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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:29 pm
The ash spewed out of Dragonmount, along with flying debris and sulfurous fumes.
"Block! Keep them away from the village! I want three groups of sisters to open a large gateway into the Blight!! Keep the Gateway in mid-air so that whatever goes through has to fall down to hit ground!!!
Some of the Greens go on defense to block anything which may try to come through! Everyone else! I want two groups! The strongest channelers deal with the avalanche! Use flows of Air, Fire, or Spirit but if possible, avoid using Water and Earth!! The other group split yourselves into two again! One group block and hold the ash where it is! Keep it from reaching us or spreading out! The other group! Take the ash and move it into the gateway! Move quickly or we'll tire out before we can do anything!!"
Even as Mercury spoke, there were flows all around them, with the ash eerily floating still in the air, and being pushed back towards the center. What a day for her to have to play general....There came a roar from the general direction of the gigantic gateway floating in midair and a Worm's head began to poke through before it was bombarded with flows and ash. Everyone was doing their job...but who was causing this mayhem?!
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:38 pm
Mercuryangel ...but who was causing this mayhem?! ((*jumps up and down like an exited little girl with her hand in the air* me! me! pick me!))
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:45 pm
Mirren Mercuryangel ...but who was causing this mayhem?! ((*jumps up and down like an exited little girl with her hand in the air* me! me! pick me!)) (( xd *bows and extends hand* Well now young lady, would you like to volunteer? ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:49 pm
Mercuryangel Mirren Mercuryangel ...but who was causing this mayhem?! ((*jumps up and down like an exited little girl with her hand in the air* me! me! pick me!)) (( xd *bows and extends hand* Well now young lady, would you like to volunteer? )) ((yes yes I do! When will you throw me in the mighty mountain to ease the fire gods?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 2:11 pm
((sounds good, I figured it's time to end this anyway. I have a thing against godmodding, which is why I was avoiding it))
Kederaji blocked the strike at his right shoulder fairly easily. It wasn't an unpredictable move, nor was it difficult to stop. He was fairly satisfied with her performance, however, since he'd seen soldiers who would be dead already, so he decided to end the battle. An upwards blow left his sword high, leaving him in a perfect position to begin the form known as Striking the Spark, which he did. His sword struck downward in a flurry of blows that he knew would take everything she had to fend off. The blows weren't intended to land, however, merely to keep her eyes away from his feet. As he swung his sword at her, he lashed out with his right foot and kicked her feet out from under her, sending her to the ground.
His sword stopped swinging as she fell, and instead pointed directly towards her as she landed. It held there for a moment, then his arm dropped to his side as he laughed. The blademaster held out his hand to help her up. "Well done, well done indeed," he said in a slow, accentless voice. "I must say I didn't expect you to last that long. Either you have studied, or you have talent, but I'm not sure which yet." Kederaji looked up to Lacy, having just noticed her there. "Is there something you needed, Aes Sedai?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 2:48 pm
Mirren Mercuryangel Mirren Mercuryangel ...but who was causing this mayhem?! ((*jumps up and down like an exited little girl with her hand in the air* me! me! pick me!)) (( xd *bows and extends hand* Well now young lady, would you like to volunteer? )) ((yes yes I do! When will you throw me in the mighty mountain to ease the fire gods?)) ((volcano sacrifice? I thought this was the saw someone in half trick... sweatdrop OH wait...never mind...wrong show...er...ahem. Mirren, for your bravery, you will be given the chance to plunge yourself into this lava, and remove yourself from this world....will you accept? Or do you want to use a lifeline?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 3:42 pm
: "tickticktickTICK" Azalea rapped her pen irritably against the desk, getting progressively louder as she grew more and more agitated. Would they ever bloody shut up?! How could she be expected to write with all of this racket? Resigning herself with a sigh, Azalea rose from her desk, laying her writing utensil down with a bit more force than was actually required. She channeled open a gateway that led into the yard a little ways away from her window where the commotion was taking place. Azalea closed her eyes, taking in the sheer ecstacy of Saidar. She felt one of her trinkets go cold and fingered it thoughtfully, it was beige colored and carved into the shape of a door.
When Azalea stepped outside of her room and into the chaos, the first thing she noticed, aside from how stupidly excitable Aes Sedai were, was Dragonmount. It was surrounded by a heavy smoke of what appeared to be debris. "Oh, Light!" She murmered, surprised at this turn of events. The second thing she was aware of was a strong drawing in of the Source. Azalea pinpointed it and began to walk towards it at a leisurely pace, that last thing needed was yet another frenzied person running into people.
Upon arrival at the origin of the mass amount of Power, Azalea saw a framiliar looking young woman, along with the Amrylin and an Accepted Azalea had never seen before. Where have I seen her before...? She began to process faces of women who could Channel that she knew, and after a few minutes, put a name to the face. She slowly brought herself a little bit closer to the girl. Her voice was loud but calm, dominating but extending invitation.
"MIRREN! You knock that off this instant before you get us killed and you stilled." :
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 5:13 pm
Gulping for air, sweat slicking her face, Rintala lay in the dirt, staring up into the sky. Her lungs were on fire, and her muscles felt like water...and she loved ever second of it. Not so much the thrill of the battle, but knowing that even if you didn't win the fight you did win something else, and maybe that was even more important. "No...never studied..." Her sentance was interrupted with a long pause, which Rintala needed to get her breath. "Just...picked it up..." Drawing a deep breath she sighed loudly and pulled herself to her feet, dusting her bottom off. Aes Sedai? At first she thought that he was talking to her and was about to say something before she realized that the warder was looking over her shoulder.
Stepping off to the side she bowed at the waist, "Lady Aes Sedai." She murmered politely, though she wore baggy clothes the neckline of her shirt was securely fastened to her throat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 4:27 am
Things happens so fast that he cant understand whats sets it all at once. Yurin seems have a meeting with the dark one or so it seems. Then in a blick of an eye the amyrlin stands up from her resting position and is already awake as if she has been awake all the time. If its the worst of it he felt his aes sedai jumping off the continent once again. She is somewhere at the direction of the dragonmount. Bloody and ashes, what in the world is happening now, he sighed. He ran to where he thought Mercury was having a chat with another aes sedai. He found nothing of course, but his forearms was chilled by saidar being used recently.
He jump to his own conclusion and open a gateway to the dragonmount, boring a hole to the pattern. As the gateway form into a sphere of glimming portal, he ran to it with determination, his blade sheaten in an instance. The portal closes behind faster than a vortex of water.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:58 am
Azalea Verde Upon arrival at the origin of the mass amount of Power, Azalea saw a framiliar looking young woman, along with the Amrylin and an Accepted Azalea had never seen before. Where have I seen her before...? She began to process faces of women who could Channel that she knew, and after a few minutes, put a name to the face. She slowly brought herself a little bit closer to the girl. Her voice was loud but calm, dominating but extending invitation. "MIRREN! You knock that off this instant before you get us killed and you stilled." : Mirren turned her head to the source of that voice. somewhere something is wrong, who would still me. Azalea?The woman looked familiar and brought her images from when she did not think badly about the Tower and Aes Sedai. On the other hand, she was the one who started it all, who tolded her to go to the tower. Her face turned even more grim. Stilling would only be good, Saidar can't do any good.she said to no one especially.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:41 am
ChildOfTheMoon Clarissa immedietly begin sending out flows to block off Mirren after she exited the gateway. She did not see Alina and was only focusing on stopping the girl. Mirren was very strong in Earth and her anger certainly helped but Clarissa had years of advantage on her. She sent out her flows meant to block Mirren from the source and prayed to the Creator they worked. Not noticing that Clarissa had already started to block this MONSTER from the SOurce she jamed her weave onto the girl. but bounced back. 'THATS IMPOSSIBLE THIS GIRL CANT BE STRONGER THEN ME!!!!" she turned towrads the Amyrilin, then let her self feel the strength of each woman.. "amyrilin! this girl is more powerful then each of us! we must join together!!!!" she was frantic now. this girl will destroy Tar Valon! what does this WIlder have agensit the Tower!!!?!??![?I] it was a show of her franticity ((anther made up word...hehe... stressed )) that she used the word 'wilder' in such manner becuase she herslef was a wilder....
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:13 pm
((I think me Aes Sedai died...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:27 pm
Nekoyasha_Skiiy ((I think me Aes Sedai died...))
(( cry NOO!! Not Alena! rolleyes
*Pulls out defibrillator* stare
Clear! scream
*Whoomp* question
No response! evil
*turns up the voltage* idea
CLEAR! scream
*Whoomp question , a single ping is heard from the machine attached to Alena exclaim before the dreaded sound of the intoning ringing recommences* mad
Come on, Alena! You've never given up on anything in your life! Now, fight! FIGHT! scream
*Increases voltage to the max* idea
CLEAR!!! scream
*WHOOMP! question , a semi-steady, partial stuttering pinging is the response* question exclaim
Alena? Can you hear me?.... cry ))
rolleyes ((Clever is an idiot when he's bored...)) rolleyes
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:47 pm
With an audible click, Yurin's effort over the last hour was finally rewarded. Refusing to give up, perseverence had been his only friend. For a while, he had begun to think that it would never happen. It was a fairly new lock, the tip of his blade barely fit into the keyhole. Trying to lift the tumblers had been like trying to pick up a single grain of sand with two planks of wood. As his left arm, released, collapsed to his side, fire flew through his back. The position had been aggravating the wound. Holding it open and ithad begun to heal over with his arm up. Lowering it had torn the wound open, yet again.
Breathing slowly, deliberately, Mog took the pain and fed it to the Flame. He could not afford to feel such a thing, now. He could feel a rising sense of panic flowing through him. He scrabbled for saidin with the same result he had received for the last few hours, ever since his meeting with the child that was not a child. Realizing with a start that the panic he felt was not from him but a leaking of emotions from the bond, the Shienaran fretted that he could not be there to help his Aes Sedai. What a worthless Warder he had turned out to be. All of his attempts to protect her in the past had been foolish and unnecessary, and now, here she was, in need of him, and he was about as far from her as was humanly possible.
A second click rewarded his efforts as his right arm came free of their bondage. Well. That had been easier than he had thought likely. Now. All there was to do was to fight his way through hundreds of Trollocs, a few dozen Fades, and kill the child that wasn't, who held a power that could keep Yurin from reaching the Source as easily as holding candy away from a child. Replacing his weapons onto his well-formed physique, Mog withheld a hiss as it attempted to escape his lips when the straps of the scabbard he kept strapped to his back pressed into the bleeding tear at his shoulder. Cursed Eyeless. Why hadn't he been quicker? He should've been able to take out a single Myrdraal. He had done so countless times in the past. What had been so special about that one?
Lifting the hood of the cloak and drawing the rest around his body, Yurin vanished from sight as the Fancloth did what it was made to do. Back into the Shadow's Den he pushed himself. He could feel a palpable heat rising from his body, the preface of the illness that came as the black blade of Shayol Ghul sent it's tiny messengers of death through his body. He didn't have long. It would begin sapping his strength and stripping his cognizance shortly before taking his consciousness. Then, it was only a matter of time before death would claim him. He would find a way to cancel at least half of the bond to the Amyrlin should that become likely. He had to. It was the least he could do for her.
The closer he came to the hidden chamber, the slower and more careful he forced himself to become. If he was captured a second time, it was likely he would never receive a second opportunity for escape.
"Dragonmount is what?!", the childlike voice issued from those well-remembered lips as Yurin's sensitive ears brought him the sounds that were coming from that room.
"What are those foolish children playing at Aes Sedai think they're doing? They're going to ruin everything! Don't they know what Dragonmount is?!", a small pause while another, much quieter voice is heard,
"Yes! Imbecile. I know what has to be done. My toy will have to rot in his cell a while longer. Go to Tar Valon. Report back to me what you find. Immediately!"
"Yes, Nae-Blis. It shall be as you command", a stiff, emotionless, unknown voice responded.
A tall man Yurin had never seen beore was walking, unhurriedly toward him, he slid to one side, silent as a stirring of wind, as the man passed him, he could see the anger rising off him in an almost palpable air, like heat rising from cobblestones in the middle of summer. He was not happy with being given orders by the.. chi- Dorian. Since that was what he wanted to be called.
A gateway opened before the man, right in front of the Blademaster's hiding spot. Had he wanted, two steps would have carried him to the welcome spires of Tar Valon that he could see after it opened. Did he enter? Find safety back with his allies? Ensure the safety of his Aes Sedai and be there should she need him? Or did he stay here and try and kill the child that wasn't? Removing one of the Dark One's top players, perhaps, in the long run, saving Tar Valon and everyone in it from his future plans? He had to decide quickly or the decision would be taken from him. Would he ever get another chance to remove the head of the Dark One's plans again? Would he ever see the White Tower again if he tried?
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