Legacy Saga Archive

[[OOC: as mentioned before, these lessons were done with @Lih-Lyh via messaging. First post is Lih and second post is me.]] A covered basket on her table this morning. Lillian drew off the cover and picked up one of the rosebuds inside. “Ok, last lesson and you’re good to move on. We’re going to cover earth, fire, and spirit. Also any other questions you may have for me. Earth has many uses. We can detect mineral ores in the earth, help plants grow during terrible weather, form battle weaves, etc. Today we will be helping a rosebud bloom." "This class begins with imagining yourself as a rosebud opening to the sun, and it ends …

[[OOC: Been burning the midnight oil with @Lih-Lyh ! Here is Saidar Class 3 which was done via messaging. Class 4 was done in the same manner and will be posted shortly. First post is Lih, second post is me.]] With Viv sat across from her, Lillian began today’s lesson. She was proud of how quickly Vivian took to saidar - these days novices and accepted swelled their ranks, but were raised quickly compared with even a few years ago. Lillian refused her arches twice before she faced her fears . . . “There are five powers, or elements within the Source: air, earth, fire, spirit and water. Your strength in each will vary, as you will fi…

She knew what the solitude was for – it was a time for contemplation, for meditation upon the oaths and the duty she was about to bear – but Senette spent a good portion of the night in a state of numb shock. After all the years of study and sacrifice, of training and chores and character building and repetitive revision, at last the final goal had arrived. She’d managed in quite good time, from what she could determine, which was a tribute to her hard work and quick mind, as well as her studiousness. All the years had been preparation for this point, and now it was here…. blank. It wasn’t like her to not be mulling over the words of some ancient text, or pondering the pr…

Seheria watched the bustle in the ajah halls erupt shortly after the end of the ceremony was announced. Word spread to the Ajah when the last of the Sisters from other ajahs emerged from the Chamber where the newest Sister was raising. The Yellows had long since been preparing for the addition of the newest, Celestine, but one never truly knew which direction a newly raised sister would take until the words were spoken. At the exit of the representatives of the six other ajahs it was known and spread back to the chosen ajah to start the preparations. Seheria scanned her closest looking for the most appropriate welcoming outfit. The Sisters always seemed to t…

[[OOC: @Lih-Lyh and I completed my Saidar 2 class via messaging. I am posting the scene here.]] Lillian rested for a moment as she polished her sword. It was funny the things you don’t forget. Basic sword forms, dancing skills, they never went away. Like how to maintain your stance. You don’t do anything that would shake or upset the fine balance you’d achieved between your weapon and your body. She admired her weapon appreciatively as she cased her oiled clothes. Its balance was enjoyable. The engraved mark on its handle was proud and deliberate. Like the scar tissues of a sworn soldier. This was a form of meditation. There was a knock on t…

Ful took directions from the Dedicated directing traffic at the road junction, and left the main thoroughfare by a flight of steps that led him down onto a walled path by the creek. The deep green creek surged through a deep, man-made channel. He made his way to an archway overlooking the make-shift canal further along the wall. It was one of two side entrances to one of the farm’s kitchens and tired, hungry looking locals hung around the entrance. Soldiers and civilians alike were fed here, side by side. Earlier on, this soup kitchen had been started by one of the more sympathetic asha’aman who could not bare to see the misery of civi…

Private to Corporal (req: 2 RPs + WS 6): 1st RP: Jugglenauts in Baerlon In which Tristram meets Jehryn a medic who brings her to the Band - complete 2nd RP: A Night in the Tavern (Open) In which Tristram meets Burgandy an older man whom she dubs 'grandpa' - complete Weapon Score: WS 2 - incomplete

I have an RP that I want to do but I need someone to write with. I'll reveal all but I don't want to do it publiclly. You can find more information in my original thread on the Tar Valon board.

In the blue dimness of night, Ashley ran in the unfamiliar grounds. Even familiar shops and greenery looked different; blurs. He ran. And ran and ran, until the pain caught up and made him stop running. Wah, this isn't far “Hah . . . hah . . .” He panted; lungs tightened in need of air. His stomach hurt. He clenched over, panting “Hah, I . . . really . . . am not in shape.” Every day he had been sitting in the wagons, not exercising enough. There was no strength in his body due to years of being sedentary. It wasn’t something he considered when he arrived at this city, determined to change himself into somebody strong. …

The wind is strong. So strong that it has become hard for Raven to move forward. She clutches to the sides of her cloak trying to keep it closed and bends the upper part of her body hoping it would be enough to shield herself from the gusts of air that have been fighting against her since noon. Her hair is a mess and she hates it. The twin braids she made in a hurry this morning have completely disappeared. They now look like the tails of two mangy dogs. Amalexia the Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah who tested her back in Cairhien and who is now accompanying her to Tar Valon decided that it would better for them to do the last part of their journey on foot! When Rave…

Ignis had never seen Tar Valon. He had also never seen the White Tower. Ignis wasn't someone who traveled much. He had survival skills. Borderlanders were taught those skills. Seeing the tower for the first time was still breath taking. His eyes looked around as he walked through the streets of Tar Valon. The lack of a jingle from the bells that used to adorn his dirty blonde hair was still something Ignis wasn't used to. The familiar weight was gone, a constant reminder of his past sins. The Tower itself was grand, and as he arrived at the Tower grounds, he took a moment to admire the building, however, it wasn't long before a guard asked him for his purpose…

Viviane paced across the cold stone floor. She exhaled before casting her gaze across the room. It was simply furnished, something she was used to. Back in Camelyn, before her family had grown poor, she was spoiled by her parents. All the finer things in life were hers if only she asked for them. Beautiful silk gowns, hot spiced chocolate from Sea Folk traders, gold gilded books from every corner of the continent, all of this was hers. Then the hardship came. Father died during the Aiel war, and the shop’s once loyal customers started to buy their garments elsewhere. Mother had to sell off most of their finer possessions just to put meat on the…

Viviane Accylon exhaled sharply. She ran a hand through her long, flowing auburn hair, trying with all her might to smooth out a few loose strands. Her mane always seemed to act up whenever she was stressed. That just wouldn’t do if she were to be Aes Sedai one day. The Sisters of the White Tower were in complete control of their bodies and their emotions, that included their hair. Light! I still haven’t gotten used to the idea… Here I am all in white, and still, my brain denies it. A Novice of the White Tower, that was who Viviane Accylon was now. Her bone white dress covered her modestly, no man looking at her woul…

Guidelines and Requirement Rules for NOVICES Guidelines for Novices & Accepted • A. Emulation. Initiates do their very best to emulate Aes Sedai; you act as much according to the above principles as possible. Follow the above rules unless you have a compelling reason not to. • B. Free Time & Chores. Novices have one free day every two weeks, a week being ten days long, and they will also be subjected to chores. Accepted can guide their own studies to a greater extent. All initiates will be working hard. Your days are full; between classes you have chores. You will collapse into bed exhausted every evening, rise still worn out, and thank your lucky star…

Ooc: anybody can feel free to join in. Just two white sisters walking around Tower looking at artwork, talking In the end, nothing was explained about the disappearance of Lillian Tremina, how she returned, or about the time she was kidnapped. She didn’t need to tell her sisters these things. Not when there were more pressing matters cropping up by the day. The Tower was the same, but the feel different. More urgency. Imperceptible faces seeming troubled, somehow. Of course they made changes - new rules - while she was away. Yes, the Wheel wove as it willed. If only she understood that Weaving better. Lillian secretly wished for bette…

It had been an adventurous few days and being back at the Farm with nothing particularly strange going on Nox found himself more at ease. He knew the anxiety would be there later. It always was, but right now he was at ease. He was home. Adrim was not far away if he was needed. Part of Nox's job was to teach gateways. He wasn't the best at it. Certainly others showed more promise, but he had the ability to make larger gateways. It was one of the few things he was proud of. Being an Asha'man was his only accomplishment. Today he had a few students. They were picking up the basics. Skimming and Traveling two different things. Sometimes you got both…

Lavinya hurried through the halls of the place she called home, barely noticing the elegant tapestries and opulent decorations tucked into niches along her way. Not even a glance was spared for those she passed; on reflection she could not even say who they had been. She was shaken to the core. When would her world stop turning on its end? The meeting with Estel had been disturbing, infuriating and troublesome, and now she wanted nothing more than to retire to her apartments and think things through in solitude. Some of her suspicions had been confirmed, but that confirmation had rocked her harder than she had anticipated. Everything had changed. Everything. I…

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Aiden had finally done it - all on his own. He hadn't needed help from Raeyn Sedai, or either of his sisters. He'd done what Mother and Sam had done. It was a good day. The sun was shining, and he had memorized all his lines. It wasn't hard. Memorization was key to a lot of the things he'd learned with Demus. Being an assassin wasn't always just killing sometimes when the Great Lord asked you did the other things, collecting information from the Light. For now Aiden had been complacent his his duty towards the Shadow, but soon he'd be able to do more. He hadn't really gone to Shayol Ghul like his mother, he hadn't done more than swear his soul with wor…

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The room was cavernous, with vaulted ceilings leaving plenty of room for weaves and maneuvering. This room had been used for thousands of years by Greens and Reds developing their battle skills. The walls were strengthened with the One Power much the way the walls of the city had been to prevent the structure of the building being damaged, no matter what weaves the women inside worked. The floor had a thick layer of rock and earth placed over smooth stone to allow practice with the weaves men were most likely to use. Today, Elin had reserved the room for her own practice. She had not done so in years, since she was new to the Ajah, but if she was going to trav…

There was nostalgia in the heights of the White Tower looming above the rising city of Tar Valon. A sight that for a near generation she was left walking with half a mind to escape and the half to stay and hide within its.. protective walls. Protective became relative over the years and when she was finally able to done the Red Ajah shawl, she abandoned all demands of her upon joining her Ajah and simply left. Not in the first year. Not the second year. But once she felt she had learned what she wanted from her Ajah and maintained enough income to ensure that she would be able to return when needed, there was little to keep her there. Carraidhin Glass, Aes Se…

The dress she wore was simple. Colored lightly in blue with simple green and rose embroidery. The skirts, blouse and vest were simple as would a student in a well paid school. At least, Aubriana only would guess that her father send ahead coin to pay for her education with the White Tower. Or it was free. This, Aubriana did not guess. Finances was something her father kept completely to himself. She was given a note with a name and a classroom number for her to attend. The time early. She had her lesson plans but somehow they seemed... light. As if it was expected to change, or that they were not to take her attendance here as ... seriously. She didn't know. …

“It is... unprecedented.” Astradore pulled the needle up, tightening the thread, then paused. “But then, change is to be expected. No longer can the White Tower play by the old rules—not that I need to tell you that, of course.” She looped the needle back in along the hoop, and pulled it up again. It helped her both focus and relax, a sort of meditation she could do anywhere. “Will you be coming with me then?” the Sitter asked her. Astradore's needle paused again, briefly. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. “You ask it as a question, but you are a Sitter, and if you are in charge of the mission, I think I hardly have a choice in the matter.” T…

If one thing was certain for Nox, the visit of an Aes Sedai to the Farm had clearly intrigued his interests in things outside his own little world. He still wouldn't stay and he could go home anytime he wanted. The Citadel was friendly, why not visit Tar Valon too. It was like Tear, grandoise and huge in comparison to where he'd grown up a meager child. And the brothel and streets were nothing to compare life to in these cities, not even Tear's ramshackles were as bad as what he'd grown up in. Though Nox didn't want to run into any Aes Sedai. Or anyone for that matter, Adrim opened a gate to Tar Valon. Well not Tar Valon, a small village outside the ci…

OOC: Taking off from his trip outside the Tower, Rhys duels an Asha'man. This is the final Historical post. I'll be waiting on official approval before beginning active RP. ~~~~~ “Did you enjoy your tri-” Dendric’s words cut off as Rhys’ fist filled the Asha’man’s mouth. “I challenge you, Asha’man Dendric. Tomorrow, at dawn. Fists and the Power.” The whole night, Rhys debated if he’d made the right decision. He knew he was close, maybe even ready, to earn his new rank… and he knew that part of earning it was this challenge… but a large part of him thought the challenge was a foolish exercise. He barely slept that…

OOC: Continuing the historical posts, here is Rhys' first trip outside the Tower after joining up. ~~~~~~~~~~ During his tenth month as Dedicated, Asha’man Dendric selected him to go on a recruiting mission. During their ride to the Traveling grounds, Dendric told him that the m’Hael and the other Asha’man were beginning to think Rhys was lazy. Few men took more than 9 months as a Soldier or Dedicated. Most men were made asha’man within a year to a year and a half… and here was Rhys, almost over two years in the Tower, taking more than a year as a Soldier, and no sign that he was ready to claim the title asha’man. With that …

OOC: Continuing the historical posts showing Rhys' growth over the months. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Battle Training was not Rhys’ favorite thing, but he was getting better at it. Today, he and his squad were running through the woods to the East of the Tower, and Rhys was struggling to keep pace with the rest of the men. They were younger and had been farmers or soldiers before hand, and now were much fitter than Rhys… he wasn’t pudgy like he had been when he first arrived, but he was nowhere near the condition one needs to be to be called an “active” man. Hidden through the woods were other Dedicated whose sole task was to make sure that none of Rhys’ squa…

OOC: Over the next few days, I'll be posting my asha'man's progression from newbie to full rank. This thread will be Rhys learning new skills as a Soldier. ~~~~~~~~~ The Black Tower bought most of its food from merchants and farmers, but they supplemented it by hunting in the woods nearby. Or further out for those that can Travel. Rhys had found the packs of dogs that wander the Black Tower and had begun working with some of them, turning them from a pack of wild things into his personal pack of hunting hounds. There was a young girl who helped him manage them. When he was training, she saw to their feeding. When he came to…

OOC: Over the next few days, I'll be posting my asha'man's progression from newbie to full rank. This thread will be Rhys learning new skills as a Soldier. ~~~~~~~~~ New Skills - Learning to fight “You will learn to use this weapon, Soldier.” The asha’man leading the lesson was stern. Rhys had refused to learn the blade when other soldiers offered to teach. He had refused it when Dedicated tried to teach him. Now, he had the attention of an asha’man. “Sir, I don’t see any reason to learn how to swing a blade.” Rhys kept his face calm, neutral. He would be peaceful. He breathed deeply, letting the evening’s cool air fill…