress…

The little room in the novice quarters was becoming dim with the fading light of dusk. The small nub of a candle did not give off much light but it was just enough for Evaida to make out the words on the parchment. The letters that came out of Tear from her family were rare yet more numerous than her replies, she could not count the number of times over the years she tried to tell them that she was studying to be Aes Sedai in the White Tower but the words never made it on to the paper. Just the same vague replies time after time that she was safe, well and working hard. The tiny flame of the candle stirred as the door to Evie’s room opened revealing Faerzyne Sedai in he…

In her months among der'Algai, Arala had developed what could only be called a swagger. In her early days she trotted from place to place, always eager to please and with alacrity. Thinking on it now she felt foolish, as though she had been a pup back then, without the teeth to lend weight to her newly minted snarl. But soon the status of her assignment to the elite squad sunk in and she slowed her pace when responding to anyone who wasn't a commanding officer among der’Algai’s number. And so it was this morning she did not hasten to Doeshan’s request for her to visit his yards and instead strolled into the Fortress mess like she was the guest at some grand even…

Karigan walked the street listening to the roar and rush of the big city. Being a small town girl Karigan looked around with wide eye's catching all the glint and glimmer of city life, the people from nations far and wide. Karigan had merely read of the places they were from,there she saw merchants from Tarabon, Tear and Arad Doman to name a few. So many people from so far, in such a small place, Karigan mused, it's a wonder that Caemlyn is not as wild as some stories i've heard about other cities such as Ebou Dar or Lugard. Karigan winced thinking of other stories of people killed on a whim. Her thoughts occupied, Karigan failed to notice a woman watching her untill she …

His head was filled with the noises around him. The hollow sound of their horses hooves seemed nearly to drown in the cacophony of different noises crashing down on him as he rode alongside Danian, letting his gelding Sei pick his way through the crowds. Sei, eye, was an apt name for his horse indeed, since his eyes were good enough to maneuver himself and Doian through the streets, since Dorian couldn´t help him much in that, since he couldn´t see himself. Yet Dorian knew he could trust the animal to go the right way just as he could trust Danian who was just riding by his side, the clatter of his horse´s hooves being the only familiar sound in Dorian´s ears. S…

Night in the Citadel is an accomplishment in drunkedness and brawling, in some rare cases. The men and women whose shifts are up for the day collectively find themselves sharing a brew with friends and platoon mates. There are several taverns in the Citadel, gathering places for the thirsty and the tired. And the angry... Blood and bloody ashes! If I see that flaming, goat-kissing bastard, I'm going to bloody well kill him! Frelin, a sergeant in the Bull Platoon of the Infantry sat nursing a mug of ale, his fifth of the evening. His guard shift had been rather uneventful, except for the man he had been stationed with: Sergeant Weriom of Sledge Platoon. The two …

well, to get my WS5 for my girl, I need to spar with someone. So my dead (currently depressed) Estel would enjoy getting the shit beat out of her by one of you wardery/TGy/TTy peoples. anyone interested?

Thats right folks, come and sign your names up right here!! *Points to a sign up sheet on the table in front of him* Sick of training RPs with nothing else to do than mimic weaves? Want to have something to do that wont increase your chances of being corrupted by the taint? Ever wanted to see Saidin get used for something besides explosions and killing? Well sign up right here!! (Note: I make no promises concerning the corruption, occurant or otherwise, of anybody signing up for this. I also make no promises that there won't be a few loud explosions, or the odd fluffy bunny being destroyed by a holy hand grenade) Once we have a minimum of 4 sign ups the…

Covai leaned against the trunk of the tree as he started munching on a roll stuffed with beef and cheese, using his legs as they dangled from the branch he was on to keep his balance. He was finally enjoying some time alone after his return to the Black Tower. As he looked around at the Farm, it was starting to be a distant memory of what it once was. Many buildings remained the same, The Inn for example, which Covai was secretly relieved to see. Surprisingly enough his quarters has remained untouched. The wards he had placed has long since warn off, but surprisingly Dashiva has been maintaining them in his absence. Taking a sip from the wineskin at his hip, Cova…

Now in the Armory, Deneira was half ignoring her new trainee as she looked around the room. The boy had never wielded a weapon, she bet, and now she had to teach him to use one. Honestly, why did these little farm boys come to the city? They should have stayed where they were from, and leave the fighting to those that knew what they were doing. This was completely unfair to the teachers… They were given useless people, and told to make warriors out of them. People a swordsman or spearman was not something taught… it was something that was born within, and carefully molded along every step of growth… this really was some cruel joke. She went over to the diff…

Lavinya was alone in her room, practising the weaves that she would have to perform in the test. Each of the hundred weaves had to be performed correctly, and in order. So far she had only succeeded in successfully completing them once. Her room mate Evaida, one of her only true friends in the tower, had helped her, doing whatever she could to distract her as she channelled. She sighed, as she fumbled a weave, and released the source. She was never going to pass the testing. Light, she didn’t think she would be able to bear the humiliation of being sent from the tower, not good enough to become an Aes Sedai. She shuddered. She MUST get this right. Chewing her lip, she e…

Happy Mothers Day to all the mums and those expecting out there. :)

You can find those not so nice good guys mixing it up with the worst the Dark One can throw their way at: http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=2428 Enjoy! Dali/Ben, BT Div Leader.

Christine Sedai DM Member Joined: 25 Jul 2005 Posts: 241 Location: the BEACH! Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:31 pm Post subject: A nursemaid? A Tower Guard Nursemaid? This should be fun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gasping for air, Christine sat up, her chest heaving. The blankets fell from around her, and she realised she was naked in bed. Whatever room this was, it was better than the one she had had as an accepted. And those were not yellow herbs over the doorway, but a green ajah battle sword. She was in her new room. Her stuff was around the room... but she didn’t have much. The few dr…

I Pm'ed and emailed my mentor, but I haven't received a reply I am WAY eager to start RPing and I don't even know what to do!

Grinning as she hauled the last of the three buckets from under the shelf, Lyv looked over at Deneira. She was the one in charge of making the paint and Lyv would climb the rafters up in the ceiling to dump it over their victim. Well, not really a victim, he had done enough prank work himself to earn a little payback. And they had come up with a nice payback that involved bright colors and big laughs, yet little room to sneak out and stay out of the blame. Well, they were ready to take that risk today, on a sunny afternoon with a few clouds on the heavens, Lyv and Deneira were working on filling the buckets and preparing them for the prank. The two guards had found ea…

Liitha yawned as she sat up, it was still dark. Raising she went to the stream nearby, slowly washing the sleep out of her eyes. She had hid well and allowed herself some light sleep trusting the horses to alert her if anything came close. Sliping into black pants, she pulled on a white shirt and combed her hair before braiding it and puting it into a knot in her neck. Darkness was slowly giving way to a dawning morning. She lit a fire to make tea, it would be some time till she could drink that again, she wouldnt dare light a fire after crossing into the blight. Her breakfast where some fruit and bread, dousing the fire she went over to the horses. Her new mare slowl…

A silvery slash appeared outside of the Black Tower. Appearing to rotate open, it revealed within it a platform, apparently of stone, holding a man on his horse. Riding through, the man seemed somewhat concerned. The area had changed much since he had last seen it. He wore the Black Coat of the men of this place, adorned with the silver sword and dragon on opposite collars. He had left wearing another coat, but he had left the rank that it implied behind when he had left the tower so long ago. Riding at a walk, he approached the gate of the Black Tower, 2 Dedicated eyeing him warily. "Halt, who goes there?". "Inform Dalinarius that Ragnar has returned to …

I knew I had been forgetting something amid finals... My annual LoA begins May 12th this year, a little earlier that what had been, but that's the way it is. Should be back around September or so. Don't kill everyone I knew, now, and I expect there to still be a Guard when I get back too!

Hey guys, I don't know how much longer I'll be on here, but I'm returning for a short while. Seems I've done that a couple of times now.

It was a dusty evening in late summer. The sun was still above the horizon by a hair and painted the whole world (or at least the empty fields before Sterre) a deep russet hue. She was relaxing against a tree, watching the sun set while quietly enjoying a beer on her own. Sterre figured that she'd deserved this one. Tonight had been the first night that their performance had gone flawless. The audience had gone wild and they had made an amount of money that was even greater than on their first night, when they'd still been a novelty around those parts. Every step she'd set, every jump, every twirl - even the part where she had 'fought' to rob Suraya of her fiery torc…

I don't really want to have to do this at this time, but I'm going to have to go on an LOA for a few days. Real Life *growls* is still playing havoc and, even though we're not going on holiday for a week or so yet, we have lots of preparations to do so I'm not going to be around for a while. I'll try and pop in before the end of the week, but then the week before will be insanely busy and I doubt I'll be able to get online much. *cries* See you when I can, and James I'll try to post today to the Carnival RP.