Ta'maral'ailen - The Web of Destiny spins towards Tarmon Gaidon

And finaly what we been waiting for, who has the Great Lord picked as his Nae'blis? And how will Cyndane deal with her second chanse? This and maybe more will be revealed bellow. Happy Reading.

 

 

Searing pain ripped through her body and she opened her eyes to shadow. She was nowhere, surrounded by nothingness and complete in nothing but consciousness. Where and who she had been were lost to her. Her last anguished memory became an abrupt blur, lasting no longer than the speed it came with and making no more sense than the non-space she did not occupy. A woman, brownish red hair, beautiful in her own childish way. Her weakness strong and apparent. A snake ring, a twisted door and… him…

 

All reality hit as her body slumped against the icy floor, a naked wounded heap. An agonizing shriek scratched against her throat. She failed. She failed him, she failed herself and she failed her master. Horror seized her muscles and tears dripped mercilessly from her eyes. She was going to die, again. A trivial girl with a bloody so-called “gift” was no match for Lanfear. And yet, she lost. She lost everything.

 

Through her tears she heard a mocking laughter. It echoed off the walls of her mind and she winced with each beat. At least she knew she was still alive. Though, if being alive were a blessing, right now she could not count it one.

 

The tiles on the floor shifted in color and pattern until she could focus on one and tried to duplicate it throughout the large empty room. The walls were an ornate dark gold with burgundy velvet curtains from floor to sky painted dome ceiling. She did not know the room’s name or location but it seemed strangely familiar. She was once considered the master of Tel’aran’rhoid, but now in her weakness, even the color of the drapes was difficult to keep steady. Before rising to her feet, she clothed herself in a long, midnight blue dress with intricate silver embroidery along the hem and low neckline. Her plump bosom wasn’t exposed too much, but enough to grab a simple man’s attention. Not that she ever wanted a simple man, they just all seemed to be that way. The dress was nothing like what she normally wore but her mind couldn’t seem to focus on what that was, only that this wasn’t it.

 

The other woman’s laughter kept on as Lanfear struggled to her feet. She filled herself with Saidar but even that seemed weaker. The other woman was prettier than Lanfear dared to admit. Her natural tan and slim figured looked stunning in a golden gown with long flowing sleeves. Her eyes glisten with obsession. Passion or madness? On the whole, she looked fantastic for a dead woman.

 

At the sight of V’alduri before her, her defenses hardened. What was she doing here? Lanfear’s stance stiffened and she took a few sauntering steps toward the other woman. “Did the Dark Lord change the World of Dreams to the World of Dead? The bitch in Jarron al'Tanin's bed will be delighted about the news.” Her stride was more painful with each step as she walked around the other woman and the colors of the curtains changed from red to black. Lanfear held her poise and pretended not to notice. She would not show weakness in front of this woman. Not her. 

 

“And you delight in her pleasure?”

 

“I delight in her death. Jarron al'Tanin deserves better than that lout.” She spat with vulgarity. “I’m not here to discuss significant details with the likes of you, V’alduri. So get on with it.” It was a struggle to keep her nose out of the air.

 

“It’s not?” V’alduri’s smile made her look away. Her hands trembled at her side. “Tell me, girl. Why are you here?” She knew something. Something Lanfear did not and that simple possibility frightened her. Lanfear always knew everything. Everything. 

 

“You’ve obviously died –though you look amazing for a dead woman. That dress though, does nothing for your figure. Try this…” She focused on V’alduri’s dress. This would be her proof of power over this woman. How dare she call her girl. V’alduri’s dress stayed golden while the tiles on the floor flickered from a light blue marble to sandy granite. V’alduri’s high pitched laughter echoed off the changing tiles and Lanfear grimaced through her clenched teeth.

 

“Get on with it, girl.” V’alduri laughed harder.

 

Fury boiled through Lanfear and she filled herself with as much of Saidar as she could manage without collapsing to the ground. She lashed out with a weave of air to V’alduri’s cheek. “You don’t intimidate me, girl. Tell me what’s going on before I-”

 

A weave of air was returned at her cheek and she was sent to the floor in her weakness. V’alduri stood over her, a wicked smile spread across her face. The ceiling above turned to a night sky with tumbling grey clouds.

 

“I think I will call you Cyndane.” Though there was wrath in her eyes, her voice was calm. The contradictions made Lanfear—no, not Cyndane. Never Cyndane—sink back against the still changing floor. “It means Last Chance. Upset me again and you will find out just how much I mean it.”

 

“V’alduri. I-” her voice was shaky. The air was starting to get cold. Her breath misted in front of her face and her body started to convulse with shivers. Her dress was way too revealing for this temperature but she had no strength left to change it. A light frost started to form across the floor, the cracking sound the only noise as the two women stared at each other.

 

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“Yes?” V’alduri waited for Cyndane to continue, a smile playing across her lips, but the woman on the floor only shivered, teeth chattering around a small, involuntary moan. “Well, whenever you’re ready.” She turned away; a little chill would help drive home the message.

 

“The Great Lord is displeased. Can you tell me, girl, why that might be?” V’alduri said, walking slowly away from the other Chosen crumpled on the floor. There was no reply, but then, V’alduri didn’t pause long enough for one to be given. “You – all of you – have failed. The Dragon, reborn as a witless farmboy, and those Chosen fumble and fail… and you would bed him still, smelling of sheep and hay.” She paused, turning to look back at Cyndane on the ground. “I could kill him for you, dear, if you haven’t the stomach for it. Would you like that to be my gift to you, to accompany your new name?” V’alduri smiled.

 

“V’al…” Cyndane’s teeth clicked together, cutting the words short as she struggled to stand, making it only as far as her knees. “V’alduri! He is mine! If you…” Another bout of shivering forced her to stop.

 

“Not anymore.” She walked closer, looking down at Cyndane. She didn’t doubt that the other believed her; she knew what they had said about her, that she hated all men for one’s betrayal… V’alduri laughed, seeing Cyndane attempting to glare up at her, despite the cold that wracked her body. The Great Lord had commanded that this Jarron al'Tanin live, to swear allegiance, but there was no need to share that just yet. “My dear Cyndane. Do you understand yet?” Cyndane looked as though she could spit; V’alduri wondered if perhaps she would – Lanfear had been too much of a lady to do so, but perhaps Cyndane could be driven to it.

 

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Understand? Of course she understood. This woman was a monster! She, herself, would never have even dreamed of attempting something so absolutely wicked. Okay, that was a lie. She had thought about it many times, and done such many more. But never concerning her Lews Therin. Never about her true love. Okay, that was a lie too, but it wasn’t her fault the bastard boy wouldn’t stand still long enough for her to bind and seduce him. 

 

Cyndane nodded timidly through her shivers. She had long since given up trying to change anything in the room and wished she had originally chosen a somewhat warmer dress. “I understand.” Her voice was meek, barely audible through her tight teeth but the look in V’alduri’s taught eyes meant she heard and was not pleased. “I understand, Milady.” Cyndane corrected, grudgingly. This whole “Mistress” thing was going to take some getting used to. Regardless, Cyndane knew it had to be done. Lanfear was gone, died out of recklessness and immaturity. Cyndane was very much alive and given a fresh start. 

 

A bit of her past seeped through and Cyndane got an impulsive breeze of courage and malice. The corner of her lips curved up and she looked up at V’alduri with narrow, wicked eyes. She knew she only had one chance to gain some respect with this woman—light but she was difficult. “So what’s the plan, Val?” she managed to pronounce casually. As painfully difficult as it was, Cyndane struggled to her feet, and bit back the wince as she took her first steps on wobbly legs. She was almost perfect poise on the outside but a bumbling wreck on the in. “Will I be of use out there or am I to spend the rest of my life in this pit?” She grabbed the nearby curtain to keep her balance but with one wrong step she stumbled and ripped a hole in the velvet fabric. Cyndane tried to play it off as a gesture of effect by forcing a disgusted grunt at the hole. “I won’t obey someone who doesn’t give me information.” 

 

A sudden rush of cold wind sent Cyndane to her knees once again. Her arms wrapped around her body, trying to keep the wind from touching her skin. The One Power was lost, void from her reach. In her final attempt at indignation, Cyndane forced her arms away from her shoulders and made an effort to stop the shivering. Her body became so frigid and muscles so tight they might protrude from her skin, but Cyndane would not give in. A long, high pitched scream filled with agony and weakness secreted from her mouth. The world got colder and the wind more fierce and Cyndane took one last sad glance at the first woman ever to defeat her with saidar and the room went black. Her pathetic and beaten body fell limply to the floor.

 

This RP was given to you by

 

Lanfear incarnated as Cyndane, written by Drea Raylin

V'alduri the last of the chosen to awaken, written by BenTGaidin

 

We hope to soon be able to present the Awakening of V'alduri.

 

Till then here is the presentation of Drea :

 

Cyndane Played by .

DM name: Drea Raylin

 

Email: drea_raylin@yahoo.com

 

Country: USA

 

About the Chosen:

 

A researcher at the Collam Daan, Lanfear was a victim

of one of the oldest forms of jealousy, that of

unrequited love. A dreamwalker of incredible skill as

well as the greatest female channeler of this age or

past, she is one to be treated with the utmost

caution, if not fear. There is nothing more fearsome

than a woman scorned.

 

In present time, she steped awrong, and went through a

gate ter'angreal. She has now been given a second

chanse through rebirth.

 

Meet the Player:

 

My name is Stephanie but you can call me Stef or Drea.

I answer to all three. I live in Michigan and love it

here! I am currently engaged to be married to the man

of my dreams in January of 2008. (We're registered at

Target and Bed Bath and Beyond and accept gifts from

all nations). I work early mornings at a coffee shop

and afternoons at a shoe store What more could a girl

ask for?

 

I went to college for Film and Video and Writing and

am working on a script for the second year running.

It's a romantic comedy which is nothing like me, but

it's coming along well. I actually just got a

promotion on it the same day as getting Cyndane, so

that was a great day for me!

 

My favorite color is purple. My favorite food is

cookies and/or grapes. And Michael Buble is my hero. I

am a college football fan and count down to kick off

every Saturday. And if you really want to get my

attention, just start quoting Star Wars!