Jehaine
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http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,36329.0.html
Almost done, should just be needing a finisher post and a starter WS ^^;
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As Scylla looked around from where she was perched, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye. Some canvas had been pulled away to uncover a ditch, from which men were now emerging. Thunder drowned out what they were saying, but it was clear to her that they were moving out, heading out to meet the much larger Shadowspawn army. Were they mad? she thought, They couldn't possibly head out to meet a force that large!. Cupping her hands, she tried to shout at them, but thunder and rain drowned out her words.
She was about to fly out to them when she realised her rather uncomfortable position. These were people that fought the Shadow, soldiers gearing up to fight. There was a possibility she would be killed on sight before she'd even get a chance to get close. On the other hand, if she didn't move now they would all die. Hesitating, she got up, spreading her wings out before gliding towards the small clearing they all gathered in. Shouts were heard now, scouts were undoubtedly alerting the troops to seeing a large winged shape preparing to swoop down on them, but she'd just need to get to them before they'd get their bows up.
- "WAIT!! Don't shoot! There's too many Shadowspawn ahead, you can't win against those numbers!"
Of course, seeing a purple skinned human figure with large black leathery wings -- even if she didn't wear much to speak of -- would undoubtedly cause some degree of concern amongst the men stationed there, but she just hoped they would at least listen before shooting her, not to mention silently praying for her own survival. Not like the forests were safe, there were wolves out after all.
Scylla
Rolled the dice
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Melenis simply nodded, showing Veria how the sheath would go and wondering where Phinn came from all of a sudden in case she wouldn't know. After that, she'd wait for a moment to allow her student to get herself to adjust to the weight of a weapon at her side. Her own weapon was worn on her back so in her case it was easier, but there had been other Trainees she had trained with, and she built from their experieces rather than hers.
- "Good. Now, the first thing to do is to get you used to carrying a weapon again. The last thing you want to do is trip over your own sheath, so i'll be leading you through a series of movements that will get you used to that weight hanging at your side. First up, i want you to start sidestepping for a couple of minutes, as fast as you can."
She'd wait, looking at Veria as she'd start to move and become aware of the weapon's weight at her side. Before anything, she'd need to compensate for that, and only when she wouldn't immediately fall down would Melenis move on to the next phase of training.
Melenis
Let's see you move, girl
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http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,37569.0.html
Thread is up, feel free to start showing up now. For those that didn't sign up, here's your last chance to join as the class will include a tour.
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It was a nice day. The Blight looked well-fed for once, Draghkar were cheerfully screeching in the air, the sun seemed intent to smother everything in heat and the higher-ups in the Fortress had, in an attempt to counterbalance all this joyful happyness, seen it fit to hold a Shadowspawn class in the deepest, darkest catacombs the Fortress had to offer.
Upon arriving, the students would notice that outside of the room they would recieve the lesson in, there stood two black-cloaked Dreadlords, one male, one female, shielding all students before heading in. They gave no explanation, and would only have offered someone the back of a hand for asking, but most had learned that lesson already one way or another.
Inside the room, well lit with balls of light created by saidar and saidin, stood a tall woman in black clothes that matched the raven black color of her hair. Her skin appeared a bit pale, though it was hard to tell as her clothing covered most of it, and though she made no sign of turning around she acknowledged the other students as they walked in, studying some of the notes she had made for class. As far as she was aware, all preparations had been made, and all that was left was wait for her students to start showing up...
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Irian slowly woke up, yawning as he got his brain back in a conscious state. It was getting easier, waking up in the morning, but still wasn't any easier for the former bouncer. It´d help a great deal if he could actually fall asleep at night for once...
Taking a deep breath, he poured some water from a pitcher over his head, the coldness helping in waking him up. Then, after getting dressed he'd walk onto the Yards to see if he could get some training done. Spotting several groups of Trainees -- and some Warders -- training with weapons, he realised he had forgotten his, and was about to return when he spotted a small group to the side. Maybe they didn't need their weapons? Stifling a last yawn, he figured he'd walk over and ask, worst that could happen was that he'd have to go and get his weapon, which he'd have to do anyway to train with the other groups.
- "Mornin', Irian here. Can i join this class of *mumbles*?"
The last part was almost unintelligable due to another yawn, ending up with him stretching out. Things weren't so bad as a couple of weeks ago, when he'd actually oversleep on some classes or just come running in in the nick of time, but this was several years he was trying to get 'un-used' to, he couldn't very well get that out overnight. He just hoped the teacher wasn't in a bad mood or something...
Irian
Not much of an early bird
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OOC: Right, there's been a small misunderstanding thus far. After getting my wrist slapped by Elgee for making this four freeform RPs rather than just one post per thread. Sorry about that ^^;
I'll post the assignment after everyone posted once.
IC:
Nodding at Katiana, Jerinia felt relieved at just having to write down one name as being tardy. Still, she figured she'd need to speed things up a bit or she'd never be able to get to her own list of chores. She was still an Accepted after all, not like those Aes Sedai that had the Novices and Accepted do all the work! Softly clearing her throat, she stood up like she had done during her last class when she begun.
- "Right... There are five elements, called Fire, Earth, Air, Spirit and Water. Women are generally stronger in Air and Water, whereas men used to be stronger in Fire and Earth when they were still around before the Breaking. There are exceptions to the rule, of course -- I'm quite strong in Fire myself -- but in general that accounts for most of the Aes Sedai here."
She moved in front of her desk again, leaning on the dark wood as she looked at those present. Eye contact was important, she really wanted to involve all of them in her lessons. Spreading out her hand, she channeled saidar into the five threads, five colors each symbolising one of the elements.
- "Now, we call what we do 'Weaving', because it's just that. Each weave is a combination of one or more of these elements, arranged in a certain pattern to have it do what you want it to do. During our last lesson, some of you may have seen the weave i used to pick up Katianna, though it's no shame if you haven't."
Shooting the girl an apologetic smile for bringing it up again, she turned her palm upward to have the five threads point up again. She then looked to her students, stating what she wanted them to do.
- "Todays lesson is about recognising the elements. Each of these five threads i'm currently holding represents one element, and i want each of you to walk up to me and say which thread represents which element. You'll have to hold saidar like i told you to practise, and try to pull away the threads one at a time. Don't worry though, i'll help you along if you're having trouble."
Smiling, she waited for the first person to approach. If they'd be having trouble she'd help them along with some advice on how to keep the elements apart though she wouldn't outright give them the answers. They'd still need to learn, after all.
Great Teacher Jerinia
Realises that probably her classes have been taking too long
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Irian chewed his lip as he tried to copy the movements for his own use. He got into Hillside Lion or whatever it was called, and moved his war hammer in a horizontal arc. Due to his time as a woodcutter's apprentice he had had some experience with horizontal swings, and all he needed to do was throw what he had learned into the wind by moving his weapon up during the swing itself. His height meant it would have passed over the head of whomever he'd be trying to hit, but the form itself did not discriminate by how tall a man was.
Next was another easy looking move, called something about fan tapping. Oh well, vertical strike. Though the move came easily, the weapon was meant to be swung around and so far he had encountered little to no problems. Though the weight of the head did make it rather hard to actually stop in time. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone standing in front of him, though the rock he had hit didn't look too particularly good either.
The first time he used The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback though, the weapon almost flew from his hands. Feeling Kynwric's eyes on him, he winced and picked up the weapon before trying again. Stabs were heading straight, too much downward or to the side, the heavy hammer was giving him some trouble with his accuracy. While it was true that there wasn't anything subtle about a war hammer, he figured knowing how to aim was important in any case, but still decided to switch back to the first two forms for a while. Better to learn what was easy before moving on to the other stuff.
Irian
Accuracy? What's that?
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The hair on Saira's neck stood on end at hearing explosions in the distance. Training exercise or not, Rurak sure was pulling out the stops to make this as real as it could be. Still, she became increasingly worried after hearing the sound come from one direction rather than several, and it took one of the archers behind her bumping into her to snap her out of the trance in which she had gazed at the lightnings stabbing down, her mind racing to fathom what was going on there -- and how she was supposed to survive being in it.
"All right Banders! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill."
Oh Light, it was real. Burn me, but it was real. She could almost feel the blood flow through her body, which wasn't very surprising at the rate her heart was trying to beat out of her chest. At least it was beating though, and she intended to keep it that way. While ordered to remain on the flank however, she ran back to Rurak, eyes set on the ground before her as she tried very hard to ignore the explosions, or the flashes of light, and especially the horse next to Rurak. If that Asha'man reached the Citadel, there wouldn't be a Band to liberate the Borderlands with!
- "Sir? I'd like to volunteer to move ahead and shoot a couple of arrows to lead him after me into the forest. I-i can remain unseen, just shoot at their approximate location, and the Band has a chance to take him down by circling out behind him."
She was so nervous she was almost crying when she told Rurak of her plan. Her mind was screaming furiously at her at what in the Dark One's name she was thinking -- which was ironic if she'd have the time to think about it -- but if their group would be spotted it'd only spell disaster for everyone. She knew the Asha'men would have to be led away, but be it stress or something else, she honestly couldn't think of forcing another to put themselves at such a risk. Thus, she needed to volunteer herself. She needed to be strong.
Saira
Hopefully not going insane as well
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When Dhjorn moved, Calaun was more than ready, effortlessly slipping into the combat stance she had been keeping at the ready in case the other Myrddraal had had the intention of removing some competition. The lack of surprise was what, in hindsight, allowed her to block the blow in time, but before she was able to connect a punch Dhjorn was already gone, the rustling of the nearby bushes maing no effort to hide where he had disappeared off to.
Grimacing, she resisted the urge to shake her head. As much as she saw the use of this training, the last time she had ended up too close to the local flora she had ended up chopping down the tree that tried to eat her, and was eyeing the brush with more than a little waryness. Instead, she remained at the clearing, listening for a small rustle of leaves, the soft snap of a twig, anything that would give away a hidden threat in a forested area.
When she noticed a black formless shape shoot upwards out of the foilage, and later on fall down on the ground with a loud thud again, she knew her suspicions were true. She found herself resisting the urge to grin, and had she had eyes they would have been twinkling with amusement. Whatever comment she wanted to make however was lost as she felt a soft rumble in the ground which soon marked the start of her running match with Dhjorn. Ahf'frait were known to know no fear, but that didn't make them the war-crazed berserkers they were rumored to be. Oh, they loved to attack, but only as long as it was against an opponent they at least stood a chance against. Slowing down slightly, she moved the greataxe from her hip to slanted across her back to keep the weapon from unbalancing her run, after which she picked up to full speed again, silently trying to get an indication of how much distance separated the Worms and the two of them from the sound of things dying behind her.
Calaun Ontrix Seyr
Running to camp. Not running away.
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Jerinia was a bit sad that she had not been able to track down any signs of her father, but spending the day -- and most of the night -- going through old logbooks was still barely enough to scratch the surface, and there were several gates in the city. Though she was feeling a bit disheartened, she tried to keep her spirits up towards the others. They had helped too, and she didn't want them to feel bad after doing their best yesterday.
She couldn't help but be a bit quiet though, thinking back on the lists and the next chance she'd be getting at looking through them. Probably not until she'd become a full Aes Sedai, trips outside of Tar Valon was rare enough for Accepted as it was, let alone one heading to the Borderlands specifically. She still kept her hopes up though, Fal Dara had only been one of the many cities and villages near the Malkieri border, and it still didn't mean her father was dea-- not alive. With a sigh, she mounted her horse, and silently waited for the others to leave.
Jerinia
Uncharacteristically quiet
Melenis had her hands full on leading the Tower Guards. She had trained Trainees a couple of times, but still nowhere near this number, and keeping an eye on them took so much of her attention it was a small miracle she could even afford to spare enough to notice Kynwric and the others in case they'd give the orders to move out. She wasn't quite used to being in command yet, and her only average skill at riding a horse wasn't helping much either.
The sound of metal on metal caused her to whip her head around, giving an annoyed hiss as she noticed Perivar. It wasn't aimed at the Warder though, but at her own nervousness. Softly biting her tongue to help her stay quiet, she decided to wrap herself in the Void to keep from accidentally making people upset with her. Closing her eyes, she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down, or rather to push her emotions outside of the Void again. Organisation is order. Order is success. She would succeed.
Melenis
New at leading an army
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Urban Sniping
in Legacy Saga Archive
The way i saw the Citadel was more like a village than an actual citadel, actually. One with a moat, a palisade and several other fortifications in the works, but at it's core still a village.
Considering there's buildings for barracks, guildsmen, a headquarters, a mess hall, an armory, a jail etc., it would pretty much look like one, only inhabited by soldiers ^^;