lol Lii... I suspect this one's a Warder wannabe judging by where he's posted so far. Time will tell.

Welcome to the White Tower!  Looks like you posted this on the pinned thread too so you're absolutely doing it right so far. Bit quiet at the moment but I'm sure there'll be others along to say hi soon enough. Feel free to tell us a bit about yourself and have a wander around the other boards to see what's what. All of the Ajah enjoy visitors.

On 9/3/2019 at 7:51 PM, Cass said:

Group: Band of the Red Hand

CLOSED

 

Choices and nightmares...

Purpose: To fill in the gap in both characters' histories immediately after the DotNM RP arc. Ely was struck down by a fever (aka I was inactive lol) and missed the action. Arya has no idea what happened to Drea, who was like an older sister to her, and she can't ask Mehrin as he was banished by Calder.

Story/hook: Arya decides to try drinking alcohol for the first time as a means to deal with her stress/insomnia. She's not dealing well with recent events being still fairly young. Ely finds Arya in her drunk state, and takes the youngster under her wing. She has an unexpected soft spot for the Band's younger members, feeling some inexplicable sense of responsibility for them.

General Location: The Citadel

Plan: (optional)

Members/Characters Involved:

Liitha - Arya

Tay - Elynde

 

 

Ely wearily scrubbed the back of a hand over grainy eyes, by-passing the camp fires that proliferated around the training grounds. Their brightness was a strain and too much bother to deal with. The remnants of her fever were taking longer to shake off than she'd hoped, interfering with both her training, and her peace of mind. She very much disliked the sense of weakness that still pervaded her limbs. Tonight, her brain was refusing to shut down, to let her sleep, which meant walking was her best recourse; thus her current aimless wandering around the Citadel. She didn't truly want company, but being on the periphery of the usual nightly activity was sufficient to make her feel that she was still part of the life of this place; that she could choose at any moment to leave the shadows and join in.

A smile quirked her mouth at the fanciful notion. She'd never been one for joining in. Her footsteps veered off, taking her further from the lights. The sounds of carousing receded until they could no longer be heard. The black velvet darkness, broken only by faint starlight, spread, enveloping Ely in its silence; comforting, and peaceful. Until someone giggled. And a female voice spoke, too slurred for her to make out the actual words.

She edged forward carefully, the soft mossy ground deadening the sound of her movements. It had to be a Bander. The Gates were securely closed at this time of night, the last patrols already out on their circuits and not due back until morning. But who else would be out here at the reaches of the Citadel's grounds, away from the rest of the company? In all her nightly jaunts, Ely hadn't bumped into another living soul.

Finally, as her eyes adjusted, she could make out what appeared to be a body lying prone in a slight dip in the ground. She hurried forward, the possibility of an accident or worse uppermost in her thoughts.

"Hello? Are you alright?" The total lack of reaction had Ely reaching for the person's arm and feeling for a pulse. Whomever it was, they were still alive. She placed a hand lightly on their rib cage....yes, and breathing too. A quick check provided no obvious injury but, as Ely searched, her hands found a smooth, rounded surface that had her rolling her eyes in disgust. Drunk then! I might have guessed. And out like a light. 

She couldn't tell much about the person. They were clearly female and equally clearly alone. Not a good combination when added to their inebriated state. Safer by far to move her. Well, she's shorter than me and doesn't seem to be carrying much weight on that frame. Maybe I can carry her. I certainly can't leave her here. 

Ely balanced herself in preparation, then began to slide one arm under the woman's shoulders, lifting her up and forwards, talking as she did so.

"Come along, now. Let's get you back to whatever barracks you belong in. Not doing yourself any good lying out here on this damp ground."

With an effort and some careful maneouvering, Ely managed to hoist the limp body over her shoulder. She staggered slightly, caught herself, and turned slowly. She'd taken only two steps back in the direction she'd come when a ear splitting yell broke the silence and the body on her shoulder started to struggle violently.

"Cut that out, you maniac!!" Ely snapped. "I'm trying to help you!"

*laughs* Yes, yes I am.  Like the pic... is that Kat from Shadowhunters? *misses that show*

Don't worry about amending. I can't imagine it will make any odds. 

Yes, effort. Make it *twaps nose* Do.  

She just joined the Club. I get notifications when people do. Check the "Overview" tab, probably says on there.

RP'd before pretty sure. Green iirc.

Fun! Thanks for updating us on your progress, we do like vicariously re-living it through other people's eyes lol.  Do you have a favourite character or scene at this point? 

On 9/14/2019 at 6:13 AM, Taymist said:

Also jumped in. For reference, Kiyi's 85 in the current timeline. I think she's the weakest in the OP though. Don't know if that's going to be relevant but just so it's out there. She's a bit...unorthodox...sometimes.

Ha ha, it's fine. I did mention earlier in the thread ^^. I meant she's young in as much as not old enough to be a Sitter.  Like I said, not a big deal. I just like concrete reference points when I'm RP'ing so things don't suddenly jump out and confuse me. Something that's easily done. 

Also *pokes* don't forget to create Kisa's Character Development thread in the Ajah Quarters board! 

Welcome back, @Taya, blast from the past.  Let me know if you need any help. 

@Arie can you clarify the age thing for me? Your bio for Kisathera states she's 59, which I presumed was her age main timeline since it isn't a novice bio but you referred to Kiyi as being younger in your post. It's not a big deal, I just want to be sure any references I include in the RP actually make sense lol. 

Ta'veren don't simply effect odds though. They influence life threads to create change. They're a focal point for ta'maral'ailen; correcting the Wheel when the weave begins to drift away from the Pattern it's supposed to be following.

They seem to impact the Pattern based on their own personalities and skills, as Lii mentioned. Perrin's ta'veren role seems to be his ability to hold sway over people, so they do /say / react to things they otherwise wouldn't. Mat, on the other hand, does, as you say, twist the laws of chance. That tends to be limited to his immediate environs rather than widespread. 

Rand, however, being incredibly strong, causes lots of unpredictable / improbable things to occur, from throwing the laws of chance out of whack to causing an apple tree to regenerate. It's out of his control, covering anything from a small, local area to being spread much further afield.
 

I may have started writing and forgot to stop lol. Hope that's ok, we shouldn't have too far to go to the Ogier Grove at this point.

The other Sisters introduced themselves to Kiyi as the litter moved off, and she carefully committed their names to memory, murmuring her thanks for the information. Subsequent conversation was somewhat desultory, ease being difficult to come by between complete strangers who had no idea of the others' alignments, interests, and opinions. No doubt they were all watching their words and weighing the other women, as Aes Sedai were prone to do.

The minutes ticked by, progress slowing somewhat after they had circled the White Tower grounds and hit the bustling main thoroughfare that would, eventually, lead to the Ogier Grove before it crossed the Osenrein Bridge. It was filled at this time of day with all shapes and sizes of traffic, and the clearly very experienced litter bearers demonstrated considerable navigational skills as they wound through crowds, past building works, and around the many obstacles that presented themselves.

Kiyi's attention was soon drawn from her companions to the passing world outside, caught up as she always was by the noise, the myriad colours, the stunning architecture, and the sheer variety of life encapsulated by Tar Valon's walls. She occupied herself with watching the crowds, registering changes since her last visit, noting which of her favourite haunts were still in business and which not, and identifying new places of interest. There appeared to be at least two new eateries that warranted her patronage while she was there.

A slight hitch of movement at the periphery of her vision had Kiyi turning her head to fix the trainee walking alongside with a sharp stare, noting how his hand was held close by his weapon. She followed the direction of his watchful eyes and had to agree there was cause for concern. The tension was growing and palpable throughout the gathering crowd.

"Tsk. That simply won't do," she muttered, and rapped imperiously on the roof of the litter with one tiny fist. As the bearers brought the conveyance to an instant halt, she spoke quietly to the other women. "We appear to have an imminent delay up ahead, Sisters. No need to disturb yourselves. A minor matter. I'll deal with it, and direct the men to bring the litter on behind." She didn't bother to add that it was a perfect excuse to get out of such a ramshackle contraption but she thought it!

"Oh? Yes, of course," Astradore responded, seemingly surfacing from some daydream.

Gathering her voluminous skirts in one hand, Kiyi prepared to alight only to find a hand courteously extended before her. Taking it, she stepped carefully onto the street, and raised her eyes up. And further up. And up a little more. And favoured the owner of the hand with a considering look before asking his name.

"Well, Grey, I need you to nod, listen, and generally look intimidating for the next few minutes." Kiyi's face remained impassive but her eyes hinted at suppressed laughter even as she winced self consciously on hearing her own voice; a habit she'd never quite managed to break. "We're going to have a little chat that will hopefully put an end to whatever is brewing here," she explained vaguely and then added wryly, "and I shall try not to break my neck as we do so."

With a quiet instruction issued to the lead litter bearer to follow on at a discreet distance, Kiyi quickly wove flows of Air that would amplify her voice, allowing it to carry clearly without being overly loud. Setting off at a gentle stroll that required Grey to hastily modify his stride to a far shorter length, the dainty Cairhienin commenced a nonchalant flow of seemingly inconsequential chatter.

"... and as I told the Amyrlin Seat on my return, the uproar in Caemlyn was quite the sight to see. All those silly people scared of their own shadows and muttering about ghosts walking. Well, why should that be a surprise, I ask you? Don't we celebrate the feast of Amaetheon on the sixth day of Shaldine every year to remember our dead with joy? Everyone knows the dead are merely spirits and can't hurt the living. Except for the people of Caemlyn it would seem. Poor Adine Sedai... no, I must remember she is Queen Adine now... was quite at her wits' end."

Kiyi turned her head enquiringly up to Grey as though he was about to speak. "Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking... what about all the Palace Guards? And you're absolutely correct. It was nothing but a distraction for the men who would be far better employed dealing with the matters they're supposed to deal with and not running about after people who are behaving like moonstruck lambs instead of civilised folk!" Kiyi allowed disgust and impatience to suffuse her tone, glancing at the crowd from beneath lowered lids. Her rambling conversation was already having an impact with people on the fringes slinking away, pretending they'd never been a part of unfolding events at all.

She took two more steps before coming to a sudden stop as if struck by a revelation. "One of the Yellows in attendance was careless enough then to ask the Mother what she would do if the panic spread to Tar Valon! And do you know what the reply was? Why, the Amyrlin Seat drew herself up, looked down her nose... quite haughtily, I have to say, she's very impressive when she's annoyed...and said in the firmest voice, 'Do not talk such fustian, Daughter. The citizens of Tar Valon live in the wealthiest city in the world. They are protected by elite Tower Guards...' that would be you!" Kiyi inserted, patting Grey's arm, "'... patrolling the streets day and night, not to mention sheltered under the auspices of the White Tower and the Aes Sedai. They would be ashamed to be caught behaving like mud footed villagers. This city has withstood every onslaught imaginable, what are a few ghosts to its brave people?' Never a truer word was spoken."

Kiyi began to stroll once more, ostensibly looking at various shop fronts and passing occasional comments about things she must buy, surreptitiously noting that the crowd had largely dispersed. Women were eagerly engaged in batting their men folk around the ears with imprecations, and sharp words about having told them so, while some men began adjuring their neighbours not to be so wool headed as to listen to people talking rubbish, and hadn't they said there was nothing to fear with Aes Sedai on the doorstep?! Satisfied, she spoke again, "Mother is of course very wise. The people of Tar Valon will hardly be troubled with harmless abnormalities. They know better and will put the residents of Caemlyn utterly to shame! Hmm, I'm sure there was somewhere selling tea in this part of the city..." Finally, she let the weave dissipate.

"Begging your pardon, Aes Sedai," one of the few remaining women curtsied before her while Kiyi put on a polite expression of surprise as though oblivious of the world until that very second. "I couldn't help but overhear like, and I run a small tea shop myself. Only the best quality. It would be an honour to assist you, so it would."

Smiling warmly, Kiyi thanked the woman and gave her name. "That's very kind of you Mistress..? Ah, Mistress Danein. If you could direct some of your mint tea to the Tower, I'd be very grateful and I'll be sure to share your direction with my Sisters of course." She was well aware of how such patronage could impact the woman's business and it would only serve to emphasise the benefits of not annoying the Aes Sedai with silly talk about ghosts!

They had exchanged only a few brief words on the efficacy of certain teas in dealing with headaches when Astradore appeared at her shoulder.

"That was very good, Kiyi," she murmured quietly, then raised her voice and spoke to the townswoman, "Mistress Danein, was it? Tell me, and do be quite honest, have you seen ghosts in Tar Valon? Or do you know anyone who has claimed this?" 

Kiyi held her tongue, slightly exasperated by the bluntness of the questioning. Whites! 

Thankfully, Mistress Danein saw nothing amiss and mentioned in an offhand fashion that rumours of ghosts and other strange occurrences had started springing up all over the city only a week before, initially near Southharbor.  Astradore nodded in satisfaction and Kiyi inclined her chin in thanks, before they excused themselves. Kiyi watched the woman withdraw, deciding she would make a useful contact in future. Looking to the road ahead, it was to find no sign of the crowd that had previously blocked the thoroughfare. She vouchsafed no comment, merely flicking dancing eyes up at Grey before following the White who had already set off after the litter which had passed them a few moments before.

Having progressed further down the road, safely away from their point of origin, Kiyi's overriding passion for education took over, as it was wont to do. She spoke softly, modulating her voice to minimise the ever present smokiness, "A lesson worth remembering, Grey. If you know how to use this," she tapped her head at the temple, "then it will be less necessary to resort to, what will no doubt become, your excellent knowledge of this," she tapped a finger on the hilt of Grey's sword, her face revealing nothing. "A Tower Guard need not simply be able to use external weapons of their trade when they can be so much more. Do not restrict yourself as others do. It will open up vastly more opportunities in future. Ah... and here is the litter!"  

Kisathera was there before them and, once Astradore had settled herself again, Kiyi returned to her earlier perch, encased once more in stillness as the Sisters proceeded to fill each other in regarding all their newly uncovered information. 

...stumbled clumsily into the great chamber containing the ter'angreal.

The full weight of everything she had experienced in the course of the past hours crashed down on her, forcing her to her knees as her mind struggled to contain the pain, the exhaustion and the sheer trauma of the many events she'd survived.

No matter, the thought implanted itself firmly in front of all the memories. I did it. I will be Aes Sedai. I will live the life I've trained for and strived for.

Kiyi drove herself to her feet through sheer force of will as the Mistress of Novice's voice impinged on her awareness.

“It is done. Let no one ever speak of what has passed here. It is for us to share in silence with she who experienced it. It is done.”  The woman clapped her hands again. “Kiyissalle Chevra, you will spend tonight in prayer and contemplation of the burdens you will take up on the morrow, when you don the shawl of an Aes Sedai. It is done.”

A third time Larindrha clapped her hands sharply together before turning and heading towards the chamber doors. Kiyi found herself closely encircled by the remaining sisters, each of them murmuring sympathies and offering Healing for injuries. She accepted it grudgingly, fighting against her own unwillingness to accept aid from those whom she knew had inflicted those injuries upon her in the first place. Understanding that the Sisters had a job to do, that she must be tested to her limits, made it no easier to accept that they had inflicted such pain, such terror and such complete exhaustion on one of their own. It would be long before she could forgive and and longer still before she could forget.

Fully healed, Kiyi murmured her thanks and proceeded to dress. The Grey Sister and the Brown Sister escorted her from the chamber and accompanied her above ground once more, informing her when she asked that she had been in the ter'angreal for nigh on 4 hours. It seemed almost unbelievable that it had been so short a time to live through so much.

They left her at the door to her room, and Kiyi turned the handle in relief, anticipating the much needed solitude. She was equally pleased to find a tray of food and tea waiting for her; welcome sustenance after all her trials. She settled onto her bed with the tray, intent on clearing it before she did anything else.

Yeayy, banner looks awesome. Good job you two. 

Hi there , welcome to the DM RP. Always happy to see new faces. As Arie said, we're small at the moment. People are gradually trickling back which is great and a few new faces appearing too, so hopefully be enough to keep you occupied. Look forward to seeing the bio. 

2 hours ago, Jagen Sedai said:

The Crazy Manipulations one? 

No, I meant the Tar Valon Weakening Wards one, ghosts etc. I'd posted, then Arinth and Liitha both posted. We'd waited to see if either you or Arie wanted to post. It's not a problem though, I can post again if need be.

DM Handle: Hallia

Character Name: Hallia Shessair

Traditional or a Salidar Novice: Traditional

Age (Traditional = 14-19 / Salidar = 20-70): 16

Nationality: Kandor

Physical Description: Hallia’s hair is golden blonde with lighter highlights where the sun has lightened it. It hangs loosely about halfway down her back when not held back with a plain ribbon. Her eyes are large and blue-grey, framed with long lashes a shade or two darker than her hair; her eyebrows are somewhat lighter, between the two in color. Tanned from her time spent outdoors. 5'7'' in height. Her voice is low-pitched and pleasant, but alas, she cannot carry a tune in a proverbial bucket.

Other: Hallia is tall for her age, with a heart shaped face and a newly formed scar marring her right thigh.

Personality: Hallia possesses a quick mind and a love of healing, albeit with herbal remedies. She is compassionate and thoughtful of other people’s feelings.

Special Skills: A good amount of herbal knowledge taught to her by her mother, as well as the ability to read and write.

Weaknesses: An idealist to a fault, Hallia tries to see the best in people, even if it is not truly in them, which has caused disappointments in the past. Hallia does not do well with personal failure. If she fails at something, she berates herself for not succeeding and can sometimes obsess on ways to fix these failures.

Character History

Hallia was raised in a village about half a day’s ride from Canluum. Her mother, Laeral, was a healer for the town, and was training Hallia to be her successor. As Hallia grew up her mother’s health began to fail, so it fell to her to gather the herbs needed to practice healing. Hallia loved wandering the hillsides for the herbs her mother would send her out for, enjoying doing so for the freedom, and later for the herbs themselves once she began to learn the trade in earnest.

Sometimes though, especially in summer, it was easy for Hallia to lose track of time and stay out longer than she had intended. This didn’t alarm her though; she knew the hilly lands around her village well, and one day returned just as night was falling. Coming over the top of the hill and into view of her village, she was horrified to see it was under attack by Trollocs. She tried to backpedal out of sight, but it was too late; one of the Trollocs caught sight of Hallia and gave chase. Hallia took ran desperately towards the small stream near the edge of the forest, splashing through it to take shelter in a small hollow eroded in the bank on the far side.

Fear kept her in the small space until dawn the next day. Ignoring the gash on her outer thigh from climbing into the hollow, she made her way back to the remains of the village, where she saw others who had fled to survive making their way back cautiously as well. Upon reaching the house she shared with her mother, Hallia found her wounded and, although she tried her best to heal Laeral, she failed. As she cradled the body of her mother, anguish ripped through her. She had failed her mother the worst way imaginable, maybe if she had known more, she could have helped her? Later that week, when the dead were buried and the village was rebuilding, a party of travelers rode through the village; Aes Sedai travelling from Chachin. While the Aes Sedai stopped to rest, a Yellow sought out the remains of Hallia’s home. Laeral had been one of her eyes-and-ears, and when the Aes Sedai asked if she would like to be tested, Hallia eagerly agreed.

The Aes Sedai produced from a pouch at her waist a small firedrop and told her to empty her mind and concentrate on the gem. After a short while of following her instructions she thought she saw a flicker in the depths of the gem. Hallia was told she could learn to channel, and could accompany the Yellow to Tar Valon. She accepted, for there was nothing left here for her, and maybe, if she became Aes Sedai one day, she would learn to heal what she could not with herbs.

Think the only other one is the TV Wards thread but only if you have time. I can post to it again to keep it going.

Don't panic, lovely. Life happens. Was it maybe Odd's 100 weaves? He returned recently and had his Viviane doing hers on the retro board. 

Yeah you can ignore the Form link if that's what you mean, the bio email submission will be sufficient.

Think I found the bit that was the problem. I've added it into the Bio Info post now. It was on the private board. You'll get access there too once your bio is approved.

Hmm it may be because a link goes to the private TV board or to a thread that's been archived, I'd need to know what exactly it is you can't see so I can fix it. Everything in those threads should be visible. We just moved to these boards at the start of August so I'm still finding links now and then that aren't hooked up.

Welcome to DM. Make yourself at home. Enjoy exploring, and do check out the Clubs on the tab up there ^^^^.