I'll be on an LoA from Monday, July 26 until sometime in mid-October, for USMC Recruit Training. My projected graduation date is October 22, but that could change depending on possible unforeseeable circumstances like breaking a leg or failing a portion of training. Until then, Visar Falmaien has my permission to NPC my Novice character, Dyrum Alede, until my return.

Alright, so I know I've been away for a while already, but this Monday I leave for Marine Corps Recruit Training. The training is thirteen weeks long, provided I don't do something crazy like break my leg. That said, I'm giving my good friend Visar Falmaien permission to NPC my Novice, Dyrum Alede, until my return sometime in mid to late October. I will do my best to finish up any posts I owe anyone before I leave. Thank you all and wish me luck ^_^

Dyrum muttered furiously under her breath as she worked at scrubbing the soot-stains from the pristine white dress in her washbasin. She hadn’t been long at the Tower, and already she was earning punishments left and right, and for no apparent reason! So she still couldn’t curtsey properly yet, was she to be punished merely for her upbringing? She did her best to be polite and respectful towards all Aes Sedai, most of the Accepted, and even a few of the older Novices, so long as they didn’t rub her the wrong way. On the bright side, if one could see it that way, the abundance of chores set to her as punishments had kept her out of the company of that wretched cow of a roommate, Rytali bloody Basim. Dyrum sniffed hard at the thought of the girl, only to groan in despair as congealed soot painted new black strings on the dress she was cleaning.

All this time working, and Dyrum had barely any more knowledge of the Power than when she’d arrived. That thought brought a sharp gasp from her mouth. Class! Her first channeling class was today! Cursing furiously, most of the words mismatched and misused from her inexperience with them, Dyrum stood up and dried her hands quickly before smoothing out any wrinkles in the dress she was wearing, blessedly free of soot-stains. Stepping hurriedly into her white slippers, Dyrum darted out the door of the painfully small room she and that sow of an Illianer shared, (shared!), nearly slamming the door in her rush to not be late to class. She caught glimpse of a tall and gangly girl, apparently also late from the way she was hurrying, and decided to follow her, for Dyrum had no idea where on earth she needed to be, the Tower could be so confusing. Someone should have given her a map, it just wasn’t proper for one of noble blood such as herself to become lost, after all.

Her small frame proved to her advantage as Dyrum wove through the crowds of Novices, skirting around the scattered groups of Accepted, and trying her best to appear meek and insignificant as she offered her pathetic excuses for curtseys to Aes Sedai, though she was sure at least one of the sisters had caught her with one of those soul-withering glares that only women who had attained the shawl seemed capable of. Dyrum winced, certain she would be hearing from Mistress Pia shortly after this class. Nothing escaped that Light-burned woman’s notice. Nothing!

At last, Dyrum managed to slip into the classroom just behind the taller girl, probably from Andor, unless Dyrum’s nobleborn education was failing her, which of course it never would. Dyrum slipped silently into a desk to the right of the Andoran girl, keeping a close eye on the Accepted at the front of the room, their teacher most likely. Dyrum frowned slightly, a girl of her stature deserved to be taught only by a full-fledged Aes Sedai, one who actually understood every nuance of the Power. But, as complaining had done nothing for her thus far in her stay at the Tower, the Alede child decided this woman would have to do. She watched the woman’s movements, her face, nothing was too insignificant to be noticed when it came to people. However, as the Accepted introduced herself as Amadine al’Varine, an Andoran name, confirmed by the tint of her hair, which was almost unheard of in most other nations. When she asked the Novices to introduce themselves, Dyrum quickly stood up. After all, it was only fitting that she be the first in all things, as befit her noble blood. Subconsciously straightening her dark hair, held back in a tight ponytail, Dyrum allowed a wisp of a smile to touch her face.

“I am Dyrum Alede, of Cairhien, and I was trained by a court bard to play the flute,” her voice was short and almost musical in the rhythm, placing an almost unconscious emphasis on the word ‘I.’ Even as she sat down, girls were falling over themselves to stand up and be heard. She paid them little attention, none of them were worth her notice, though she did mark a few that may have been of noble blood themselves. Those would bear making friends with, as they could prove useful during her stay and after she had attained the shawl. Dyrum paid particular interest to the girl next to her, Alisia. As Dyrum had thought, the girl was Andoran, her height gave her away, and from Caemlyn as well. Another worth watching, though Dyrum couldn’t yet discern if Allisia was an actual noble’s child, or simply claiming to be from Caemlyn in an attempt to garner status, for all that was worth as a Novice.

After the last girl had introduced herself, Accepted Amadine began the lesson. Dyrum listened intently at her warnings, though frankly, the noblegirl thought them to be a little ridiculous. Little more than tales to frighten Novices into not practicing or exploring their potential without strict supervision. That would never do, Dyrum would need plenty of private practice on her own if she was to come of her own. She was sure the sisters would understand. After the Accepted was through trying to bully the Novices into not channeling without supervision, she began the actual lesson, and Dyrum took notes quickly in her short, neat handwriting. She had been taught to read and write from a young age, which was far more than many of the other Initiates of the Tower, or even Aes Sedai could claim. Much of what Accepted Amadine said on the nature of saidar and saidin had already been taught to Dyrum on her way to Tar Valon by the sister who had tested her, but she suspected not every Novice had been so fortunate. Still, she took detailed notes, perhaps she could exchange them for a favor, should a less-gifted Novice need help for any exam over this material.

Finally, the time came, when Amadine gave the girls the order to put down their quills and close their eyes. Dyrum could hardly wait, she could feel her heartbeat kick up several notches in sheer anticipation, though she worked hard not to let it show on her face. She followed the Accepted’s advice, picturing in her mind one of the many beautiful rosebushes the Alede family had kept at their estate. Atop that bush was a single bud, not yet opened to the spring air. Dyrum was that bud, and in her mind she pictured it slowly opening towards the warmth of the sun. Within, she could feel…something…opening toward another kind of sun. And abruptly the light flooded in.

Dyrum opened her eyes with a sharp gasp. Everything was so crisp, so clear! It was as if she had been blind her entire life, and only now truly saw. She could feel every fiber in her poorly-made dress, see every hair on the Andoran girl’s head. She felt so alive, as if she could do anything in the world with only a thought. Dyrum frowned…just how did one do anything with all of this power? Maybe she needed more…. Slowly, Dyrum opened herself to more of the Power, feeling it flood through her. The ecstasy grew to the point of pain, and suddenly Dyrum wondered if there might be some truth to the Accepted’s warnings about the dangers of the Power. Nevermind that now, she needed to do something with all of it…. Abruptly, it was gone, her concentration lost as her thoughts had wandered. The entire world had grown dull and died, but Light, Dyrum simply could not wait for her next opportunity to experience it again!

I should have Dyrum's post up soon, been real busy IRL lately :(

Dyrum cursed furiously under her breath as she dug yet another handful of the disgusting muck from the gutter, tossing it carelessly over the side, just as she had done with Light knew how many other such globules of rotten detritus collected in the Ogier-crafted gutters of the White Tower. With any luck, a few of them managed to hit that wretched commoner Rytali, it was her fault Dyrum was in this situation in the first place after all. She just had to forget the Aes Sedai’s honorific title. They’d been together at the Tower for much longer than Dyrum had any tolerance for the girl, you’d think the simpering servant would learn to remember a simple title. At least Dyrum had managed to figure out the proper way to curtsey to full sisters, it had only taken three trips to the kitchen and a striping from the Mistress of Novices for the young noblewoman to learn that particular lesson.

Regardless, Dyrum was convinced that Illianer had been in league with the Aes Sedai on this one. She had gotten such a light punishment for what couldn’t possibly have been the girl’s first infraction. And then Dyrum herself had earned a punishment for pointing out this injustice! The longer she stayed here, the less she liked it. Forced to do menial, disgusting and pointless slave labor was beneath her blood. The only high points were the classes in which she learned to channel saidar, the female half of the One Power. Those classes were pure bliss, but the others, with their constant repetition of proper grammar, history and geography, things Dyrum had mostly already learned as the daughter of a Cairhienin noble, were utter boredom.

Dyrum took a moment to look down at her poor hands, already growing disgusting calluses from long hours in the kitchens or scrubbing floors, things the servants, of which the White Tower had plenty, should have been doing! Sighing, Dyrum scooped up another handful of the…stuff that seemed to be festering and moving as she removed it from the gutter and dropped it down below, risking a glance downward, smiling in slight satisfaction as it caught that Illianer wench dead in the face. The girl whined and pleaded with the Accepted, Kathleen, Dyrum thought her name was, but from the top of the ladder, Dyrum had a hard time hearing what her fellow Novice was complaining about this time. Letting out a decidedly un-ladylike grunt, Dyrum returned to her task, hoping to finish it as quickly as possible, her hands would take a week’s worth of soaking and soap and water to be properly clean, and the Tower barely provided Novices with that much to bathe their whole bodies! Beneath her breath she went into a long rant as she worked, just wishing the dreadful task would end quickly. Surely they wouldn’t have to clean all of the Tower’s gutters. Would they?

Would be alright for Dyrum to join in on this class as well? I've been away for a while and am still working on getting her req's done up. Her bio is linked in my signature ^_^

Holy shat I've been gone for a while, RL really sucks sometimes. But regardless, I'm back and I agree to it all. R&R for me ^_^

Dyrum smirked as the girl did as she was told and switched places with Dyrum, who promptly turned about to get a better look at the room, her face slowly wrinkling in disgust.. “How can they expect us to learn properly if they keep us in servant’s quarters?” She wondered aloud before casting another withering glare at the servant girl she was being forced to room with. Did the girl have no proper sense of respect for her betters that she would give them such sass? The noble girl’s mouth opened to demand an apology for the Illianer’s impertinence when the commoner spoke up in that absolutely wretched accent of hers.

“Look.  If we be going to live together, you do need to know something.  I be no your servant; nor will I ever be.  You do take care of yourself; I will no scurry around and do whatever you say.  We be both here to become Aes Sedai.  We, as the Mistress of Novices said, be both equals at this point.  You do try to push your scrawny noble self around with me, and you will see where it gets you." Dyrum’s face turned scarlet once more as her jaw went slack in horror. The gall of this girl, speaking to Dyrum as if they were equals! Well, Dyrum would just have to crush that thought before it festered into a real obedience problem.

The noble sniffed, glaring right at the commoner. “We,” Dyrum began with a haughtiness long practiced and handed down in the nobility, “will never be equals, regardless of what Pia Sedai said. It is well known that commonfolk are inferior to those of noble blood in every way, and I’m sure that includes the Power. Whatever illusions you have of becoming Aes Sedai, you’d best spare yourself the heartbreak and dispel them now. They would never allow such rabble as yourself within their ranks. They accepted you for study out of pity, no doubt. And, not to mention, I will not be spoken to with such disrespect, especially not by someone without so much as a drop of noble blood in her filthy common veins. And I am not scrawny you slab-tongued witch!”

Dyrum was absolutely fuming as the Novice escorted her and that…commoner to the room that they would be sharing. The injustice of it all grated at the girl. First off, as a noble she was entitled to her own private space. The nerve of that woman! Being forced to room with anyone was bad enough, but to room with a girl who had lived as a servant her entire life…might not be as bad as Dyrum had initially thought, now that she actually considered it. Back at her father’s manor, any time she’d needed something, the servants had taken ages to get their due to the distance from their quarters to her own. Now, she had a servant right within the very same room! Her face actually seemed to light up at the thought as she continued following the girl in the white dress. She frowned as she noted the area they were passing through. On both sides of the hallway were small wooden doors, plain and unadorned. Surely they were the servants quarters. Dyrum’s rooms would, by necessity be grand and well furnished with everything she would need for efficiently studying.

Suddenly, they stopped in front of a door identical to those along the rest of the hall, small wooden and nondescript. The Novice turned around, gesturing to the door. “Here is your room,” she said plainly. Dyrum’s jaw nearly touched the ground, her face rapidly matching the tint of a Red sister’s shawl. “Th-there must be some mistake,” she spluttered. “These are clearly servants’ quarters. I demand to be taken to proper quarters at once!” Dyrum quickly regained her composure, giving the command as she had seen her mother do on several occasions. The Novice bristled, but otherwise remained calm. “If you are unsatisfied,” the girl said icily, “feel free to take it up with Mistress Lavinya.” That shut Dyrum up in a hurry. It had been clear that the Mistress of Novice had no idea how to properly treat a noblewoman, and Dyrum was in no hurry to be back in that office if she could help it. Instead, the girl simply sniffed as Rytali opened the door, stepping through first.

The room was barely fit to be lived in. Tiny and cramped with two narrow beds, two small desks with uncomfortable looking stools, a pair of ridiculously small closets and, this last caused the young noble to gasp in horror, a single washbasin! For two women! Dyrum nearly fainted right then and there as Rytali moved as if to claim the bed near the wall, which would leave Dyrum the bed at the door, subject to every single draft to come down that hall. The young noble cleared her throat testily, causing the servant girl to look over with a look of exasperation. “You are on the wrong side of the room. I will not be subject to every draft in the hall, nor have my bed slammed by the door every time it opens.” Her voice was sharp and crisp, but the irritation brought on by the room itself was only magnified by the commoner’s silly error. “Move yourself. Now.”

I'd love to do both, though if it came down to a choice I'd prefer a Dream class. Can't wait to see Darin's reaction to that :P

Dyrum Alede

Air: 7

Fire: 6

Spirit: 6

Earth: 5

Water: 5

Strength: 29

Skill: 30

Aw come on Rasheta...show some sympathy :P Dyrum's not crazy...she's just a spoiled, self-righteous little b!tch lol.

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Haha, I'd be more than willing to put Dyrum in an OP class. Just keep in mind, she's had this view her entire life, literally. Change won't come easily lol

*idly cattleprods readers from the shadows...like some kind of sneaky cattleprodding ninja*

Darin's a Wanderer himself still, though if you don't mind another wolf companion tagging along, I'm sure Mistborn would be happy to come :P

Ah, okies, thanks. And I have registered under the same handle as I use here, but it says I'm awaiting staff validation ^_^

Yup yup! That reminds me, last time I was here, I don't think I ever got assigned a concrete weapon score, and as I understand it, a different system is in use at the time. Would anyone be kind enough to post the link here or PM me with the info?

*sneaks into Warder board*

Grats dude!

No, he left them in his tent when he deserted. He doesn't even have the sword anymore, though he has had a new one forged. The wolves call him Snowback though, so some may be able to infer it. Eventually he may have armor made for him and wear the cloak again, though that will be a long way off.

Well he is a former Whitecloak lol

*ninjatackles Serey*

When you get into the stedding I'd love to have some wolfcub fun with you. I promise Darin's not nearly as insufferable as Dyrum lol

Yay!!!

Although in all honesty, the last time I played the character, my handle was "Darin Saine" as well. But seriously, cub chaos anyone?

Just send them in, then you can get your intro thread up and we can start planning massive Novice chaos...erm....learning stuff....yeah >_>

Hmmm, Dyrum could be going through the Library for one of her classes perhaps, I'm hesitant to RP a freeday immediately or her being out in the garden playing her flute would be a definite option.