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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 11:40 pm
Rintala had managed to stumble and lose herself in the Tower more often than not in the short amount of time that she'd been in the Tower. Almost everyone seemed in a hurry, and no one stood for more than three seconds for her to ask where to go! All she wanted was to find someone to tell her how she could get what she wanted! That was it!!
Tired, hungry, and cranky, Rintala walked over towards a nearby window and leaned against the cil. Such a lovely day. Rintala's head jerked to the right as a serving woman, or atleast that's what she thought she was, scurried past. Maybe she was paranoid. "Naw!" She laughed to herself, scratching the back of her head with her left hand. Sighing she leaned back against the window cil and looked outside. "Wait...!" There! That was the training yard, or atleast that's what it had to be, that man down there was practicing! Filled with a new sence of vigor and excitement she bolted down the hallway, only to turn the corner and remember...she had absolutely no idea where she was going! "Awww flaming goat's head!" She shouted, at the top of her lungs.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:17 am
Mirren *tears where flowing over her cheeks as she started to weave the threads of Earth* Swearing not to kill with the power, mothers milk in a cup! *she mutters to herself. In the distance Dragonmount starts to rumble* Alina points almost exacty at the location of Mirren, "its comming from over there!" the Hackles on the back of her neck raised as she stared at the spot. she embraced the source, "Jade, Dupre you should do the same as me and maybe we should link." two girls and a man are stornger then even this... i hope..Oh Light i hope this works...
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 5:58 pm
*As Raz looks out over the city from the inner walls of the Tower, he twirls the white ter'angreal (so the Aes Sedai call it). He watches as people walk around on the grounds, he also watches the warders in training. He had long given up trying to be like them instead he decided to be better. As he grows tired of watching the Aes Sedai and the Warders. He jumps down onto a tree branch, then to a lower, then another, and finally onto the ground. The drop would have killed him but he decided to play it smart. He walks on through the grounds, towards the entrance to the Tower. He decided that he would find another task for himself to do. He went into the kitchens of the tower and began to help with the cooking...not a pleasant task but he did it nonetheless. He went from cleaning to serving the novices and even, as some odd treat, some sisters in thier rooms.*
"This is just what I wanted to do here...serve, literally serve these Aes Sedai...how did I end up here? This is no place for me...Ishould be a warder protecting Aes Sedai."
*Raznon carries a tray filled with plenty of food, he goes down a hallway towards another door. He then stares at the door, sighs, then knocks and waits for the answer from the Aes Sedai.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 6:28 pm
Clarissa smiled her fake smile as she told him that that which he had so desperately tried to keep from her was revealed. He didn't need the bond to see the falsehood in the grimace she offered as a smile, but he accepted it all the same. She was trying to offer confidence. If he didn't find some way out of here, others were going to die on his behalf. These Shadowspawn were expecting a rescue party. Any foolish enough to enter these cursed walls was doomed before they stepped into the Blasted Lands.
Yurin opened his mouth to say as much when suddenly, the vision of the Amyrlin's Study and Clarissa, herself, were washed in green ichor. Yurin retched to one side. Another wash of filth covered him, the thick, viscous fluid cutting off his air, briefly. Coughing, sputtering, and continuing to retch and dry heave at the foulness, Mog felt it slide down his back as it was gushed over him a third time, it crept, leechlike, into the open, festering wound on his shoulder blade. His head flung back, his mouth open in quiet anguish. He would not cry out for their amusement.
"Here, Chosen dung, I was told to feed you."
The words were all but unintelligible as they were issued forth from the hideously deformed snout of a creature that Yurin respected and hated to see painted across the visage of one of the Dark One's own. Wolf-nose would die. Chained to a wall, fighting the nearly unstoppable urge to sick up, covered in sludge, the remains of the Creator knew what, Yurin made the silent vow to himself. This Trolloc would not defile the noble creatures as a living caricature to what he had seen them throw themselves at death to destroy.
Laughing in harsh, gutteral barks, Wolf-nose parted with a final jab,
"Enjoy, scum. The Nae'Blis has far worse planned for you."
The beast then left Mog to finish his retching, to partake of the last 'meal' he was to enjoy. The agony of the wound in his back, aggravated by the rotten, foul matter that had been thrown into it, was a lance of fire arcing through his muscles, any normal man would've blacked out from shock as their own body betrayed them. As it was, even with the Warder bond numbing the pain, the world faded in and out as he took hold of consciousness with a death's grip, blocking the bond to keep from having any more sent to his Aes Sedai. He hoped that there was little enough that sifted through to the Amyrlin.
Taking refuge in the Oneness, Yurin fed his pain, his fears, his angers to the Flame. At peace, facing his situation with cold logic, he knew what he had to do. Grasping his bonds, he held his weight with his arms, lifting his athletic form perpendicular to the wall using his shoulders, neck, and head as a fulcrum. The pain screaming through his shoulder, the gash scraping roughly on the stone behind him, all went to feed the Flame. He was at peace. His toe could just reach the tip of the Power wrought, black blade, his last gift from the Lord Dragon, whom he owed his life to, yet again.. If he could get the cursed thing down. Several minutes of the blade sliding off of the tip of his slime covered boot lent no confidence to his future attempts, but he pressed onward. Surrender was not in this Shienaran's vocabulary.
With a loud clatter, his efforts are finally rewarded. Holding his breath, he waits, unmoving, to listen for the sound indicating that his actions had been noticed. Luckily, no such response was to be had. Releasing his breath along with his still rigid stance, he lowered his body back to the half standing position his bonds would allow. He could feel the ooze sliding down the center of his back, tracing a line down his spine. It might have been blood. He had been rather rough on the slice on his back. No time for such considerations now, he had his freedom to win, a powerful enemy to kill, hundreds of Shadowspawn to thwart and/or destroy, a certain Wolf-nosed Trolloc to slaughter, an Amyrlin to protect, and the Dark One to spit on in the process... He could worry about the silly cut later.
Pushing the blade over his left foot, Yurin deftly kicked the hilt into his right hand, opposite his injured arm. Grasping the scabbard with his feet he worked it off and began the painstaking task of picking the lock of the shackle on his opposite wrist with a sword. No mean feat. This would require some time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 7:51 pm
Hearing knock at her door, Lacy looks up from the reports that completely covered her desk. Its about time. She thought to herself as she sorted her notes for them to be put away until after she finished eating. Novices take their time around here lately. Lacy quickly pulled out a desk drawer and put her notes from her eyes and ears inside. "Enter." Lacy called expecting a novice or accepted. When the man entered her room, Lacy raised an eyebrow in suprise. Indeed things had changed while she had been on her merry little jaunt into the Blight with her newly aquired Warder. She still had not figured out that man.
Putting her peculiar Gaidin out of her mind, Lacy smiles at the young man who carried in her food, her gray eyes holding the famous Aes Sedai serenity to match the ageless face. Not many seen those eyes in such a calm state. "Thank you for delivering my tray." Lacy said and motioned to her desk where the man could unburden himself. "I'm not used to having men deliver my food. Not many brave the Green Quaters unless they are a Warder." Lacy said and waited to see if the man would say anything back to her.
(Posting for you Raz - Lazy_Marine_89 If you don't wish to reply then please ignore.)
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:09 pm
"Haha!" Rintala shouted, as she exited the White Tower and into a training courtyard. She'd been lost in that damn tower for almost an hour! Cursed people, can't even stop for a minute to help a lost girl find her way around. Everyone had something to do, or somone to see, and it couldn't wait one flamming minute! Her smile dwindled into a scowl as she moved off to the side of the training yard, to watch the trainees practice. Her eyes shone as she watched them, occassionally her body would twitch, as if she was mimicing the movements inside her head and having a little bit of her imagination spill out into her body.
She was no great swords fighter, she knew that, but she did know one end of the blade from the other, and she was anxious to be out there with them. It was like a dance, in her opinion. A graceful twist and bend here, quick and precise footing. It almost reminded her of a noble woman she saw...she was so full of herself, but she had that way of moveing that said she knew exactly what she was doing, and these people knew exactly what they were doing! They were training hard to become warders, and only the best were chosen as warders to Aes Sedai.
Determination flared up beside her awe and admiration, and her hand instinctively clutched the handle of her sword. Too thick for a saber, yet it held too much of a curve to be a longsword. Thin at the bottom and grew steadly fatter as it approached the top, where it twisted back at the last instant to form a shallow hook. The scimitar was not good for quick drawing, as a calvery man's scimitar was, nor was it made for the quick thrusts that helped longswordmen through battle. This weapon was built for speed of slash. Well balanced and sharpened to a razor fine edge it was Rintala's most prized posession, and the only reason why she wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:44 pm
Skiiy follows Katerine through the town, and he can't help getting an eerie feeling. The buildings peer down on them with a foreboding aura that Skiiy can't seem to shake. He's only felt this a couple of times before, but his experiences in those places had never been pleasant. He can only hope that they'll be leaving the city soon.
They arrive at the two buildings, and Skiiy resists the strong feeling to split up and take the right one. He has accepted the fact that he has an Aes Sedai to protect now, and knows that he must stick by her side, and always keep her safe. He sticks by her side as she begins to explore the building, but he helps too, checking in any number of places for the two objects that will allow them to complete their current quest and protect the Tower.
((I'd help, but I don't know where you're going with the shield and angreal thing...))
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 1:09 pm
Alina Sedai Mirren *tears where flowing over her cheeks as she started to weave the threads of Earth* Swearing not to kill with the power, mothers milk in a cup! *she mutters to herself. In the distance Dragonmount starts to rumble* Alina points almost exacty at the location of Mirren, "its comming from over there!" the Hackles on the back of her neck raised as she stared at the spot. she embraced the source, "Jade, Dupre you should do the same as me and maybe we should link." two girls and a man are stornger then even this... i hope..Oh Light i hope this works...The snow on the top of the dragonmount is starting to melt as the heat inside is rising, and after not long a mudflow has developed. The villagers who live downslope are not yet aware of the danger that comes flowing towards them with a speed between 1 and 100 km/h ((according to the bible: Dynamic Earth, oh I love earthscience)). Mirren could sense someone channeling nearby, but not consious. The only thing that flowed through here was the combined anger and grieve the tower had caused her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 3:32 pm
"That's odd...I haven't seen Yurin all day...Wonder if he went anywhere....Well...the Mother ought to know..."
These were the thoughts going through Faye's head as she climbed the stairs towards the Amyrlin's Study. Upon reaching it she knocked softly on the outer door and waited to be admitted...
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:49 pm
There was a knock at the door, and Mercury sighed wondering who it was now. Not many had the nerve to knock on the Amyrlin's quarters when she was obviously not in her office. Putting on the mask, she opened the door, to see the novice that was on duty. The girl curtsied.
"Pardon Keeper. Pardon Mother." Mercury stood squarely near the frame, to block the girl's view of the quarters. The address to the Amyrlin was pointed towards air because of it. "Ahem...Lina said to come inform you and the Mother that a sister was knocking on the door of the Amyrlin's study. What should we tell her?"
Mercury wondered who it was. "I'll be right back Mother. Hawk, keep an eye out. With...you know." Shayol Goul was a bad place to be, even moreso because Clarissa was bonded to Yurin and whatever happened to him could we worse for Clarissa because of the double bond.
Motioning the novice back to her duty, Mercury exited the room and went down the hall towards her study & the Mother's office. She entered and the Accepted there, Lina, curtsied. Mercury noted that it was Fayela.
"Hello Fayela. I'm sorry the Mother isn't here...can I help you instead? Or would you like me to tell the Amyrlin that you wanted a meeting?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 7:17 am
Mirren Alina Sedai Mirren *tears where flowing over her cheeks as she started to weave the threads of Earth* Swearing not to kill with the power, mothers milk in a cup! *she mutters to herself. In the distance Dragonmount starts to rumble* Alina points almost exacty at the location of Mirren, "its comming from over there!" the Hackles on the back of her neck raised as she stared at the spot. she embraced the source, "Jade, Dupre you should do the same as me and maybe we should link." two girls and a man are stornger then even this... i hope..Oh Light i hope this works...The snow on the top of the dragonmount is starting to melt as the heat inside is rising, and after not long a mudflow has developed. The villagers who live downslope are not yet aware of the danger that comes flowing towards them with a speed between 1 and 100 km/h ((according to the bible: Dynamic Earth, oh I love earthscience)). Mirren could sense someone channeling nearby, but not consious. The only thing that flowed through here was the combined anger and grieve the tower had caused her. Alina started to run towrads the source of the Channeling forgetting that she was trying to link with Jade and DUpre. the only thought in her mind was saving this poor girl from killing herself. She looked up at dragonmount to see the snow melting. i cant DO anything about THAT! i must warn someone! she weaved the flows inorder to make her voice heard everywhere, "ALERT ALL CHANNELERS OF THE TOWER! WE HAVE AN EMERGANCY! THE ICE ON DRAGONMOUNT IS MELTING PLEASE EVERYONE HELP! WE MAY BE UNDER ATTACK!!!!" she couldnt imagein who would be attackign them...unless... no...its not one of the FOrsaken, as far as we know, the women forsaken that are left...are no where near here! unless... "Dupre!" she looked behind her to see if he was fallowing. "are there any female forsaken in the Tower???" she turned around to see he was NOT there... ((i dont know what we are going to do with out him...i will RP for him under this name...he told me he might not mbe on for a while...which sux b/c i have no other way of talking to him!! MY warder babe! Hey MERC! do you have any way of contacting him?!?!))
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 8:00 am
Kederaji noticed when Rintala entered the training grounds through the door near where he was leaning on the wall. He was subconsciously keeping tabs on everyone there, actually. His instincts as a guard hadn't faded at all after his ordeal, of which he was glad. He was still hoping that he might be able to make his way back to his own people one day. This new person stuck out from the crowd slightly, which drew his attention quickly. He did not know everyone in the Tower by any means, but Kederaji had picked up the behavior patterns quickly.
This new person was not dressed like a trainee or a guard, which meant that she was either a warder or a newcomer. The fact that she didn't carry herself like a warder did meant she was most likely new, but she was different from the typical newcomer. Instead of gawking at the fluidity of the more advanced trainee's movements, she almost seemed to want to join in. With a glance at the sword at her side, the blademaster selected a pair of shorter training swords from the rack next to him and strode towards her.
"Quite skilled, aren't they?" He asked, standing behind her. He chuckled slightly as she whipped around in surprise. Kederaji got straight to his point, since it wasn't like him to be indirect. "By the way you were twitching to join them, you seem like you know your way around a sword." Kederaji tossed her one of the practice swords in his hand, and raised the other into a one-handed guard position. He wouldn't have considered himself a true blademaster had he not known his way around swords of all sizes. "Come, show me what you know."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 10:47 am
Snatching the sword out of the air with her strong hand she twirled it in one complete rotation off to her side as she took a step back. Normally she could catch people sneaking up on her, but she was too engrossed in trying to memorize those moves. How often would she get to see warders in training...well if all worked out well she would be there with them. "I've learned enough not to stab myself in the foot, if that's what you were asking."
Oh there were stories of epic battles where the two fighters would exchange banter and swap unearthly taunts of death and demise...but that wasn't what Rintala wanted. Keeping the practice sword in a horizontal position just below her chest she took two long strides that put her well into striking range. The problem with this was that she left her legs fairly open to attack, and any good swordsman would have noticed that...which was exactly what Rintala was hopeing for.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 12:16 pm
Alina Sedai Alina started to run towrads the source of the Channeling forgetting that she was trying to link with Jade and DUpre. the only thought in her mind was saving this poor girl from killing herself. She looked up at dragonmount to see the snow melting. i cant DO anything about THAT! i must warn someone! she weaved the flows inorder to make her voice heard everywhere, "ALERT ALL CHANNELERS OF THE TOWER! WE HAVE AN EMERGANCY! THE ICE ON DRAGONMOUNT IS MELTING PLEASE EVERYONE HELP! WE MAY BE UNDER ATTACK!!!!" she couldnt imagein who would be attackign them...unless... no...its not one of the FOrsaken, as far as we know, the women forsaken that are left...are no where near here! unless... "Dupre!" she looked behind her to see if he was fallowing. "are there any female forsaken in the Tower???" she turned around to see he was NOT there... Mirren drew more and more of Saidar, ignoring the pain that came with it sweetness. She didn't worry about burning herself out, actually she only felt the power pulsing through her vains and the feeling of the earth beneath her feet. She could feel herself linked with the rigged topped mountain just outside Tar Valon. With the mountain her temperature rose, ready to burst.
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