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    I have two Aiel, none of whom are Wise Ones.

     

    They're twins, Jehaine and Jelana. Daughters of an Aiel craftsman, and i haven't made a single thread with them yet.

     

    Jehaine can channel though, so looks like things will be getting busy soonish :P

    Sweet I'll try and get something together for you what reqs do you have left or we can just do something that will get you closer to a blue.

     

    Intermediate Saidar would be nice... Four classes to the set, and basically a more advanced version of the Saidar classes taught to Novices.

     

    That, and an Ajah RP but i think i got that covered by rearranging some threads.

    Hmm...

     

    As far as i know, the Blue is pretty much empty at the moment. Jerinia's going Blue but is still an Accepted at the moment, and i recall hearing mention she'd have defaulted to Ajah Head since there was no one else in the Blues above her.

     

    Having said that, i only have one or two reqs to go. Will prod people to get asses in gear on that ^^

    Martyn had remained silent save for a salute when the Dragon, being his commanding officer, entered the room. Come what may, he was still on guard duty, and said guard duty didn't include sitting down to have a drink and a casual chat. He hadn't gotten to where he was now by shirking his duties after all, wouldn't even allow himself to think that way. Just fifteen minutes remaining though, unless he missed his guess. He would relax after his watch was over.

     

    "And just how many of your boys did you loose in the battle against them?"

     

    He said nothing, listening to Covai give his report to Jarron. Though a small tensing of muscles in his jaw and a look of irritation in his eyes would be the only sign he gave on what he thought of Jarron's answer, he knew he could do nothing about it. Jarron outranked him, plain and simple, and unless the Pattern changed its mind about who was to be the Dragon Reborn he didn't see that change anytime soon. The tension left his face as Covai punched the man in his stead. He didn't intervene, of course, he was just guarding the Portal Room.

     

    Jarron stood back up, and not for the first time Martyn didn't regret being blocked. If he would have as much as grazed the Source in this pressing atmosphere he would risk to become a target of more than one angry channeler, that was the feeling he was getting from Covai and Jarron as they glared at each other. Yet, he felt oddly relaxed for some reason, knowing he could never survive a channeling battle if it broke out in the room. Taking a deep breath, he slipped into the Void, repeating a single thought in his mind as a mantra. The Wheel weaves...

     

     

    Martyn

    When killing each other, don't mind the door guard please

    What i did when i needed a couple of random ter'angreal was simply take a few objects and describe what they did, only adding the Source into it.

     

    I recall using a pair of magnets and Darth Vader's lightsaber, for example, but other items (slinkies, rubber balls, wall mounted clocks (without a pendulum *gasps*) and batteries) work just as well. Just take something and imagine how a person from the Medievals would describe it as a magic item, the batteries from my last example using Air and Water to create 'a small harmless weave of lightning, perhaps to have students pay attention to their teachers'.

    No preferences, really. She's more a girl of action than words though, even though she tries to act cool and composed like a noble she isn't all too good at it ^^;

     

    But yeah, fire something up and i'll have her drop by. I hardly ever plan threads myself, i like improvisation :)

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    Character names:

     

    • Mara Novares (Listening to the Wind Talent) - Freebooter - WS 4
       
      • Strength - 23; Skill - 23 - Wilder - Blocked - Linked to her talent
         
      • Fire: 3
      • Earth: 1
      • Air: 8
      • Water: 8
      • Spirit: 3

       

      [*]Jehaine - Aiel - WS 8

       

      • Strength - 25; Skill - 38
         
      • Fire: 5
      • Earth: 5
      • Air: 5
      • Water: 5
      • Spirit: 5

       

      [*]Jelana - Aiel - WS 8

       

      [*]Amyante Tojimaru - Seanchan sul'dam - WS 2

       

      • Strength - 17; Skill - 36 - Latent - Untrained (No Spark)
         
      • Fire: 3
      • Earth: 2
      • Air: 5
      • Water: 3
      • Spirit: 4

       

      [*]Kizuna Morinagare - Seanchan damane - WS 0

       

      • Strength - 22; Skill - 28
         
      • Fire: 5
      • Earth: 5
      • Air: 4
      • Water: 4
      • Spirit: 4

       

      [*]Masura Zaralyn - Kin - WS 0

       

      • Strength - 27; Skill 29
         
      • Fire: 3
      • Earth: 3
      • Air: 6
      • Water: 5
      • Spirit: 8

    Though she was essentially still in recovery, Scylla did her best to help out where she could as the soldiers were packing up camp. Though her tasks were relatively light and simple, they were nevertheless taxing, and she had to rest more than she'd like in between jobs.

     

    To be honest, she didn't quite know what to feel about going to the place where all the soldiers had their homes. On one side, it would also be Jon's home, and just the thought of living in a house again brought a feeling of comfort over her. On the other was a persistant feeling of doubt whether they'd be as accepting as Jon and his men had been.

     

    Not for the first time she thought back on the night the two of them had met, where all that had stood between life and death had been an order by Jon to hold their weapons. Would she have to face that again when they reached the village? Would Jon be accused of being a Darkfriend for having her in his ranks? Out of all the things she worried about, she worried for him the most, though she was careful not trying to let it show. Having been a gleewoman had had its advantages after all.

     

     

    Scylla

    Worried

    Arienna started walking to the chair almost before she knew what she was doing, caught up in weighing the woman's words as much as she had. The realisation that she wasn't paying enough attention to her surroundings made her feel even more on edge, which was quite a feat in itself, but she knew that if she showed her doubt now it would put her at a disadvantage. The feeling that would best describe her as she sat down on the chair was one of a hedgehog, rolled up into a ball with its spikes standing out in all directions. At least the option of asking questions seemed welcoming enough...

     

    - "..."

     

    She managed to stop herself, not wanting to show more indecisiveness. She knew nothing of these people, nothing of where she was and nothing of what was going on, and still not remembering how she had ended up in the forest where she came across Erik wasn't helping either. And she couldn't ask either, in case these people meant harm to Lord Maric, as it would give away that she was effectively separated from him.

     

    And then there were the eyes. Much like Erik said -- and she cynically commented on -- everyone in the camp had golden eyes. Everyone. She knew her eye color was pretty rare as it was, her eyes had been brown until somewhere in her mid teens, but the doctor had said it seemed harmless enough even if he had never heard of it happening before. Yet, here was an entire group of people, all with golden eyes, so they weren't that uncommmon after all. Rubbing her temple, she tried to make her mind think faster. There just had to be a logical explanation for all of this...

     

     

    Arienna

    Getting paranoid