Jehaine
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Irian had it easy during the assignment, well, compared to the other Trainees that was. Having been apprenticed to a woodcutter back home he was aware of the tricks of the trade that were used to get large trunks back to the village without taking all week. Holding the beams close to him to keep himself from burning energy too fast, and helped others with pointers for much the same effect.
Unfortunately, Master Idan managed to find out he had had previous experience relatively fast, and adjusted the workload put onto him accordingly. For most of the week, he was to help in pulling and pushing the heavier parts into position. He was strong, but it had been a while since he had had to work that much, and it made him realise that he had been getting out of shape lately.
He dropped by every day as told -- though still tending to run a late streak in the beginning -- and worked hard as his body got used to what he had been doing during his woodcutting days. The first couple of days had been a pain, quite literally so after dragging his sorry behind out of bed the next day, but he settled into the rhythim more and more each day.
The best thing was actually something other than his time with Master Idan. During the time he trained with weapons, he noticed his grip on the weapon had improved, and more strength allowed him to swing the war hammer even faster than before. He had to admit Master Jesse had known what he was doing back when he told them all to help out here. Now if only that barrel training would start working out for him he'd really be getting the hang of this...
Irian
Darn barrels...
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Scylla listened to Jon as he made his promise, using the time to catch her breath again and get her mind straightened out again. Truth be said, she couldn't have said a word even if she wanted to at that time. After a couple of minutes, she decided to break the silence again.
- "I'm okay now... Heh, i figured it was long, you lose track of time eventually. Still, i would have learned eventually, i just wanted to hear it from you. Thanks."
She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but as soon as her lips touched Jon's cheek she pulled her head back again, looking a bit shocked. After a few seconds, she realised that Jon was still sitting there, and put her fist in front of her mouth as she chuckled at what she had just done, while giving him a mischievious smile.
- "Oh right, i got Healed. I'll need to get used to that."
Scylla
Rawr
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Rebecca took a deep breath, holding her daggers that they could not be seen, but had the hilts resting in the palms of her hands, ready for quick use. Taught by her father, it was an assassination technique, of course, one of the few that could be potentially lethal when taking someone by surprise. Daggers were never meant for drawn-out combat, and the more time she would give her opponent to feel her out the more of an advantage he would have against her.
The daggers twirled in her hands, and she flowed into Kissing the Adder in one movement, the hilt of one of her weapons still resting in her palm as her fingers rested on the blade. Her other dagger was held inverted, and she went on into Twisting the Wind, using her momentum to deliver a diagonally rising slash aimed at the jugular before settling into Apple Blossoms in the Wind. Though that pretty much summed up what she could do, they were one of her personal favorites among those she'd seen, it built on speed and agility rather than strength, and if performed correctly made it quite hard for an opponent to land a blow on her. Dalek approached.
"Good speed, though you'd need to catch your opponent off guard if you want that to work. And if he gets a hit in on your leg, most of those forms will be useless."
She shrugged, and was about to answer when she noticed Rendra from the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she brought up her own daggers and managed to block the incoming dagger from taking her head off, and Dalek walked off towards her as she was swearing that it had been an accident. She smirked, watching with amusement as she tried to master the form. Though in reality she was a bit angry at the attempt, appearing amused was something she knew would be getting under her skin. 'I laugh at your feeble attempt to kill me, girl'.
She tried some of the other forms -- specifically the ones Rendra was trying to master -- making sure Rendra would be able to see her. If the woman wanted to continue the stupid feud from their first class then so be it, but she'd have to train a lot harder to catch up to her. The arms race was on, it seemed. After being dismissed by their teachers, she went off towards her own room, casually glancing down the corridor where she had come from every time she rounded a corner to see if she was being followed. Just another good habit from her life that had proven useful upon joining the Fortress. In her room, she would practise the forms she was not so good with, not wanting to show a potential weakness for Rendra to exploit until she wanted the woman to.
Rebecca
Training in secret
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To Scylla, it felt like someone was gripping her heart and squeezing the blood from it. Getting decidedly pale in the face, she let go of Jon, leaning back against the chair she had been sitting on. In her mind, his words kept repeating themselves like some kind of echo gone mad, and she brought a hand to her face, blinking as she noticed she had started to sweat.
- "Tammaz...? How can it be Tammaz... Was captured on... on tenth of Aine..."
She racked her mind for an answer, occasionally shaking her head as if to disbelieve the puzzle pieces starting to fall together in her mind. The end of summer, not the beginning of it. What's more, the actual time spent living in a holding pen had now been made clear to her in full perspective. But... Has it really been four months ago?
Scylla
Disbelieving
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OOC: Ah right, hadn't thought about that... Let me see what i can find.
http://www.sevenspokes.com/chronology/2nd.html
According to the info listed here, the War of the Shadow came at around 300 years into the Second Age, so that and a handful of other years would do i believe.
http://wot.wikia.com/wiki/Calendar
As for months... Go with the NE names, i reckon, and 28 days to a month. Though the time is a bit off, it should work fairly well.
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Scylla winced, tensing a bit as her unease started to seep through more and more. Jon had answered her question, but why was he being dodgy about his answer? For some reason, this made her feel even less comfortable about the answer, because she trusted him to tell her the truth. He was afraid of hurting her, but unless there was more behind it how would he know that it would?
- "Jon, i meant the actual date... Please?"
She let go of his hand, leaning forward to wrap her arms around his neck, yet kept enough distance to keep looking him in the eyes. She kept her voice as steady as she could, but it still trembled with reluctance, doubt, fear... She didn't want to know, but knew she needed to, knew she would sooner or later. And if the answer wasn't one she was expecting, she wanted to hear it from Jon rather than a stranger.
Scylla
Still in doubt
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Scylla watched Jon kneel before her, putting a hand on her shoulder. It felt warm, comfortable, and managed to bring a weak smile to her face as she made an effort to lift her hand to touch his. Jon would note that she was feeling a bit cold, though Scylla was unaware of it herself, still suffering the aftereffects of the mental shock from her Healing.
"You have been asleep for at least two good weeks in the Hall of Servants,"
She blinked, puzzled as if she didn't believe what she had heard. For a moment, she frowned in thought, wanting to ask what day it was, but no words came out. Come to think of it, she had been a prisoner in Aginor's camp for quite a while as well, had lost track of time long before her escape. She bit her lip nervously, looking around for something to fix her eyes on so Jon would not be seeing the doubt and unease in them. And then, she asked the question she knew she wasn't going to enjoy the answer of.
- "Jon... What day is it? A-And the year too, please?"
Scylla
Getting goosebumps
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Scylla had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could reply, trying to choose her words as she gathered stamina. She hoped Jon would just take it as her needing some time to think about it, but that would just be wishful thinking on her behalf. From what she had seen, the Wolfkin were a perceptive bunch.
- "...Drained, mostly. Everything feels... washed out, like i'm dreaming. It's kind of like... having run for half a day, only without being sore. Hard to explain."
She gave Jon a weak smile to apologise for her lack of wording. After she had been Healed, she felt like she had slept for a week, only judging by how much stamina she had it couldn't have been more than an hour ago. Her brain just didn't seem to work properly, had she always been like that when waking up?
- "Come to think of it... How did we get back here? Did the Aes Sedai take us here after i was Healed?"
Scylla
Thinks it's last week
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As the number of students that were not yet divided into groups started to dwindle, Martyn suppressed the urge to grin. Though he hadn't mentioned it, the true purpose of the exercise was convince his students that they weren't half as good as they thought they were, and filter out the ones that were aware of this fact from the group. They would help him with the other students later on.
The next person stepped up, and in the Void he recalled the man mentioning he had been inexperienced with a blade. The thought of going easy on him didn't even occur to him however. The man was a student like everyone else, and there would be nothing to gain from playing favorites. He watched Simmen try to circle him, making mental notes about his stance, tactics and movements. He had a good eye for weapons however, judging by how he picked his tactics. There were quite a few students who had simply stormed in without properly assessing their chances already, and Simmen showed some potential in that area despite his inexperience, making him a welcome change. Reading his feint correctly, Simmen's charge was dodged and easily countered with a trip that sent the man hitting the ground.
- "Group one. You have a good eye for this though."
The words came out a bit emotionless as all things did in while he was wrapped in the Void. He was simply assessing every student for potential and skill, nothing more, nothing less. After a while, the last student ended up with a blade at his throat and walked towards the group he had been assigned to. Martyn turned around, looking at the results. Not many people in the third group today, it seemed, though it would be enough.
- "Right. On the tables there are wooden lathes for training. I want everyone to get a lathe matching the weapon they picked, after which the people of Group three will spar each other while groups one and two are watching. Try to learn from what you're seeing people, it really does help to have an idea of what you're training to become."
After the sparring battles, where every student in the third group fought three matches, he moved on to the second stage of his class. Two of the most skilled students from group three would assist himself in teaching the second group, while the other students from group three would be teaching the first group the basics of combat. Martyn would of course be keeping an eye on the first group as well, but having other students help him meant he didn't need to spread his attention to everyone at once, enabling him to increase the effectiveness of class.
Martyn
Sparring time people!
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Daciana had not been standing around while Winifred had been waiting on the guards to arrive, and by the time they had reached the other end of the alley she had run into they would find a dead end, their target having reached the rooftops. They might have been better armored than her, but it also made them heavier, and much more likely to not survive an agile dash over Fal Sion's snow-covered rooftops.
With her pursuers shaken off, she made her way to the Inn she was staying in. Oh, she hadn't actually been renting a room there, but by chance she had discovered that the attic was unused for anything but a storage for crates and dust. Wiping off the snow, she pulled open the makeshift hatch she had made in the roof, lowering herself in before putting it in place again to keep the snow out. After she wiped the blood off of her face and knife, she lazily walked to the pile of her victim's cloaks in the corner. There, she slipped out of the leather armor she was wearing and crawled between the cloaks for warmth as she fell asleep not too long afterwards.
The next day, Daciana awoke feeling a bit hungry. This struck her as odd, given that Hunter said she'd arrange something to eat before she had fallen asleep the previous night. Either way, judging by the bustle coming from the Inn below her she guessed it was already late into the morning, and pulled herself out of bed. After some stretching exercises -- Hunter always said they were important! -- she wore the dress she usually did during the day, with a longsleeved furlined coat over it for protection against the cold.
She climbed out of 'her' attic again, and moved to one of the quieter districts where she could lower herself on the streets without attracting too much attention. She had a number of locations memorised for that exact purpose, and the first one she picked turned out to be empty. Landing on the ground almost without a sound, she then simply walked in the middle of the streets like nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night.
Daciana
Looking for me? Why?
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OOC: Ouch, wish him luck from me <.<
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Though it would be nice to say Scylla patiently waited for Jon and Thallan to leave before getting up, the simple truth was that she was far too exhausted to make another attempt so soon. Her head was still swimming from the last time she had tried. Still, for that same reason she was grateful to Jon for bringing the bundle of clothes to her before walking out of the tent.
She got up, as slowly as she could reaching for the bundle of clothes. From what she could tell, it looked a bit odd with several belts and buttons in strange places, but they had been carefully hidden so as not to be too obvious to the casual onlooker. During the time she took to figure out how to put it on, not to mention get dressed, she made several attempts to stand, but ultimately ended up just dressing herself sitting on top of her bedroll.
Reaching out for a nearby chair, she pulled herself up on it, making it appear as if she simply chose to sit down rather than stand. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she wiped some sweat from her forehead from the effort it had taken her before calling Jon. Or more precisely let Jon and that person called Thallen know it was safe for them to come in again.
Scylla
Pretending she's fine
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Scylla looked at Jon as he answered her, her face lighting up in a smile hearing the good news. She tried to get up, but black spots danced across her vision, making her decide it would be better to lay back down and try again a bit more slowly after a couple of minutes. She eyed the clothes a bit warily though, and looked back and forth between the two men present.
- "...Y'know, i think i'll just nod, and not ask who did the actual tailoring. Something tells me i don't want to know."
The small blush, and the way she pulled the blanket a bit closer around herself would probably tell them what she was thinking anyway, and she really didn't want to start shouting at them even had she had the energy for it. She gave the two of them a look that asked what they were still doing here, though there was no anger in it. After the two of them would have left, she would try to discover just how much that healing had taken out of her reserves.
Scylla
Still a bit dizzy
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Scylla's light snoring stopped for a second, and if Jon was paying attention he would see one crimson eye opening to look at her surroundings. Smiling, she lethargically turned to face him as she was still half asleep.
- "G'morning you... Hmm, had the strangest dream just now..."
She stretched out, yawning from after having slept this long, when she suddenly froze all of a sudden, lifting an edge of the blanket to look down at her body. And pulled the blanket close to her with a speed that send a few tufts of grass flying onto the bedroll, now very much awake and also very much aware of the other person in the tent.
- "Umm... Jon? Where are my clothes?"
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OOC: Ah sorry, my bad. Misread your last post, thought Thallan had left so i typed Jainar all the time ^^;
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With all the excitement in the room, not to mention the change of climate, Scylla was starting to stir again, trying to roll over in her sleep. Unfortunately, her wings got in the way, and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself, muttering about someone stealing the blanket when it was in fact the movement caused by her own wings that threatened to pull the fabric away.
A few minutes later, she contended herself with rolling back on her belly and hugging her pillow with both arms, the angle at which her head was now in causing her to start snoring softly.
Scylla
Close to awakening
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Toram took a deep breath, silently running possible scenarios through his mind. Oh, he was still angry, but the embarrassed look on Jons face told him his speech had had its desired outcome. He considered sitting down, but chose to remain standing, instead looking at his surroundings before contnuing.
- "Perfect or not, no illusion can survive the amount of attention you called on yourself. There is a war, and never a shortage of Aes Sedai looking for new Warders. I can only guess you ended up making one of them curious enough to follow you under an illusion of their own. If that's the case, i pray Scylla wasn't the one that was seen, or there'd be no end to the trouble it'd cause... Speaking of..."
He walked over to Scylla as he reached for the One Power, placing a hand on her back. Scylla shuddered due to the Delving weave that was used on her, and a moment later Toram stood up again.
- "The patches we've made seem to be holding and i can detect no signs of the taint returning. So far, so good, but i'd like to keep tabs on her just in case. We've set up the weave that it will fade away over time, allowing the soul to repair itself at a manageable pace, but with no precedent there's the chance we misjudged the timing."
He nodded at Jon and Jainar before walking over to the middle of the tent again, the traveling portal appearing in midair again.
- "Don't worry about contacting me, i know where to find you. Most Aes Sedai have an affinity with the people they Heal, and in my case i can point them out from the other side of the Aryth Ocean if need be. It's a rare Talent, and not the strongest by far, but it still comes in useful every once in a while."
And with that, he stepped into the portal, the hole in the air closing behind him. At that time, the people guarding the tent came rushing in with weapons drawn, expecting trouble since they had been held with bonds of Air up until now.
Toram
Home again
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Meeting the Family (Shadowspawn Class)
in Legacy Saga Archive
OOC: Well, i think i've waited enough, so let's get this underway ^^
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Rebecca walked into the classroom. She, too, had been shielded, even though she honestly didn't know why they would have. As if she would wield the Power like it was her own personal playtoy, rather than to keep focusing on diversity! Either way, disagreeing would just as well have earned her a slap in the face, and in the end it didn't matter to her either way since she still had her daggers. Not that anyone would want to break the peace though.
She scanned the room and spotted Rendra. Now there was one just itching to break the peace if she could get away with it. Smirking, she sat down in the back of class as well, where she could be seen but remain out of reach, waiting for class to start. Time to see what all the fuss was about with Shadowspawn. Probably human grunts doing the footwork, as opposed to spying Darkfriends and Dreadlord generals.
Rebecca
Doesn't know the half of it
The teacher waited for the door to close softly, telling her that all students were present and accounted for. Nodding silently to herself, she tried to guess their reactions to what she would be showing them soon. They had assured her that everyone had been shielded and would continue to be so for the duration of the lesson.
- "Good afternoon, class."
In hindsight, her voice would have given it away to the Borderlanders among them, sounding like a snake rustling through dry leaves. There was an itch behind her shoulder blades, but she found it impossible to find what caused it in this massive place, too many channelers around. She turned around then, allowing the students to look into her face, crossing her arms as she waited for their reaction to her having no eyes. Not empty sockets, they just were not there in the first place.
- "My name is Calaun Ontrix Seyr... And i am a Myrddraal."
She looked at all of them in turn, allowing her fear-inducing gaze to pass over all of them, giving them a taste of what it was she could do as well as keep the class under control. Ironic, how humans could be similar to Trollocs in some ways... There were those in the Fortress that reasoned that her gaze was not actually a Myrddraal's ability, but rather dependant on the amount of unease her targets would feel at being looked at by an eyeless face. She didn't know about that, but as long as it worked who was she to question it? For now, she'd wait until the effect of showing her face settled down somewhat before continuing the lesson.
Calaun
...Teaching