Gorgeous, LG! Those flowers are all so pretty and the beach looks so clean.

If Kyn's ok with it, I am. He's the Warder Head.

Yeayyy! I'm totally 'shipping those two, can you tell?  They're so cute together.

Awesome, sounds good. :)

Ahhh that makes sense. Thanks, Mat. Wasn't a problem, just curious. Glad Nox has his friend back now... go forth and entertain me, my dears. 

The kiss was unexpected, catching her unawares; and it told her everything she needed to be told at that moment. It wasn't forceful, nor yet demanding, or indeed any of the things that might have brought her doubts sharply into focus. Instead it was gentle, respectful. A light, teasing promise of what would come to be; a silent vow that whatever this was between them, it was neither brief nor casual as she had feared.

And it curled her toes more surely than the former could ever have done.

It was over all too soon, and Ely tried to gather her wits enough to listen to what Arinth was telling her. You're turning into a milk sop. Stop grinning at him like a lovesick fool! His words weren't calculated to help with that internal instruction, her heart tripping over its beat as he confirmed how serious he was. Enough. You both feel it. The rest... time will take care of the rest.

A loud crash and muffled thud behind Arinth had them both turning their heads, to discover the source of the disturbance. A cavalryman, collapsed on the floor and being picked up by his brothers-in-arms was the scene that met their curious looks. Such commotions were hardly unusual in the Citadel's bars, and it might be expected not to occasion much comment. Ely, however, was immediately struck by the fact that it was far too early for anyone to be quite so inebriated. None of the other occupants of The Red Rascal had been there as long as they had. Something nagged at the back of her mind and she frowned, trying to capture it.

A rowdy night of drinking games...her unheard of reaction the next morning...Arkin's laughing face... her voice demanding to know what he'd done to her drink...the men at the Lodge suffering even as she suffered, long into the day when hangovers should have been gone... two medic's assistants talking statistics in a corridor ...soldiers dying in unusual numbers...talk of the fermenta...

There was a sound like tumblers clicking into place as each memory coalesced and fell into order with the others.

Another man fell to the ground, groaning and looking to be in some pain. But what Ely noticed about him had her gripping Arinth's shoulder tightly. She turned back to him, debating how much to say. Tell him everything, that inner voice prompted. "Trust me?" she queried softly. He nodded instantly, his eyes questioning. "That man is more than simply in his cups. See how his nose is bleeding...heavily?" He checked with a casual glance backwards and nodded sharply again. "I need to speak with Nowal sooner rather than later. Stay here and wait for me, or come with me if you will, but leave it a few minutes after I'm gone. Whatever you do, this is just a normal evening and nothing is wrong at all."

Ely stood casually, stretching, as if in no hurry whatsoever. When she moved away from the table, it was with a step calculated to distract any red-blooded male. There was a knack to rolling your hips just so, and it wasn't the most comfortable thing to do with the wound she currently sported across one of hers. But it was effective, very effective, and she could carry it off with an air of complete unconcern. If people were staring at her rear, they weren't watching what she was actually doing. She paused briefly behind one of the cavalry soldiers who still seemed sober but she didn't look directly at him. Her gaze wandered around the rest of the bar as if searching for someone or something, and she spoke with barely moving lips.

"Private. Don't look at me and don't speak. Let's just accept that I outrank you and you're going to do exactly as I say. Now, get that man to the medics as soon as you can. Find CMO Engerran. Grey hair, older man, a little forgetful. Tell him Corporal Sidoro said 'corenroot'. Got that?" A quietly murmured agreement was all she waited for before continuing on her route, conscious of the eyes that followed her progress. Or at least the progress of her hips.

She came to a sassy halt before the two bouncers standing either side of the bar's door. "Jak. Rab." Her eyes twinkled at the two men and they both grinned appreciatively before Rab turned back to watching the room.

"Evenin' Ely," Jak greeted her quietly, "what tricks be you playin' orf? It do no be like you callin' attention to yersen, not thatta way leastwise, ne'er 'tis."

Ely laughed. She was almost certain that was more words than she'd ever heard the man say before in one sentence. She slapped him on the shoulder as if they were simply sharing a joke. "Don't worry your head about it, my friend. Do me a favour, make sure those cavs get out of here quickly but with as little fuss as possible. I'm going to speak with the boss. But have a think, both of you. If you've seen any strangers hanging around in the past week or two, I'd like to hear about it later."

Rab nodded briefly, clearly listening to the exchange if not participating, and Jak winked his understanding, "That do no' be a hard ask, lass. We'll be here iffen you need. Don't we always be havin' your back, so?" Ely rose up on tip toe to plant a kiss on the man's cheek.

"Always, Jak. Always," she responded with a warm smile. "Nowal's upstairs?" At his agreement, she turned away, laughing at him again, over her shoulder, as his hand slapped her rump. She threw one word back at him, "Rascal!" and his own laughter followed her as she took the first set of four stairs in two long strides.

Ely quickly rounded the bend towards the second flight, knowing that it would, thankfully, take her beyond the view of the room below. She took a moment, leaning against the wall, breathing deeply, and recovering from her antics. Her back was playing merry hell, protesting every movement. She shouldn't have really pushed so hard on her first day out of the medical wing but how could she ignore any of today's events?

She didn't dare look around the corner to see whether Arinth was following or not, so she gave it a few moments then continued on up the second flight of stairs, followed by a third, which brought her to an unusually solid looking door. She knew it would be locked. Nowal was no fool. His security was tight and he protected his valuables well. It made all these goings on niggle at her even more.

She heard a heavy step on the stairs below, the frisson of warmth that ran up her spine telling her who it was without even looking. The silence was deafening as he stopped behind her and she knew he must have questions about her behaviour. But he'd said he trusted her and to give him his due, whatever he was thinking right now, he held his tongue. She raised her hand, rapping a short tattoo on the door with her knuckles. It would sound random to anyone not paying attention but was, in fact, a specific series of short and long knocks without which there would be no entry.

Nowal, looking every inch the prize fighter that he used to be, opened the door to them himself, ushering them into a surprisingly luxurious room that served as an office come reception. "Ely!" the man looked delighed, enveloping her in a hug that was gentle despite his size. It still made her wince at the undue pressure on her bruised shoulders. He noticed her reaction, withdrawing immediately, offering a quick apology, and holding her at arm's length for a good inspection. "Are you well then? Should you not still be in bed?!" 

"I'm well enough, Nowal, my thanks. I'll come visit you again and fill you in. For now, there's trouble afoot. This is Arinth. He's my.... ," she found she had no idea how to express what he what he was to her, and rushed on, "...friend. Infantryman like myself. You can trust him." If Nowal noticed her hesitation, he gave no sign. "I need you to ask Janya to bring us two samples of each of your ales. The first lot should come straight from the taps, the second straight from the barrels...on separate trays."

Nowal didn't bother asking for an explanation, simply leaving the room to arrange matters. What Ely asked for in this establishment, she got. She caught the look on Arinth's face, reading his surprise at the lack of argument. Another explanation she was due him. They were mounting up and she wondered how long it would take before he asked questions that she'd have to answer. And more importantly, how long it would be before he got answers that he didn't want to hear...

Mean to say Lii, you have a name on your training thread for Celerita which I bumped. Wasn't sure if it was for her companion or her own wolf name but you might want to check it out as a reminder. 

3 hours ago, Oddpositions said:

Lot of big changes this last year (I'm married now, for instance!) and I got distracted. 

Ohhh that's awesome, big congratulations to you! Wish you every happiness.  

I thought Merdyn's last known location was with Nox, the Band and WK during the inter div RP? Was there a TV based one placed after that timing?

You're good to go, Odd.  You can pick all your bios up where you left off. The activity's been steadily picking up over the last 2-3 months so you arrived at a good time. Nothing major has happened that would cause any issues to you jumping right back in. Check out the main RP board and you'll see what all's been active. 

@Oddpositions ! Welcome back. Where have you been hiding?! Thought we might have lost you for good.

Score and post count updated and approved. ~Tay~

Aislyn made a soft sound of sympathy and removed the cup from Erita's hands before holding them in her own, squeezing the fingers gently. 

"Now, if you need to shed tears, little one, that's just what you should do. There's no shame in grieving the lives and people we are forced to leave behind. Nor those who leave us. No shame at all. You are quite, quite safe here. Nobody is going to make you do anything you really don't wish to do," she reached over, patting Erita's cheek softly, with a reassuring smile. "Now how about you finish this food, and then I'll take you to a lovely room where you can have a bath and put on some fresh clothing? I do have to check you over, as much to make sure that you will pose no threat to the other 'kin as for your own health. But it will be very quick, I promise. You certainly look healthy enough so far and I don't foresee any real problems. Then you may sleep or go out to explore a little." 

The Sage paused, considering the young girl. "Would you like to stay here with me? We have several empty bedrooms at present. They're kept for Wanderers to use. Or you could go to the Barracks if you'd prefer. Though I have to say," she dropped her voice in a conspiratorial whisper, and winked, "my cooking is far superior to what you'll get there!" 

(OOC: If you're happy enough and don't have anything else specific to cover, just do your reply stating where you'd like to live for the moment, consider this thread done and move on. :) )

Just now, The Thin Innkeeper said:

Thanks! I used to hang out on the old D&D boards, but they became very, very toxic so I trotted off.

 

Didn't they just? It's why Jen and Jason decided to close them down recently. I used to avoid them like the plague.

Welcome back, as Elgee said, the name rings a bell. Good to see members returning. 

Name: M'bela was Askari

She is sometimes known as Daria Alviam.

Age: 230+ in main plotline

Skin tone: Brown

Hair color: Black

Height: 4.9 feet (6 feet when finish growing)

Weight: 127 pounds (174 pounds when finish growing)

Eye color: brown with a yellowish touch in them

From: Cairhien

Talent: Dreamwalker Score 15

Special Items: A'dam

OP Strength: 26, OP Skill: 34, Potency: 60, F 5, E 5, S 8, A 4, W 4

Character History

M`bela was an orphan in her first few years, from what she could remember of them anyway. She lived at a home for such kid until the age of 9, then she ran away and lived by stealing. She would snap up whatever it was she wanted and use her long powerful legs and her clever head to outrun and trick her pursuers, and if that wasn't enough she would use her secret ability. At the age of 7 she had, for the first time, discovered that she was able to knock things over without touching them. She had no control over the ability but whenever she really needed it things just fell over by themself. Up to the age of 13 she never got caught. Then one day, as she had stolen a simple purse, she ran right into a person as she turned into a small alley. Within seconds she found herself dragged inside a house with a hand over her mouth. She listened as her pursuers ran past the house she was in and continued down the alley, away from her and whomever was holding her. Whomever it was that held her in such a tight grip had saved her from those pursuers but M`bela didn't at the moment know if this was a good or a bad thing.

M'bela since then traveled to the Fortress. She learned from Jileyna in her early years, and after she had been raised into the ranks of the Dreadlords, she slowly came to learn she had more than the skill of channeling.

She would wake up with wounds from dreams which seemed almost too real. She knew little of this world though she learned some basic things by herself. Excelling was something she didn't do, nor did she gain understanding until she met the Dreadlord Thaminor. He explained things to her; that the world of dreams was more then a dream and she had a Talent to be able to walk it, as well as teaching her how to use her Talent.

She makes good use of her Talent to gather info, and to get to people she needs to pass messages to. It becomes her favourite domain, and she enjoys becoming good in it as with everything else she does.

From time to time she will go back to the Fortress to help train others with the ability to channel.

In time it will be the place where, centuries later, she meets Semirhage and comes into her service, as well the place she stumbles upon Wolfkin and wolves making enemies, and slightly comes to have respect of wolves.

Under Semirhage she raises to the rank of Mae’Shadar.

She missteps and gets caught as a damane, and after that the world of dreams is her free place and the place she seeks through to find her mistress in order to gain help getting her freedom back. Slayer helps her escape and they leave Seanchan through Tel'aran'rhiod in flesh. She brings with her the a’dam she was freed from as, while she detests it, she also sees the use for the object.

In the aftermath, she also has a run in with Sirayn in the dreamworld, and gets the upper hand on her. Which later, when she finds her son who does not want to abandon his CotL upbringing, and she is in a bind for a babysitter leads her to drop him on Sirayn temporarily. She later moves her son to the farm (Matalina's place). Having moved her son around he eventually escapes.

She was part of the Shadow's withdrawal from Kandor, though she hadn't stayed there, she traveled in to help out as Sammael was aligned with Semirhage whom she served.

After the creation of the Gate to the Blight (previously Arafel and Shienar) she now serves running one of the regions.

Another Blue Sister whom I don't see on the list.

Senette Nadari, newly Raised last year, Lavinya's character: Oaths

September 2019

The Weakening Wards of Tar Valon - A group of Aes Sedai and Warders/Tower Guards investigate the problems around Tar Valon from weakening wards to ghosts walking the streets. (Book 11 RP)

Historical and Retro RP's

Pieces of a Dream - Kiyi's 100 Weaves

Oaths/Raising To The Shawl: (Add link once completed)

Character Name: Kiyissalle Chevra

Current Titles: Aes Sedai

Age: 85 current timeline

Bio: Link - complete with 2019 update, Approved & CC'd 31/01/2008

Character Details: Kiyi is only 5ft 2". She's Cairhienin. Her hair is coppery brown, curly and falls to her waist when not pinned up. Her eyes are lavender grey. Other Sisters who've had the chance to get to know her would be aware she has a spectacular temper, though it takes an amazing amount of provocation for her to lose it. They'd also know she remains self conscious about her voice and the damage done to her throat.

She was a Novice for 6 years and Accepted for 3 years.

Her room mate was Esther Tremaine (Elgee).

Her closest IC ties are to Carina Sedai of the Brown (they were Novices together but, as with Esther, Carina was Raised before Kiyi; unlike Esther, Carina's friendship with Kiyi more than survived that separation) and Nynaeve Sedai of the Yellow (her IC mentor).

She has spent little time in the Tower since being Raised and is generally seen as quirky, eccentric and unorthodox. She does, however, firmly believe in doing the right thing. This has mellowed somewhat over the years but is still an intrinsic part of her make up.

She's an expert in Daes Dae'mar and a keen observationist.

Her tendency to travel around alone is somewhat frowned upon but she hasn't found the person she can stomach as Warder... yet. She does fully intend to bond.

Her cause and passion: freedom of education and dissemination of information. She believes education removes ignorance, which in turn can save the world.

Aislyn nodded as though Erita's words all made perfect sense.

"I'm sure it was very trying and lucky that Erik was able to assist you. Few of the Wolfkin like cities. We tend to keep very much to ourselves here in the Stedding. Those who don't mind so much usually become our Watchers, out in the world gathering news and such." 

A knock at the door brought in one of the apprentices, complete with a tray laden down with bowls of vegetable soup, large soft rolls smothered in hot butter, and a covered pot of tea. Having seen that the tray was placed safely on the scrubbed wooden table in the centre of the room, Aislyn nodded appreciation to the girl who then withdrew.

"Now this is more like it, do you not think, Erita? Hot food and a full belly are always a help in feeling better about things I find." She smiled. "Help yourself to however much you'd like, dear. There's plenty more."

Aislyn busied herself pouring two cups of steaming tea, and sweetening them with a little honey. She placed one before Erita and leaned back, sipping on her own. "I'm sure Erik must have explained to you that, while we never force people to stay here with us at the Stedding, you're very welcome to make your home here with us. We have all come from very different places, different backgrounds and, often, very bad experiences. But the Stedding is a healing place and we've built our own family."

The Sage was feeling her way carefully. Years of experience with new Wanderers and handling awkward patients gave her some instinctive insights. "You will find no judgements here, Erita. Nobody will trouble you for your history if you prefer not to speak of it. Questions only ever come out of friendly interest. Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

The process repeated, over and over and over again. Kiyi would find herself in some unexpected or unfamiliar place, spend an unknown amount of time being battered by traumatic, dangerous, sad, or simply puzzling events, and then make her steady way towards yet another six pointed star. Each time, certain indubitable facts remained. She could not channel until she stood in the first star, she must not hurry nor tarry, and each weave was completed in its preordained place in the order set before the second star appeared. Why those things must be, she didn't even question. They were simply incontrovertible truth.

Memory of previous events did not stay with her but she did begin, naturally, to feel the physical results of the exertions upon her body. Her wondering about what had caused her to feel so completely exhausted, so drained emotionally, cropped up more often as her trial continued within the ring, regardless that she'd already forgotten the previous wondering herself. Yet she knew she could show no weakness, that her focus must remain on completing the weaves.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Kiyi stepped through the star once more... and found herself on a cliff top. Naked. Bleeding from a multitude of cuts to her legs. Her back lacerated. Stings on her arms. Arms that were carefully cradled around her baby daughter.

A puzzled frown knit her brow. The cuts looked like they'd come from knives; the wounds' edges sharp and clean. But that couldn't be possible when they were so small and so numerous. Where had so many injuries come from?

She shook the pesky questions away as a glimmer of something silvery caught her eye and she looked to her left. An odd place to find a pile of clothes. She glanced around but found no other people in the vicinity. Some traveler dropping items from a cart? It seemed unlikely so far from any obvious road or habitation. The sound of the surf against rocks intruded on her awareness.

Ahh, smugglers perchance. Ill gotten gains from a foundered Sea Folk cargo or the like. No doubt there were plentiful rocks under the waters hereabouts. Plausible.

Anira slept peacefully and, though loathe to let her go even for a second, Kiyi placed her carefully on the grass while she herself dressed. She was already preparing to put the matter of the clothes out of her mind, collecting her daughter back into her loving embrace, and moving toward the cliff edge. But when she reached it, sure enough there were rough hewn steps leading down to the golden sands below. Kiyi nodded to herself in satisfaction. She was so very tired that it seemed a treacherous route to attempt, particularly with Anira's safety to consider, but with nothing else to be seen up here, there were few options available.

Kiyi's heart overflowed with love for the tiny being she held. A joy unlooked for. She removed the shawl she now wore and wrapped it closely around the infant in something approaching a carry sling, securing it then about her own neck, before she ventured her first steps down the incline. She placed her left hand against the rock face for reassurance and balance both. The descent seemed never ending and Kiyi's calf muscles protested, cramping tightly by the time she finally gained the soft sands of the narrow beach. 

She gently unwrapped Anira again and, satisfied the tiny girl was happy and settled, then raised her head to take a good look around, only to find a group of familiar people awaiting her. The unsettling conviction that they hadn't been there a moment before flitted through her mind and was dismissed as ridiculous. She walked forward smiling, greeting her parents, her aunt, and the man who had given her the new life she held.

"Alarun," she acknowledged warmly, relinquishing Anira into her father's waiting arms, smiling at the sight of them together. "Why are we gathering here? I don't recall the arrangement."

Alarun's expression changed from welcoming to distant as soon as he had his daughter in his possession and Kiyi then noticed that the rest of the family had moved back, away from her, and were indeed still taking backward steps. She wasn't sure who set up the shout first but within seconds all she could hear, from all directions, was a shout of "WITCH! WITCH!"

Bewildered by the sudden turn of events, dread and fear choked her throat as she watched her child carried from her. When she took a step forward, intent on retrieval, a six pointed star coalesced directly in her path. The impetus to weave was everything and so she stepped up to the star, managing her flows carefully, wholly focused on the task. A shower of beautifully shining, colourful flecks rained down around her as she completed the 100th and final weave...and a second star appeared slightly to her right.

Kiyi's anguished gaze chased after her retreating husband and daughter but her face remained smooth as her legs carried her, not towards them, but onward to the star that she absolutely had to reach. With an unhurried pace, she passed under it and...

Not had time to jump on Discord, will try to at some point. You did just fine with your post, toots.

Ha ha. Gotta love a bit of Outlander. I suspect your own accent is broader than mine if you're a west coaster. I'm a Fifer born and bred, but I've been away longer than I ever lived there now. Over in Livi at the moment. I just like to indulge on the forums and confuse the sassenachs.  Sleep well, and enjoy your look around tomorrow. Don't hesitate to shout if you need anything, usually plenty of us staff around to help.

Quicker if you tag folks. @Arie @Matalina @_Kynwric_  Not sure who else has full rank active Warders. Elessar does but he tends to RP in specific personal dev threads. Hopefully one of the others will have answers for you.

What can I say? Somebody bribed me to join in using very underhand methods. 

It'll give us more flexibility for fun and games and probably more room for Arinth to develop his char if there's a full rank TG or Warder along. Given development is usually predicated on learning something, that's easier with others to play off. Jump away in Lii. *huggles* You owe me a cuppa by the way. Pretty sure that's at least 3 days you've missed now. I are feeling neglected.