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What do I need to do other than update Aiden's Bio to bring him back active? Mat

OOC: This is completely open to all but I would recommend you first read the bio for Dylan Ablard and the description of the Cair Rahien. All around him people were moving about finishing up their last minute tasks, but Dylan Ablard sat in a corner booth consumed by his memories. He had grown up running around the tables here at the Cair Rahien, but even he could barely recognize the place now. The fire had utterly destroyed the home of countless generations of his family, its architecture unique as the myriad additions that shaped it. When he and his sisters first talked of rebuilding they knew from the beginning that it would be impossible to replicate th…

Liquid fire burned in her shoulder as Kabria pushed herself to her feet. It had only been a short workout; 30 sit ups and 25 pushups. It was a quarter of what she’d been capable of before her injury. Being unable to heal herself she’d been forced to wait for her Sisters in the Tower, and even the best of them could not heal her as she was. The injury had been too old, and set in for too long. In her six weeks of healing she’d lost nearly 15 lbs and much of her muscle. Perivar had placed her on a strict regime of exercise of appropriate meals several times a day. Wincing she rubbed at the thin white scar across her breast bone, trying to work out the searing pain. G…

Torvus glanced at Kabria, concern in his eyes. She was awake at least, but her eyes seemed dull and devoid of any mirth, as if she wished to be asleep but the agony of her wound kept her from resting. Her wound had infected and gotten worse. Now with Perivar riding ahead to get help to come back to them, Torvus only hoped that another Aes Sedai could get to them in time. He needed to maintain the horses' pace at a walk, however; otherwise, the pain would be much greater for Kabria and the wound risked being reopened. They were over the bridge now, into the bustling streets, and despite his preoccupation of making sure Kabria made it to the White Tower alive, …

The sun had already passed it's zenith and was on it's way to the horizon. The people in the street bustled by, often too quickly to notice Raurie playing on his usual upturned keg. He often wondered whether or not they could hear him. That's just how it was for a boy making a life on music in Tar Valon. Sometimes you made money, other times no one heard you. Oh well, he thought to himself. At least I don't have delusions like them. He noted haggle of young girls moving towards the Tower through the streets, near rapture painted on their faces. It was another group of hopefuls trying to join the White Tower and become Aes Sedai. Why anyone would want to do th…

There was darkness in Eqwina now, a hard place in her heart that she couldn’t fully comprehend. Often while she sat alone in her rooms she would prod at the now lifeless mass in her chest and wonder how her life had come to such a place. Not too many years gone she had been a young woman in love, on the path to becoming an Aes Sedai and bonding Nevin as her Warder, now what was she? An Aes Sedai yes, if only barely in most people’s eyes. Her strength in the power was among the strongest, but her strength of will was not much thought of. At that moment Eqwina could not imagine rising to any heights in her chosen life., even though she could swear she’d been promised…. …

The Tower felt different to her now. It felt almost foreign, like waking up to find someone sharing your bed when you thought you were alone. She was no longer as much a part of the Tower as she’d once been, and yet she still walked its halls. Ever since she’d discovered that Corwin was truly alive, and they had reunited she’d question the very roots of who she was. It had been more than 50 years since she’d dedicated herself to the Black Ajah, and over 10 that she’d sat precariously balanced at the Head of the Supreme Council, and now she was beginning to question her decisions. Not out loud, or to anyone but herself, but the doubt was there. It had been the second…

Visar rolled his shoulders as he walked slowly, trying to stretch out the aches from wearing a helmet and mail all day. He was finally off work as a guardsman, and he knew just where to go to relax and forget about the day's drudgery with a good pint of ale and a few laughs. He was sure that Sandre and Dante were already there, so he would go meet them at the tavern. Hopefully they would not give him a hard time for being later than usual, though Visar knew Dante would most likely try to tease him about something. On his way, Visar didn't even notice a small group of people turn as one to look at him. He didn't hear the points and the murmers, whispering his name…

Edana wrapped her fingers around the mug as Joe set it in front of her. She sighed deeply and just inhaled the scent of it a moment. It wasn't that she hadn't had ale in a while, or at least, it wasn't just that she hadn't had it in a while. She just hadn't been alone when she did. Alone. By herself. No one dodging her heels. No justifications. No... well, nothing. She didn't have duty until tomorrow night. She didn't have to train anyone or oversee punishments. It was a lovely thought and one she intended to mull over quite a bit as she lifted the mug to her lips. Someone sat down to her left and she flicked a glance that way before taking a drink. Her brow wrinkle…

Rain had been falling for more than a week, and even the bustle of Tar Valon had been slowed to a crawl. For 11 days the skies had opened without ceasing, to drown the city and bury it under a curtain of gray. Even the Warders had ceased to practice their forms in the deluge, and the trainee’s had not left their barracks in days. The rivers had started to rise after the third day and now the first few feet of the bridges were lapped with water. The only respite that had been given was when the few sisters with the talent of Cloud Dancing had slowed the soak to a drizzle. Those few blissful hours had filled hearts and bodies with rejoicing. Several stories off the …

Kabria was just tucking her dark green pants into her tall black boots when Perivar burst in. She could tell by the feelings in the bond that he was agitated, and by the way the hostility lessened when he saw her that she was not the cause. For once she thought to herself and she finished with her last boot. “Rough day?” The small smile on her face made Perivar scowl a bit harder, but he explained about the agitating young trainee. “Just because we are in the Tower does not mean you have to take up training again? You are a Warder now, not a Tower Guard, you can say no?” Before Perivar opened his mouth she knew what his response would be. So much so that she moved h…

Visar squinted through his slightly narrowed vision, trying to avoid any direct gaze at the blinding summer sun. Even though he was in sweltering mail armor with padding underneath, he did not mind the heat quite so much as the glare. He was used to sweating, and was used to heat and humidity far worse than what Tar Valon seasons could throw at him. But at least back in Tear there was almost always cloud cover and rain on days like this. He reminded himself that he no longer cared about Tear. Only here and now mattered. He had been most fortunate to be given a place here, despite his crimes. Speaking of the here and now, here came his partner for guard duty, ju…

OOC: This is a little retro... before Ed and Sandre made up in the Blight IC: Edana stretched her shoulders, looking up at the clear blue sky overhead. She'd just unloaded the last of Joe's crates and packed it in the storage room. He'd be back any moment with her purse for the day and she could wander back to the Yards and get a shower. As if she'd conjured him from her thoughts, the wiley bartender appeared at her elbow, offering her a small purse of coins. She smiled at him. At least, she hoped he took the uptilted lips and baring of a little teeth as a smile. She didn't have much to smile about these days. Not since Sandre... She sighed, shaking her …

A weary old man stood looking at the utmost enticing tower in the world, with the emotion of a stone and with a look of someone who cared less about the tower or it's city built around it. He got all kinds of glares but most of disgust, which he bluntly shrugged off as he was use to the city and the tower. But still he had returned to it without hesitation which of course brought up thoughts of going to the blight. But he pushed them aside for now and went into a near-by inn and sat down and ordered an ale. His horse had been placed at the stable which he knew would take care of it, and the horse were a stubborn old stallion which just wouldn't go down dying without a fig…

OOC: Continued from http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,44951.0.html there. :) IC: "Certainly, Rasheta Sedai. I'm sure the city has much more flavorful dishes than the Tower Guard mess hall. Do you have a place in mind? Or shall we choose one randomly along the way?" Rasheta smiled and answered "I think we will chose along the way. Whatever sounds good at the time." She continued walking with him but now it seemed he had relaxed some around her. Maybe it was the news that she was already bonded to Dante. She almost laughed if that was the case he wasn't in the clear yet. She could bond more then one warder and she was thinking of asking him. …

Del had picked one of her more creative ventures in sewing to wear. It was dark blue linen that matched her eyes and clung precariously off her shoulders. She’d originally sewn it to make her mother crazy, but she was glad that she’d kept it. It was designed to make eyes pop. It had been her in that dress that tipped Ada off as to her date. He’d been sitting on the bed clamoring for details ever since. Who was he? Where were they going? What were they going to do? And every other detail he thought he could pry out of her. Shooting her brother a fierce glare in the mirror she didn’t stop pulling the brush through her hair. “Leave me be Ada. I never grilled you when …

With a sign of relief, Vykor released the weave that held together the Gateway he had used to cross the thousand or more leagues from Tear to within a days ride from the shining walls of Tar Valon. Never before had he ever thougth to actually Travel to the seat of Aes Sedia power, especially since he had learned that he could wield the male half of the One Power, but here he was and more than ready to get underway. Weaving the gateway was always difficult for him, though the M'Hael had said he was more than powerful enough. It was a complex bit of weaving though and not something he could do without his full attention. Normally he would have just Skimmed, but Nihthe…

D'Ashan happily walked the streets of Tar Valon, free for the first day since their trip North. Geared in light leather leather, and with both scimitars at his back, he felt extremely cheerful. The day was cold but bright, the air clear. He whistled to himself tunelessly as he wandered down the streets, looking for an inviting Inn. Settling on an interesting one called The Duck's Waddle, he pushed through the door. Waving at a nearby barmaid he made his way to an empty bench and pulled his black walnut pipe from his pouch. It was rare that he smoked, and not because of the low quality of the leaf of late. It was merely something he enjoyed occasionally. Today he was …

OOC posted in the wrong place >.< My apologies Dante waited in his freshly cleaned and ironed uniform for Rasheta to get back from whatever she had to rush off for. He was told to wait in the tea room and be seen a little bit so the Aes Sedai and their Warders would get used to seeing him there. So after training with Sandre, some time in the town to pick up a few supplies and a bath he figured she would be done. He was wrong. Sandre had been training him in the things he was told he needed to know to be an effective Warder. He was in a slightly irritated mood that Sandre's greatest aspirations were to earn rank and yet he had bothered to perfect so many t…

Edana looked around the small tavern, the silly grin she'd been wearing for most of the day still curving her lips. She was pretty sure she'd get ragged about it come morning, but she truly didn't care. This day had to be one of the best days of her life. She'd been promoted to Tower Guard, Sandre had come home to her... apparently that's all it took to make her grin like a loon for hours on end. She'd been visiting this tavern since the day she'd found it. That had been two days after signing the logs to join the Warder's Guild. There were so many memories in this little tavern. Betting Kynwric she'd drink him under the table had happened at the third stool at the b…

The room Davel had rented in The Silver Hammer was cramped, with barely enough room to fit the narrow bed and a battered washstand. The sounds of smiths tools ringing on anvils came through the open window, and he assumed this was the reason the room had come as cheap as it had. That, and the generally poor quality of the food and the rooms would have kept prices down in any city in the world. But the low cost, and more importantly the view from his window, had assured that this would be where he and his sister stayed while Davel worked up his courage to do what he had come for. Turning his head from the window, he looked upon the sleeping form of his two year old…

Edana stretched, but it did nothing to stem the energy she couldn't get rid of. She could corner someone and beg for a spar, but that would only make it impossible to focus tomorrow during training. She shook her head and made her way out of the barracks, waving to the Guards on duty and wandering the slowly quietening streets of Tar Valon until she found herself at her favorite tavern. The bartender knew her, he understood why she only ever ordered one ale and took her time about drinking it. He also understood why her attention was usually focused on the other people in the tavern, and not as much on conversing with him the way it once had. As usual, he nodded and…

The sun was already beginning its descent though unfortunately there were still several hours of sunlight left. Kennar preferred the cover that night allowed. He walked the streets of Tar Valon plainly dressed so to fit it with the common folk in the city. The hustle and bustle of Tar Valon made it easy to fit in or get lost in the crowd if that is what you wished. How many Friends of the Dark inhabitted the island city? The Dark One be thanked for these light blinded fools had no idea. Come to think of it neither did Kennar. He knew of a few though he doubted he knew the whole of it. Kennar kept a wary eye, in his business you could never be too careful. Occ…

Edana dropped onto her favorite stool and Joe slid her a tankard of ale. It was standard procedure after a day like she'd had today. Sandre was on guard duty for a few more hours and she needed to relax. She had three hours until they'd arranged to meet, that gave her three hours to rid herself of this aggression before she saw him. She hated spending their time together ranting about things like trainings and new instructors. They didn't have nearly enough time together, as it was! She sighed, tracing patterns in the droplets of water on the outside of the glass. "Rough day?" Joe asked, leaning on his elbows across the bar from her. The place was mostly empty, so it…

Edana sank into her favorite spot at the end of the bar with a grateful sigh. This last trip had been a rough one, but she was back. She was still breathing. She was even in a good mood, having finally rid herself of the far too self-assured Master Kynwric earlier this evening. She wouldn’t have training again until perhaps tomorrow, so she’d invited herself to her favorite down time spot for a nice tall… She groaned, turning in her chair to face away from the door as the familiar form of the warder she’d only just gotten away from pushed through the door. If he was looking for her, she was sunk. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed her, though. That was enough to hope for, rig…

Today was the day Sandre had been waiting for for months. Everything he had ordered had finally arrived or been finished and with a little dealing he was able to get a couple days off. He went into town first to pick up the red dress he had had made for Edana. She said she didnt own one she had said so he had ordered silk dye from Tarabon of a deep rich red and silk Tear that was supposedly the softest you can find. He wasnt dissapointed. Suprisingly the dye was more expensive. The jewelry was a bright gold necklace to compensate for the deep neckline in the dress. It was set with three large deep red rubies that and was a piece that would normally have only been seen in …

"When a man believes he lives only once, he becomes obligated to make that one life virtuous." --Colby Calistinson Ben rode slowly down the Jualdhe bridge, into the city of Tar Valon. He reached up and brushed an errant lock of blond hair back from his forehead, looking over the creaking haywain ahead of him at the buildings ahead. The city was unchanged from the last time he had seen it, the White Tower drawing the eye past the Ogier-worked buildings that would have been captivating any place else. It was comforting; whatever else changed, the Tower would still stand above it all. Whatever else changed… He grinned to himself. That was the nature of things, afte…

Rasheta woke up to a fairly sunny morning and she took a moment to remember where she was. Normally she kept the bedroom fairly dark, she remembered that she wasn't still on the road with Sandre she was home in the tower and she needed to get up and get some new clothes in the city. She had known she needed to do it since she got back and found she hated most of the clothes she already had and few suited her for traveling and if she was to convince Jaydena to let her leave the tower on missions or simply to travel she would need a wider variety of things. She lifted her hand in front of her face and sighed deeply she wasn't sure she was up to it but it was probably time s…

Mariasha sang to herself as she wandered down the streets of Tar Valon. The town was its normal hubbub of noise and activity, for which she was grateful. She didn’t consider herself that great a singer, but being in such a fine mood, she couldn’t help herself. It was a gorgeous day, and she was very pleased to be free of duties. It hadn’t taken her that long to figure out what she wanted to do with such a lovely day, and that was to spend it outdoors. But before she could implement her devious and glorious plan, she had several stops in mind, which was why she found herself singing her fool head off and wandering around town. <i>”First things first,”</i&…

D'Ashan woke up, lying there for a moment and listening to his surroundings. They didn't sound familiar. He thought back trying to remember the last thing that had happened. An encounter with that woman back at the Inn, the brandy, the rain, and more brandy. Everything else was a blur, thanks in part to the brandy. He remembered tossing and turning and not feeling well...voices...hands....ice water. Ice water? D'Ashan frowned and opened his eyes cautiously. He was in a room full of beds that was most obviously not his room at the inn. reaching next to the bed, his heart sank. His belongings were missing. Had he been robbed at the inn? D'Ashan peeked under the covers …