The Official RP Thread

[CleverMog]

((Yet another post in this seemingly never-ending chapter of Clever's boredom.. Lol, I think I;m the only one that reads these things. lol ))


"That was excellent! You are a great fighter indeed! I felt you clambering for a hold on saidin, so i stopped you. I wanted to see wht you could truly do without the crutch of Channeling. I think I would like to arrange a few more battles before I give you over. I would like to play with you a while longer."

Speaking with a child's voice, in a child's body, the words that issued forth were frightening. Who was this boy? What was this boy? The Fade that was still thrashing about on the ground had called him, Nae'Blis. So his name wasn't Dorian. Peering at the child, Yurin noticed that his eyes spoke volumes of experiences that couldn't have possibly been accomplished by someone of his young age. As he was looking at his eyes, he saw an odd effect. Several black dots went voving across his eyes from one eye into the other. What was that? Were his own eyes playing tricks on him? How could this child have stopped him from holding the One Power? Not Shielded, he simply couldn't reach it.


"Who are you?"


He asked, frustrated and angry over the simplicity of his capture. Wag a treat under a dog's nose... This boy, however.. He was most definitely like no child that Yurin had ever known.

"My name is unimportant, though, if you must, you may call me by this body's name, Dorian. I feared that you weren't coming. I have Watchers in the city and those foolish Friends of the Dark that led you here, my 'parents' almost overplayed their roles. Luckily, I judged you correctly, quick to play the hero, the knight riding off to save the innocent. HA! Fool! Did you know that with a circle of thirteen Channeling through a Fade that I can turn a Channeler to the Dark? I bet you didn't, You will know of that soone enough, however. I have plans for you, boy.. Oh, I have plans. Take him!"

Two Myrdraals appeared at his sides out of the shadows, their strong hands gripping the thrashing Gaidin like he was a babe, unable to budge from their grasp, he was helpless. Realizing the futility, he cesed his struggles, it would only increase his heartrate and send the poison of the black blade that much faster through his system. At least he had that comfort. He hadn't given up hope yet, but should it come to it, he wouldn't be one of the Dark One's tools for long. The thought reached him sadly, he hated breaking his promise to Clarissa, but if it meant that or betraying her against his will, he'd rather perish and be remembered fondly as a bringer of the Light and a true Gaidin to the end.


"Don't harm him, pets. I have many uses for him. He is the Warder to the Amyrlin.. I will be able to use that bond. The Tower is mine! Shackle him with that other 'Aes Sedai' and her Warder. That way he can have some company."


A sick, cruel, hollow laugh issued from the child's mouth in a child's voice filled with a man's evil. It disgusted Mog. He wished that there was some way that he could close his ears to it, it was unnerving.

As he was chained into the cell with the same two corpses that he had met previously, he greeted them and said how nice it was that they'd be able to share such quality time together. The Eyeless removed his weapons and hung them from the wall, agonizingly close, not a span from his hand. He strained to reach saidin, but found it as accessible as when he had fought the Halfman earlier. Deciding that he had most definitely bitten off more than he could handle alone, he pushed a silent sending to his Aes Sedai. He needed her to know something of what was occurring. Wishing that he could send more than raw thoughts and that they had taken the time to test the limits of their dual bond, Mog cursed that he had treated Dreaming with such disdain, he had cut off the only two paths that could inform others of his predicament. The skill of Dreaming would be highly useful right about now.((hint,hint))  

[CleverMog]

((EDITED: I decided I'd make it easier for COTM to post if I threw a dream in there.. Bear with me, I couldn't think of anything so it's pretty silly... No, really. I'm a dork, people like me shouldn't be allowed to post on Gaia.))

((MUAHAHA! Enter the construction of the continued, convoluted, confusing conundrum of confusion that is Clever's mind! Tune in as we endure yet another extension of his ramblings... rolleyes ))

Hanging there in the small cell, his companions staring blankly at the open doorway, Yurin felt the pangs of failure for the first time in a long time. Here he was. In way over his head, in something he didn't have even the slightest inkling of a clue about. Why did they want him? Who was that boy, really? Why did he get an itch on his side when he couldn't reach it?! He let his head fall back against the wall behind him, a solid thud sounded in the room as it conneted, his eyes stared as expressionless as the Aes Sedai and her Gaidin as he tried to think of a way to salvage the wrecke he had made of what began as a very simple plan.

He felt a nagging sensation in his mind. Like there was something he should be doing, or rather.. no, there was something someone else wanted him to do! He could feel Clarissa, that ball of emotion, could feel a fervent desire from her, something he had come to realize was not something normally felt through the Aes Sedai bond, it was special for him having bonded her, as well. He couldn't quite place what she wanted of him. It was the first time he had been faced with trying to know what she wanted of him without speaking to her directly. She wanted to go to sleep? Why would she want something so fervently that he felt it through their bond, and it was for some rest? Here he was, dangling from an insane child's chains in the Dark One's own sanctuary, saidin had eluded him, and he could feel his muscles twitching and convulsing slightly as the Halfman's blade took it's toll.

Wait, that made no sense. He concentrated hardedr, focusing on her need.. him. She needed him? She needed him?!? No, that wasn't right either, he thought after jerking at his bonds ineffectively, shaking them and throwing himself about in a rather foolish fashion. His blood was moving swifter from his actions, he could feel the blackness sludging through his system. It made him tired.. That was it! She wanted him to sleep! She wanted to meet with him! He was so excited at the prospect, it became difficult for him to claim sleep, no wonder considering, usually, sleep had to claim him.

Mog decided it was time to go back to basics. Clearing his mind, Mog entered a meditative state that was the beginnings of learning to wield the One Power. Interestingly enough, it was also the way they taught bow shooting in Shienar, odd concept. He would have to ask when he saw the Lord Dragon next.. If there was a next. He slowly slid into unconsciousness from his lack of sleep, continual fighting, and the relaxation of his meditation. In the back of his mind, as he drifted off, he hoped that uncosciousness was the same as sleeping....He drifted off to a troubled, dream-filled sleep.

Trollocs, Fades, Darkhounds, and Draghkar were chasing him and he was in his smallclothes, couldn't Channel and only had a child's toy sword to defend himself with. Shouting obscenities, he tried to cover himself with one hand, hurl little pickles at his pursuers (which strangely deterred them long enough for him to dash away again and locate more pickles) Trying to free a hand, he tucked the toy blade into the waist of his smallclothes only tslice, neatly through the slim band. Cursing profusely, he was now trying to hold onto his dignity, along with a toy, while running and throwing pickles at Shadowspawn.. This was just not Yurin's day...

((YAY! Someone reads my inane thoughts! Don't be sad, I just enjoy writing long tedious messages that people read and are like WTF is this guy talkin about?! Thank you VERY much for the compliment, though. I love hearing critiques on my writing, it makes me a better writer. Compliments add to my confidence, constructive criticism helps me improve. It's a win-win situation! 4laugh ))