Gateway to a new age.

[GrandpaG]

GrandpaG hunkered down next to Roy.  It was strange to feel safer next to the Ogier than inside a circle of thirty linked Aiel wise ones.  He could sense their alertness through the link.  The Ashaman was eager for some more action.  And somebody still took time to admire GrandpaG's derriere through all that had happened.  He grinned and shook his head.

 

The worms weren't the worst that had come to check out who had done all of that channeling.  They were huge.  Easy to see.  Easy to blow to bits.  Several thousand "crickets", if you want to call them that, swarming like locusts were a lot harder fish to fry.  They were relentless.  The only way to stop them was by creating a giant bug zapper dome out of Fire and Spirit.  That much use of the One Power was sure to attract every bad creature for miles around.

 

"Let's get this thing done and get out of here!", Ghina all but shouted.  Through the link GrandpaG could sense that she was starting to feel uncomfortable.  That was an understatement.  There were no calm sensations from any of the linked channelers.  "What do you need us to do, tree brother?", she asked Roy.

 

Roy looked toward the sprawling oak and scratched his chin.  "I'm not sure.".  His ears twitched nervously.  "I've never transplanted a tree this large before.".  He started to pace around the perimeter of the tree's branches as if trying to decide where he should start digging.  Before he had time to ask for a shovel, the ground began to tremble.

 

GrandpaG could feel large amounts of saidin being drawn through his angreal for use by Ghina who was leading the link.  She was probably using Earth and Air.  Slowly, the great hulk of a tree rose from the soil exposing the thousands of little bitty roots that were at the very ends of the root ball.  Roy's eyes doubled in size and his huge mouth dropped open.  After several seconds he closed his mouth so he could gulp to keep from drooling.

 

"WELL!!!", Ghina growled, "NOW WHAT!??!".

 

Roy came out of his trance and grew a huge grin.  "We need to take it to Rhuidean!".  He started to squirm with excitement.  "Be careful!  Don't shake the dirt loose from the roots!  WATER!!!  We should have brought some WATER!!!".  GrandpaG thought the young Ogier might pee his pants soon the way he was carrying on.

 

"Are you able to split your weaves, Ghina?  If not, I can leave the link to form a gateway.".  GrandpaG could feel her frustration.  She strained to answer.  "This thing is heavy, dammit!  Without your angreal, we'll probably drop it and maybe hurt it!".  She actually started to quiver as if her arms were getting tired.

 

"I can make a gateway, gleeman.", the Ashaman offered.  "I memorized the roped off area that we left from and I think that I know this area well enough.  You should be able to handle the tree safely without me being in the link.  Want me to try it?".  He looked back and forth between GrandpaG and Ghina who were looking at one another.  Not being aware of any better options, GrandpaG answered, "sure.".

[Blackhoof]

Exellent work Narisma, i should have thoght of that  :) Should i PM everyone who was involved in the siege to tell them about it or did you already?

[GrandpaG]

Roy smiled a wide smile and gently shook the Ashaman's hand in thanks.  Ghina wiped the sweat from her brow and offered a nod of her own.  GrandpaG felt the link dissolve and with it the feeling of someone peeking at his buns.  Since the Ashaman had left the link to form the gateway, he obviously was not the secret admirer.  Some mysteries are easier to solve than others.  The gleeman shook the Ashaman's hand and gave him a grateful smile followed by a bow complete with a flourish of his cloak.

 

As the Ashaman went back to help the others with aiding the Ogier in the rebuilding effort, Ghina thanked the thirty wise ones and dismissed them.  GrandpaG watched Roy gently packing the soil under the Tree of Life around the newly planted roots of the Green Man's oak tree.  It was odd to see so large of a creature being so delicate.  The humming noise that Roy made was very soothing.  The Tree of Life seemed to ooze it's extract of peace in response.  Everyone within earshot was attracted by the sound.

 

When Roy stood at last and seemed to be finished, GrandpaG asked him, "What's next?".  Roy stood silent for several seconds as if pondering the question.  "I don't know.", he finally answered.  "I've never revived a Nym before.".

[GrandpaG]

Sahandra turned toward Jake and took him into her arms in a strong yet gentle hug.  Jake was not sure whether her tears were for the beheaded Mahdi or the girl being sent away for stealing water.  His own tears were a mixture.  He felt the loss of a wise leader.  He felt the sorrow of a grandmother having to send off her granddaughter over so trivial of a thing that could have been easily explained.  He also felt the pressure of the new Mahdi.  At this point, Jake was not sure if the viewing had been about the old Mahdi's murder or the new Mahdi's mountainous task of filling those shoes.

 

Regardless of the intentions of the viewings, Jake felt good holding Sandy close to him.  He couldn't feel her warmth for some reason, but he knew what her warm body felt like from their journey to Rhuidean.  It was comforting to be near her.  Since she didn't seem to be in any great hurry to let go of him, she must be feeling equally comforted by holding him.  Gradually he did notice a new sensation.  He could feel her heart beating in perfect time with his own.  Strange.

 

The two of them had shared several dozen of each others viewings so far.  Some he could remember clearly while others were faint or fading.  Through the entire experience so far he realized one thing very clearly.  He was coming to understand the Aiel as he never had before.  Until now, they had always been barbarians living wildly where no human should care to wander let alone exist.  He was beginning to understand WHY the Aiel lived as they did.  He did not entirely approve of their way of life but he could accept it.

 

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Jake was not trying to hide his sorrow.  Sahandra gave him great Ji for being so brave.  She herself was having trouble looking at all of the viewings that they had shared.  She reached out to offer a motherly shoulder to Jake and he accepted it willingly.  He truly was a spectacular man.  Few among the Aiel could have shown such courage.

 

The scene of the Lost Ones losing their clan chief caused Sahandra to pause and ponder.  Since the wetlander with the sword was not veiled, the act was clearly murder.  Instead of looking shameful from the Toh that he had incurred, he laughed with his companions.  None beyond the Spine of the World have any honor.  Except Jake.

 

The sadness that Rose must have felt still hung heavily upon her.  Having to pass sentence upon her own granddaughter would have been bad enough.  Word was sure to get around the Hold eventually that her relative had stolen water.  Sahandra didn't know how Rose could possibly remain living there.  Perhaps she had left the Hold herself sometime later?

 

Jake's heart was beating at the same exact instant as hers.  Sahandra didn't know how she was able to know this but she was sure of it.  She couldn't actually FEEL his heart beat, but she KNEW every time that it did.  Just like she could tell how warm his body was even though she could not really feel it.  Strange.

 

The most important part of this trip so far was the understanding that Sahandra had gained for Jake and his People.  Strange as the Lost Ones were, she had seen many examples of great wisdom and courage.  Their strength came not from bows or spears but from sharp minds and fast reflexes.  Their environment was not as harsh as the Three Fold Land, but they were surrounded by constant danger.  Survival for them was no more guaranteed in the Wetlands than it was in the Waste.  Sahandra did not approve of the way the Lost Ones lived, but she could more easily understand and accept it. 

[GrandpaG]

OOC:  So.  What do I write today.  Something outside Rhuidean that has to do with opening the gateway to the 4th age.  HHHmmm.  Shoot from the hip.  Yup.  That's what we'll do.  Here goes nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The newly appointed leader had not yet declared who the next Minister of Internal Affairs would be, but Yungchin was certain that it would NOT be her.  She had never been a conformist.  More of a rebel.  Or, at least that was the way that her superiors had always described her.  She did not agree with them.  Just because she thought outside the box did not make her a radical.  She was merely open minded enough to accept abstract thinking.

 

Working for the Shara Central Government Agency had it's advantages.  Yungchin had been allowed to travel freely from the extreme northern provinces to the southern tip of Crunchea in the lower forbidden sea.  Working for the M.I.A. was actually better than holding the position.  The Minister was seldom allowed to travel outside the capital city of Sornee.  Travel could be treacherous and it was never easy... the roads were all in need of repair but there was no funding available... bands of bandits were appearing along the major roads... the government did not provide comfortable coaches.  Still, it was better than being cooped up behind a desk handling day-to-day trivialities.

 

Yungchin had had that haunting dream again last night.  The Dragon Reborn.  The people of Shara had always held the dragon to be an honored entity.  Effigies were common.  Dragons were part of almost every parade in every town during the Celebration of the Changing Calendar.  But, in her dream, that AWFUL dream, the Dragon Reborn was a man who could channel!  Living somewhere beyond the Aiel Waste.  Rumors travel with trade and the rumors gave her nightmares.

 

The rumors proclaimed that the Dragon Reborn had brought on the Last Battle which had spawned the economic decline that the Sharese people were presently enduring.  Not to mention the seemingly endless battles against all sorts of shadow forces pouring in from the north.  And males who could channel coming forth openly claiming that they could touch the One Power without going insane!  That in itself was insane!  Luckily, the female channelers were still able to deal with them so far.  The world would surely end if that bunch was ever allowed to roam free.

 

Why couldn't the ministers see the value of opening the trade routes to Seanchan and Tear?  Wasn't it obvious to them how much wealth came to Shara from the Aiel and Mayener trade?  What would be so wrong with experiencing other cultures?  And the travel!  Perhaps if Shara opened it's doors to the rest of the world, Yungchin might be permitted to travel BEYOND Tear to the fabled land of Aboo Deer or maybe even Texaco!

 

Those were her good dreams.  A world changing for the better.  No Dragon Reborn.  No Last Battle.  Just a long lasting peace throughout the entire world with peoples of all nations trading freely.  Shara would prosper once again.  No more nightmares.

 

 

 

 

 

 

OOC: It seems that Yungchin is open minded about some things and not so open minded about others.  Before the 4th age can emerge, Shara will need to join the rest of the world.  And, open acceptance of ALL channelers needs to happen.  Might be a while.

[GrandpaG]

Sandy and Jake stepped out beyond the last of the glass columns.  Jake's stomach rumbled almost immediately.  He was still a young man and young men liked to eat often.  Strangely enough, for a brief moment he yearned for a nice juicy rabbit leg.  The thought was gone soon enough but the emotion remained.  There was a time not too long ago that just the thought of eating meat caused his stomach to churn in disgust.  He must be spending too much time with Sandy.  As if THAT was possible.

 

Slowly and reluctantly he allowed his arms to release her and he stepped one short pace away from her.  He purposely did not look at her.  If he saw her right now he would be back holding her at once.  Besides that in itself being improper behavior, he needed to find some way of controlling his urge to hold her.  Cold turkey.  Not easy to do, but it had to be done.  He could find a way to resist her...he HAD to!

 

Every viewing since they had joined were viewed by both of them at the same time.  No more separate stories.  It was as if they had been reunited mentally as well as physically.  Starting with the scene of Rhuidean before it was hidden by fog and ending with the two of them receiving their identification marks.

 

Jake's right hand sprung toward his left upper arm.  He could still feel the branding.  There was still a slight tingle but no real pain.  When he moved his hand and looked at the brand he knew what he would find.  A small but brilliantly colored dragon with shining eyes and glossy black claws.  A forked tongue like that of a snake was lashing outward from it's mouth.  Sharp spines stuck out from the back of it's head to form a fan with the bright green scaled hide stretched between the spikes.  The detail was remarkable.  The colors gorgeous.  The meaning...intense.

 

Memories of hundreds of shared viewings spanning centuries came slowly back to mind as if all mushed together into a goo.  Scenes that he had shared with Sandy.  They had also shared a different emotion with each scene.  Together they had grown stronger and wiser.  Drawing upon each other as needed, both of them had gained more than either of them could ever have done alone.  They had survived together.  They had learned the Song together.  They had earned their markings together.  They belonged together.

 

 

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Sahandra watched Jake turn away from her.  She longed to grab him and drag him back to her but she knew somehow that he would not appreciate the open show of affection.  That was just one small part of what she had learned about him while they had been together inside the glass columns.  Her opinion of him and his People was much different now than it had been before.  She understood that neither his People nor hers should be referred to as Lost Ones because they had been equally lost from the truth that only she and Jake now knew.

 

The Song.  How very important that had been to Jake and his People.  All of those years spent searching for it.  How ironic that it had been right here under their noses all of this time.  If only the Aiel and the Tuatha'an had gotten together some how.  All of that searching could have ended long ago.  Aiel men seldom sing.  But when they do, they sing the same Song.  The very Song that the Tuatha'an have been searching for everywhere except among the Aiel.

 

Actually, according to what Sahandra could remember of the Song from the viewings that she shared with Jake, it has evolved somewhat from the old days.  Just as a story changes as it is told and retold, the song that the Aiel sing today is not identical to the Song that was sung so beautifully so long ago.  Just thinking about it made her want to sing.  With Jake.  Jake knew the beautiful song, too.  Maybe they could teach it to other Aiel and Tuatha'an?  No.  It had to be learned inside the glass columns.  The mark must be earned.

 

With that thought, she lowered her gaze from Jake's beautiful ear to the top muscle of his left arm.  At the same time, her own right hand cupped her left upper arm muscle bulging away from her shoulder.  She wondered if her own mark was as beautiful as Jake's.  She allowed her eyes to leave his body long enough to look at her own mark.  It was identical to his.  They were the only two people alive with that unique symbol of their knowledge.  Clan chiefs and wise ones were marked but not in the same way.  The only way to earn this special mark was to earn it as she and Jake had.  It was the sign of reunion.  Rebirth.  "The People of the Dragon". 

[GrandpaG]

Roy was sitting comfortably under the branches of the Tree of Life.  The hot mid-day sun was not able to penetrate the new growth that had begun shortly after Roy had sung to the tree.  New growth.  New life.  Roy just had to sigh.  It felt so good to be a part of all of this renewal.  With all of the destruction that the Last Battle had brought the world needed some sprig of hope to keep it from totally collapsing.

 

Even though Roy knew from reading the elder's texts that this world was not their original home world, he still felt connected to it because this was the only place that he had ever lived.  The old world sounded grand with it's mighty groves of tall trees and all manner of wild life but Roy knew that he would never see it for himself.  The knowledge was long lost.  The Ogier here would never find the way to return home.  The Ways were not the way as had once been hoped.  The steddings and small groves that they had here would have to suffice.  And, thanks to him, the Tree of Life.

 

The long past ancestors of the Tree of Life had been the original reason for the Ogier presence in this world.  As a celebration of the rediscovery of the use of the porthole stones a delegation of Ogier had visited here bearing cuttings as gifts.  When it was time for them to return, the humans did not remember what they had done just a couple of centuries earlier.  The Ogier were trapped.  Some elders believe that the answer is available if the book were to be opened.  Others argue that if that was true the Ogier would not be here now.  Roy didn't know what to believe.  The peace of the Tree was all that mattered at the moment.  He smiled and relaxed.

 

Reviving the Green Man was perplexing Roy.  In all that he had ever read, there had not been any mention of what needed to be done.  He knew that the essence of the dormant entity still existed inside the oak tree that he found himself staring at blankly.  He could sense it while humming.  There was a certain...resonance...that told him that the Green Man was merely resting.  Roy had the hunch that the Nym would revive if the proper pitch and frequency was directed at him.  Like an alarm clock going off.  But Roy knew for a fact that he could not produce the sound alone.  He needed help.

 

Without knowing why, Roy came out of his daze and looked to his left.  There wasn't anything unusual over that way.  Just a Tinker.  Walking with an Aiel Maiden of the Spear.  Walking toward him.  Wait.  That story that he had heard when they returned from the Blight.  Jake and Sahandra?  They had entered the glass columns several days earlier.  Rumors claimed that they would not return.  Could this be the two of them coming out at last?

 

Roy strained his eyes to try to see them better.  They had cut their hair in a strange way so that they matched.  Neither of the two had a sleeve on their left arm.  He couldn't make out the tattoos on their shoulder muscles but he knew for a fact what they would be...DRAGONS!  Roy whistled to himself in astonishment then let out a soft oath.  "People of the Dragon!".

 

The really old books described the haircuts and the markings.  They were only worn by the elite Aiel during the Age of Legends.  Near the end just before the breaking they had declared their loyalty to the Dragon.  They were revered throughout the land.  And, they were the truest of friends with the Ogier.  "Tree brothers", Roy whispered to himself in disbelief.  He couldn't help feeling that the Pattern had just answered his unspoken prayer for help.

 

[NARISMA]

Orbein sighted as he joined the circle of Aes Sedai who were working on weather.They needed male chanaler who was strong in fire,and he was the one who was nearest.Not that he objected.He always wanted to learn the weaves for Cloud Dancing,but no Asha'man knew something like that.working in the circle with Aes Sedai was an chance he didn't wanted to miss.Aes Sedai were trying to keep theirs influence on the world they had before the Last Battle and destruction of the Tower.They were stationed in the Black Tower temporarily and yet they tried to take over control from M'hael,not showing any gratitude for acceptance.

He watched as leader of the circle one of the Reds wove complex pattern using saidar and saidin and stretched it across the sky.On the sky gray clouds heavy with rain began forming.Slopes of the Spine of the World will soon get their rain.

They had three more places to visit and do the same like they did here.

Dragons orders for Aes Sedai were not subject for debate.He gave them orders to do what they can in controlling the weather,so the farmers could grow food without the worry of floods or droughts that could destroy the grain.There was much hungry mouths to feed,especially now that his empire spread from the Shayol Ghul to the Aryth ocean.

He was in Shayol Ghul just few days ago.It still gave him a chill even now when the grass begun to cover up the ground and normal trees and plants as well.

He remembered hordes of Shadowspawn covering those field and stormy sky that didn't belong to their world.The pit of doom as well as the mountain were destroyed in the moment the dragon killed the dark one.There were reports coming from all over the blight of similar things happening.Evil vanished leaving behind healthy soil.

He studied the weaves and after the second time he was sure he could do it himself,maybe linked with Jessica because he still needed the saidar to influence bigger areas.

Jessica was busy with researching the new weaves that could protect the seed in earth even before it starts to to grow.She was from the Red ajah,who now had new purpose,they were researchers of the new weaves and new technologies that used the power.He smiled to himself.Oddly how things changed.From most feared ajah,they became most important and most liked one.Sisters from the new red were the ones who invented lasting gateways that connected all bigger cities and towns.They were the ones who changed the defection of the Oath Road.It now had the same purpose as before but it no longer shortened the lifespan of the channalers.He was proud that he had Aes Sedai from the red as his work couple.

[Blackhoof]

The man stumbled past the first line of wooden huts that formed the city of New Rhuidean. More stone buildings were being built closer to the centre, but it would take ages to rebuild all of the city to even a shadow of its former glory. Several refugees, most not Aiel, saw him and came running over. the man, his strength finally exhausted, collapsed to the ground, and the last word he muttered was, "Help... me..." and then darkness overcame him.

[NARISMA]

The rain felt down,but he didn't mind,he enjoyed the rain.He was sitting on the Top of the central palace of the black tower.He was thinking on something that Jessica told him earlier today,about the new weaves one of the Young novices discovered.It seemed like those weaves could with proper adjustments make a person fly like a bird.It was exciting to think about that possibility but he had more important things to do right now.More man that could learn to channel were found every day.Some of them were from Seanshan and Sea Folk,some were even coming from the Aiel,and that was most surprising than the decision of the tiny Seanshan Empress to set all Damane free.They now had close to 4000 man in training and every day they found more.Plans for the rebuilding of the white tower had to be changed because old structure could not support so many people.Aes Sedai had more than 10 000 women in training and over 3000 of full sisters.New plans of the Tower included the men also.It will have to be more than 500 feet tall.That seemed like an impossible thing to do but some of the Asdha'man were powerful enough to form circles with Aes Seadi who knew the building weaves so they could do it eventually but it needed time,and in meantime it was his task to find a place for all those man to sleep and what they will eat.Village that was now formed around the Central Palace of the Black Tower was full,new houses were set to be built but that was not quick job.Constuction of the new tower will take several years to be finished,even with the use of Power,so he had to do something.Master Nori appointed him to some abandoned Villas in villages close to the tower,but that was not an answer,people were still afraid of the men who could channel,and it was likely that all will run away leaving theirs homes when they find out who is settling in.

[GrandpaG]

The building of his new smithy had been going very well for Jerodile.  The new location was perfect.  He had no problem finding building materials amongst the rubble left by the trolloc invasion.  There were even odds and ends of tools and equipment left behind by other smiths who had decided to abandon the city and did not care to take heavy loads to their new locations.  He already was receiving work requests and had not officially opened for business yet.

 

Lorina was preparing a home for them above the smithy.  This would be very convenient.  She had vegetables growing on the roof.  Water was available from a nearby fountain.  Fresh.  Clean.  Cool.  Endless.  The very best water in the entire world he would guess.  The very thought of that much water so close to his front door still gave him shivers of delight.  He and his wife would prosper here.

 

At least that was how he had felt a few short days ago.  That was before "it" happened.  Jer could still remember the feeling.  It was mild at first.  Kind of like the feeling of being watched by someone who was not there.  Lor had felt it, too.  She came down to the smithy to ask Jer what the noise was that he was making just to find him listening to the silence.  They looked at each other.  Puzzlement reflected from both of their expressions.

 

With time, "it" seemed to come from a certain direction instead of surrounding them.  And "it" was growing in intensity.  Taking his wife by the hand, Jer began walking toward "it".  Calmly.  No hurry.  Just go "that way" toward "it".  Hand in hand Jer and Lor strolled down the main avenue of the city joining many, many more couples out for likewise leisurely strolls.  Jer did manage to notice that there were also many, many more couples of Lost Ones joining the pilgrimage.

 

"It" grew stronger until finally Jer could see where "it" was coming from.  Under the Tree of Life stood a young Ogier.  He held the hand of a Maiden of the Spear in one hand and the hand of a Lost One in the other.  The three of them made a circle around the large oak tree that had appeared there a few days earlier.  They were singing.  The Ogier in his deep rumble.  The Maiden in her high pitched almost ear-piercing tone.  The Lost One somewhere in between.  The three voices blended to create "it".

 

Without realizing it, Jer came to an abrupt halt.  Many, many more did the same around him and Lor.  Some had arrived ahead of them.  More were coming still.  All ended in the same result.  Everyone stood silently spellbound by "it".  So beautiful.  So peaceful.  So enchanting.  Nothing Jer had ever heard before could compare with "it".  Well, maybe the funeral chants he had heard sang for his greatfather's awakening ceremony.  No.  That was close, but not the same.  Just a few days gone by but he still could feel "it".

 

Now, today, here he stood holding the hand of a stranger.  And a Lost One, at that!  Lor stood behind him holding the hand of a Lost One, too!  Many, many more couples were also in line.  After what they had witnessed when "it" had happened, Jer and Lor felt that they just had to do this thing.  It was sad that they could not go through the glass columns together but it had been made quite clear that this was the only way to create the reunion.  Fear is an alien feeling for Aiel.  Jer tried not to be afraid.

[GrandpaG]

OOC:  Hey, Narisma...nice job with getting the Aes Sedai and Ashamen to work together on the weather.  I was trying to figure out how to bring in the Sea Folk and the Bowl of the Winds but couldn't figure it out.  Great minds work alike, eh?  ;)

[GrandpaG]

OOC: some parts of this post won't make sense if you have not read the Tinker RP.  Sorry.  Those who have should find this...refreshing.

 

The Green Man.  Jake couldn't believe his eyes.  Roy had been right after all.  Their combined song had been just the ticket.  It was all just too much to be real.  A few short weeks ago he had been bored stiff driving his family's wagon.  Now, he was one of the elite "People of the Dragon" and had helped to revive a Nym.  Unbelievable.

 

It felt good to relax under the limbs of the Tree of Life.  He actually felt the peace of mind that he had only dreamed of in the past.  Tears crept into his eyes as he thought about how happy his father would have been to hear the beauty of the Song and to see the Green Man.  Those had been two of Jake's favorite tales as a tot and Jon had always enjoyed telling them.  Jake felt that it was a good thing that he was sitting where he was at that moment.  Otherwise, his heart might have broken.

 

There were a lot of Tuatha'an gathered around the Tree and the Green Man.  Every so often, Jake thought that he recognized a person in the crowd.  He tried to imagine how much longer it would have taken for his group to make the trip to Rhuidean after he had left.  He and Sandy had made good time, but apparently they had been inside the glass columns for several days.  His pondering was answered when Erina stepped out of the crowd.

 

Jake didn't hesitate.  He couldn't move fast enough.  The distance between him and Erina was just too much and he had to be next to her...NOW!!!  Why wouldn't his legs run any faster?  His heart was pounding fiercely.  Her image grew in size and jiggled each time that his foot slammed against the ground.  He was getting closer.  She must have sensed his approach.  Or maybe he was yelling her name?  Either way, she looked toward him.  A sad smile gradually grew across her face.  Then, she began to cry.

 

"I thought you were DEAD!!!", Erina sobbed into her hands.  She dropped to her knees and tried to hide her face in her lap.  She rocked back and forth and cried loudly.  "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!", she kept repeating.

 

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The woman that Sahandra loved, the very reason for her wanting to go through the glass columns with Jake in the first place, had taken a trolloc arrow through the chest during the invasion of Rhuidean.  She had taken out two Mydrall and several trollocs before her demise.  That was of little consequence to Sahandra.  She had always known of the courage and skill that her friend possessed.  That dream was over.

 

Perhaps her new life as one of the "People of the Dragon" would somehow be as fulfilling even without the admiration of her former companion.  After all.  Sahandra was not the same person that she had been.  Things could not have ever been the same.  She was no longer a Maiden of the Spear.  Her new life would be far more demanding and rewarding.  Earning Ji did not seem as important as it once had.  Incurring Toh was not desirable, but neither was it as filled with shame as she had once thought.  Yes.  Her new life could be good.

 

Jake.  Now there was a reason for concern.  Before she came to know him so well, Sahandra had not been interested in men at all.  She still did not have any great desire for a "normal" relationship with a man.  But Jake was far from "normal".  Over the past few weeks spent with Jake, both outside the columns and within, she had developed a strong respect for him as a person.  He couldn't help it if he happened to be male.  Time could very easily see the two of them emerging as a winning team.

 

With the work of helping Roy to revive the Nym out of the way, Jake had gone to relax under the Tree of Life.  Sahandra had opted for a quick jog to the lake and back to settle her nerves.  The air near the lake had been refreshingly cool.  Some children had been splashing on the shore.  Now, she had almost made it back to where she started from.  The air was warmer.  She almost sweated from the exertion.  It felt good to move again.  She turned the last corner before the plaza where the Tree was surrounded by people pairing off to enter the glass columns.  Many, many couples had decided to become "People of the Dragon" after they had witnessed her and Jake and Roy reviving the Nym.  As she got closer, she saw Jake hugging a young woman wearing brightly colored clothes.  She reached for the belt knife that she no longer toted.

 

 

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It had already been several hours of standing in line waiting.  GrandpaG kicked his legs one at a time to try to encourage a little bit of circulation.  Shifting his weight back and forth and shaking his arms, he imagined that he must look like a prize fighter getting ready for a bout in the ring.  He could almost see that young gambler fellow with the wide brimmed black hat placing a bet on who would win.  A jab in the ribs from Ghina brought him back to reality.

 

GrandpaG blushed a little and grinned at her.  He didn't have to worry about upsetting her.  After all.  They weren't "doing anything".  She couldn't cut him off if he made her mad.  But, over the course of the past few weeks and several special episodes together, they had grown fond of one another.  She must have been concerned that he was making a fool of himself.  He pretended that he didn't understand why she had jabbed him.

 

"What?", he asked trying to look innocent.  "Why did you do that?".  He rubbed where she had stabbed him with her elbow and pretended that she had hurt him.  "Didn't anybody ever tell you to not be so rough?  You could HURT a person, you know!".  He could tell that she was seeing right through his charade.  He couldn't help grinning.

 

"If you are too old and lame to do this thing with me, perhaps I should try to find a YOUNGER channeling Tuatha'an gleeman to accompany me through the columns?".  The twinkle in her eye told him that she had just the gleeman that she desired.  She had recently disclosed that she was the secret admirer that he had sensed through the link.  "I thought not.", she continued.  "Anyway.  You're not THAT much older than I am.  So, straighten up.  Show a little dignity.  Try to set a better example for the young Lost Ones in line behind you for crying out loud.".  GrandpaG remembered why he had never settled down and taken a wife.  Well, that, and the channeling thing, of course. 

[Blackhoof]

OOC: Well, the Battle for the tower is over for Pherno. But this mysterious "man"'s story is just beginning.

 

IC: The man woke up to water trickling down his face, oh, how he hurt. He tried to drink it, and the trickle of water moved over his mouth, and he began gulping it down. Opening his eyes, Pherno saw a pretty, blond girl with a concerned expression looking at him. She pulled the waterskin away, and dabbed his face with a wet handerchief. "Are you alright?" She asked. "You were pretty badly hurt, before we got a Wise One to Heal you. Your lucky, had you been longer, your burns would have left a mark." She smiled expectently, as if wanting him to respond. The man smiled dreamily.... was he supposed to say something? Who could say something to her....

 

Suddenly realising that he was in a strange place surrounded by stranger, he sat upright. "Where.... where am i?" She frowned, as if he was crazy.

"Why, you are in Rhuidean, well, New Rhuidean, as some people are calling it. Most of the Aiel still say that it's called Rhuidean, but Rhuidean was smashed out of existence by the Shadow, so, the rest call it New Rhuidean." The man was still confused.

"Wait... Shadow? Aiel? What are they?" She frowned again.

"So, you've never heard of the Aiel? Or the Shadow? Have you been living under a rock the past three thousand years? How-" She stopped as if suddenly realising something. "You.... you don't remember, do you? You have amnesia, it's the only answer. Do you know your name?"

"Uh.... no..."

"How about family, where are they?"

"I.... don't know."

"How did you come to be in the middle of the Waste, with no memory?"

"I.... uh... what is the Waste?"

[GrandpaG]

Because of it's remoteness and the lack of strategic importance, Dorphalia had not been affected much by the Last Battle.  The people living on this small island approximately half way between the Isle of Madmen and the Sea Folk islands still went about their daily chores much the same as they had for centuries.  Collecting silk.  Mining precious metals.  Making the best tasting cheese in the entire universe.  Farming.  Every family farmed.  Those who couldn't or wouldn't farm had to rely upon fishing for sustenance.

 

The rocky slopes of the volcanic peaks that actually formed the shape of the island rose several hundred feet upward.  Several of the peaks were surrounded by fluffy white clouds most of the time.  "UP THERE", was how the locals referred to that misty, foreboding place.  That was where most of their drinking water came from.  The clouds made rivulets up there.  The rivulets joined into small streams that found there way "down here".

 

Few Dorphalians had ever gone "UP THERE".  The old stories about those who had were not good.  Often as not, the brave soul who went up there either came back in poor physical or mental condition, or not they did not return at all.  One poor fellow who wandered up there quite by accident came back telling of huge beasts that roared loudly and killed each other for food.  Then he ran into the sea and never returned. Some whispers were shared that the man could channel and had gone mad.

 

Since the news of the Last Battle had first reached Dorphalia several years ago, Knewst had noticed that the shoreline was dropping away at a remarkable rate week by week.  Thousands of new acres of exposed land were now available for use.  Most docks were no longer usable because the waterline was so much lower.  Either the volcanoes were rising or the sea was evaporating.  Knewst couldn't tell which was true but either way it had to be caused by the fighting.  He conceded that there really was no place that would go totally untouched by the Last Battle.  He wondered what else would happen to his home before the new age predicted by prophecy came to be.

 

 

OOC: so what's the point?  It doesn't matter where you live in the world of Randland, as the wheel turns and the 4th age is ushered in, EVERYONE will be affected SOMEHOW.  No person will be immune.

 

"The price for change is chaos and all must pay." -- GrandpaG original saying created just this moment.  ;D

Edited February 8, 2011 by GrandpaG

[NARISMA]

He was told by the Jessica that they discovered the way to reverse the weaves for the Balefire  and use them for the cleaning of the Ways.It was remarkable discovery and if it worked it will help the people a lot.The day was filled with news.In the New Rhuidean the Green Man was revived and some of the Red's left three days ago to start studying the Green Man in hope of discovering how to make new ones.Sea Folk ships found the ancient city on one of the new islands formed after the Dark One was killed.It seemed that the island raised from the Bottom of the Aryth Ocean,and the city was probably from the Age of Legends.

Worlds from all around the empire were coming in to the Caemlyn first so he had an opportunity to hear them first.

One of the news was coming from the new Malkieri.Queen Nynaeve bore twins,a son and a daughter.He was sure that the Lord Dragon will declare this day as an time for celebration.She was his friend,but he had no time for celebration.

Jessica was raised as the new Mistress of Novices,and she wasn't happy about it.She wanted to be among those who will try the new weave for the Cleaning of the Ways.She was convinced that she found the weave that could kill the Machin Shin,it was based on balefire and it was very dangerous to perform so she insisted to be the one who will test it,but the Head of the Red,the Highest didn't allowed her to go.Instead she was ordered to show the weave to the other sister.

Her face was calm,pure serenity of Aes Sedai,but he could feel the Frustration flowing through the bond.

They had to work together to find a place for so many of the novices and Soldiers.He found out how to improve the building weaves but still it will be weeks until the new houses are finished.

Jessica was god at her job and soon she found an empty village near the Salidar that was abandoned during the last battle,when trollocs appeared through the gateways in the south and begun to kill everything on their way.

Salidar was now a small town where the Kinswomen who were to old to be Aes Sedai and the retired Aes Sedai lived.It was also a place where the every woman who could channel and didn't pass the test or didn't want to be Aes Sedai lived.Some of the newly unleashed Damane were staying here and being prepared for the Novice white.Some rumors said that that the Lord Dragon was planning the massive invasion on the Shara and the Lands of the Mad,and every captured channaler will be brought here.So it was not the place where they could left the Novices and Soldiers.

[Blackhoof]

The man finished his soup and handed the bowl back to the mysterious girl who had helped him. She looked no older than 25, but that could be misleading if she was a channeler. Ah, so you DO remember some things the man jumped as a strange voice sounded in his head. "Who are you?" he thought. Who am i? I am you, a previous incarnation of your soul. Came the reply. The voice was raspy, and sounded like crumbling leather, not human at all if the voice was correct."Very well... i suppose thats a better answer than me being crazy."

 

"My names Leah." The girl said, bringing him back to the present. "What should i call you? You can't remember your name." The man said he didn't know. She thought about it for a bit, then said "Hmmm.... how 'bout i call you.... Baren. I had a cat named Baren once. Then it died." she looked sad.

"I suppose Baren will do. Thank you for naming me, Leah." She smiled, and Baren felt his heartrate quicken.... she really WAS beautiful.

 

Suddenly GrandpaG walked into the room. "Now, Leah, lets take a look at the person-" he stopped once he saw who was sitting on the bed.

[GrandpaG]

GrandpaG and Ghina emerged from the glass columns clinging to one another.  It actually felt quite good.  It had been some time since the old geezer had held a real woman.  And the intimacy that they shared inside the columns had easily exceeded anything that he had experienced before.  He felt closer to her than he ever had to any other person male or female.  She smiled and blushed a little then begrudgingly released him and stepped back a pace or so.  It was sometimes hard to read what women were thinking, but GrandpaG thought that her face told him that she was glad that they had done what they had.

 

Speaking of which, he glanced at her left upper arm and found the expected mark.  She had already shown him a somewhat similar mark on her right shoulder from her previous trip through the columns when she had become a wise one.  For her the scenes must have been less impressive than they had been for him since they were like watching a rerun.  GrandpaG felt of his own marking because he didn't want to stop looking at Ghina.  It was raised so that his fingers could make out the pattern.  Even without seeing it he could imagine the beauty.

 

Some of the scenes of his Tuatha'an ancestry had been very disturbing.  Even though he had been raised as a child and young adult to follow the Way of the Leaf, once he had been left to fend for himself he had lost touch with a lot of it.  The world had hardened him.  In order to survive on his own he was forced to gain some "street savvy".  The early teachings came back with a bang as he witnessed his roots.  He had seen and sensed that Ghina felt strongly about those viewings, too.  They should talk about it.  Someday.

 

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ENDING #1:

 

Ghina was standing chatting cheerfully with the Green Man and a few of the other People of the Dragon.  He was explaining to them that the acorns hanging from the branches of his now abandoned tree should be planted and sang to.  Each new tree could produce a new Nym.  Each of them could help with crops just as they had in the Age of Legends.  By the way that she was fidgeting, Ghina was ready to start singing.  Either that or she needed to find a restroom...SOON!

 

GrandpaG apologized for taking her away from the gathering and gently led Ghina to one side.  What he had to say was for her ears only.  He normally didn't have trouble saying what was on his mind.  A good gleeman knows how to talk.  But, for some reason, all of this was taking some effort to spit out.  He cleared his throat unnecessarily then tried to speak his peace.

 

"I...uuhhmmm...well, you see...it's like this.", he began.  Before he could get any further Ghina cut in.  "NO.  I will NOT lay my wreath at your feet!  A trip to the sweat tent...why not.  A little whoop-di-doo...possibly.  Marriage...NO WAY!  You're a good man, gleeman, and I look forward to many happy years of being your partner in many ways.".  She gave him an almost naughty grin.  "But, I have had my FILL of married life.  It complicates everything.  Obligation takes the place of commitment.  No.  I will love you for who you are and I will share my life with you but I will NOT marry you!  And, HOW DARE YOU ASK!!!  THAT is MY job!!!".  She had already forgotten that he was not Aiel.

 

"I...uuhhmmm...well, you see...it's like this.", he tried again.  "I wasn't really going to ask you to marry me.".  He stepped back a little and waited for the explosion.  Instead, Ghina crooked one eyebrow and put her right hand on her right hip and tapped her left toe.  GrandpaG knew that he had little time to form a recovery.  "Not that I don't think that you would make me a delightful wife!  It's just that...well...I have never been married and I'd kind of like to keep it that way.  Sometimes, I need to be by myself.  A wife might not find that too enjoyable.  I hope you understand.  I do love you and I look forward to spending a LOT of time enjoying your company and working with you.  But, I'm glad that you don't want to marry me.".  He smiled.  So did she.

 

They rejoined both hands and stood gazing into each others eyes for what seemed an eternity but was probably only a minute or so.  He could feel her pulse in the palms of his hands.  She was warm.  And soft.  Her eyes smiled at him.  She was happy to be with him.  They were going to make an unstoppable team.  Great things awaited them.  The moment overtook him and the words sprang from nowhere.

 

"Will you join me for a drink?  At Kelsey's?".  She smiled and nodded.

 

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ENDING #2:

 

Ghina left the group that was surrounding the Green Man with a disgusted look on her face.  She tromped toward GrandpaG like and arrow headed for a bull's eye.  She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him away.

 

"What a bunch of CRAP!", she almost spat.  "Here he is just newly hatched and already he has that bunch of ninnies eating out of the palm of his hand.  Sputtering some nonsense about crop dancing.  BAH!  What we REALLY need is a new strong central government to raise a proper army.  This "Last Battle" crap has to be ended once and for all with no chance of ever popping up again!".

 

GrandpaG could not believe what he was hearing.  How could he have been so wrong about Ghina?  A few short hours ago he had been thinking that she might make a good wife.  Now, he felt like he wanted to turn and run from her.  What the hey?

 

As if shaking off some invisible skin, Ghina shuttered for several seconds then shook her head in surprise.  "Where did THAT come from?", she asked herself.  "Must be some weird side effect of the columns or something?  No self-respecting wise one would EVER talk like THAT!  For that matter, none would ever THINK that way!  PERIOD!!!".  She seemed genuinely shocked.

 

Regaining some of his former comfort with her, GrandpaG decided that the two of them could use a little R & R after all that they had been through.  Immediately, his favorite respite site came to mind.  "Ghina.  How would you like to get away with me for a day or so.  I know this nice spot down south where we can relax.  A little inn down on the Shadow Coast called Kelsey's.  Wanna go?".

 

Ghina's eyes got wide and a naughty grin formed on her face.  GrandpaG remembered his secret admirer.  "KELSEY'S!!!  Oh, my...YES!!!  I haven't been there in far too long!  A very good friend of mine works there.  A pretty young woman who does the most delightful things using ribbons!!!".  >:D

[Blackhoof]

OOC: Please respond to my last post. not meaning to sound rude.

 

IC: Lupin didn't know how he had survived that lightning bolt that a Dedicated had thrown at him during the battle for Tar Valon, but he had, with only a large burn scar on his chest to remind him of the event. Now he controlled the bulk of the surviving Darkfriends, Dreadlords and Shadowspawn. The only reason he controlled the shadowspawn without being chosen was because he held their chieftains loyalty.

 

In a way, the rest of humanity owed him a great debt. Without him controlling the many trolloc chieftains, they would be rampaging through the countryside, destroying everything. With Lupin in control, they were constricted to the northern part of the blight, near the polar caps. Even the hardy trollocs found these conditions tough to live in, but Lupin needed the world to think that they were extinct or scattered, andthey needed to be fasr from Shayol Ghul for that to happen.

 

Lupin was gathering his servants to a Fortress not unlike the one moridin owned in the northern Blight area, near where his Trollocs were being kept. He only had a few hundred dreadlords, and a few thousand darkfriends, but he was training them, making an organised army out of what was once a disorganised rabble. The Shadow was dead, but Lupin's forces, the Shadowscarred, still had the potential to rule the world.

[NARISMA]

One of the messengers appeared in front of him holding the letter with the Seal of the Dragon on it.It was something important or the Lord Dragon wouldn't send the letter himself.

It wasn't anything he expected just the plain note to go and take over the Governors seat of New Rhuidean from Rhuark.It was a surprise to him,but he didn't question the Orders of the Lord Dragon.It will be strange to be a Governor,especially of the city where the Aiel's were the main population.They will not welcome the authority of the wetlander.

He sent one of the serving women to pack his things and to bring the chest in the yard.

He will first tell Jessica about this before he leaves.She had the right to know,although the note didn't say anything about the secrecy,it didn't had to.The way he got this order was a secret by itself.No governor did take a place before it was publicly well known.

He found Jessica arguing with newly raised Aes Sedai from the Sea Folk.They stopped when he came close but he could feel anger through the bond.

Young Aes Sedai left when,murmuring something to her chin.It will be well before some of the newly raised learn how to control themselves like the True Aes Sedai.

When he told her about the orders he got she was surprised but eventually smiled.

"I am glad,you've got the place you deserve"

Affection he felt through the bond was not something he could describe with the words.

After death of his wife he thought he could not love anymore.He was fool.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and bow his head a little,just enough to kiss her on the lips.At first she was surprised and tried push him away,but at the end she surrendered,returning the kiss with a passion.

At the end they separated.She was smiling to him.

The Reds may have bonded the warders but still they looked at the men coldly and it was just a few of them who had husbands or lovers.But it was not forbidden anymore like it was to before the Last Battle.

Rhuidean is not so far,he said to her when he noticed her eyes starting to wet.We can see each other every day.She nodded turning around as he leaved.

He wrapped the chest with the flows of air opening the Gateway to the Rhuidean.

He expected the hot air to stun him,but he was surprised to see the rain falling.

It looked like some of the Sea Folk windfinders were sent with the bowl of winds to Rhuidean.

Aes Sedai tried to summon the rain but their weaves didn't work.They said it would need a powerful ter'angreal to make weather here same as in the rest of the world.

One dedicated waited for him on the travelling ground and bowed as he stepped through the gateway.He extended his shield around him without order.

He explained him that the Rhuark was sent as an Ambassador to the Shara along with 13 Aes Sedai and full Asha'man as an escort.He was sent to replace him as Governor untill the Rhuark comes back.

He showed him his quarters which were in one of the old buildings that survived the attack.He was high enough to see whole city from here.Dedicated explained to him that the building was only half finished in the Age of Legends and that they finished it.He could sense the pride in the mans voice.He was one of the Aiel Dedicated now he saw that.

Along with the quarters he got the reports of the Hired men who were working along with the Ogier in rebuilding the city.There were other reports among the papers.Prices of the materials,list of the food storages,water supply,everything that was needed for the city of this size to function properly.He found one of the reports that was about the revival of the Nym so he took that first.

"This should be tempting",he said to himself after he was left to deal with the massive amount of papers.

[GrandpaG]

OOC:  The bowl in Rhuidean...COOL!!!

 

OOC:  Blackhoof should really have fun in the new thread "UP THERE".  Dinosaurs to kill.  A biosphere similar to the blight in places.  Endless possibilities.  And, a remote island to contain the carnage.  Just right.  As for reviving Pherno in this thread...I don't think so.  You can if you feel you have to, but I will not participate.

 

OOC:  Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read the GrandpaG saga beginning in the Last Battle and ending here.  Hope you enjoyed it.  The new thread "UP THERE" will be just for fun.

 

Love,

Gramps

[GrandpaG]

The man finished his soup and handed the bowl back to the mysterious girl who had helped him. She looked no older than 25, but that could be misleading if she was a channeler. Ah, so you DO remember some things the man jumped as a strange voice sounded in his head. "Who are you?" he thought. Who am i? I am you, a previous incarnation of your soul. Came the reply. The voice was raspy, and sounded like crumbling leather, not human at all if the voice was correct."Very well... i suppose thats a better answer than me being crazy."

 

"My names Leah." The girl said, bringing him back to the present. "What should i call you? You can't remember your name." The man said he didn't know. She thought about it for a bit, then said "Hmmm.... how 'bout i call you.... Baren. I had a cat named Baren once. Then it died." she looked sad.

"I suppose Baren will do. Thank you for naming me, Leah." She smiled, and Baren felt his heartrate quicken.... she really WAS beautiful.

 

Suddenly GrandpaG walked into the room. "Now, Leah, lets take a look at the person-" he stopped once he saw who was sitting on the bed.

 

 

"HHHSSSSSsssss!!!".  GrandpaG hissed like a cat staring down a neighbor's dog and reflexively produced a knife in each hand ready to be thrown in the blink of an eye.  "LEAH!!!  What the hell is HE doing here?!?  Is this the "poor lost soul" that you sent me the message about?".  Leah nodded.  "He has amnesia?".  She nodded again.  GrandpaG just grimaced.  His memory of who this person was still burned brightly.  He was sure that he would not forget Pherno for as long as he lived.

 

Without thinking, GrandpaG opened a gateway.  He didn't know where the other end would open up to.  Someplace south of Mayene, he thought.  In the middle of no where.  He quickly tied up the "poor lost soul" with Air and picked him up.  In the blink of an eye he had Pherno neatly deposited on the remote volcanic island where he could not harm anyone.  At least, GrandpaG hoped that the island was uninhabited for their sake.  He let the gateway slam shut and turned to Leah.  "Please find me a wash basin and some strong soap.  Nasty business, that was.".

 

OOC: sorry for being rude before.  I don't mind Pherno being himself.  I just didn't want this thread destroyed.  Hope you understand.  Now.  Let's go have some fun "up there".

[NARISMA]

"I obey the Dragon Reborn only",he said to the Aiel wise one who was sitting on the cushions at the floor and drinking tea.She looked him with those steel blue eyes that commanded obedience.He will not let her take the command of this meeting like she did the first time they've met.Those women rejected his authority since the day he came.If he said that the sun is rising at the east they've would say it was rising on the north just to oppose him.

"The Car'a'carn sent you to replace Rhuark while he is gone not to take over the city like it was yours by the birth right.

He was on a brink to use the power to teach this women a lesson but he gave it up.It was worthless.These people accepted the pain and laughed at it.

"I am not taking over the city,just making changes that will benefit it.

Making the road to a Tree killers land would not benefit it",she said.

"Trade with Kairhien will help the Rhuidean to take part in the politics of the Empire,and the money we earn will certainly be useful.There is lot of mouths to feed,and the workers must be payed from somewhere.

"Have you got no honor",she said with a voice cold like the snowstorm.

"It will be done",he said finally."We will not discuss it anymore.

"She was surprised,but the surprise lasted only a moment before she stood up to leave the room.Nobody treated wise ones like that,not even clan chefs but it was only way to speak with them.

"We shall see wetlander" she said to him before she left.

[Blackhoof]

OOC: Well, i. uh, actually wasn't going to revive him and get him to kill everyone, you see, my plan was for GrandpaG to leave him be, accepting that his memory is lost and he is harmless, Pherno and Leah would fall in love, then Pherno would go through the columns to try and get his memory back (well, the channelers could try to program them to show one persons history and not there ancestors) and,

 

horrified at seeing a movie-type thing of him slaughtering dozens of men, women and children, burning stuff and just generally being an evil prick, (inspired from the scene in the TV show Heroes when the serial-killing, mass murderer Sylar loses his memory and the creepy dude with dreddies reveals it to him, Sylar is horrified and keeps saying, "No... No... No..." over and over and he slumps down to the floor, quite a good scene, really.)  he would seek forgiveness and become an Asha'man. (because, his memory didn't return fully, he just watched a very life-like movie of his life, and so he turns out not evil.)

 

All this time no-one except GrandpaG knew who he really was, because the old Pherno looked very different from new Pherno, so no-one recognised him. He also didn't know he could channel until he went through the columns. I suspect things would get VERY interesting when he and Orbein meet.

 

I promise he won't go on a killing spree. Considering he cant remember how to channel, that will be hard.

 

IC: GRANDPAG! What was that about! He was just a poor lost soul, he just barely survived staggering in from the waste, and then you dump him through a gateway! HOW COULD YOU! I know his haircut wasn't very good, but thats no reason for that! Now, explain yourself! Leah was indignant and outraged.

[Blackhoof]

OOC: I have made a new thread, if anyone would like to know, about conflict in the new age, since grandpaG prefers more peaceful stuff than me, which is fine. Since this is his thread, i will not violate his wishes and be violent, so there is another thread set in the same time for that.