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    - "Aes Sedai... It's one thing that they order you around like servants, but they can't expect me to know the bloody floor plan of parts of this Tower i'm not even allowed into!"

     

    After having ended up at another dead end, Aeryn couldn't help but growl a complaint. The prominent display of the color blue told her that she was in the right Ajah quarters, but there were many rooms here, and to make matters worse she didn't recall seeing the Aes Sedai before. Light, even she had mentioned that she hadn't been to the Tower in a long time, so how was she supposed to know anyway?

     

    Taking a deep breath to calm herself before anyone could overhear her grumbling, she spun around on her heel, setting a fast pace as she headed back to the garden again. There were a few turns in this section of the Tower she wasn't quite certain on, but she hopefully would make it to the gardens soon enough again.

     

    By the time she got back, she squinted her eyes, barely able to make out the Aes Sedai still sitting near the bench. Good. Straightening her face as well as her back, she headed to Elyssawearing a mask of mimicked Aes Sedai composure, and giving no sign that she noticed Elyssa's emotional state.

     

    - "My apologies Aes Sedai, but i was unable to find your room. If you would be so kind as to tell me which one it is, so i may do the chore you sent me to do...?"

     

    Despite her attempts to keep her voice level, the knowledge that she had wasted the better part of an hour on looking for the damn room managed to slip in a tightness to her words, a slight undertone of silent accusation. How was she supposed to get her chores done if these... people elevated pestering their students to their favorite passtime?

     

     

    Aeryn

    Vein popping, not exploded yet

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    Despite having knowledge of Aiel customs drilled into her almost from birth, Jehaine still couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Having been born with a frail build, she had accepted that she probably would never be a good asset to the warrior societies, and had thus naturally leaned towards taking up her mother's profession of seamstress. Craftsmen had a special place in ji'e'toh, and she believed her worth to the White Mountain Sept of the Chareen Aiel to be bigger as a craftswoman rather than as a warrior.

     

    When a Wise One had arrived with a message that she was expected in Rhuidean, she almost couldn't believe it herself. Still, given that the Wise Ones weren't known to make jokes about Rhuidean she started preparing for the journey right away, her younger twin deciding to tag along as well for company.

     

    She looked to her side, where Jelana was scanning the area. While they had been at most ten minutes apart in terms of age, her sister and herself were nearly polar opposites with regards to combat. She had never developed a liking for combat, yet Jelana had practically dived at the chance to learn, and would occasionally dance with others of her age for fun. It sometimes seemed like she wasn't happy without at least a few bruises on her, bruises which she'd tend to and would be repaid by her watching over her in turn. It still felt a bit odd to her to be protected by her younger sister, but she let it be, knowing Jelana liked to make sure no harm came to her.

     

    A small flicker of moveent caught her eye, and she looked down. Jabbing her spear into the sand, she gently lifted the scorpion out with the tip of her spear and put it down again a few feet away before starting to walk again. Jelana rolled her eyes at her behaviour, but she knew her sister well enough not to comment on it.

     

     

    Jehaine & Jelana

    Two Aiel, one apprentice

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    I suggest using natural borders to divide the country. The White River in the south, and the Taren in the north and east. In the west, it should extent about halfway into the Mountains of Mist, both to envelop the city that is meant to become the capital, the Citadel of the Band and the (abandoned) mines that are in that area.

     

    Thoughts, comments...?

    Hiyas, i've been on tv.net for a week or two, but i believe my stay there was both too long ago as well as too short for you to remember me.

     

    No worries though, we can always make up for it over here. Welcome aboard! ;D

    Scylla couldn't help but jump once the chaos of an attack hit the camp. Well... she would have jumped if she'd have had the stamina for it, anyway. She looked up at the sky, testing her wings for a second but ultimately decided against that as well. Better to take it easy and not strain herself, spraining a muscle tended to leave a mess at a hundred feet in the air.

     

    Just as she was on her way back to the tent, she noticed someone calling for a medic, and went over to see who needed medical attention. As she noticed Jon's face however, she broke into a run, gliding whenever she stumbled on a tree root or threatened to stumble over a rock. When she reached him, she was unsure of what to do, and simply looked at Thallan.

     

    - "Is he...?"

     

    "No he is not dead. But he got hit by a shadow weapon. Got it in his back when he turned away some civilians."

     

    Though that hadn't been what she wanted to ask, she simply nodded, accepting the response all the same. Shadow weapons... She had heard some talk about them in the Army of Shadow, and had seen some of her fellow prisoners die as they tried to perfect the Taint on them, but this was the first time she'd seen them be used in an attack. Maybe Aginor's research hadn't been set back as far as she hoped it would have been?

     

    With Jon safely bound on a stretcher, she knew there was nothing else she could do that the Aes Sedai and the medic hadn't already done themselves. Folding her wings again to be partially concealed behind a rather worn looking gleewoman's cloak, she turned to the medic, her dark crimson eyes looking into another set of golden ones that she had started getting used to during her time in camp.

     

    - "Umm... Is there anything i can do? Or maybe help watch over him until he recovers?"

     

    The question was asked hesitantly, as if she was unsure on what to say. With Jon, she didn't doubt she could have done it, the man seemed to give her confidence that she'd be treated like a human even if she still had trouble accepting it herself. With him unconscious on a stretcher however, it felt like one of her supports had just collapsed, and fought hard to stave off the waves of insecurity that were trying to sweep her away. Her concern over Jon was so great, it didn't even occur to her that shadow weapons likely meant Shadowspawn, though given Jon's current state perhaps that was for the better.

     

     

    Scylla

    Hopes the medic knows about a certain light purple skinned and winged companion

    Ah, thanks for the heads up Owen, i knew it started well before my time here but i never imagined it'd be that long. I figured three or four years at most, to be honest.

     

    Still, chipping in my two cents i'd have to say that since the Manetheren plotline isn't going anywhere as it is, there isn't really any harm done by trying to rehash it and get it active again. Even if the attempt fails, we wouldn't have lost anything, so it's a win-win situation either way.

    Rebecca was present again for the next round of lessons, more than aware of the daggers that had been slipped into their hiding places on the inside of her coat. She had spent quite some time practising, training her movements under the dim light her ability to channel gave her. Oh, she had enough strength at that point to have lit her room completely, but she knew combat hardly ever took place at full light, especially given the type of tactics she preferred. Now, when she would be forced to fight in bad light conditions, she would be ready for it.

     

    Dalek wanted her to spar someone, and she found herself looking at Arcon, trying to guess how much he had learned. Rendra, the woman that had appointed her as her rival had apparently been content with picking another opponent today, which perhaps was for the better. The woman had served her purpose in convincing those ranking above her to hold more weapons classes, and would have started becoming either a nuisance or a sparring partner -- though one that would be willing to stab her in the back given the chance to.

     

    Taking her daggers out of her coat in a single movement that looked almost casual, she sliped into a stance and looked at Arcon, waiting for the Dreadlord to attack her. They were both dagger users, it would be interesting to see how she would rank up against someone with equal weaponry.

     

     

    Rebecca

    Ready and waiting

    OOC: Wooden training weapons and latches, training with live weapons is generally Tower Guard and up.

     

    IC:

     

    Melenis looked at the two trainees that had come to her class, trying to get an indication of how well they could handle a weapon by the way they carried themselves. Though she didn't recognise either of them, she had to admit that she hadn't spent a lot of time getting to know the new faces in the Yards during the short breaks her own training schedule allowed her. Perhaps she should, this day or the next...

     

    “ehm, excuse me, but I am new here and well I don’t quite know where I’m supposed to be?”

     

    - "That depends. Assuming you already had your name written in the books by the Mistress of Trainees, you would need to join a couple of classes. Though there are only a few assigned tutors, most times just finding a Warder or Tower Guard willing to get you started will be enough. Like myself, in this case."

     

    "Visar, trainee, reporting si...ma'am.  Is this a class?"

     

    Though she had already answered the question, she gave Visar a nod in confirmation. After that, she stood there, taking a deep breath and wondering if she could continue what she had stated when she first met Zeveria.

     

    It still felt somewhat... odd to her, actually teaching a class as opposed to having one. Still, she knew she would need to get used to it sooner or later, aware of the fact that she hadn't been Bonded yet. And with the Yards buzzing with the news of Kynwric having attained the rank of Grand Master recently, she felt a responsability to step up to the plate as well, feeling the time was right for her to move on from student to teacher. Though she still had much to learn herself, she felt confident she would be able to pass on some of her skills to the 'new generation' of Warders.

     

    - "Right... First off, i'd need to know how good you are with a weapon. Please pick one from the ones displayed here that feels right to you, and start a small sparring match between the two of you. As for myself, i like to incorporate my own training into my classes, so i'll be picking a weapon i have no experience with whatsoever. It will help me to visualise how someone wielding this kind of weapon will move."

     

    She picked up a heavy axe, letting the blade arc through the air before wincing, and trying again. It would take a while for her to get more used to the movements, but with the knowledge of the Forms already etched into her mind it would only be a case of figuring out the adjustments she'd need to make. During this time, she positioned herself in such a way she could split her attention between her two students and her own training, without making compromises on either.

     

     

    Melenis

    Figuring out how this works...

    Mara had been careful on her way to the agreed upon place, bringing two sailors with her for protection that knew enough about blending in to avoid notice until they'd be almost on top of any assailants. Next to her in a more obvious fashion however was Timeon, the ship doctor and her second in command. Though she could count, Timeon was the one that could actually read and write and she let him set up the contracts as her assistant.

     

    Once at the Inn, she didn't as much as glance at the man that had already taken up position in the bar itself, instead heading for the innkeeper to let her know that she had arrived for a meeting. Though she couldn't care less about titles herself, buying jewelery meant money, and money likely meant a title. She'd do perfectly well without one, of course, but it generally ended up having a positive effect on the buyer's mood if they were being believed nobility.

     

    A stairway up, followed by a rap on the door. The innkeeper had let slip the name of the person she was meeting, miss Jessete it seemed, yet she decided not to bring it up until she would have. In her pocket rested some choice items from the jewelery she had on board her vessel, serving as examples of the quality of her wares. Honestly traded, of course.

     

    "Come in"

     

    Nodding to herself as much as to Timeon, the two of them walked into the room. She was slightly surprised at seeing no guards where she had expected at least some form of protection, but instead felt that strange feeling again, as if something was tickling in the back of her mind but she couldn't quite remember what it was. Discarding it as a mere distraction, she placed the pouches she carried on the table, allowing Miss Jessete to inspect the quality.

     

     

    Mara

    Ready to talk deal

    Jerinia had expected Satin to break down and cry over being rejected. She might have expected her to break into a desperate attempt to change her mind about this. But when Satin touched her chin, telling her of the good traits she saw in her, she did start to get a little too nervous for comfort. The pause, lasting well over an hour in her mind, was broken when her Mentee broke down in giggles, telling her she had... misunderstood?

     

    She just stared incredulously at Satin as she tapped the ki'sain on her forehead, up until a few seconds later where the true feelings the Novice had been trying to convey finally managed to get through to her.

     

    - "Wait... You don't know about Malkieri customs, do you?"

     

    And with that, she too burst out laughing, both in relief as well as amusement. The red headed Accepted made a mental note to tell Larindhra Sedai about this, she'd probably love to hear about something backfiring on herself for a change! In between fits of laughter, she tapped the blue dot herself, trying to explain what it meant.

     

    - "Heh, this is a Malkieri custom... Blue means unmarried, red means married... and white means widowed... When i noticed those blue dots everywhere, and that card with your name on it, i just assumed..."

     

    She rested her face on her arms, slapping the wood of the table a couple of times as she tried to regain her breath again. It was actually a better outcome than what she had been afraid of at first: The other Accepted smuggling someone from the Yards in to redecorate her room into an original love letter. aking a couple of deep breaths, her shoulders still shook with laughter occasionally, but she seemed mostly in control again as she wiped a tear from her eye.

     

    - "Ehh.. Still though, i'm a bit curious to hear how you managed to reach my room in the first place. It's almost in the middle of the Accepted dorms..."

     

     

    Jerinia

    Still single, thankfully ;)