The Official RP Thread

[CleverMog]

Seeing the Keeper had awakened and all seemed well with the world. Yurin realized his unnecessary presence and silently bowed out from the small, close-knit group. He hoped that one day he would be accepted as part of them. They had all known each other for some time, though, and it would likely take a while for him to be allowed entrance. until then, he was patient. He knew it would take time and was willing to make that sacrifice.

Walking slowly through the city, away from the Tower, the Asha'man thought back on the brief time that he had been in Tar Valon and all that had happened to him here. He had met friends, fought enemies, and bonded the Amyrlin herself. Could it be possible that he had only been here for three days? Shaking his head and smiling to himself, he noticed a comotion coming from a small shop just the other side of the street he was on. Curious, he went to discover the cause.

Arriving, he saw two highly agitated, frantic people, a male and a female, surrounded by several of the city's inhabitants as they tried to calm them. The man's eyes alighted on Yurin, pointing a shaking finger he said,

"You! You are that Dragon guy's goon! He's supposed to fight the Dark One, you have to help!"

A startled look crossed the face of the Lord Dragon's Tsorovar'm'hael,

"Sir, I would be happy to help in any way possible, I would do so regardless of my status as an Asha'man. What can I do to aid you? What has happened?"

As concern and care showed prevalently on his face, the man nearly wept as he grasped at the straw to keep himself from drowning in a sea of sorrow. As he opened his mouth to answer, the woman leapt at Mog, seizing his jacket in an immovable grip she stared into his deep blue eyes with her own glassy greens, near-mad with grief she begged,

"Sir, please, I don't have much but it is all yours, get my Dorian, save him, he was always such a special boy, those.. things he did, they weren't his fault. Please they took him. They TOOK my baby!"

At the last, the poor stricken woman collapsed to the street, wailing uncontrollably, her arms wrapped around herself in a hopeless gesture of need. The man took up her post at Yurin's front, he was able to be a little clearer,

"I have many relics from the First Age, I am an antiques dealer, I know that Dragon was trying to get some, they are all yours if you get my son back to me. We live in the eastern district of Tar Valon. I don't know how they got into the city without the Aes Sedai or the Warders knowing, but there were Trollocs and Myrdraal in Tar Valon! They went through a cellar, and never came out, Come! I shall take you there!"

After the long-winded speech, the man jetted with surprising speed up a side street, fearing losing him, Yurin followed after leaving the woman and the crowd behind, the woman, he could see, had collapsed into unconsciousness. He hoped he could have her son back before she came to..

((Sorry, got bored. Wanted to start something))  

[CleverMog]

((NOTE: There was a post between these two that described the certain events that I accidentally deleted, it was a rather large post and I become enraged just thinking about the incredible amount of stupidity involved in losing it. Therefore, I won't be reposting it, and please don't bring it up. In esence, kid's father takes Yurin to a Waygate, he goes in and starts following after the Shadowspawn (there are Darkhounds with them, so the trail is easy to follow) Unfortunately they left several Darkhounds to watch their backs, hence, Mog is fighting Darkhounds now.))

Drawing his blades in the blink of an eye, Mog was filled with the One Power and preparing various deadly weaves, assured that his own doom was near. Who was this child that so many of the Dark Ones minions were trying so desperately to take him?!

Any further such extraneous thought that skittered across the outside of the Void immediately vanished as the owner of those dangerous nails slid into view. A darkhound.. Two.. No, three. Three Darkhounds were stalking up on the pitifully armed Yurin. Inside, his brain was screaming at him for the foolishness of forgetting his bow and arrows, how was he supposed to deal with three Darkhounds alone?

Concentrating a weave of Fire, Mog created a several lines of flame, so thin they were barely perceptible, and swept them towards the Darkhounds, trying to remember how the Lord Dragon had told him that he had taken care of the dread beasts. Yurin had usually filled them with arrows till they stopped moving, that, however, was not an option today. As the Flamethread met with the first Darkhound, it yelped and a thin tendril of smoke rose from it's front paw, but the weave.. It vanished, it struck him and unraveled. Oh, Light, what had he gotten himself into?! Balefire. That was what the Lord Dragon had used. He refused to teach it to his Asha'Man, however. He would always rub his cheek, get a far off look and refuse whenever asked.

Their black paws sunk into the stone like it was mud as they stalked closer to their prey, Mog, for his part, was desperately considering every option. If those jaws closed on him, he was a dead man. Their very touch was vile and poisonous. Seizing a chunk of the decayed Way the size of his head, he hurled it at the second hound of the Dark One. It struck home, hard. With a strangled yelp, it flew off the side of the Way and howled and cried for the rest of his life. The other two, one limping, spread out to either side of the Asha-man, creeping ever closer.

Not wanting to give them the option of awaiting his doom, the Shienaran charged toward the one on his left, it sunk lower, awaiting it's prey, then, just as he was close enough to strike, it fled from him, confusing him, momentarily. Hearing a snarl directly behind him, he realized he was falling into a trap! Leaping several feet in the air, Mog swiped at the ground where he had been standing, feeling the satisfying bite of his blade into the first Darkhounds flesh, it growled and darted back. As Yurin began to persue, he heard the second moving in on him from behind. He would be exhausted long before he managed to cut even one of these beasts down. Where had they learned such tactics?! They were dumb beasts, right?

His mind working hard for a solution, the Shienaran tried to watch his front and back simultaneously, Well, hero, what are you gonna do now?