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[CleverMog]

DariusStormborn

Light! Was he there? He didn't let his elation consume him. He didn't want to raise false hope, but at least it raised his spirits. He pressed onward, praying that the horse would hold, that he could stay conscious, that they wouldn't dare follow him all the way to the very gates of Tar Valon. The bridge ahead of him faded from view as his exhaustion finally caught up with him. He was here. He could just make out the spires.. He coul.. just.. see..

The black, cloaked figure slumped onto his horse, somehow not falling. The horse, exhausted, was well trained. It plodded onward to the main city..

((Wow, I've never seen a new guy so thoroughly ignored. Don't worry Dar, I'll save you! rolleyes ))

After Clarissa's denial of an escort, Mog still followed at a discreet distance, knowing there was a Forsaken with unknown intentions in the city put him on edge, and he would be Light-blinded if he was going to offer any opportunities at harming his Aes Sedai.

Deeming her safe, Yurin made his exhausted way back to his own quarters when an Accepted came running toward the Amyrlin's door.

"Excuse me. The Amyrlin is not to be disturbed, she has just retired for the evening and-", he got no further before the Accepted interrupted him.

"Whitecloaks! There are Children of the Light trying to come across the East Bridge to Tar Valon! They are demanding entry, demanding for a boy they had been chasing for a tenday. They are refusing to leave without him, what can we do?"

Making soothing gestures at the distraught child, the Asha'Man said, "Fear not, child. I will see it taken care of. Go back to your room, get some sleep. It is too late for you to be up."

Blushing prettily at the large Warder, the raven-haired Accepted curtsied deeply, "Thank you for you kindness, Gaidin. I will do as you ask."

As she was leaving, Mog opened a Gateway directly to the East Bridge.

His arrival was met with stunned silence. The Tar Valon guards stepped back, deferentially. The Whitecloaks, for their part, stared at him as if he had grown two tails, fangs, horns and had a big sign proclaiming himself the Dark One stamped across his forehead.

"The Children of the Light. What business do you have here?"

A man with a starburst came forward as the rest of his men nearly cowered in fear from the man whose uniform was so completely opposite their own.

"A young man came riding in here, we've been after him for a long time. He's committed crimes against nature. We demand entry into Tar Valon!"

Yurin's half friendly look changed like the winds in a storm, darkness seemed to gather around him, his face changed to the deadly, cold, emotionless face that was the last sight of so many Shadowspawn.

"Demand?", he said, icily, frost seeming to form in the air, "You dare come to Tar Valon and make demands?", his arms in front of him, Mog looked like vengeance incarnate.

The Whitecloak seemed to deflate. He backed away, slowly, as if Yurin held a weapon and was ready to strike.

"We'll be back, Shadowspawn! You and your precious witches better beware!", he turned on his heel, practically running to his horse and rode off at a dead gallop.

"There! That wasn't so bad. Now, who was this young man he spoke of?"

The guards looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes, he had just frightened off several score Whitecloaks without batting an eye, and was back to his friendly demeanor like flipping a light switch.

"He's right this way.", the Captain of the guard said, walking toward the bridge guardshack.

((Had no time to post, sorry for the crappiness))