Cairhien RP. LET'S GO PEOPLE. (Open to ALL ranks)

[Wayward_fool]

((OOC: Please read http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,56247.0.html for details.))

 

“No. I do not want to reveal things as is.”  Skechid sighed as he spoke. He was weary of the world. Too much had happened since he last stepped into the Game of Houses, but now as he reread the letter before him, he knew he had no choice.

 

“But, Milord.” The man who spoke was cloaked in black. His cowl hid his face, but Skechid knew who he was. Just as he had always known who each and every one of his Eyes and Ears were.

 

“I will go. And bring a contingent. This scares me too much. House Teobon will not stand if another round of civil war. High Seat Rakin and High Seat Paribus are at the brink of Power. I do not understand why no one sees this as a threat.” Skechid crumpled the letter and tossed it to the fireplace. The flames took it and reduced it to an ash. “There is a House celebration at House Malaen soon, I need an invite. High Seat of Malaen knows my influence and surely will send me an invite. See that the steward gets it and we will attend. We need to get to the bottom of this.

 

“As you say, Lord Skechid.” The man rose and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor beyond.

 

Skechid yawned and closed the door with a flow of Air. He was at the King’s Dagger’s Inn in Caemlyn. A place where he constantly met with his people. The Black Tower was far too dangerous a place for non-channelers. He wore his House colours. No longer a Major House, but not a Minor House either. One on the balance between the two. A good place to be.

 

He locked the door from the inside. The room was rented to him indefinitely. And he had made it his bureau. But it was not a place he would linger at. There was another office that required him. Seizing Saidin, he channeled Spirit and opened a Gateway to the Black Tower.

 

Stepping through he headed straight for his office.

 

 

“Ashaman.” The Dedicated before him saluted, fist to chest.

 

“Gather the men, Patlaine. I want to head out within the hour.” Skechid spoke with a voice cold as ice. It was time for the hands of time to work. It was a time for change.

 

[Kelitor]

Kelitor was working on garbage disposal duty with several other Soldiers when the Dedicated came for them. Garbage disposal smelled revolting, but it was relatively easy, requiring nothing more then that one direct pure flows of fire into the rubbish that couldn't be re-used.

 

So it was that he and another six Soldiers were standing in a loose ring, watching the rubbish crumble to ash when the Dedicated rode up. Automatically, he and the others released the Source and saluted.

 

The Dedicated surveyed the Soldiers coldly, and then the smoldering heap of rubbish they were burning before he spoke:

 

"Leave that. Something has come up, and Asha'man Skechid is ordering us out. You are to gather whatever you need for combat and report, ready for duty, in thirty minutes. Understood?"

 

"Yes, Dedicated." He and the other Soldiers answered in unison. Patlaine nodded and whirled his horse, galloping back the Farm as Kelitor and the other Soldiers broke out in a quick, ground eating lope behind him, leaving the garbage to smolder out.