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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:07 pm
Welcome to the hardest years of your lives.
Learning to control the One Power is very difficult. If you are not careful it will draw you away from yourself and turn you insane or worse.
Soldiers are required to post 100 times, no shortcuts or cheating. I am also requiring that you find at least one more who wishes to train as an Asha'man, and invite them to this guild. PM the M'hael (fantasmalogical) when you have finished or if you have any questions.
2nd in Command Asha'man
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 10:21 pm
Falkonin sat in his small room with a small ball of fire floating a few feet away from his face at eye level. Slowly he split it into two fireballs, and then three. However when he tried to split the fourth one off, his first one burnt out, leaving only three floating fireballs. After trying one more time and getting the same result he gave up, disgusted with this failure that had been going on for over a week now.
Truthfully, it wasn't much of a surprise considering his skills with fire were the lowest among the elements. Unlike most men he was most strongly gifted in wind and water, both of which seemed to have proven useful before he knew he was controlling the one power.
His thoughts drifted back to the desert and the inside room seemed to gain a soft breeze from nowhere. Falkonin missed his clan, and had wished that he would have been able to tell them where he had gone and why. However, coming here was the only path to salvation, and he thought it the much better answer considering the other was feeding yourself to the trollocs in the blight.
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Fantasmalogical Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:09 pm
Azrael sat in his chair beside the flames and read aloud to himself from "prophesies of the dragon" how magnificent such things had been in the days of old.. and the riddles which were entwined in their language. It was as if those from the last centuries had been from another race. He smilied and read deeper into the book. This had been his 89th time reading it, yet he couldnt help but feel the awe and power of the dragon seeping through time. And who knew, the wheel of time weaves as it wills and surely he will be reborn once again. To fight and win
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:47 pm
Setting the power off to the side, Falkonin grabbed his yew longbow and quiver of arrows and began to work his way through the towers halls down to the grounds. Once he reached the grounds his face brightened to see that it was a beautiful day, and he slowly made his way over towards the archery range to blow off some steam.
Once reaching the range he knocked an arrow in the quiver and sent it flying to land a few inches from the bullseye. The second arrow landed on the opposite side of the bullseye, but the third managed to catch the red paint on the target for a bullseye. The results continued to look the same, with a few more bullseyes and a few missing by a couple more inches, though his accuracy was well above average from being a bowman in the deserts across the Spine of the World.
The world faded from around him, and that target became the only thing he knew to be in existance. The beat of the arrows was constant. Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud... The aim of the arrows was growing more accurate with each round, until soon the arrows were nearly hitting each other.
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Fantasmalogical Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:57 am
Azrael stood to stretch his legs and layed the book down upon his desk. He then went to the window and look down and saw the thousands of small flecks floating around the ground, all those dedicated at work. He tapped into the source and suddenly his vision zoomed and he scanned the land. Even the aiel were at work. Some running errands, others sparring, even one was at the arrow range with what seemed to be perfect precision. It was such a shame that when it came to it an arrow couldnt do much unless the aiel mastered the source. Even a farmer, especialy one of those from the two rivers, could send the arrow flying with a hit from their hand... He sighed and continued about his daily routine
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 9:56 pm
Falkonin rested the bow at his side as he went to retrieve the arrows he was shooting. It was then that he got a bright idea to make today's archery bout a bit more interesting. He scrambled off in search of a bucket, which he found just inside of the stables. He embraced the source, fighting the violent winds and tidal waves that seemed to envelope him every time.
In what seemed like forever, but was truly less than a mere second, he was holding the power, and though it called to him, he didn't need much of it for the task at hand. The water which he poured came more naturally to him than the wretched fire he had been trying to juggle in his room had. The bucket soon filled itself with water and Falkonin lifted it off on a small flow of air.
When he reached the archery range yet again he was glad to find that it was empty. Walking about halfway down the range he carefully placed an arrow into the ground so it was sticking straight up. With the power still wrapped around him he quickly made a small fire ball appear upon the back of the arrow, though it never burned even the feathers on the projectile. After tying off the fireball he made a weave of air that blew a small jumping flame that would bounce out of the ball of fire in random places and tied it into the fireball magic.
Jogging back to the end of the range he nocked an arrow and looked down the shaft, using the power to increase his senses. After following the flame and seeing a rough pattern he let one arrow fly and then nocked another one and released it as the first one struck its target. The first arrow had managed to catch fire, but the second one had missed. Falkonin just loaded another arrow.
((Yes, I do know he didn't need to grab a bucket of water, but it was meant to be done on purpose. As a soldier, especially an Aiel at that, it would seem more natural to have a bucket of water readily available than to think about using the power in an emergency.))
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Fantasmalogical Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:09 pm
Azrael put his work away and lay back on his bed which was positioned against the wall and started to continue his reading from the prophesys until it was too dark to read. He was about to shut the book and sleep when he smilied and decided to search around the camp while his men were socialising, all it took was a simple weave and now he was simply an ashaman who was rarely seen. His attatude had been copied from that of 'lan', one of the most powerful warriors the world had ever seen. He swept his way through the camp, stopping here and there to join in a toast or a song, or even a meal with a few of the men. The kitchens were practicably empty except for some of the accepted who had fallen asleep while cleaning. Again he smiled and wiped a tear from his eye, his men were so proud and kind. Yet deadly.. if it ever came to it any enemy would lose, even if they were to go against aes sedai. Yet that wouldnt be nessessary agian, after 50 years of peace and cross-bonding. It seemed that the towers would reign a mighty and powerful peace across the world. Only needing to be summoned if trouble returned.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:28 pm
Falkonin held the power yet as he blew a wind down the archery range extinguishing all of the fires. Using another air weave he grabbed each of the arrows and pulled them back, grabbing them in his hand. Placing the arrows in his quiver he quickly evaporated the water in the bucket and picked it up with an air weave which he raced to the end of its leash. He walked down the trail and set it back inside of the stables. After dropping the bucket he released the power and made his way towards the Black Tower.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:21 pm
Raale rode into the camp. It was his first time here, and was eager to test his skills after a good meal. He rode by a man who looked like an Aiel. He dismounted next to him, and saluted him. "Hello, I am Raale of Arafel. I have just arrived, and seek a meal. Might you be able to provide a recomendation, and perhaps directions, to a good place for an empty stomach?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:50 pm
"I see you Arafellin. May you find shade this day." Falkonin spoke some customary words from his Aiel past. Embracing the power again he searched for the source in the man and after a short second he found that the man was indeed one of those who could be taught to channel.
"Have you already received a formal invite from the M'hael or an Asha'man? No outsider may enter the tower without permission. I shall not be forced to do meaningless errands for bringing an outsider into the tower."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:10 pm
"Indeed I was," Raale replied, "I was seen in battle using the power against Shadowspawn." He does not introduce himself..."Thus was I invited."
[Raale, as noted in his introduction, already had experience with Saidin.]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 8:41 pm
((He may have used the power, but Falkonin's powers still aren't fully acurate so he just noticed the limited power that Raale has... also Raale already introduced himself... & seeing as how Falkonin would need more than just his word to prove he had been invited so I am going to pretend Raale handed him a letter from one of the Asha'man so we can continue the story without needing to change these things.))
Falkonin looked over the note that the Arafellin had handed him and noted that it was the proper hand of the Asha'man who had signed it and sealed it with the black towers signature. "Raale of Arafelle, I am Falkonin, formerly of the Nine Rivers Sept of the Taardaad Aiel. It says in the note to see you to your room, but you mentioned food and I was on my way to the Mess Hall. Follow me."
Falkonin turned on his heel and quickly and quietly began his walk towards the Mess Hall.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 9:09 pm
Raale bowed, "Can one really blame me for being hungry after such a long trip. It is an honor to meet you, Falkonin, formerly of Nine Rivers Sept. I believe the saying goes, 'My shade is yours.'"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:31 pm
Two cloaked Aes Sedai approached the entrance to the tower and pulled their hoods down at the gate. Branwen Sedai had sent them with a dire message and had instructed them to be polite and courteous to all the men here. They waited impatiently at the entrance to see if someone would allow them in to speak to the leader.
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vagrant branwen Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:00 pm
As Falkonin was about ready to lead Raale towards the dining hall he noticed something at the gates that made him stop still. Two cloaked figures had dropped their hoods to reveal the ageless face that could only belong to an Aes Sedai. Seeing as how the rest of the grounds were fairly empty at the moment, he chose to approach the two sisters.
Bowing respectfully to each Aes Sedai he looked up before speaking, "Hello sisters and welcome to the Black Tower. My name is Falkonin, soldier of the black tower. How may I be of service?
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