Legacy Saga Archive

Kasi was exhausted when she was finally able to go to bed, but happily so. Her day had been spent in the kitchen helping to cook and clean. She wondered how long it would take before the Aes Sedai realized that she loved the work and decided to place her elsewhere. It was something that she could do all day long. Scrubbing pots wasn't her favorite task, but the cooking was something that reminded her of home more and more as time went on. She had finally fell asleep when she was awakened by her bed shaking slightly and her name being spoken. Looking up at the woman standing over her it took a few minutes for her to realize what was going on. "Kasi!" it was still a wh…

Loraine hummed as she pushed the last pin in her hair and checked to make sure the elaborately twisting knot was secure on the back of her head. Content that it was, she brushed her hands down her dress, pressing a few small creases from her skirts. Jaydena had put her in charge of this tea and she had little intention of presenting anything less than a... She smirked at her reflection and shook her head. Who was she kidding? She'd been trapped behind reports for most of the winter and she was sick of trying to figure out the rough codes that some of her contacts used when penning their messages. It made her eyes cross some days. Kyn said she sounded rather Brown for…

Ray-ray sniffled and wiped snot from her nose with her sleeve. With her other hand, she shakily supported herself along the walls towards her dorm. Passing Novices gave her sympathetic smiles, but she ignored them. Probably thinking bad thoughts about me anyway. Blood and bloody ashes! She half stumbled and let out a low moan as she felt the shift under her dress... ummm... shift. Finally, she reached her door. With shaky hands, she drew out the key from her pocket and inserted it. Stupid Pi-ah... or Pi-uh… or Piah Sedai. Whatever her bloody name is. It's not like I STOLE anything. I just wanted to have a quick look and I would have put it back. Who knew her delicat…

Two days after her testing, Elody was on her way to Tar Valon with Adina Sedai and Olin. Her aunt had taken her leave of Elody as soon as possible, not wanting to spend any more time with the Aes Sedai than was absolutely necessary. She had barely been able to get her aunt to take a letter to her father, explaining what had happened, before her aunt left for Mayene. During the trip to Tar Valon, Elody had many chances to speak with the Aes Sedai. Adina was kind, and allowed her to ask as many questions as she could think of. She gave Elody instruction on what would be expected of her at the Tower – behavior, lessons, chores. After several weeks of traveli…

Deanne sighed and pressed a hand to her aching temple, her other hand was gently stroking her now large and rotund belly. Honestly, she'd been glad when her grip on Saidar had begun to falter. If Esther had made her go over one more weave she'd have screamed! Over and over Esther had made her do weave after stupid weave, under Coreena Sedai's watchful eye, of course, and Deanne had even begun to dream about it, waking up with a cold sweat and Esther's gruff voice lingering in her ear, demanding it be done over. But now, thankfully, her pregnancy was interfering with her ability to grasp the Source much less do anything with it and Deanne was extremely grateful fo…

As Maryam rode the bay mare onto the ferry that would take her across the Erinin, she stared up with wide eyes at the spire driving boldly into the sky, and the terrible smoking mountain behind. Light, the mountain dwarfed anything she'd seen in Murandy or any of the lands intervening. She jerked the reins with a start as the gruff ferryman growled, "Girl!" for the third time, then grunted in annoyance and then some concern as the mare pulled back at the bit. Relieved when the annoyed ferryman grabbed the reins from her and took control, she slipped off the mare, dismounting rather awkwardly, and looked up into the face of the man scowling down at her. A nasty scar pulled…

Arad Doman to Tar Valon was a long way to cry, but Tilly managed. Up hills and down them, through cities, villages, towns, streams and wide open spaces: she salted them all, but it was inside her nothing would grow. She was dead convinced about that. Her world had been small but it had been hers and she cherished what few pieces remained. Had remained. Now she was to be replanted like a crop, expected to thrive and blossom in alien soil. Tilly thought often of leaping out of the dray, making a noble stand in protest but never did; she had not the courage. Patience Tilly always obeyed, as instructed, what was best . . . what was easiest. She was unsure she even knew …

Amadine rose before dawn and headed up on to the deck of The Swift. The captain had told her that they would reach Tar Valon just after the dawn and she was waiting anxiously for her first glimpse of the shining walls of the White Tower. When she had left the cabin she shared with her brother, Gris, he had still been snoring. Amadine idly wondered how his new bride, Brinly, could possible put up with the noise that her brother made while sleeping. Amadine found herself an out of the way spot to sit near the rail at the front, the bow she reminded herself, of the boat. She thought about how far she had come already. At 15, this trip was the first time she had ever bee…

You would think it’d be a relief but no, being back at the Tower meant great distress. A lot had happened in her absence and the appearance of the Black Tower delegation had been more confusing than anything encountered abroad. It was all news to her. Saline tried to appear as though she knew what she was doing although she needed some guidance from older sisters. So far none came forth, not from the Reds anyway. Her sisters knew Saline blamed herself for Rory’s disappearance, yet nobody even asked about her search. Her Ajah was too occupied with the latest developments, and despite her travels, Saline was not experienced enough to dabble in Tower politics. …

The day had dawned fair, but that hadn't lasted. Around midday, the sky had grown overcast, and a slight drizzle had begun to fall. It wasn't enough to drench the city, but brief spits of rain had slicked the streets, and set people to hurrying on their ways, trying to get indoors before the worst of the storm came. And it did promise to get worse; the western sky was heavily laden with dark stormclouds. From the outskirts of Tar Valon, Knytiri could see the massive shadow of Dragonmount itself, a fabled mountain, half-buried in thick stormclouds, illuminated from behind by distant strikes of lightning. The air even hung heavy with the smell of rain, and the wind was begi…

Eiren stumbled through the hallway, trying to suppress the fear welling up inside of her. The Tower Guard told me the kitchens were just down this hall, I thought. Should I have turned right, or left back there? Light, what made me think they would even have work here in the White Tower? Eiren's eyes filled with yet-unshed tears. She tried to hold them back. Light, she had cried enough this week already! As she turned another corner hopelessness began to creep up inside her. I'm lost, she thought. This can't be the way to the kitchens. So much had happened, so many things had brought her here, looking to the White Tower for work. She could cook, and even with h…

Jaydena walked gracefully toward her rooms, despite the fact that she was dead tired from the constant strain of her duties and teaching Battle Weaves all day long. It would not do for her to show weakness, she had already showed far to much in her years at the Tower, especially the years that involved Seia and Sirayn. She embraced the source as she neared her room and quickly removed the wards that kept her room sealed shut against intruders. The doors opened with a flick of her wrist and she walked inside. Despite the fact that she would like nothing better than to lie down and go to sleep, she had been asked to be with Rasheta during her midnight vigil and that was not…

Darren woke at the inn, waking on a bed for the first time in what felt like forever. Well, this is it he thought to himself. This is the day I’ve been waiting for, I wonder what she’s like? He thought as he laced up his boots. Well, anything has to be better than that Farina, anything. He strapped on his sword, unsure of whether such things were allowed, and set off into the city. Tar Valon was wondrous, the biggest city he’d ever been in. The White Tower dominated the skyline, and he had no trouble finding his way. The gates were open and he walked through the grounds. First he passed by the yards, where men were exercising with both sword and bow. Maybe I can join the …

As Rosalia approached the large steps leading to that pristine Tower that would be her home for the rest of her life, she reflected on what was and would no longer be. Up until now she had only been able to seek knowledge that others had found with her only hope for the future to marry a more powerful noble. Now that she was within the Shining Walls, standing before the White Tower itself, all of that would change. No tutor could teach her what the Aes Sedai could. They had been gathering fragments since the Breaking of the World and had played a part in history. Many Sisters could speak first hand what she had only read about. The thoughts exhilarated her. Each step…

... and is right here O_O Now take a deep breath. No panicking! Because I don't know CPR. If you were a dog, I'd probably be able to do something, but you are not, so no hyperventilating! These are new sparkling boards. The poo brown color doesn't seem to have abandoned us, so not all is wrong in the world. Some things have remained the same, some have not. And we even have new features to play with. So, venture about and explore. Note: The moving of threads had some glitches and so they were not moved in the proper order (some are also missing the date marking). I did some bump work here and on the Fortress board to facilitate you finding current threads and also…

Tuc looked up towards the top of the large door he was standing in front of. He had to crane his neck to do so, and straining it backwards so much caused his small eye patch to fly off. Gasping in embarrassment, Tuc fell to the ground as quickly as he could to pick up the black cloth. He grabbed it, and a booted foot stomped down on to his hand. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, please, ow, ow, stop, ow, ow, that, ow, owwwww.” Tuc stuttered out, still looking at the ground and the foot squashing the bones in his hand together. His hand was starting to throb, and he knew that if he looked up to the man stepping on it, his first day at the Fortress of the Light would ha…

Dram Strongarm slowly trod over the well worn roadway leading to the fortress, it had been several days and he had been walking non-stop, with an endless purpose that consumed him, he had stopped for nothing. He yearned to enter his new life, he knew it was where he belonged. His head was down, and he felt weariness tugging down on his senses, yet still he pushed on. Strongarm knew he was close, the road had been getting progressively easier to traverse, and more looked after than all the other roads of his journey. Soon he noticed that other people were joining him on his endless trudge, mounted horsemen passed him going in the opposite direction, and marching columns of…

Would the smock, streaked with the yellow reminder of washed blood, innocent and guilty alike, be enough to strike all romantic notions of his occupation from their minds; would it be too much? He did not agree that a lecture on “coercive persuasion” was necessary, or called for. Such knowledge was best safe-guarded from abuse by him and those others of his kind. Amongst the chosen was where it belonged and not gifted to every common soldier across the breadth of Amadicia. But Brandeis’ place was not to question, and as he was called so would he obey. Despite his misgivings. Too many forgot the function of the questioners in favour of the power earned by its title. …

Bert looked at himself in the viewing glass. He didn't look all that bad! He flexed his left scar-arm a bit and admired himself in different poses. "Oh yeah! Gimme some!" he grinned at his reflection, which in turn grinned back. Looking behind to see if Dram was still sleeping, which he appeared to be doing, and if Ramai had yet to return, which he had, he felt somewhat thankful. Couldn't be caught doing this in front of his roommates. What sort of reputation would he get on himself!? A bad one, no doubt. Deciding it was time to put on a shirt, he put on a shirt, and some pants, and got himself all washed and ready. Today was their first day off, and he, his roommates and…

Zoe was sitting. She's been sitting for a very long time. She arrived at the Amador two days ago but didn't have the courage to take the first step and actually go inside. She waited for this day for what seemed like a life time. All the preparation. All the emotions. All the doubts. Everything lead to this day. Looking up at the fortress, the soft breeze rattled her braids and a soft sound of bells was sound. The sun was up in the sky, shinning in all its glory. The way the sun lit the fortress, made it seem as though the fortress was indeed made of light. It was so white. So pure. The reach of the darkness might be wide but it did not reach here. Why was she afr…

Ezekiel paced to the right and then back to his left, all the while measuring and examining the new recruits in front of him. They were awakened in the middle of the night, given a few moments to change and then were hurled to the Training grounds. None was notified of the wake up call, naturally. It was one of the things they had to get used to. To abide without questions nor hesitation. To endure both the physical and mental difficulties. To stay alert and wary. To survive. Overhead the sun was just about to come up. Perfect timing. "In these days of mal content and deviousness we stand alone. The Children of The light were blessed by the creator. We see beyond. We …

His arms crossed over his chest, Donovan leaned back against the side of the stables and waited for his students to arrive. Thirteen horses stood calmly tethered to a section of corral directly across from him. Thirteen horses for twelve students. Each had been informed of the hour and location of their newest class, and slowly they started to file in. Girl, boy, boy; Donovan couldn’t help but think that the new recruits got younger every year. Children for the Children. It might have been poetic if he didn’t already know what awaited them behind these walls. He continued leaning in the shadows of the barn until well after the last student had arrived and they a…

Feeling her lack of confidence kick in, she took a deep breath, doing her best not to think about how many times the guards would have seen someone have last doubts before heading up to the entrance of the Fortress. She closed her eyes, almost forcing herself to take a step towards the stairs leading up to the entrance of the Fortress of the Light, but once made it was relatively easy to keep going. As she walked, she looked around at the other Children of the Light that were busy with one errand or another, almost stumbling as she kept looking at one of them a bit too long. Adjusting the wide-brimmed straw hat she was wearing against the sun, she muttered something …

Confidence. This word was the last piece of advice given to Maec before heading out from his home to start his knew life at the Fortress. His grandfather had high expectations from him. He had even gone so far as to write a welcome letter for Maec to present to the Quartermaster upon his arrival. It just would not do for the grandson of a once highly respected High Inquisitor to go unnoticed. Maec took the ruffled letter from his pocket and once again began the internal debate about using it as he would be at the Fortress early the next morning. It would be nice to have a leg up on the rest of the recruits. The internal struggle was short lived as Maec finally deci…

It was late afternoon when Adellan walked up to the Fortress of Light, staring at the forbidding walls in awe for a moment. This...this is power, he thought to himself. This is strength. Suddenly his knees were weak with relief, and tears filled his eyes. It had been a hard journey, especially to one no longer used to more than mild discomforts. Adellan recalled his journey with distaste; how could he be so weak? He knew he would have to toughen up, if he was to fit in with the other Children and be allowed to take on the task he felt called to do. Adellan glanced down at the scar on his arm, and his hands tightened slowly into fists as his thoughts turned …

What under the Light am I doing? Vadin asked himself, perhaps for the fourth time, perhaps for the hundredth. He sat atop a small rise, nothing more than a small roll in the land, and stared at the Fortress before him. He had come a long way to get here, it was true, but now that he was there, he wasn't so sure if this was the best idea any more. Soldiers can't be trusted, can they? I know I will do my duty, but those around me... they could be just as bad as a random thief in the city. I can't trust these people with anything, but here I am, about to put my entire life in their hands. Would my father approve? Would my brothers? He shook his head to banish those th…

OOC: I started a sign up thread a while ago in the CotL div board - The Patrolling the streets of Amador RP. If you didn't sign up and you wish to join, PM me and I'll see if you can join up (depending on how far along the RP is. But there's no harm in asking). IC: Zoe stood erect as Evelyn spoke. The night shift was lined up in front of the Fortress' entrance, awaiting instructions. Patrols were a common sight within Amador. Zoe couldn't decide which shift was more daunting. She wasn't much of a fan of darkness, which made the night shift rather unpleasant. Not to mention Zoe's great affinity to sleep. The night shift group did get leeway in their daily ac…

The sky wept. Cold rain lashed the streets and roofs of Amador, streaking the walls of the city. It was an unseasonable storm. It spoke of the Dark One’s touch upon the world. Volden reclined in a hard, wooden chair, staring at the gusts of wind that rolled the rain about. His eyes burned feverishly. A stiff smile hung crooked upon his lips. If anyone had come upon him that instant, they would have recoiled from him in fear. Volden did not inspire much else in most people. The door creaked. He turned to look at it. A slender figure, cloaked in blue, entered. Raindrops spattered upon the floor as she pulled off her hood. Grim auburn eyes looked into Volden’s, b…

Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, Lydia stared at the building before her. "The Fortress of the Light," she whispered to herself, somewhat unaware of the flood of humanity jostling her as she stood outside the gates. When someone started shouting for her to get out of the way, she very willingly jumped back - she was not in the mood to get mowed down by a returning patrol! Her eyes drifted back to the structure again. Why is it that on the day she finally decided to find out if she could become a Child like her father, something she had wanted all her 18 years... was she standing outside the gate gawking like some foreigner? Taking a deep breath, she wille…

Lesson 1 "The penalty for Darkfriends is death. You must yield no compassion, show no mercy, feel no regrets. You have served the light." Ezekiel took off his glasses slowly, pausing for a moment. "We are not all seeing. At times we are blind to the truth, but with the right assistance, with great numbers...", Ezekiel put his glasses back on, "We can see. See, find and root out the evil." Pacing to the right, Ezekiel inspected all the new initiates in front of him. "We are surrounded by foes. Some human. Some less. The creator put us on this earth to walk in his path, with him illuminating our way. We are in his debt and it is our duty to dispose of the ones wh…