Jehaine
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Sharina had said nothing, listening intently to Ezekiel as he explained what the Children stood for. There were a couple of things that didn't quite fit her point of view, of course, but she figured it was normal for the Children to have some difference of opinion about one rule or another. It was only natural.
Still, there was one thing she had been wondering about. During the time she had spent helping her parents out back in Sienda, there had been some trouble with the Children on occasion, with them claiming the herbs they used to heal people to be witchcraft, and the work of the Dark One. It was complete rubbish, of course, but she'd feel a lot better if that were to be dismissed in class. Raising her arm, she waited for Ezekiel to give her permission to speak.
- "Sir? Both my parents are herbalists, and every once in a while there'd be Children claiming what we did was witchcraft. But we have classes in herbs here as well, and from firsthand experience i know it's the same as what i've been doing back in Sienda. So... which is it?"
She had her hands folded on her lap, though the pen was within easy reach. She wanted to get started on the assignment right away, though she needed to get the question burning in her mind out of the way first before she could focus her full attention on the blank sheet of parchment in front of her. Asking a question and then not bothering to listen to the answer would be rude after all.
Sharina
Awaiting an answer
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Having long legs was an advantage in keeping up with Jesse, but the small amount of time it took him to occur people needed to run caused another Trainee to make it to the Warder first. As the boy fell back again, he sped up his pace until he was next to the dark haired Shienarian, barely even noticing that he was over half a foot taller than him. It was something that barely made him look up anymore (no pun intended) over the years.
- "My name's Irian, Irian Nerendahl. I'm from Tarabon originally, going through a few odd jobs before ending up in Almoth as a bouncer to the local Inn. There weren't that many fights that i recall, but off-duty Taraboner soldiers and on duty Whitecloaks are a bad mix. Just me sitting in the same room prevented more than a few fights, though i still needed to toss someone out every once in a while. Got here as a guard to a noblewoman, she's in the White Tower now. Needed something to do, so i ended up joining here."
With a nod, he let himself fall back for the next person to step up. Though large steps allowed him to keep up at first, now that he was getting a bit tired his weight wasn't helping much, and it wasn't long until he was thundering over the field with all the grace and subtility of a rampaging bull. A Trainee next to him fell to the ground, and he stopped only a few steps later himself, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath again. Hearing what Jesse told him, he decided to take that advice as well, starting to walk despite his leg muscles protesting that they wanted him to sit down for a bit.
Irian
Yarr
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Nodding, Irian stood up as Thera rose from her seat as well, silently thankful that the ceiling was a bit higher than that of the average building. Then again, he had heard that there was an Ogier grove on the grounds somewhere and figured the Aes Sedai must have taken that into account back when they designed the blueprints for the Tower. Oh well, nothing he would complain about anyway.
Following the Mistress of Trainees out of her office for a tour of the Yards, he couldn't help but wonder if Aeryn was getting a similar treatment in the White Tower. That Larindhra person sounded like someone that could get under her skin, and he sent a silent prayer to her to mind her tongue during his absence. Oh, right, that reminds me.
- "Oh, before i forget, are Trainees allowed into the Tower? Or Warders, for that matter?"
While it was true he didn't know a thing about how the Bond worked, he had heard (more like: gotten drilled into him) what House Shainrahien knew about Aes Sedai and their Warders before being sent out as Aeryn's guard, but the simple fact was that he still couldn't quite understand how it worked. Aes Sedai were all-powerful, and they picked a guard for life, that's what he believed it to more or less boil down to anyway.
Irian
...What are the rules here, anyway?
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Saira was crouched behind a tree for cover, making herself as small as possible to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Though whether she would be lucky or unlucky that this didn't allow her to spot the wall of fire heading for her is debatable, but the fact remained she was expecting a fireball or one of those exploding rock thingies to come flying past her. Now, if only her plan wuld end up work--
"Saira get down!"
Surprised, she looked in the direction the sound was coming from, spotting Rurak as he came running towards her. Though she was racking her mind to come up with an explanation, all she could really think of was wonder what he was doing. Her distraction worked, save for a strange roaring sound it sounded a lot quieter in the clearing now. Why was he giving her position away? What was going on? What--?
She just looked at Rurak as he slammed into her, tackling her to the ground. As they rolled over the ground, making quite a bit of noise, she wondered whether he had gone mad, or she, or the both of them. She was about to ask a single question, Why?, but as her mouth started forming the word it was drowned out by the roar of fire that washed over them. The smell of burning and charred wood and the fire singeing her hair was enough to snap her out of it, and when the ringing in her ears died down again she could clearly hear Rurak crying out in pain next to her.
- "No. No, it wasn't supposed to go like this! You should have taken the shot, why didn't you just take the shot?"
Her words were soft, as if thinking out loud, though her manner and voice did little to hide the panic she was feeling as she tried to help Rurak. Every time she started however, she hesitated and stopped as she doubted what she was about to do would do him any good. She knew nothing of medicine, it was hard enough to just think! Shaylor would find her like this, desperately wanting to help but wondering what to do that wouldn't be making things any worse.
Saira
Umm... Is that skin coming loose? o.O
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Hmm... Actually, Mat's view could explain how Deathgates work. They'd break down a person to Spirit aand 'rebuild' them at the other end. Given that Shadowspawn have no spirit (the True Power takes care of that, making them constructs effectively) there'd be nothing to break them down into and they'd die.
Just giving my two cents again... ^^;
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After hearing her be called a cabin girl, Mara burst out laughing. It took a while to get herself back in control, and when she was done she had to wipe a tear from her eye while catching her breath before she could offer Mehrin an explanation.
- "Heh, jus' recalled somethin' 'bout traders Timeon used ta say. Won't say wha' it is, but les' jus' say yer not the only one makin' tha mistake."
Taking another deep breath, she tapped her chest with her index finger, still sporting a wide grin on her face. It would be amusing to see Mehrin's reaction, it had managed to get her a couple of good trades moving in when they were trying to adjust their tactics. She just hadn't expected it to work on him as well.
- "As fer the cap'n, thas me. Majority vote o' the crew, o' course. As fer how... Well, ah've a sixth sense fer dodgin' trouble, and they respect that. They's better blades than i am tho, but it so happens ah've been lookin' fer someone ta keep their heads from swellin'. Kick their arse from 'ere to Tear and ye've got yerself a ship."
She finished the last part of her sentence with a wink in Mehrin's direction. Of course, Mehrin would be on board to train her crew and give them something to work towards rather than pummel them indefinately, and of course she'd try to catch one or two lessons of her own if she could fit it into her schedule -- captains needed to be everywhere at once, after all, especially when her crew didn't suspect it -- but it should be fun to watch them struggle to keep up with this guy. Kept them nice and sharp, after all.
Mara
Her crew's been slacking off of late
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Arienna was still in deep conversation with Erik when the two of them approached the stedding. The mild distrust she was feeling ever since their first meeting had started to grow to distrust (on her behalf, anyway) and them seemingly being able to read her emotions didn't help either. Quite the opposite actually, as she only ended up thickening the walls in turn.
Noble upbringing was wrestling her temper, and so far it hadn't turned out in a shouting match. Just as she was about to raise her voice, she suddenly froze in midstride, feeling as if someone stuffed a handful of ice down her shirt. The feeling was gone almost as soon as she became aware of it however, causing her to glare at Rhys. Play Aes Sedai tricks on her, would she?
Still, she bit her tongue, knowing all too well that there had been more than one occasion where they -- well, she mostly -- had ended up chasing off all the animals for miles around. So, in that sense she guessed she more or less kind of deserved that. Though backed down, she would not acknowledge that Rhya stopped her, or the woman might end up using her trick more often. And that was something she would not be looking forward to.
Arienna
Aes Sedai tricks?
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Well, the good thing was that she was still alive and whole. The bad thing was she still had several arrows and assorted weaponry aimed at her, and some of the soldiers holding the weapons looked more than a little nervous. She just hoped they weren't on edge to the point of breaking though, anxiety could do strange things to disciplined ranks.
"Who, or what are you? And what is your buisness here?"
- "My name is Scylla Naradiel, a gleewoman from the city of Tzora. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Scylla gave the man a bow, which she realised was more from professional habit than actual greeting. Shaking out of it, she continued with what she wanted to say, only to be stopped by a fit of coughing. Her voice, though a bit hoarse, had a melodic quality to it that implied she had a good voice, fitting into the picture of a gleewoman the tattered rags she was wearing only hinted at. She pulled up her pants a bit further -- having a tail was still giving her some trouble -- before continuing.
- "I was on the way to a city to perform for the troops stationed there when the village i had stopped in for the night was attacked, and i was taken captive along with the other survivors. Sir, it would truly sink your heart to hear what the Shadow does to them, and only by sheer luck did i manage to escape."
Another fit of coughing followed, and she almost took a step closer to Jon before remembering the weapons pointed at her. Wiping some of the rain out of her eyes again, she cleared her throat again before continuing. There had been a couple of days between her escape and this night, and the rain had seemingly never ended.
- "...Before i continue however, do you have a fire? And some spare rations?"
The look in her eyes would tell Jon there was more, but she didn't want to upset his troops too much. Her appearance in the middle of camp combined with hearing what was being done to the prisoners, as well as hearing the size of the army they would be marching for could lead to a sharp drop in morale, effectively losing the battle before it had begun. She was no stranger to it herself, her own uncle had been a general for the Light until he had fallen in battle. Fact remained she was cold, hungry and exhausted, and taking the gamble to show up at a camp of the Army of Light had really been a last resort for her.
Scylla
Seeing what she rolled
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Saira didn't know whether to be sad or happy that Rurak had turned her offer down, but decided to just follow orders and stay with the officer anyway. Her bow at the ready, she flopped down on the ground, still trying to awkwardly keep an arrow half-nocked to save the time it would have taken to draw it from her quiver should she need to get a fast shot in. The nervousness she was feeling wasn't subsiding however, getting worse the more the signs of the One Power became present. Burned patches of ground, the air static with lightning... How was she, or anyone else for that matter, going to be a match for this?
On her left, a tree catching fire. On her right, a soldier falling by some unseen force, though still alive. From the placement of the attacks, she figured they were in a direct line of sight, and she pressed herself as flat to the ground as she could while trying to triangulate the Asha'man's position by looking at the angle at which the balls of fire and pieces of rock flew over the battlefield. She looked to her side, at Rurak, knowing he couldn't take a shot from where he was. And she did something she was going to kick herself in the backside for for weeks to come.
- "...Sorry, sir."
Rolling away from Rurak before he could grab her, she kept on roling until she ended up behind a tree. Knowing the Asha'man's current position helped a great deal in keeping out of sight, though it was still far from easy despite the treeline, even while remaining low. Thank the Creator for hooded cloaks. Eventually, she got to a position that was angled enough for her to allow herself to peek, and saw Tai not looking at her, instead focusing on another target near where Rurak was. Taking a deep breath, she picked up a rock from the ground, tucking it behind her belt as she re-nocked her arrow.
Calm... Relaxed... There is only the Void... She repeated it in her head like a mantra, drawing her arrow and releasing in what seemed like one fluid motion. She wasn't attacking a man. This was target practice. Just target practise, that's all. As soon as the bow left her arrow, she ducked behind the tree again, grabbing the rock to toss it into a bush away from where she was hiding. Let the madman believe she had ducked away to there, rather than follow her arrow back to the trees. She slid down to the base of the tree herself, keeping out of sight without looking to see if her arrow hit its mark. Even should it have missed, she would have forced his attention away from Rurak, and she hoped the man would be able to take advantage of it or she'd have more than weeds in her shirt to worry about...
Saira
At least there are no horses here..
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MSN is a bit of a problem, Tal. I might be able to get on later today. Jeh, if you could start the thread that'd be great. I started the two between our novices and fades. :P
Speaking of which I've got a couple of novice posts to do. :-[
As for you Tal, its been a while since I've taught anything Saidin related, but I'll try to talk to you on MSN about it.
And stones with the storm leader sounds like fun... Might even help get their minds off of Shienar a bit.
GAH! Sorry, i forgot all about making the thread >_<
I'll have it up tomorrow, just went through the rules of Go again and i think i know what i'm doing now rather than just randomly place stones and get my ass kicked.
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http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,37639.0.html
Thread is up. I rated it M just in case since its mostly Hunter during the first part, and i wanted to make sure i didn't end up getting too graphical for PG-13 standards.
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It had been a good day for Toram Rashevar. An investment he had made had finally started paying off, and during the celebration party that evening in the Dancing Flagon he had found the dice were bringing him luck as well. His pouch was jungling with a combination of earnings and winnings, and he had even been fortunate enough to find a merchant willing to swap his silver marks for good Andoran gold, allowing him to keep his purse thin enough to be safely tucked out of view.
It had been a good day as the dice rolled well for him once again, earning him enough money to pay for the round of drinks he had just ordered, leaning back in his chair, exhausted from the excitement of the day's events. He was rich now, could buy that house he had his eyes set on after selling his own. Marisa would like having more space, and he felt the kids would as well, they seemed to grow taller every day now. He felt the wine getting to more places in his body than just his head and stood up to leave for a minute. Some fresh air would do him good too.
It had been a good day, but it is the will of the Wheel that all things must one day come to an end. As Toram relieved himself in a more secluded alley next to the Inn, he never saw nor expected the figure standing on the rooftops behind him, believing himself safe within Fal Sion's walls like so many others. He never heard nor expected the whistle of cloth through air as the figure jumped down from the roof. And he never felt nor expected the dagger that was driven far into his neck from the impact of the stranger's landing almost on top of him.
Those outside would hear a thud from the alley, as if someone had just tripped over some loose boards, or a box of junk. Most would think nothing of it, though there would be some that for an instant would believe a person was being robbed before sinking back into the false sense of security Fal Sion's walls gave them. And there were those with heightened senses, whose ears would recognise the snapping of a neck hidden by the stumble. Those few would see a woman in a poorly fitting suit of leather armor holding the limp body of a man close to her. Those with sharp eyesight would also notice the woman wrenching and slicing the man's neck as if to open the wound further, despite it being clear from the wound that the man was already dead.
And, to their horror, those watching the gruesome spectacle would see the woman put her mouth over said wound after pulling her dagger out, blade glistering darkly with blood in the torchlight during the brief second it was visible until deft hands hid it in its concealed sheath at her side again.
Daciana Mordecai
The hunt begins!
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Class II: A Thread of Fate
in Legacy Saga Archive
Jerinia gave a relieved sigh that the lesson had passed without incidents. Far from it, in fact, even the girl that had been terrified of channeling during her first lesson had seemed far from shy when she had been the first to step up. Maybe it was because she gave her the time to get to know the One Power at her own pace? Katiana was still being the noblewoman, though her mask had started to show some cracks as well. True, Kembial was still missing, but she assumed the girl had been assigned to another class or something. Overall they had all improved a great deal since their first lesson, and she couldn't help but feel slightly proud of them, something she felt was showing in the grin she sent their way.
- "Well, that's about it for this week. Now, what i want you to do is basically something Katiana did today. Since these threads are what make up the weaves that we make, i want you to practise with them. You can form two, or three, or all five if you want, and just have them interweave. Wrap one over the other, or just make them dance in front of you. Keep in mind however that at your level of skill it'll be impossible to accidentally make a weave that'll do more than topple a chair or spill water from a mug. Not when you keep your mind on what you're doing, anyway."
She blushed softly, remembering the documents she had set on fire -- accidentally, mind you! -- during her first series of channeling classes. Larindhra wasn't as amused, and she had a strong arm... Coughing softly to get a grip on herself again, she turned back to her students.
- "The main point is that you will start learning to control your ability, to only have it do what you want it to do. There are only a few weaves that use all five elements, so don't worry about it if you can only keep track of two or three threads at once. At this point, it's more important to know what you're doing than to be able to do more than you can handle at once."
Great Teacher Jerinia
Is moving on to the next step
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OOC: Class 2 is now over, though Jerinia will still answer questions if you have them. I'm making Class 3 in a few minutes ^^