The Official RP Thread

[CleverMog]

Yurin woke to the sound of slippered feet as they slipped past, going about their daily business. His eyes opened and he felt an immense pain that started at his temples, meandered their way all through his brain, down through his spine and traveling to the rest of his body, pulsing like some evil mockery of the life-giving heart. He tried to sit up. Bad move. He groaned as the pain intensified beyond the realm of his capacity in his weakened state. Darkness claimed him again.

Awakening to peace with a start, Yurin was in a cold sweat. He had had that same dream he remembered so vividly from earlier when he had gone to sleep. Was it the same day? How long had he been here? Where was here? The last thing he recalled was.. Shayol Ghul. Dorian. Had he the strength and energy, the Shienaran would've held his head in his hands and wept.

He had taken the life of a child. He knew that it held some evil greater than he had ever faced, but even that knowledge wasn't enough to make the clear vision of his hand slamming into the boy's larynx, shattering his throat and bringing about death by asphyxiation. He had looked with terror filled eyes at Yurin, his eyes were filled with tears as he held his hands out in mute appeal to his killer, grasping at straws, not wanting to die. He could see that child's mouth moving as he tried to speak his last, tried to take in air he would never taste again. Tears leaked through the corners of his closed eyes as the Gaidin tried to shut the awful sight from his mind.

A woman. There had been no woman there. There had, his mind insisited. No, she was- there was definitely a she- she was a dream. Why had he dreamt of her so many times? Everytime he had been awakened by a burning in his chest. Maybe they hadn't removed all the poison from his system. Maybe- The White Tower! That was where he had to be! Noone else in the world could or would have saved him. One of the hated Asha'Man. He hated himself at the moment. How could he have killed him like that? Couldn't he have saved him? Somehow? He couldn't even Channel unless the boy had alowed him to. Where had he gotten so much power? He had to speak to the Amy-Clarissa. She had to know what was happening. He had immensely important news.. Were it not already too late. There wa a Forsaken among them.

He had to speak to her! He forced himself to a sitting posture. His mind lurched in his skull, it left him dizzy, queazy, ill. It took most of his cocentration just to remain sitting up, the rest went to keeping himself from sicking up in the Yellow wing. That was where he, assuredly, must be. He finally gained control, the dizziness was bearable, his nausea was, as yet, under control. An Aes Sedai came walking around the corner, she had Domani braids in her hair, a supple grace, and a full figure testing the expertise of the seamstress that had sewn the thin, light material straining around her ample bossom.

Her eyes widened in shock as the patient who, by all rights, should have been dead well before he was ever brought before them. Most would've died within hours of being struck by a Myrdraal's blade. He had, so she was told, been in the state for about a day. They wanted to keep him there for observation and study, but were told that either the Amyrlin, or the Keeper if the Amyrlin was unavailable, were to be informed immediately upon his being awakened.

Yurin attempted to stand. The world around him lurched, his once powerful legs wouldn't support his weight, nor would his equilibreum allow him anything even close to dignity. He flopped back down on the bed, only barely keeping himself in a sitting posture. The Aes Sedai gently, but forcefully as to brook no argument, laid him back down. He was to weak to fight her, though, he was sure, he would've enjoyed trying under other circumstances.

"To bed with you, Gaidin. ou are incredibly lucky to be alive. Noone else has ever lived as long as you did with a Fade's darkness in your system. How is it possible that you survived? Do you hurt? Did you do anything with the Power to stay it's course?"

She fired questions staccato at him, never even allowing for an answer. Well, she was definitely a Yellow.

"H-ho-", a hacking, coughing fit overcame him, flecks of blood spotted the sheet and blanket she had laid over him. He continued on as if it were natural, though the Yellow Sister looked on in horror and a Yellow's concern, " How long have I been here?"

"As long as you needed to recover. Now, go back to sleep. If you try and get up again, before you've recovered and been released by us, you may undo all of our painstaking work. You were pounding pretty hard at death's door when we got you and brought you back this far. You keep it up and you'll make it through next time."

Her stern Aes Sedai features brooked no argument. He sighed, he didn't have the energy to push the issue. Closing his eyes, he began drifting back off to sleep he heard the Aes Sedai telling someone to get the Amyrlin or the Keeper, to tell them that the Warder was awake. The last thing he heard was the sound of running feet.