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(( Sorry, life has been crazy, and my inbox has been overflowing with pms. I haven't had much time or patience, so I haven't been reading any of the other rps. This is when the old MoN Study would come in handy. *Nastolgic sigh*

So... I am going to assume that we are at the Keeper's Study, not quarters, anyways, since that is what we rped previously. I'll correct it if you want me to. ))

: Azalea did as she was told and gathered Mercury in her arms. Her friend was light and fragile, weak from sickness and stress. She carefully placed her in the corner of the room, hidden behind a desk. Azalea then walked briskly over to the door, standing behind the man. "I doubt that it is an intruder, probubly just some clueless guards." She whispered into his ear, rolling her eyes. "Would you like me to go out and check?" She smiled teasingly but waited for his reply. The man really was far too serious. Still, it never hurt to be careful. :

He looks at her. "Alina just pretend you never knew ok and everything should work out. I don't want you getting any more involved in this than you already are."

"Jade and Liliana why where are they? They came with us didn't they? Oh no their still out there aren't they?" We have to go help them he sits up in the bed, exhaustion quickly racing into his muscles, he forces himself to stay up right in the bed, he looks at Alina hopeing she doesn't notices how exhausted he realy is.

After making sure that everyone was safely through the gateway Shanoa released her weave and started to examine the room, ignoring the way the Ashaman seemed to be bristling at her earlier suggestion. Glancing at the Ashaman Shanoa sees a glow surround him and some rather nasty weaves appear in front of him only to disappear suddenly.

Something must have set him off. And I have to learn how he made his weaves disappear like that.

Curious she walks over to the Ashaman to ask him what he is preparing such nasty surprises for.

((I Edited this post to make sense because i had missed the part about the male chaneler on the other side of the doors.))

((It's okay. I don't think you read one of my other posts before you put this. There's another male Channeler trying to get into the Keeper's Study, and I've just asked botht the Aes Sedai to leave so I can make sure that it's safe, though I hadn't said why until this last post.))

Hearing the Ashaman's response Shanoa taps him on the shoulder.

You seem to forget that you are not the only one here who can see his weaves. I will admit, though, that I cannot see those nasty little weaves you made just a moment ago and I know that they cannot have been triggered already. How did you make them disappear like that?

The blank look that she recieves reminds her that this is in fact not the time to be indulging her innate sense of curiousity. As she looks at him she sees a flow of air coming from him and directed at the door.

Azalea, take Mercury Sedai through to the Amyrlin's Study and warn the Amyrlin of what is going on. I'm going to stay here and try to shield the unknown chaneller with the Ashaman's help. Now go! That door is about to open!

((male channelers, eh? Something is rotten in the state of Tar Valon. Time for my entrance, somewhere distant.

Note: this first part begins in an alternate world. The "old world" was conquered by the Seanchan forty years ago, and the Empress holds her courts both in the city of Seandar and in the Ivory Tower in Tar Valon, linked by a gateway made by damane.))

Centurion Kederaji turned and looked back at the men he was leading. His elite formation of Deathwatch Guard waited in the Jangai Pass, waiting for the Aiel savages that had raided the city of Cairhein to return through the pass. The Empress was not pleased with the destruction that the savages had rained upon the newly conquered lands, and she had personally called Raji to the Court of the Ivory Tower to give him the mission of making an example of this clan.

A scout's report brought him back to reality. The Aiel were within sight. Motioning to his soldiers, the Centurion silently drew his power-wrought heron-marked blade. He waited until the center of the column was directly in front of him, then dropped his hand sharply and ran into battle. The Aiel turned to see a long line of the dreaded Deathwatch Guard charging towards them, swords and spears at the ready, and braced themselves for the imminent battle.

Sometime later, Kederaji wiped the blood from his blade with the veil of a fallen savage. The raiders were all dead, and his men had taken minimal losses. Rounding up his soldiers, he made for their camp in the woods, where a sul'dam and her damane would have them back to the Ivory Court before nightfall.

A word to the sul'dam, and the damane opened the portal to the fields outside Tar Valon. Something seemed strange about the gateway, Kederaji thought, but he signaled for his men to step through. As he waited for the men to make their trip, he looked around and saw the tall pillar they had camped next to. The markings on it seemed odd, and he was no student of history. Perhaps he would have to report this to the Tribune. As he turned back to the gateway, it seemed to flicker. "Hold on," the sul'dam said, "Leena is having trouble with the gateway. Wait, there we go. Go ahead, Centurion."

Kederaji nodded to the sul'dam, treating her as an equal, though he was her superior, despite being a slave. Removing his helmet, he stepped through the gateway, which snapped shut behind him.

Looking around him, Kederaji was surprised. It should have been winter, but it wasn't. His men were missing, and the clearing he had entered was not a clearing, but a forest. He could see the Ivory Tower in the distance, and it was missing the great raven banner that hung from it. Something was definitely wrong here. Kederaji removed his armor and hid it in a hollow log. Donning some civilian clothing from his bag, he strode toward the nearby village to see what the blazes was going on.