The sun rose over the tops of the hills just south of the city of Cairhein. The sky turned blood red and ominous, and even the birds were silent in the hot still air. People were beginning to stir and go about their daily business, but there was one man who was wide awake already. His name was Nathan Reinford and today was his day to die. As he sat alone in his cell, Nathan thought about the events of the last few days.

 

He had just returned to the city from a merchant trip tired and hungry, so instead of going straight home he had instead headed to an inn for some food and wine. One thing led to another, and Nathan woke up outside his house with bruises and cuts all over his face, a blinding headache, and his dead wife cradled in his arms. Neighbors came out and saw the gristly scene and the town guard were fetched. Before he had a chance to collect himself, Nathan found himself in the cell in which he currently sat, wondering what would happen.

 

He had been brought before a magistrate, but in the public’s eyes it was an open and shut case. Nathan had gotten drunk, killed his wife, and under the Lord Dragon’s new laws that meant he must hang. Plead as he might, Nathan could not convince anyone of his innocence. He had received his last meal, a poor cut of lamb, green beans, and onions with watered wine, and now the only things he had to wait for was the executioner to come and retrieve so he could make his grand exit from the living world.

 

A crowd of people began screaming as soon as he exited the prison. Rotting vegetables flew towards him, but only a few. Times were too hard to waste food, even if it was mottled and brown, so the produce that hit him was food that even the hungriest beggars would not even touch. Needless to say the stench almost overpowered Nathan as he was dragged towards the gallows. “My children, what has happened to my children?†he begged as the wooden structure drew nearer, but the men with black masks were as silent as stone. He was placed on top of the trap door and the noose was put around his neck. “Does the condemned have any last words that he would like to say?†boomed the magistrate. “If any of you knew me, you would know that I loved my wife and children with every bit of my heart. You would know that I would never harm them. I die today wrongfully accused. I hope you can look to my children better then you can find truth and justice.â€

 

With a nod, the magistrate ordered the trap door opened. Nathan felt himself fall and closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Snap. The ground hurt as it rapidly stopped Nathan’s fall. Confused, he looked up. The rope was swaying in the wind, broken in two. Guards ran and grabbed Nathan, holding him down. Another noose was brought up and tied in place, and once again, Nathan found himself standing over the trap door awaiting his doom. The order was given and once again, Nathan felt himself plunging downwards. Snap. The second fall to the ground hurt even more, a jarring sensation which knocked the breath out of him. Once more, the guards pounced on him and dragged him to his feet.

 

Nathan was put into a new noose four more times that morning, each brand new and strong enough to hold a rampaging bull. But every time he faced the drop, the rope broke, saving the merchant condemned to die. As the seventh noose was being fitted around his neck, a cry went up throughout the crowd. Pushing through the mass of people were the Dragon’s savages, the Aiel, who had taken to policing the city of Cairhein. People shied away from the tall red haired warriors, afraid of the stories and rumors which surrounded them.

 

In between the four tall men was one much shorter, sniveling little creature. “Hold, this man you have on your rope is not the man who did the murder. I am Dansak of the Red Shields and we have traced down this thief who did the murder. Let the other go and put in his stead this wetlander.†The Aiel who spoke and another dragged the criminal forward and placed him in the hands of the city guard. The magistrate himself took the noose off the neck of Nathan. “I am very sorry, but it appears that the light has shone upon you this day. We are not going to argue with the Lord Dragon’s men, so I suggest you go home to your children.†Joy flooded through Nathan’s heart as he walked down the gallows steps. “Kaylee, Jayne, my children, where are yo-“ Nathan’s last words were cut short as the step he was on wrenched free and shot up towards his throat. Nathan Reinford never made it off the gallows alive, the plank, which had been as sturdy as any castle, had somehow cut his throat and killed him. He was buried a day later in a grave outside of the city.

 

Jarron al'Tanin put down the note he had been reading. He had seen much the like before. This man, Nathan Reinford, had lived and died in a very unlikely set of circumstances. Saved by the unlikely breaking of six hangman’s nooses and then killed moments later by the equally unlikely flying plank. A good and a bad, two sides of a coin that had the same amount of chance to land either way. Well, except when they land on their edges, then neither side is face up. A pained chuckle came out of his mouth. It seemed like forever when people did not have to face his ta’veren pull. He heard about the good things that it affected, such as a blind tripping and falling on his head, getting up and being able to see. But those fell on deaf ears, for Jarron only remembered the bad. It burned in his heart every time he heard a story of a woman who choked to death in her sheets.

 

Leaving his desk, he walked to his closet. He had another day of sniffling sycophants maneuvering to try to get as much power as they possibly good. It made the bile rise in his throat as he thought of how sick and twisted people could become to gain just another acre of land. Back in Emond’s Field such a thought would be impossible to find amongst its good natured people. Sometimes Jarron thought about going back to his childhood home, with its green trees and cold ponds. But I can never go back, I am a monster and bring death and destruction wherever I go. Dressing quickly, Jarron stuck his head out the door. “I want this to be an open audience. Any man or woman may attend. As such, I want more guards, several from each society at least. Go, quickly, I will be ready in a moment.†The maidens flashed some hand talk, and then three ran off in different directions.

 

The audience hall was huge, a sea of swishing silk and muted whispers. All ended as soon as Jarron entered the room. For the prophesized savior of all the people before him, he was almost unanimously feared by all nations. Looking around the room, he could see the people shiver in fear if his gaze lingered to long. At least his Aiel did not quake in fear from his presence. My Aiel, since when did a wool head like myself ever own a people? Has all this gone to my head? One of the maidens came up to him, interrupting his thoughts. “Car’a’carn, we have an emissary from Andor, who wishes to discuss a mutual alliance with you? Should I send her in?†That announcement sparked his interest. He knew that Andor was the current base of operations for the Forsaken Rahvin, and this was very out of the ordinary for a man like him. “Send her in,†and in a much quieter tone “and be prepared for anything, this could be dangerous.†She nodded and went out to fetch the women. Sitting up straight, Jarron al’Tanin sat back in his chair, gripped his sword hilt, and stared down at the women approaching, looking every inch the Dragon Reborn.

 

ooc-All right everyone, here we go! We will move the rp every few days or so, that way everyone who wants can get a chance to post. Have Fun!

Cema tried to ignore the anoyed knot in her head, but it was bether this way. She needed to go in alone, looking into the mirror she once again changed her apearnace and then shook her head as she looked back on the reflection of Janilena, it would have to do. Her behated nemisis would get the blame should anything go wrong, which would for sure be a safe thing as Jani had been dead for over a century.

 

She wove again leting the hair setle in a braid, then looked down her orange flamboyant dress, she had never liked orange but it suited with the red hair of Jani, lastly she inverted the weaves covering her ability to channel. To think she would be so close to the dragon, how much couldnt it have helped bringing him back to the tower, but it would be imposible.

 

She turned and looked once more on her warder, he knew to be ready to leave caemlyn and where to meet her in a backstreet with the horses. She had planed to handle the worst and to cover her tracks, no slips now, it wasnt that long since she had had to close a loose end, it had been in the early summer, though not much had changed since that weatherwise...in her life though there had been changes enough. Leaving she knew she would soon enough again meet up with the tairhien man who had stood for quite an amount of those. She shruged as she walked the 10 minuites to the inn where she had hired the horse that would take her to the castle togheter with the rest of the embacy. Some blocks away she met up with the other women, 2 ordinary dark friends who where in all cases dispenciable, they knew not who she was either.

 

She could understand thoug her master's need to have someone more reliable and skilled to report back or negotiate if needed. She kept in the background as they rode to the castle leting the blonde take the lead followed by the brunette. Then they arived at the gate, a few passings with the guards and where allowed to continue on untill they waited outside togheter with others waiting for audience, a servant went about collecting the reason for peoples beeing there. She heard the brown speak theirs as she looked around taking in who else was there and then the waiting started. Finaly someone arived to take them into court.

 

Following the others making up the back of their litle group Cema entered the court and then togheter with the others showed some courtesy, it itched her, but then again such things always did when she where in disquise playing a difrent rolle. She had been born and raised royal it had not been a hard thing over the years after she was raied to slowly start shaking off the cortesies she had had to make as an initiate.

 

She listened as the blonde laid out the message of a peace offer from Rahvin. "...untill the other chosen is gone"

Ramza made his way to the throne room, for surely there were needs for stone dogs this day, just as in every day.

 

He stood tall and straight and glanced around the room at the wetlanders.

 

Ramza made a face.

 

This place is covered in water, even what they call a drought is still more than i have seen in my life.

 

Ramza stopped looking at the wetlanders to watch Jarron, there were more Maidens around that man than was good for him. Mayhaps the man needed to get away from them if only for awhile, go off and drink some. Surely that would help ease the mans mind.

 

Then he heard the name "Rahvin" that was the name of a darkfriend wasn't it?

 

When that sentece hit the room some of the wetlanders squiremed, and to tell the truth without his conditioning he would have too. But this was none of his business he was simply a fighter.

The Car'a'carn was looking through the windows of his quarters at the city of the Treekillers. News of strange happenings in the city were pouring in as usual, but Ghaul, like every Aiel, was used to them. In fact all Aiel knew that the Car'a'carn was more than just the Chief of Chiefs. He was also The Dragon Reborn, Prince of Dawn and Lord of Morning, a man able to channel Saidin, the male half of the One Power, a man destined to clash with the Sightblinder for the fate of the world, a to evenutally go insane. There was not a person alive in the Wetlands who was not afraid, even if a little bit, from Jarron al'Tanin and yet, the Aiel in the room were so calm, it was like he was not there.

 

“I want this to be an open audience. Any man or woman may attend. As such, I want more guards, several from each society at least. Go, quickly, I will be ready in a moment.â€

 

The Maidens at the door, who until now could have passed for incredibly live like statues, now sprinted off, to warn each society of the Car'a'carn's wish for warriors. Ghaul kept his face still but on the inside he was smiling just a bit at the thought how many warriors from each society will come this time - one time the Car'a'carn asked for an escort with warriors of all soceities he found himself with 12 000 armed Aiel waiting for him, as each society has send a 1000 warriors. He knew that that mistake will not be repeated but still it was amusing to speculate on how many people will which society send.

 

 

"I'm ready Ghaul, let's see if today we'll find a lord or lady brave enough to meet my gaze with out trembling"

 

Ghaul gave out a short laugh

 

"Among this crowd? I doubted it, Jarron al'Tanin " - Ghaul adressed the Car'a'carn as was the Aiel custom, not using any titles. Once Jarron has told him that he finds it a very nice change that Aiel call him by his name. - " But one can always hope."

 

The Car'a'carn entered the audience hall, escorted by twenty five warriors - each society has sent two, and the twenty fifth was Ghaul. As expected the audience Hall was packed full - every lord and lady, minor and major from miles around, was here. The place was a live with murmur just before their entrance, and expected it went quiet once they enetered. The Car'a'carn walk down the aisle to the throne, in total silence. Just as he sat down, and the Aiel took their place arround the it, a Maiden came bursting in.

 

“Car’a’carn, we have an emissary from Andor, who wishes to discuss a mutual alliance with you? Should I send her in?â€

 

Andor? Ghaul frowned. Andor was in possesion of one of the Shadowsouled. His grip on the shaft of his spears tightened as the Car'a'carn asked for the ambassador to be allowed. Whispers and handtalk went trhough the Aiel ranks, low enough not to be heard outside the ring of warriors arround the throne.

 

"Keep quiet" - Ghaul's voice was low but his warriors heard him well. - "We're here to keep the Car'a'carn safe, not to talk. Concentrate!"\

 

As the envoys walked down the aisle, Ghaul did not take his eyes off of them. Something here did not feel right, it was like a calm down before a battle

 

 

Ghaul

Cor strode along a few steps behind the Car’a’carn, eyes scanning for the next impossible thing to threaten him and the Aiel. He had seen things beyond his belief during his time in Cairhein, and he thought about them a great deal. The Wise Ones said he thought too much for a Stone Dog and threatened that if he didn’t quit they would send him off to Rhuidean. Most times, he couldn’t help himself.

 

Maintaining his focus on the task at hand was easy today, though, and as the Car’a’carn entered the audience hall, he rapidly eyed those closest for any possible threat, and then progressed outward, carefully appraising each “loyal†member of the audience. Cor knew enough to know that most, if not all, the wetlanders here wouldn’t bat an eye if someone tried to kill Jarron al'Tanin. In fact, most would do all in their power to help out. That the Aiel had to walk among them was a necessary evil, but Cor hoped it would end soon. He longed to return to the Threefold Land and home.

 

He saw the Maiden burst into the room almost as soon as the great doors opened, and from her manner knew she had strange news.

 

“Car’a’carn, we have an emissary from Andor, who wishes to discuss a mutual alliance with you? Should I send her in?â€

 

Despite the denials of the Treekillers and other wetlanders in Cairhein, Cor believed the words of Jarron al'Tanin. What did it matter if the Shadowsouled arose today or tomorrow? The prophecies said it would come, and Cor couldn’t understand the wetlanders desire to bury their heads in the sand. Deal with today as it is, not as you hoped it would be, and you may make something good of it. These people baffled him.

 

A message from one of the Shadowsouled was definitely not what he had hoped for today.

 

Not making the mistake of focusing too much on one possible attack, Cor continued surveying the doors, balconies, windows, anywhere that could hide a threat, his fingers poised to raise his veil and launch a spear. Some of the other Aiel whispered at the announcement.

 

"Keep quiet," Ghaul’s voice urged quietly but emphatically, pitched to ensure just the nearby Aiel would hear him. "We're here to keep the Car'a'carn safe, not to talk. Concentrate!"

 

Cor knew the command was for the few Aiel who had become distracted at the news and were talking amongst themselves, but even so he renewed his vigil. Today, as every day, was a good day to wake from the dream. But if he had anything to do with it, Jarron al'Tanin would not wake from his dream anytime soon...

Davian strode along easily among the Aiel escorting the Car'a'carn, his face unveiled for once. Walking through the streets of Carhein he was never unveiled. He walked, his face devoid of emotion and set in what was always there except for the smile he had when he was Dancing, watching as the blood came from the enemies and onto his spear..and loving every second of it.

 

There was nothing more thrilling than the final kill, seeing the life drain from the man, or woman, across from you. Everyone of his spears had been consecrated with the flow of another man's life. Hopefully there would be more dancing today..and if not....Davian had yet to devolve into the more rudementary style of simply hunting in the night, seeking out the poor innocent souls who were unlucky enough to be in the wrong street or the wrong ally at the very wrong time as Davian took his dark pleasures in their pain.

 

It was standing before the Wetlander nobility that the grin slowly crept onto his face, imagening one by one pressed under his foot as he slowly......he shook his head once. His fantasies at least needed to be kept in control while he was supposed to gaurding the Car'a'carn. He idly ran a finger over his right eye, over the scar that was hidden by the black paint around his eyes. Seia Doon down the black laquered spears that he carried with him.

 

This messenger from the Shadowsouled walked in and Davian's eyes followed the woman walking through the sea of silk and weakness. Just another wetlander needing to be cleansed. His hand twitched, wanting desperately to reach for a spear and hurl it. But no, his death would come in the Dance and not from a noose for murder...he would not get caught that easily if he did resort to that simpler pleasure.

 

 

Davian

"Why must we stay with these bloody Tree-Killers" The woman's hands spoke rapidly while the backs in the room were turned. It was of no surprise to Talbitha that the woman had something to say. Ismitta always did.

 

"To Guard the Car’a’carn." She answered as she always did. It must have been the 15ths time in the last hour she spoke it and she doubted that it would be the last. Ismitta was infamous for her lack of patience. Especially when guarding as she would have rather been runninging or practicing a game of Maidens Kiss. Talbs, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with standing around and guarding. it was no different than what she did in the shadows and it was easy for her to watch for hours on end and staying atuned to what was around her without being easily destracted or to fail at her post. Even Ismitta's complaining did nothing to detour her ears from what was happening in and outside of the Room.

 

 

“I want this to be an open audience. Any man or woman may attend. As such, I want more guards, several from each society at least. Go, quickly, I will be ready in a moment.â€

 

Ismitta and many of the other Maidens left with their message, Leaving Talbs and a select few others behind to keep their post. Talbitha snuck a look at Ghaul as the chatter and such spread through out the room. Talbs, as always, was silent. This was highly unexpected news and it was enough to cause Talbs to frown, also rarely done.

 

"Keep quiet," Ghaul’s voice urged quietly but emphatically, pitched to ensure just the nearby Aiel would hear him. "We're here to keep the Car'a'carn safe, not to talk. Concentrate!"

 

The others in the room grew silent as they waited. Talbs' eyes swept across the room without moving her body, she watched the frustration and worry that swept over the room, more with some than with others. Tensing the grip on her beautifully crafted spear, she waited, listened. Ever Vigilant. Always ready to Wake.

 

 

 

Talbs

Maiden of the Spear

IC: Argono laced up his boots. “When did I start sleeping so late?†He growled.

:::: “Since you started getting gray hair, shade of my heart,†came his wife’s reply. It took Argono a long moment to realize that her tone suggested a jibe. He was about to respond with a similarly sweet-yet-biting response, but bit his tongue instead. Shayasha would likely strangle him if he said anything back. So he simply left the tent as soon as his boot was laced.

:::: Outside he found Siglurin waiting. “That’s odd, that you’re standing outside my tent. Should one of the other youngsters be keeping guard instead?â€

:::: “Normally, yes, but today the Car’a’carn requested a public audience with some wetlander from some place that sounded vaguely important.†Said Siglurin with a wave of his hand.

:::: “You know, it’s your attention to detail that impresses me most about you…†said the older Aielman as they walked from the Aiel encampment to the tree-killer’s royal palace. “In any event I suppose I will need to go myself. Did you gather all the lost boys?â€

:::: “I took the liberty of doing that while you were with your wife.†Siglurin paused, “Lost boys?â€

:::: “It came to me.â€

:::: “It’s fitting, considering how we formed… but technically we are your honor guard as sept chief of the Deep shade dragonmount.â€

:::: “I think I’ll still call you the lost boys anyway.†Said Argono.

:::: As they walked the other lost boys joined them, fifteen in all. Argono was handed spears and a buckler, and a bow case and quiver of arrows. Argono checked the brace of knives concealed under his coat and ‘Waker,’ sitting calmly in its sheath at his side. Bristling with weapons the sixteen Sovin Nai of all clans and septs moved through the streets of the tree-killers parting a see of wetlanders andleaving mutters in their wake. Unlike most Aiel who had taken part in the punishment of the Cairheinian king twenty years earlier, Argono held no grudge against the tree-killers, aside from calling them names. He saw the hatred in his followers’ eyes and sighed. Those who were born after the first crossing of the dragonspine hated these people without knowing why, and the foolishness made his old bones ache in sadness. Knowing the truth about the history between the Aiel and those of Cairhein should have helped, but the fresh hatred was too blind for the youngsters.

:::: The group reached the palace and Argono addressed the lost boys. “The Maidens are too stubborn to let us protect the Car’a’carn directly, so we are going to control the crowds of people. Be wary, the Wetlanders have no sense of Ji’ eh toh and there may be assassins in the crowd. Be on the lookout for concealed weapons and if you see any try to remove that person quietly. If you make a fuss removing someone from the room it may start a riot. If that happens gather around me and we will move to directly defend the Car’a’carn. Is that understood?†He saw them nod. “leave your shufas around your necks. We are not to kill anyone today.â€

:::: Argono ascended the steps, his followers in tow. If Jarron Al’Tannin wanted a public audience he would get one.

 

OOC: The lost boys are a group of 15 very young Sovin Nai warriors (ages 13 to 16) that Argono “saved†from them killing themselves at the al’cair dahl RP. Since then they have been following him of their own accord. I have a few of their names written down with a brief description. Argono is in his forties and I’m Rping that he’s the Sept chief… a position I intend to step down from after this RP as Argono will go into retirement… keep reading my posts to find out why :D!!!

Hard. Nothing could ever be as hard as the chair. Jarron moved his body left and right and still it felt as hard as stone. The throne he sat upon was worse then stone, it was worse then a steel knife. It cut and slashed and made the occupant beg for freedom, but that was just a word, a word that Jarron knew would never apply to himself ever again. The only way a person could be free of the responsibilities that the chair pushed upon a person was to die, and Jarron knew that was not an option. He could hear people begging for deliverance, could hear them screaming for an end of the madness the Dark Lord had brought, and could hear a call for his death. To be hated by all, and to be the savior of all, it was a responsibility no mortal deserved. And yet, it was something Jarron had received. He had not asked for it, had not prayed for it, had been terrified of the mere name of the Dragon Reborn ever since he was a child, yet the Creator had put the fate of the world into his hands.

 

Looking over the throne room, Jarron saw the people he had fantasized about his whole youth. Lords, Ladies, the great and the small, all the people who had been in the stories of Edmond’s Field. But the land of his youth was gone and he was in the stories now. Now, Jarron was the Dragon, the Lord of the Morning, and yet, he still was the same boy who swam with his friends in the ponds near his home. Peace, tranquility, all were gone, just a beautiful dream that came into his head at night. It was instead replaced by death, destruction, and responsibility.

 

The past was gone. He was steel. Jarron used his hand to call the ambassador forward. “You have come before the Dragon, the Lord of the Morning, the Car'a'Carn. What do you want of the Dragon Reborn?” The name itself made the nobles shudder in fear, as it always did. Just because you knew the end was near was one thing, to have its harbinger walking and talking in front of you was something completely else. The name made Jarron shudder as well. He had grown up in fear of that name, and now it was the name he was most known by. “If you have something to say, speak it! For now is the only time you shall have.” The blond woman, Ravhin’s spy, stared into the eyes of the Lord Dragon, harsh and blue. “My master wants one thing. A truce. A truce between himself and you, Lews Therrin, or whatever you call yourself now. You do not attack him, and my master, he will not attack you. Together, the combined powers of the strongest men in the world can defeat the other Chosen.” Jarron looked around. Even if the people he ruled did not like him, did not respect him, it was not his fault. It was his responsibility to protect them, no matter the outcome.

 

Jarron stood up, and channeled fire and spirit together, making his voice louder then anything nature had ever intended. “ I will be damned before I side with one of the Forsaken. Let all who are here listen to my decree. I will triumph, and the Shadow will be caught in our storm, and at it’s center, I will stand.-” The blond women looked at Jarron, a smile crossing her face. “You may think you can win, but the Dark Lord of the Grave owns all. My master, Ravhin, will win. You will be destroyed, or else, you will be defeated and forced into his service. You will live , and whatever you want, will be his wants. Whatever he desires, will be his-.“ Jarron seized the source and weaved fire and water. The blonde's mouth slammed shut,unable to move. Releasing the burning heat and freezing cold of saidin, Jarron began to speak. “Let all se-“ His words were interrupted. All hell broke out, and no one, not even the Dragon, could stop it.

Cema listened to the exchange of words.

 

“If you have something to say, speak it! For now is the only time you shall have.”

 

“My master wants one thing. A truce. A truce between himself and you, Lews Therrin, or whatever you call yourself now. You do not attack him, and my master, he will not attack you. Together, the combined powers of the strongest men in the world can defeat the other Chosen.”

 

She watched as the dragon looked on the peoples present, some of them obviously uncomfortable with the conversation and the names mentioned.

“ I will be damned before I side with one of the Forsaken. Let all who are here listen to my decree. I will triumph, and the Shadow will be caught in our storm, and at it’s center, I will stand.-”

 

This was not going well, she where about to step forward to take the word thoug the blonde ignored the tap of her fingers on her arm and rushed headlong into answering. “You may think you can win, but the Dark Lord of the Grave owns all. My master, Ravhin, will win. You will be destroyed, or else, you will be defeated and forced into his service. You will live , and whatever you want, will be his wants. Whatever he desires, will be his-.“

 

Cemarillinin could feel a chill go down her back, the foolish woman she would flog her later, men with ego's did not take well to such talk, they where here to negotiate a truce not stimulate a war. An invisible gag filled the mouth of the blonde. Cema was about to step forth apologising on the behalf of the woman to see if anything could be saved. “Let all se-“

 

But to late as all seemed to happen at once and she could hear her masters voice boom across the walls of the throne room. Instead she now sliped back, the other two in her envoy seemed stunned and frozen in place, let them suffer for their failure. Sliping to the back she sliped out the door at the back togheter with several petitioners and ran togheter with them down the hall, rounding corners as if she was fleeing. Then down a sidehall where no one was present and she altered the weaves hiding her to another look, soon enough they would remember things and be looking for the woman with the red hair, hopefully none would bother about a brownhaired servant girl. On her way out each time she had the opertunity she altered her look, often runing along for some streaches with others fleeing.

 

Already thougths where forming in her mind, she would need to ask forgiving from her master and hope to get his mercy, cursed be those bloody women. She hated groveling, but hopefully she would have time to come up with enough excuses, who the blame where to fall on would be no doubt. And when she was done she would hunt down those women and make them pay if they lived through this day. Finaly she was out in the gardens, spliting away from the rest she headed towards one of the smaller gates that she knew should be here from a brief visit decades back. The guard opened his mouth to ask something but she knocked him unconsious with a airclub. Sliping out the gate she took to a fast walk down the streets untill she found herself in the alley they had agreed on from before looking up on Nuitari. "Lets get out of here before the city is closed of, the bloody fools who came along with me ruined everything" She quickly wove a nett of illusion around her warder and inverted it, then mounted her mare. She let him lead the way to one of the minor gates to the south, they would follow the road out of view and then ride off into the forest to double back towards Tar Valon.

Even today, when reflecting upon the events that happened that day, Ghaul could still not properly explain them. He knew that what happened back then was the result of using the One Power, and that the Shadowsouled called Rahvin was involved into it somehow, but that was all he knew. The whole even was shrouded in smoke and mystery, and decorated with blood of both wetlanders and Aiel alike.

 

It all developed too fast. The speaker was literally incinirated by the Car'a'carn's anger. Everyone in the audience hall was literally frozen from shock and fear, all besides the Aiel guards arround the throne. However none of them could shake the feeling on inevatable conflict, like a storm about to strike. A wall of warriors was formed arrond the Car'a'carn, bucklers raised, spears at the ready, many pairs of green blue eyes piercing the envoys as millions of arrows. And then it happened,

 

A second envoy smiled, a smile of a predator to it;s prey and step forward towards the throne, she opened her mouth to speak but it was not her voice that came out. It was a male's voice, and it shook the audience hall to it's very foundation

 

"You've always been confident, Lews Therin, confident to the point of arrogance. Well this arrogance will be the Death of you! This time for all eternity!

 

The Aiel reacted after the first word. Faster thana blink of an eye, the shoufas were up and spears flew towards the envoy. But though they landed in the envoy's torso, she did not fall to the ground. Instead she kept smiling. The Aiel froze for a second, what was this? Ghaul could see the look in the Car'a'carn from flow from a anger to strike. Obviously something was about to happen. Something terrible

 

 

"A wall in front of the Car'a'carn! Protect Jarron al'Tanin with your own flesh if you ... "

 

Ghaul yelled orders as he was taking a place right infront of the Car'a'carn. Warriors were joinin on both his sides, above and below him along the staircase leading to the throne. But Ghaul's order was never finished, as a huge explosion of bright blood red and oranhe colour devastated the Hall.The cries of dying and wounded filled the air, massive debrie flew arround, like lethal projectiles. A blinding light hit the warriors, followed by a huge heat wave, as if they've suddenly been transported to the Three Fold Land. Then as suddenly as all those sensation appeared, they disappeared, and Ghaul opened his eyes to a sight which greatly reminded him of Dumai Wells.

Several pieces of debrie were embeded in hsi buckler, and right in front of his face there was a large sharp stone, a remain from a column. It was caught in mid air, by an invisible force. Obviosuly the Car'a'carn had interviened. Had he not, Alissa would have to send another man to Rhuidean, to take Ghaul's place. All Aiel within the protection of the Car'a'carn has survived with either minor or no injuries at all, but the same could not be said for those out of it. In fact, nothing remained of them but a few pools of melted steel, their spear tips. The carnage was not limited just to the guarda arround the Car'a'carn, the whole Audience Hall was in ruins! Debrie laid everywehere, and do finish the gruesome pciture - everything was covered in blood and even parts of human beings, torn apart from the blast. Death had reach all, men and women, children and old people, nobles, both major and minor, and commoners, Aiel and wetlanders alike.

 

As the protective barried disappeared the projectiles trapped by it came crashing down to the audience hall floor. The Car'a'carn slowly moved arround the hall, stopping at each corpse of a female, muttering something. Ghaul could swear that the Car'a'carn was reciting their names. Ghaul in turn, turned his attention to the Aiel in the Hall.

 

"Ghaul" - the voice of the Car'a'carn was calm and emotionless, level like glass, Ghaul knew this tone well. - "Gather as many spears as you can, without putting the security of Cairhien at risk. tell them to gather at the Palace garden's in two hours time. We are going to avenge this"

 

"It will be done, Jarron al'Tanin"

 

That was all that Ghaul needed to say. As the Car'a'carn was leaving the devastated Hall, runners were already calling the Aiel to arms. Rahvin was going to be punished for this, and punishment would be swift and deadly

 

 

Ghaul

Clan Chief of Dragonmount Aiel

 

ooc: Took me some time to post this, but I hope it was worth the wait

OOC: Nope, it sucked. But it’s about what we expected. Heh. :P

 

Cor would’ve said what he had just seen was impossible, but the things he used to think were impossible now happened daily around the Car’a’carn.

 

Still, he had expected his dream to end when the woman with a stranger’s voice had only smiled as his, and several others’, spear had pierced her chest… then the world had exploded. His dream hadn’t ended but it certainly wasn’t the paradise he had wished it to be. A thick trickle of blood flowed beneath his left eye where flying debris from the explosion had laid open a gash. He reached out and touched the nothing that was holding up a large portion of stone column that had been hurtling toward him and the rest of the Aiel surrounding Jarron al’Tanin.

 

Through the invisible shield wall, Cor saw the devastation wreaked upon the Hall. There was nothing left whole within range of the blast. Stone and flesh had both been torn like silk in a sandstorm. Ignoring the charred and butchered corpses of the tree killers, he examined the remains of what used to be Aiel outside the barrier the Car‘a‘carn had thrown up. He saw nothing but small puddles of molten steel.

 

The captured and held shrapnel clattered to the ground as Jarron al’Tanin loosed whatever primeval forces he wielded, and Cor’s thoughts of Talbs and his hopes that she had survived were interrupted by the Chief of Chief’s orders followed by Ghaul’s.

 

"Ghaul, gather as many spears as you can, without putting the security of Cairhien at risk. Tell them to gather at the Palace garden's in two hours time. We are going to avenge this."

 

"It will be done, Jarron al'Tanin."

 

As soon as he heard those words, Cor spoke to the only other Stone Dog in the Car’a’carn’s guard, telling him to remain with Jarron al’Tanin, before sprinting to the tents. The Stone Dogs had to ready themselves for the dance, and Xin, the Stone Dogs society leader, would wish to know about it.

 

Smiling under his veil as he ran, Cor knew it was finally time to wash the spears in the blood of the Shadow. It had been much too long since the Aiel had danced, and today was a good day to die.

Ooc: *thwaps Myth* Be quiet. We may never get him to post again with comments like that!

 

It's time to let you know. time to let you know.

Time to let you know. time to sit here and say...

 

I know we are... we are the lucky ones.

We are the lucky ones, dear...

 

Remember the words of ram dass:

"death is like taking off a tight shoe."

 

 

 

Pain gripped her as the scene changed drastically right before her eyes. Viel up, they did not hide her tears. Death scattered around her like nothing she had ever seen before. Names of all that had been with them echoed from the Car'a'carn simple voice as she also whispered each name. Names that she may never utter again for a dream that had awoke in each of them. Away from this dream, and all Talbitha could do was tremble against her spear.

 

 

*will edit later.... restart/bed*

Dashing through the streets of Cairhein, Cor couldn’t help but smile under his veil. Since the Aiel had been here in Cairhein, neither the Treekillers nor the Aiel had been happy with the situation. The attacks against the Aiel by the so-called Thieves Guild had been especially frustrating since Jaron al’Tanin would only allow the Aiel to target those who were directly involved. That had been a morass of blood and frustration. At last, in the face of this new threat, the Aiel would be able to lash out and properly deal with their enemies. That he would likely die in the attack against the Shadowsouled meant nothing.

 

Only minutes had passed since the explosion had rocked the Great Hall, but already word had begun to spread of something happening. Seeing him running with his veil raised, most Aiel instinctively reached for their spears and searched for the cause. A few cried out for an explanation, but he was upon them and then past in an instant, never slowing to explain.

 

He must find Xin. It was time for the Stone Dogs to dance.

 

When Cor finally reached the Society’s tents, Xin was nowhere to be found. Asking the gaishain if they had seen him anywhere revealed only that his whereabouts were unknown. Sending off a handful of gaishain to seek him out and have him come running if they found him, Cor took command of the situation. As the Society’s Second, it was his duty, no matter that he didn’t want the responsibility. As he emerged from Xin’s tent, a large number of his brothers had already gathered round.

 

Cor lowered his veil. Scanning the sea of warriors’ faces eager to learn what was going on, he quickly recounted the situation. “The Shadowsouled have lashed out at the Car’a’carn. Many Aiel and Treekillers have died, but he is alive and well. A counter-attack is being mounted. All who wish to fight need to get ready. We leave from the Palace Gardens in less than two hours.” Seeing Lev’s face in the crowd, he smiled and added an old joke. “It’s time for the Pipers to play. It’s been so long since we’ve danced properly, I hope I remember the steps.” His fellow Stone Dogs laughed then hurriedly disassembled, preparing for their swift departure.

 

As he made his own preparations, Cor never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that he was younger than all but a handful of the warriors who followed him. Duty called, and nothing else mattered.

 

The Stone Dogs were going to fall on their enemies with the force of an avalanche.

Davian’s smile had never left as he lowered his spear from in front of him, the bright crimson of someone’s blood flecked in his hand and the haft of it. Death, destruction, chaos; Davian reveled in the scene of the Audience Hall as it began to settle. The blood staining the room stirred his own and added a predatory gleam in his eye. The Dance was soon. More death was soon. Davian couldn’t wait.

 

"Gather as many spears as you can, without putting the security of Cairhien at risk. tell them to gather at the Palace garden's in two hours time. We are going to avenge this"

 

The Dance comes. Davian’s hands flickered to another one of his Seia Doon. It was only rudimentary, meant to give swift orders in battle where silence was necessary. A child next to the Far Daries Ma’s but what needed to be changed that worked. “It will be done.”

 

Wash the spears while the sun climbs high/

 

Davian began to sing silently to his hand. The lust for blood was rising quickly as the dance approached. He needed this, needed the kill now. He lived for the sensation, his feel for life coming from his need to take another.

 

Wash the spears while the sun lies low.

 

In two hours he was surrounded by black hafted spears dipping two fingers into a jar of dried gara snake blood, painstaking aquired and saved all the way from the Three Fold Land. He ran a finger over the scar on his eye.

 

Who here fears to die.

 

Looking upon his men established around him he couldn’t help a proud feeling rising in his chest. Spears gleamed in the sunlight, his men, his spears. Warriors trained only for one thing, to kill. Kill swiftly, silently and efficiently.

 

No one I know.

 

Davian

Jarron's mouth was upturned in a snarl, one that would make any wolf shrink back in fear. He had released saidin and now the anger poured from his soul like molten lava, and it had already seeped into the very core of his being. He was tired of being hunted, attacked and having his friends hurt. He was no mans puppet to be danced on strings like some Aes Sedai princeling. He was the most powerful man in the world. Kings trembled at his very name like young ones being told ghost stories, Aes Sedai bowed to him like servants and had sworn oaths of fealty to him, even the Dark One himself was wary of him. But none of it had prevented the attacks. His father had almost been killed in an attack on him, for a destiny he did not want. Whole nations of people were in upheaval because of his birth, and now this. Looking around the throne room, he could see the charred and smashed bodies of people, his people. These were my friends, my allies, my enemies, and even servants who had just stopped in to give me a glass of wine. This will never happen again, this can never happen again! Seizing Saidin once more, he strode out of the throne room with his maidens once again by his side.

 

Two hours passed in brooding silence. Jarron kept holding saidin, hoping the fires would scourge his guilt or the cold would numb his feelings, but to no avail. He could still see in his mind the glazed over eyes of all the maidens and noblewomen, even the bodies of little girls, and their names chanting in his mind. Lady Shinara, Carla of the Deep Shade hold, Sophia the bakers daughter... The aiel were pouring in and the courtyard, the biggest in the palace was about full. None came to where he sat though, for the looks on the maiden's face could have stopped a rampaging boar. One of the maidens turned to him, and nodded. Will you be dieing for me today? I don't even know who you are with the black around your face but I will remember. "Car'a'carn, the two hours are up, we are ready to go." Jarron nodded and stood up.

 

Forcing saidin, he created a slash in the pattern and opened it up as wide as it could go. Standing in front of the opening, he began making a platform as wide as it could go. There were quicker ways to travel, such as making a gateway, but this was good enough for his purposes. The forsaken had shown him this little trick, and it gave him a sort of sick pleasure that he would be using it against another of their ilk. Once the platform was large enough, he stepped on it. Immediately he felt insignificant, staring out into the infinite blackness that took the place of he earth and the sky in this place between reality. "Get everyone on to the platform, and make sure no one is to fall off. I don't know what is beyond, perhaps nothing, and living in nothingness is something no person ever wants to experience." The call went back into the crowd of flaming haired men and women in their gray and brown cadin'sors and in groups the boarded the platform.

 

The skimming began as soon as the gate was closed. It was an altogether uneventful trip, without a breeze nor a whisper. The aiel all stood, stoic and ready for the dance, thinking about what was to come ahead. Jarron stood quietly as well, but thinking all the while. What if there is another forsaken there waiting with Rahvin, and this is all just a big trap to kill me? It might be tough taking on two of them at once, but not impossible. I'll kill the strongest of them first and then deal with the weaker one. Yes, that should work, they never could all work together well, and none of them can stand up to me. The wheel will weave as it wills, and today, it shall weave for me. Suddenly, the platform had stopped, although Jarron was the only one who knew that it had. To the others, everything was as it had been the entire hour and a half trip. Using saidin once more, Jarron tore open a whole and the bright sky of Caemlyn shone down upon his face. Stepping out amidst the gasps of people, he smiled. As his warriors poured out from the gateway and people ran screaming, Jarron tilted back his head and screamed "RAHVIN!"

 

Fires began to blossom everywhere and animal snouted trollocs poured out of the buildings. They roared and held their scythe like swords up high, and the aiel met them with spears and arrows. Men and beasts were dieing and fades carved out swathes in the chaos, eyeless and atop their black steeds. But Jarron could see none of this, his eyes scanned everywhere for signs of his enemy. "RAHVIN! COME OUT AND FACE ME!" he screamed through the streets, striking out with fire at any trolloc that got in his way. And then he sensed it, channeling in the palace. Opening a gateway, he stepped through.

 

He came out into the throne room. There was no sign of anyone, just the old queens staring down on him and the lion throne up on a dais. It's rubies and moonstones sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. But something wasn't right, the red of the rubies was to bright, almost as if...Jarron jumped just in time as fire shot towards him from the throne, burning a tapestry behind him. A deep booming laugh rang through the hall, and Jarron felt saidin being channeled, and reached out and channeled the same thing. A gateway opened up and he sprinted through.

 

The other side was the same throne room as he had just come, only different. It had a strange hum, a strange feeling, but that didn't matter, his enemy was close by. Moving like he had while hunting rabbits in the woods, he stalked his prey. Light footsteps brought him further and further down the palace. Saidin burned through him, amplifying all his senses and the void dulled all his pain. As he moved, he began to notice saidin's flames burning hotter, and the bundle of senses the was him yet was distant was beginning to scream in pain. He was on fire, or rather the world itself seemed to burn. He opened up his mouth to breathe, and tasted ash. He would have screamed, but the world had no air, only searing hot flames. His vision disappeared as the flames took over and covered him. With a whoosh the world silenced and there was peace...

As the Car'a'carn gave the order for the Aiel to assemble, runners went our to all the societies. Aiel all arround the palace were in motion. The call for the dance went out and no one wanted to be left behind. Thriteen Aiel however were not in a hurry. In fact, that group of Aiel was literally draging their feet compared to the others. Those thriteen Aiel, were the society leaders and the clan chief. The thirteen were talking of something, though no one bothered to listen to what they had to say. Warriors were in a hurry to get to the meeting ground, and wetlander Gai'shan, or servants as they called them, decided that they had urgent business elsewhere as soon as they laid eyes on the group.

 

"Is still do not like it" - said Hamadar, the leader of the Hama N'dore - "Jumping in like this, not knowing how deep it is."

 

"No one likes it, Hamadar" - replyed Bruyere. - "But we do not have a choise. How many more envoys like this will there be if we let this one go unpunished? How many Shadowsouled will dare attack the Car'a'carn? It is just something that we have to do."

 

"It is something we have to do indeed" - said Rhuarc, the leader of the Far Aldazar Din, and all thirteen noded in agreement. - "But a lot will wake from the dream today."

 

"Yes, indeed." - the usually silent leader of the Rahien Sorei continued. - "Remember Dumai Wells?"

 

There were a few second of eery silence before Ghaul spoke

 

"How can we forget Dumai Wells, Tanerad. A lot of spears were lost that day. And it proved that there is not much we can do against the One Power. But it also proved that channelers can be defeated by a foe who is not affraid to face death. And who better to fit that description than the Aiel?"

 

Smiles apearred on the faces of all. Yes, those men and women have faced Death thousands of times, and they'll face it again, with a smile.

 

"Now let's hurry we would not want to miss the dance, would we?"

 

 

That last one caused open laughter and some jokes, as the group of thirteen hurried towards the Gardens, where already there was a huge number of Aiel warriors. Each society leader joined his society, and Ghaul joined the Hama N'dore, his old society. He took a stand next to Hamadar, presenting his spears, knives and buckled to the Society Leader to see. It was a tradition in the Hama N'dore ever since the birth of the Hama N'dore their weapons to be expected before going into battle. No one who was careless about maintaining their weapons was allowed into the battle.

 

"You're weapons prove to be up to standart, Ghaul. Take your place in the ranks"

 

As Hamadar spoke, the Car'a'carn entered the gardens.With out speaking he ripped a hole into the air, opening a gate to a place of darkness. The chief of chiefs stepped through the portal to a huge platform

 

 

"Get everyone on to the platform, and make sure no one is to fall off. I don't know what is beyond, perhaps nothing, and living in nothingness is something no person ever wants to experience."

 

His ordered passed down the ranks, the Aiel moved onto the platform. Arrows notched, spears, bucklers and shoufas up, they were ready. They knew that the Car'a'carn will get them to the dance, though it was to be done in an unusual fashion. When the platform suddenly stopped the Aiel prepared mentaly. As the Car'a'carn tore another hole they lept out, to a place compleatly different from where they left. Yes it was still a garden, in a palace, but it was a compleatly different garden in completly different palace. But there where where they had to be as shadow twisted greeted them with roar and weapons ready to strike. The Aiel response was deadly - spears and arrows filled the air, desolating the first wave of Shadowrunners,Shadowtwisted and men in uniform and armor who were caught in between. However the Shadow had more surprises installed for them. Columns of fire errupted among the Aiel, lightning tore through their ranks, sending bodies flying to the side. Chaod broke out and battle began

 

Ghaul found himself tossed asside by the after effects of a lightning bolt. By some strange twist of fate, it was a trolloc who saved him - the body of a dead trolloc still impaled on his spear. Or what was left of it, as it was broken from the flight. Taking another spear, Ghaul joined the dance again. There was not anytime to look arround, as men and Shadowtwsited were everywhere. The clash of weapons filled the air, death cries echoed bodies clashed one into another - it was chaos. Just like it was supposed to be. Slashing, thrusting, parrying avoiding, blocking Ghaul was compleatly into the dance. The clan chief's sprear had just cut the throat of a goat horned trolloc open, when the Car'a'carn opened another one of his holes in the air, Portals he called them, and disappeared. For the briefest moment, both humans and Shadowtwisted froze. That moment of piece was not to last. Knocking down a man in armor, and his spear puncturing the visor of the man's helmet, ending his life, the clan chief called out.

 

"Into the Palace quickly!!! Follow the Car'a'carn!!!!"

 

Ghaul

Clan Chief

 

ooc: I know, Myth, I know. I took too long and it sucked. But hey, this is the best I can come up with for now

OOC: to the contrary, my good man. it was well worth the wait. hopefully, i can live up to your high standards... here goes:

 

Cor remained silent as the other society leaders discussed the upcoming dance. Not only was he the youngest person among the group (most of the other men were old enough to be his father), he was only there because Xin was off doing the Creator knew what. So Cor kept his mouth shut while they made jokes. He didn’t know that most of the older warriors thought him worthy, but in his heart he knew he would do a good job today. Ghaul’s joke snapped him out of his pensiveness.

 

"Now let's hurry we would not want to miss the dance, would we?"

 

Smiling, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously, Cor thought. No, I certainly wouldn’t want that. He laughed as he trotted over to where the Stone Dogs had gathered. He almost felt lonely, despite the hundreds of pairs of eyes that focused on him, because he was leaving Nei’din behind. His dream would probably end today, and Cor didn’t think the middle of Andor was any kind of place for the lion to be on his own. Focusing on the task at hand, the young warrior set aside his concern for his little brother and surmised the situation for his spear brothers.

 

“We go to dance with Sightblinder’s minions today. The Shadowsouled have reached out and struck at the Car’a’carn, and now we will be the spear who strikes back for him. The Shadow will be ready, and only the Creator knows how many Eyeless and Shadowtwisted await us. Any who are not ready to wake from the dream should leave now.”

 

He waited but no one left. He would have been surprised if any had. The Stone Dogs were the elite fighting force of the Aiel, the last line of defense between any enemy and the Aiel’s survival. Today, they would once again assume their place wherever the fighting was fiercest.

 

Smiling, he laughed out loud and added, “Stone Dogs, today we will fall on our enemies with the force of an avalanche.” Their cheering uproar at the old call to arms shook the Gardens.

 

They were ready when the Car’a’carn entered and ripped a hole in the air into a place of darkness. The Car’a’carn stepped through the hole and onto a huge platform hanging in the emptiness.

 

"Get everyone on to the platform, and make sure no one is to fall off. I don't know what is beyond, perhaps nothing, and living in nothingness is something no person ever wants to experience."

 

Ghaul passed the orders through the ranks, and the Aiel passed through the hole and onto this strange road toward their dance. While this was the strangest method in which any of them had traveled to wash the spears, all stood resolutely. Their faith in the Car’a’carn was unshakable. Once he made sure that everyone was ready, Cor lifted his veil. Who knew what awaited them on the other side, and their might not be any time to spare. The motion rippled through the Stone Dogs, as all the warriors imitated their leader, then they stoically returned to statue-like stillness.

 

Cor didn’t know how much time had passed, but nothing changed until suddenly the Car’a’carn ripped another hole.

 

“Let’s dance!” and he leaped through the hole into a nightmare of steel and blood and death. Screams shattered the garden’s calm sanctity, bestial growls and dying shrieks mingled with the clash of scythe-like swords on spears and bucklers. Arrows rained down like water from the sky here in the Wetlands. The Stone Dogs were a well-thrown spear piercing the Shadow’s ranks that swarmed them. Shadowrunners, Shadowtwisted, and some hapless soldiers who were in the wrong place at the wrong time were cut down as the Aiel tried to establish a toehold to fight from. Cor stood at the front of the frenzy, calmly issuing orders until the chaos swarmed over his Stone Dogs and his personal battle was reduced to countless face-to-animal face encounters of survival. His spears stabbed like a desert adder, striking death from steel instead of venom, while bloody gashes blossomed on him like crimson flowers.

 

Lost in the sudden overwhelming heat and coppery smell of bloodshed, he fought savagely to maintain his footing. The press of the Trolloc hordes relentlessly strove to break the Aiel line, as more veiled faces leapt from the hole in the air. Suddenly, great thunderclaps erupted as lightning landed among the combatants, blowing huge holes in the earth and sending man and beast flying through the air, dead before they hit the ground. Cor’s buckler and next-to-last spear were wrenched from his hands as the Myrdraal he had just stabbed in the throat went soaring from an explosion. Drawing his knife and last spear, he saw the Car’a’carn disappear into another hole, but in the sudden brief stillness he couldn’t follow. He was too far away, and just that quickly he was gone. The brief respite ended with a furious surge that consumed lives like fire with tinder.

 

More Shadowtwisted seemed to appear for every one the Aiel destroyed, and Cor and his Stone Dogs met them unflinchingly. Smiling under his bloody veil, the young Stone Dog knew today was a good day to die, and his dance card was completely full. Washing the spears time and again, Cor’s only regret was that he wouldn’t get to personally spit in Sightblinder’s eye.

 

His laughter could be heard over the screams of the dead and dying as his pocket of Stone Dogs disappeared under the latest onrushing horde of Shadowtwisted while his brothers fought on.

Davian laughed. It rose above the din in his small circle of the battle, a sound as hollow and dark as the heart of the man it came from. His spear flashed about him as the Aiel Dances, the denizens of the shadow man and beast alike being thrown into the carnage of battle. Blood flew all around him, blood that set his own racing, his heart beat to the sweet sounds of the screams around him.

 

His black spear was tainted even more, and would retain it's blackness from this battle when he let the blood staining it dry as the origninal gara snake blood he had used when he received his spears for the first time. His spear sunk into abother Trolloc, the wolf face twisting into a snarl as it fell and the blood from its chest made Davian smiled psychotically.

 

"Into the Palace quickly!!! Follow the Car'a'carn!!!!"

 

More death, more killing would follow the Chiefs orders. He alone of the Society Leader had been excited for this battle, remaining silent as the others argued over the merits of the Dance in Caemlyn. To Daivan the thought of battle was enough to make him agree, just the thought of blood being spilt.

 

"To the Car'a'carn!" He shouted to the Seia Doon around him, surging foreward through the enemy. Aiel fell around him, Davian himself recieved a gash across his side that only made him fight harder. The reminder of the blood, even his, making his heart race and drive the bloodlust for more. To Death, his or his enemies, as they went to join the Car'a'carn.

 

 

Davian