History Lesson #3

Justen Diablos · March 6, 2008

A Tale of Two Towers

Kathana sits high upon her Amyrlin Seat, thinking about pudding and absently listening to the petitioner standing in front of her. I'm the Amyrlin Seat, The Seat, Ohhh Amyrlin am I. Whoop, Amyrlin. I...ooooh a shiny object!

Odilon Sa'Tenzin: So you see miss Amyrlin. I believe it's not only helpful that you give your blessing upon this water balloon war I intend to take to the Aiel, but necessary. They've been without water(balloons) for a long time, and as official ambassador of the Band of the Red Hand I believe it's only right that I bring them the gift of water...balloons.

Kat: I'm sorry, are you the pudding boy?

Kathana looks around distractedly until her eyes light upon a shiny object that she can stare at. Odilon coughs uncertainly and continues.

Odi: Another thing I wanted to talk to you about was Justen Diablos. It is widely known throughout DM that he is indeed a friend of the White Tower, and spends much of his time in the basement here. We at the Band have a certain problem with him, as he insists upon flirting with all of our band chicks and attempting to subvert our most prized silly members over to his own org. It was one thing for him to overthrow Koe, a despot at best. But he's getting out of hand. I ask for a White Tower proclamation condemning him. Why, he's attempting to turn DM into his own personal cult following.

Kat: Justen? but he has so many shiny objects he lets me play with. I don't think I could do that. For the rest of it, you have the blessing of the White Tower to travel to the waste and distribute water...balloons. Alas sir Odi, all this thinking has put my brain into a tizzy, and I must go eat pudding and take a nap. Toodles.

Recognizing a dismissal when he hears one, because he's heard a ton, Odi takes his leave of the Amyrlin Seat. On his way out he runs across a face he knows all too well, but didn't expect to see here.

Odi: Runefin Despana! Whatever are you doing in the White Tower of all places?

Rune: Odi! Shhhhh. You'll blow my cover man. I'm here on a mission for the... *whispers* Black Tower.

Odi: What could you possibly.... ah. It's war then?

Rune: Odilon, I respect you more than most, but you're asking questions right now you can't know the answers too.

Odi: Oh, sure, yeah, because who needs ol' Odi anymore huh? It used to be they'd come running to Odilon for advice and silly. Get a little older and all the sudden people just don't need you anymore. I get it Rune, I get it. *storms off*

Rune: Touchy old fart.

Rune continues stealthily towards the room the Amyrlin is reported to be in. An Aes Sedai he recognizes walks towards him down the hall and he quickly ducks into a small room. After Jhae passes Rune continues down the hall. Always careful to avoid any hint of detection. He Finally reaches the door to the Amyrlin's meeting room. After checking both directions he stands up to his full height, reaches out with one hand and blows open the door with a burst of the One Power. Striding into the room Rune laces his voice with wind so that it booms through the chamber.

Runefin Despana, Asha'man: Miss Seat, I have a message from Mazrim Taim, M'Hael. *Pulls out a sheet of paper* Ahem. Kat, I'm going to war with you. Love, Mazzy. *puts the paper away* Kathana, Consider yourself at war with the Black Tower! Huzzah!

As Rune strides back through the hole in the wall where the door used to be Kathana looks up from her bowl of pudding, chocolate all over her face.

Kat: Tell Matalina to prepare for war, war like we haven't seen here at DM in my lifetime. And tell her also that there may be casualties, and to prepare for the worst. Oh, and tell her one final thing, most importantly of all.... oooooh shiny object, four o'clock.

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The Council of Warders sits around in a triangle room, discussing the war and

why the room is a triangle.

Segurant: I just don't get it, I mean why a Triangle, how many times do you really see that. It makes no sense.

Matalina: Segurant, you need to focus man, there are things more important than the Triangle Room of Important Meetings (TRIM)

Segurant: Right you are Matalina. *takes the floor* The White Tower is at war, and we need to decide on what kind of sandwiches we should make. I'm pretty much down for anything, though if we could get some sort of selection of various meats and cheeses I think that would be best.

Art Guy Joe: I could draw some sandwiches. I mean you wouldn't be able to eat them but they'd be very tasty looking.

Segurant: I like where you're heads at Joe, but I'm not sure that sandwiches that looked delicious but were unedible would really be that good for morale.

Joe: Definately true, though I could draw the tasty sandwiches in the hands of some smokin' hot darkfriend girls. It could be like a theme thing. Naughty girls who like sandwiches. I would think the soldiers would enjoy that.

BenT: here, here!

Matalina: I think we're all getting off track here, I mean we definately need a tasty and envigorating sandwich to keep spirits and energy up, but we also need at least a rough outline of a battle plan.

Joe: ....

BenT: ....

Segurant: But we're definately having sandwiches right?

Matalina: Yes.

Joe, BenT, and Segurant: Whoop!

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Kat: So I can count on your help in the trouble ahead then?

Darksmoon: I'd like to help Kat, you know I would, unfortunately most of my wolfbrothers are a little timid around Aes Sedai. How can you blame them when you're constantly trying to gentle them.

Kat: Yeah but they look so fierce. What with their yellow eyes and such. It's the mother in me that just wants to gentle them. *pets Darksmoon* Good Doggie.

Darks: ACk! See, that's what I mean, most of my brothers simply won't accept that kind of treatment.

Kat: So you're saying we cannot count on the support of the Wolfkin. Bad Dog! That's a very bad dog!

Darks: That's not entirely true, there are three that have agreed to aid the White Tower, perhaps you can find a use for them. *nods toward three wolfbrothers near the corner* Kat, I give you Darren Brightail, Nighteyes, and Aragorn. They're a little too drunk right now to even realize where they are, but sober em' up and they'll be excellent scouts. I'm guessing anyway, since I've never actually seen them sober.

Kat: Awwww, but they're such cute cuddly widdle puppies aren't they. yes they are, yes they ar.... oooooh, shiny collars.

Darks: Flea collars. Trust me, necessary.

Kat: The White Tower thanks you Darksmoon of the forest, I suppose you should go back and do... whatever it is you happen to do.

Darksmoon: Indeed. Boys, present yourselves to the Amyrlin Seat.

Darren Brightail: Wha?

Aragorn: I'm Aragorn pretty lady, but me friends simply call me Gorn. Or they would, if'n I had any. Hey, do you by any chance get porn here?

Kat: Um, no.

Nighteyes: I'm Nighteyes, and my comrade is Darren Brightail, he doesn't talk much because of the vast quantities of alcohol he imbibes on a daily basis. *nods helpfully*

Darren: Chickn' n' peanut butter, why has't any'ne thought of it b'fore? *throws up all over* Do you have a fish tank 'round here? I'm f'n hungry.

Kat: Charming.

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(Back at the Black Tower)

Taim: We Will March on the White Tower at Dawn!