Jehaine
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Svylla chuckled at Jon's joke, feeling content just holding on to him. Still, after a while the realisation started to kick in that they were still in a camp full of soldiers, and Aginor's army was still in the area nursing an injured pride. They would have to move. She stood up, her knees still a bit shaky but holding onto Jon's shoulder for support, and looked at him, wondering if he knew what she was about to say.
- "We need to start moving. I doubt this is the last we'll see of him."
She gave a weak smile, still needing the support of Jon's shoulder yet doing her best to remain standing. She wanted to show him that she wouldn't be dragging them down, or forcing them to turn the clearing into a small fortified war camp, complete with palisade and moat. She knew supplies weren't endless, and Khor Springs would be the perfect location to restock on troops, arms and supplies as Aginor would be doing at the fallen cities. Giving his shoulder a small squeeze, she let go, concentrating on putting one foot before the other as she walked towards the tent entrance.
Scylla
Needs to be strong
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Martyn had been standing guard with Ikki when the unmistakeable sound of a portal opening up was heard behind them. Given that he had quite a bit of experience as a soldier, and his block meant that he would not be making the High Lords... unnecessarily nervous, he was assigned to guard duty. If he couldn't channel, he wouldn't be causing any trouble weaving where he shouldn't either.
"Tell me Asha'man, is the Lord Dragon in Tear at the moment?"
He glanced to his side to see who had arrived, eyebrows rising slightly in surprise at seeing Covai where he had expected the next shift that was to relieve the both of them. And he was asking to see the Dragon? Whatever this was, it sounded important, though he honestly doubted his rank as a Soldier would give him clearance to join the meeting himself.
As Ikki went off to get the Lord Dragon, he couldn't help but wonder who the man really was. Guarding the portal room against anyone that might accidentally stumble in meant there was only a small chance that he would even catch a glimpse of the man destined to save and break the world, but he had learned not to have his curiousity get the better of him long before he went on his first campaign. The sergeant in charge of his initial training had made sure of that.
Looking at the others, he was able to recognise Simmen -- which was a small surprise in itself -- though the others didn't seem to ring a bell at that moment. He gave all of them a nod in greeting, though he remained silent himself as he was still on duty. With Ikki heading off, he was the only person guarding the portal room, and it would have been inappropriate to allow himself to get distracted too much in conversation.
Well... That, and there was a chance (albeit a small one) that he would be seeing the Lord Dragon. That alone meant he would need the time to mentally prepare for an encounter of that magnitude. Of all the Asha'men, he had been the one that had been channeling the most after the Forsaken, and he was curious to see just how far the Taint had affected his mental state...
Martyn
...Still blocked.
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Mara watched the man blink, a sign of surprise so brief she would have missed it had she not been looking for it. There was nothing in his words that indicated the admission had taken him off guard, which told her he had a large amount of self control, in turn further confirming her initial assessment of his skill with a blade. One could tell a good swordsman from an average one by looking how well they could keep themselves under control. After all, 'if one didn't master himself, how could he master a blade?'
Shaking her head, she motioned for Mehrin to follow her as she started walking to her ship. Quoting the old boatswain indeed, she'd be starting to look like him next. She supressed the urge to laugh imagining herself walking on deck with that cane of his, tapping knots she'd believe not to be tied down correctly. Getting her mind back to the matter at hand, she tried to lift some of the concern Mehrin was feeling about her crew.
- "Nah, dun' worry 'bout it. If yer half 's good as ah think y'are, ye'll do fine. Ah jus' need 'em able ta survive wha'e'er trouble they get 'emselves inta."
As the two of them boarded the ship, she noticed the older crewmembers standing back a little, their previous experience with the people their Captain would occasionally drag on board still well known to them. Some were gathering together, already making silent wagers on which of the 'greens' would be the first to step up and likely get his ass handed to him. Mehrin seemed to waste little time provoking her crew, so she leaned against the poopdeck, crossing her arms to watch the show.
"Any questions?"
- "Aye, ah believe it's me turn next."
As the young man limped back into the crowd, Mara calmly started walking towards Mehrin, stopping a couple of feet away from him. It was an old agreement between her and her crew that she would be the first to spar whomever she would bring on board to train them. She might not be the best blade amongst them, but it was only fair that she would go through this as well.
Mara
Ready?
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The first thing Rebecca thought when she heard the woman speak was that she was unable to discern what region she came from. Her looks provided no clues either, making her feel somewhat intrigued at the lack of information she could gather about the person that was to teach class. All thoughts on the matter fled her mind however once the woman turned, looking directly at her.
She felt it. All the fear she had believed to be gone dredged up, coming out of the woodwork of her soul where she had believed to have driven it all out. She was afraid to speak, afraid to even breathe for fear of slighting this... creature. Her brain tried to file this new information, but no matter how much she tried to regain her concentration, there was only one coherent thought she was able to form.
"Oh Light, the stories... They're all true!"
Her teacher's gaze passed on to the next student, allowing her some respite to gather her thoughts on what had just happened to her. She followed the woman's gaze again, noticing the fear she had felt mirrored into whichever student was being looked at at that time. An ability, she concluded, but one that would prove to be potentially dangerous to those not used to it. She now knew why they had been shielded before entering the classroom too, she wouldn't blame anyone trying to kill the Myrddraal with the Power on a reflex.
Rebecca
Recovering...
The corner of Calaun's lip twitched as her gaze passed through class, though there was no humor in it. She watched the students cower with fear in their eyes, or hatred, or a mixture of both. They were still too much stuck in their old lightfool habits of walking in the Light where they were to be the Great Lord's future Dreadlords! Instead, here they were, and she could almost feel them clawing for the Source for defense. They would have to be broken of that...
- "As there are many non-Borderlanders among you who still believe Trollocs and Myrddraal to be stories, the Dreadlords have seen it fit to have me teach this class. Ask yourselves this, had your teacher been human, would you have believed him when he'd describe me? This, at least, ensures you will not be taking this class lightly."
She started pacing back and forth, resisting the urge to gaze at them until they wet their pants in frustration. A hint of anger had slipped into her voice, one that she didn't bother to hide, and she clenched her fists as she tried to keep herself from drawing the blade she wasn't allowed to carry in the Fortress. If they had been Trollocs, she would have them running laps for this display of fear. But they were going to be new Dreadlords, which made it inconcievably worse to her.
- "As i said, i am a Myrddraal. Though we only make up two percent of the Army of the Shadow, we are the captains, the ones leading the Trollocs to where they are needed. You on the other hand, are all training to be Dreadlords, the generals of said Army. Those that will be commanding me and others like me in battle. One day, you will be expected to look me in the eye and not flinch as you give me my orders. Can you do that, knowing that fear for their superiors keeps the Army in line? That controlling fear keeps the Army from turning on itself?!?"
She slammed both palms on the desk, making the wood creak audibly. Whatever wood had been used had been strong, however, as the desk seemed to hold under the blow. Calaun's voice was steadily growing louder until she was all but shouting at her students, and anger and irritation were dominating the tone of her voice. She passed her gaze along the desks, wall and the bodies of the students, trying very hard not to look them in the eyes to keep from breaking their focus. But it was hard not to.
- "Let me make one thing absolutely clear here: You do NOT walk in the Light. None of you do. You will get it through your skulls that you belong to the Shadow now. You will break yourselves of your fear. And you will succeed, or die trying! the Great Lord does not need cowards or children needing to be held by the hand, so you will do this on your own! This is not some lightfool kindergarten for channelers, this is the Army of Shadow! This very training is set on culling the weak, allowing only those worthy of the rank to become a general!! AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR!!"
Her hands had curled up into fists on the table, her gaze whipping back and forth between her students, rage radiating off of her like an aura. The amount of fear she had felt from whom were supposed to become her future commanders sickened her. They might be able to channel, but as they were now they would turn into a whimpering pile if they ever met a Shadow Walker, let alone a full Shadow Knight. She was a Myrddraal, and she fought to win. And she'd be damned if she'd expect less from her commanders as well.
Calaun
A bit angry with her students
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Before entering the Stedding, Arienna had been on edge, trying to spot a trap she felt certain she was two paces from falling into. Now that she was in the actual camp, that waryness turned into paranoia, and even though her mind told her that the Aes Sedai was just trying to make pleasant conversation she simply couldn't bring herself to return the gesture, not daring to lower her guard.
Waking through camp, the young girl found herself staring people directly in the eyes, becoming increasingly agitated about the fact that they all seemed to have golden eyes. Someone was playing a trick on her, it had to be! She would have to get a message to Lord Maric about this, he would undoubtedly want to know where she was as well. She noticed they had arrived at a tent the Aes Sedai called the Infirmary, and Aislyn got the briefest of nods in greeting as she was introduced to her.
Considering how tense she was feeling, she doubted she was capable of more even if she wanted to.
Arienna
On edge
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Daciana had noticed the guards giving her some more attention than they did the other citizens, but honestly thought nothing of it. Hunter was still asleep after last night, she sometimes did that when she had to put a good amount of effort into finding a good target. Perhaps the hunt hadn't gone well last night? She was still feeling a bit peckish, so that would probably be it then.
She grinned, pleased that she had managed to find the answer on her own. Resisting the urge to skip, she calmly walked into the Inn she stayed at. Though the innkeeper was unaware that he had an extra guest staying in his attic, he did however manage to recognise the girl as one of his regular customers. Given that she paid for her meals in coins of mixed mintage, he assumed she was related to a small trader, but as a good host he refrained from prying his paying customers.
- "Hey uncle Savaren, i'm back!"
"Ah, good to see you, young mistress. What'll it be today, the usual?"
- "Yup, thanks."
Daciana beamed a smile at the innkeeper as he ordered one of the waitresses to get milk, cheese and some bread. Returning a few minutes later, he set the tray on the table she was sitting at himself, watching her eat as he did his rounds. Though the girl was stronger than she let on -- a skill honed from running an inn for a couple of years -- she reminded him of one of his daughters, and had sometimes found himself getting a bit protective of her given that he had yet to see her parents or guardians around. At the end of the meal, half a dozen guards stormed into the inn, swords drawn at Daciana.
"Hold it, you're under arrest!"
Daciana looked at the man, seemingly completely ignoring the man had a sword pointed at her. Though it was hard to mistake the small quiver in his voice for anything other than nervousness. He believed her to be responsable for the long lasting string of murders in Fal Sion after all.
- "Why?"
...Then again, a somewhat confused sounding young girl wasn't exactly wat he had in mind when he heard someone spotted a woman matching the description they had been looking for. The innkeeper started to get a little agitated as well with guards almost bashing his door in, to arrest one of his regulars as if she was a Darkfriend no less!
"A dying girl managed to tell the guards who attacked her and her uncle last night, and you match her description to the letter. We'll need to bring you in for questioning."
A murmur rose through the inn, some looking at each other, some at the innkeeper as they tried to recall just how often they had seen her have breakfast there. Daciana seemed not to be overly concerned about all of it however, finishing the last of her milk before putting the jug down again.
- "Mhm, wait... Okay, i'm done! Don't worry uncle Savaren, it's prolly nothing to do with me."
She jumped off of her chair, walking up to the guards as if this was some kind of game. Her voice had no hesitation in any way simply because she knew this had nothing to do with her. The guard had mentioned it had happened last night, that was Hunter, not her. Not really fathoming what kind of trouble she was into, she walked out of the Inn, flanked by several members of the town guard. That she acted as if there was nothing wrong would give the impression they were there to guard as opposed to arrest her, though that would depend on the person.
Daciana
Under arrest? Fun!
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Scylla watched as he leaned over, answering her invtation to a kiss. Though she had kissed before, it felt like none of those came even close to the vast amount of emotions that flowed out of her at that moment. All her fears about never being able to live a normal life seemed to slide off of her, finally allowing the love she was feeling for Jon to drift up to the surface rather than keeping it hidden out of fear of making him an outcast.
For the first time since having been turned into what she now was, she felt... free of herself. Like it did not matter that she didn't look human anymore. And to be able to let go of that realisation, even if it was for the duration of a kiss, made her feel happier than she had been in months. Tears streaming down her face, she broke away to catch her breath again, whispering soft loving words in his ear.
Scylla
Feeling human
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Scylla let Jon kiss her on the cheek, resisting the urge to blush. She had figured out how to move now, as long as she didn't make any sudden movements she could actually do more than she had at first believed herself able to. Keeping this in mind, she slowly leaned over to Jon to wrap her arms around him again, this time resting her head on his shoulder.
- "Speaking of... Mind if i practice... Just a bit?"
Her heart skipped a beat at hearing how forward she was acting, but she could still feel the kiss Jon had given her on her cheek. Had she been able to think, she would have grinned, pointing out that it felt like her soul belonged to Jon now, but the simple truth was that she was drifting in her own mind. Her head leaned closer to Jons, lips slightly parted as if waiting for him to make the first move.
Scylla
Not stealing your soul for once
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Approaching the Boss (Part Two - The Legend)
in Legacy Saga Archive
Martyn gave no outward sign that anything was wrong with Covai's request, though his mind was racing for a way to speak the Oath while keeping his true identity intact. And with it, the promise he had made to himself to keep his family safe from reprecussions should the Taint wrap its foul influence around him as well. He was grateful for the fact that others had arrived with the Storm Leader, using the time they took to speak their oaths trying to come up with one of his own. After a bit, he had decided on a wording, and spoke the words when there was an opportunity for him to without interfering with someone else.
- "Under the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I swear to follow the Light, and the Dragon, for as long as it is required of me."
It still sounded a bit odd to him, improvised really, but for something he had to make up on the spot it would have to do. He just hoped this oath he had now essentially been forced to take would never be getting in the way of the secrets he so carefully kept, but as long as he would keep his guard up he hoped those questions would never be asked.
Martyn
Wants to keep his secrets