Warders Yard Gambling Night

[devon]

Dusk had just begun to settle over the white city of Tar Valon. Colors  played catch with shadows across the sides of buildings, an intricate dance that had been the same for centuries, yet different at the same time. In the Ogier's grove , the massive trees stood still while their leaves created a windy whispering noise. Crickets in the background played music for the birds and animals songs, and the rivers and brooks added their own unique bass to the assembly. It was a symphony of nature, of peace. The sound was so majestic, so simple, so beautiful, so boring.

 

Jasen walked through the woods completely ignoring the sounds all around him, humming a crude little song he had heard in one of the taverns. He liked the tune, but he couldn't remember the words. It had something to do with women, skirts, and them not being together at the same time, but the wine had created a collection of holes in his memory. One thing he did remember however was the gambling that had taken place the night before. His purse was bursting with his winnings from the night before, to full to even make that wonderful clink-clank that Jasen loved so well. He had gone to one of the taverns by the North Harbor which was frequented by sailors for the most part, and after that first sip of wine and that first toss of dice, the night had immediately turned in his favor. Every contest people put in front of him he won, whether it was knife throwing, or who could kiss the most serving maids, or who could drink a pitcher of wine the fastest. Now that I think about it, it was probably that last contest that made all these gaps in my memory of last night. Not caring, he continued down the path and into the city proper.

 

People on the street were hustling all about. Some were packing up their shops and heading home, some street vendors were still out calling their wares trying to convince a few last people to buy ribbons or needles. Still others, like Jasen himself, were on the prowl for wine, women, and winnings. He had left his red cloak with the white flame on it back in the barracks, people were less likely to have as much fun if they knew that there was a tower guard present in a game, and Jasen needed some fun after instructing trainees how to beat each other senseless with lathes. Where's the fun when you can't smack them around. Back in my day you could leap in and at least work up a sweat "teaching" trainees. Heading south, Jasen continued mumbling about the good old days and how much easier everything was now. Eventually he arrived at the tavern where he would be spending the night seeing if he still had lady luck on his side. It looked very much like the one he had been last night, except that it was by the south harbor, which made all the difference. New people meant new purses and new serving girls. But the same cheap wine, he thought as he took a sip of the mug in front of him. Sitting back in his chair, Jasen began to drink and wait. He had told a few friends of his plans tonight and they were going to be joining him for the evening. The night was just beginning, and with a grin, Jasen new that the fun was on it's way.

 

Jasen Pontean

 

ooc. Well here we go! Time to cut back and get crazy.

[Liitha]

Cyrain yawned and streached, she had spent the morning training with intiates in the yard, taken dinner in Tar Valon, and then retreated to the grove. She had spent hours testing and training with herself in meditation, trying to regain more of her lost rutine. For all her training while away, she had found it had not been enough to retain what she had learned in her few months as Tower Guard, she had lacked the total structure that let you do it all without thinking. And of course in her selftraining, had as such ended up adopting mistaces into her forms. None the mather, Andular had been kind enough to instruct her again, saving her from showing her mistaces to any and all. So normaly she would train half the day in the yard just for physical build, and help out as she still knew her trainee day forms by heart. But in the afternoons as often as she could, she would retreat here, to practise and get it all rigth, slowly geting up her speed while retaining the details corect.

 

The ligth was failing though, and she felt lazy today, the fact was she had sat down for a water sip earlier and ended up staying siting. She was watching a sapling and contemplating once again over the events of her life. Shruging she put the cork back on the bottle and rose, no use dwelling thus on what was done and past, tonite she could need some fun, and a good drink to forget. Spiting out the straw she had been chewing on she dusted off her clothes, she had put on private clothes for the practise luckily, so no need to change. For many it wouldnt have made a difference, but she prefered to be anonymous when she went out. And unlike most, with daggers as main weapon concealing wasnt a problem, even for the longer ones, she sliped a few of the shorter around her body, then put the long ones into her backpack. She prefered the added control she felt with them, just an extension of the arms, but not long enough to cause her imbalance.

 

She sliped through the shadows of the growing dusk, and found her way into the city. Her feets drifted randomly through the streets, she had no place she felt the prefrence for tonigth, and she needed to walk some to get streached out. Finaly she tired and looked around, she could hear music down the block and turned her head, then followed the sound. Someone came stumbeling out having started the night early, and she sliped in behind them. She took in the tavern and headed for the bar, "ale.." she laid coins on the counter and turned around to take in the room while waiting..

[Elgee]

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