*looks around*

wow, lots of people posted...

not bad, not bad.

Managed to silence Danian for now, because I pointed to your name, which is Adawyn, not Deneira. Now he's looking around mutturing "Where the **** did Dene go?????"

And of course I'm sitting here laughing at him. *shakes head* anyway, I have been waiting almost THREE WHOLE DAYS for this bio to be posted and CC'd, so you had better be fun to RP with.

*snorts cuz he already knows the answer to that question*

*jumps in*

*smacks noy* God, Noy! How did you miss this one??? It's all your fault and in no way shape or form mine!

*runs away from isha*

hey christine...

Voice in my head: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I HAVE THE POWER, NOT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL OWN YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL PAY, DENE... PPPPPAAAAYYYY!!!!!

Me: GOD DAM IT DANIAN, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!

sorry about that... guess seeing you vulnerable was just too much for him to take...

*eyes covai* errr... right... guess I'll just...

*runs away*

59) because theres mega man here

command

quazmakerslizm

*is wary of Muir's incarn amazingness*

errr.... any chance that you can post again?

omfg, how did I miss this, I check these boards almost every day *shakes head*

Ok, I came up with an excuse, I was stalking you so that you wouldn't see me *nods* yeah, that's good!

*licks* err.... *steals away his rahvy poo that way they can do certain activities that other members of the SG div don't do with him*

Like yatzee!

56. becasue I look at it more than any other ooc planning, and I'm not even a part of it!

Danian felt the tears spill out of his eyes when he was being beaten. Light, I have to beat her, I just have to! Danian wanted nothing more right now that to kill her. Danian wanted to feel her die, watch her die and know that he had caused it. These thoughts scared him; Danian had never felt hate this strong before. This evil woman's tauntings and jeering seemed to make him go crazy. Danian wanted to lunge, and feel his blade rip through her throat, her head, her anything! As long as he hurt her, Danian was ok.

Danian was disarmed, and he was furious. She pointed to another wooden blade, and said: "Grab it, now you crippled." Danian lunged for it, and as blows seemed to come from every direction, the evil wench said: “Do your forms. I will block them like I am supposed to. You mess up, and you will get hit. DO IT!â€

Danian tried to do all of the forms, he really did but is just wasn't enough. Still, he was beaten and beaten. Danian just wanted to curl up into a little ball; blows were coming from every direction. Danian gave a small cry, light, he was in so much pain. Still, Danian resisted, but all of the pain he had ever experianced was nothing compaired to this. Perhaps he had led a pampered life, maybe he truely did not belong in the Yards. He was just a crippled wreck, he couldn't do anything.

Danian stood and tried to block the blows, but nothing worked, oh light, now he truely knew what pain was.

ooc: ok, since my mentor (nynaeve) should be posting now, this will just be a short one. (it seems that the MoN is switching very often.

IC: Meria listened intently as the Mistress of Novices spoke. "These are yours now child, you are to keep them well mended and clean at all times." Sitting fluidly once more, she clasped her hands before her on the desk. "I have sent a note for your mentor to join us, but until she arrives, let us discuss the rules, shall we?" Meria listened intently and heard as there was a knock on the door. She turned her head to face the door, and the Mistress spoke: "Enter." Meria wished to see who would come in.

IC: Danian was training. Well... really he was just failing misrably while Deneira kept saying repeat, repeat, repeat. Every time he messed up and every time she said repeat. He would stand training all day until she decided that he should go back to his room.

It had been like this for the last two months, ever since their first training. Honestly, it was hard to learn anything like this. Toran was irritated, not only at this training, but Deneira's taunting. Danian had kept his temper for two months, enduring torture, and he was not sure how much more he could take.

Danian was in the middle of a form, doing fairly well, when Deneira spoke. "My brother could do that better, and he is six feet under" It was not the individual coment that set him off, it was the whole. Danian had endured insults like these for months now, and he was sick of taking it. He had had enough.

Danian stopped mid-form and retaliated. "Well, my brother can do the forms better than you, and not only is he a trainee, he's a blind trainee." Danian sneared at her, but knew that he had done the wrong thing. Her eyes flashed and took on a dangerous tone.

"Do I have to show you how to do the forms again? This time maybe if I do them on you you will finally get them right." Danian's eyes flashed and he raised his lathe, and Deneira raised her's also.

At that moment, Dorian decided to pay Danian a visit. Danian knew that Dorian could not see them, so Danain said: "Dorian, leave, I have to beat this wench." Danian saw Deneira's eyes narrow even further, and barely heard Dorian's protests. It didn't matter, all that mattered was beating Deneira.

When Dorian finally left, Danian spoke again for Deneira seemed to want him to make the first move. "Really, Deneira, it's a pitty that all of that beauty is wasted on you, beauty and evil don't go together well." That seemed to spark more anger inside her, and Deneira attacked him.

Danian fended off the first few blows but eventually she broke through. Tears of frustration and pent-up anger leaked from his eyes. Danian wanted only to strike her, even once. With tears in his eyes, Danian spoke. "I'm sick of you, I won't let you boss me around anymore. You are a wench and a monster, the day you die will be the happiest day of my life."

ooc: not the best, but I think it works.

Danian carried Faile, walking aimlessly, anywhere he went would be fine as long as she was there. Danian would go to the Pit of Doom if Faile was there. Danian knew that he would be happy as long as he was with her.

A small voice in the back of his head was telling him that he had only known the girl for two days, to wait before making exclamations like this, but Danian didn't care. All he could see was Faile, all he could feel was Faile, and all he could feel was Faile.

Danian stopped, and realized that if they were caught, Faile would most likely be sent away. Although it was the hardest thing that he had ever done, Danian set her down on her feet.

"Listen, Faile, all I want is to hold you and keep you in my arms, but I can't bear the thought of you being sent away because of my..." Danian seached for the right word, "...obsesion. Faile, I don't care what happens to myself, but if you get sent away because of me, I would kill myself. The thought of me causing you to loose all of your dreams... it kills me."

Danian looked her in the eyes and preyed that she would understand.

“Well, then, lets begin.†Her smile was more of a smirk. “You say that you have trained before. I am guessing, then, that you would know the basic guard stance.†Danian nodded and moved into it. She did too. “Good. Now, I want for you to do as I say. Assume perform Unfolding the Fan, then move into Lion on the Hill. From there, you can step into Arc of the Moon, and turn it into The Falcon Swoops. Finish up with Folding of the Fan. Got that?†Danian stared at her, and Deneira clapped her hands together. “I said, do you have it?â€

“Honestly, you say that you once was taught, with your brother too. Don’t tell me you need him with you to perform. What is he, your security blanket? You are training to be a warder now, and we must destroy these weaknesses. Weakness number one: you cannot perform when given a simple task. Weakness number two: you cannot follow orders from your superior. Weakness number three: you need either your brother’s approval or your brother’s guidance in order to work with a weapon… need I continue?†He shook his head, and she took a few steps away from him.

“Now, remember what I told you, and watch as I do. When I am done, I hope you at least remembered some of it. I will repeat it two more times. By the time I am done, I want for you to be able to repeat it. If you feel like you look like a fool, no worries, because you do, and you will. I hope you came prepared, boy, because I am going to work you to death.†Danian observed very carefully as Deneira’s hand went to her scimitar, and swung it out, stroking the blade smoothly across her chest.

Danian watched with contempt as she slid smoothly through the forms, with a grace that, although he hated her, Danian repected. She handled the blade as if it was an extention of her hands, making her arms longer. The scimitar went into a slash, up and over, and Danian noted that it was as though she was beheading an imaginary opponent. Deneira's arm thrust forward, and she twisted her wrist smartly and persicely, and then her body moved back to guard. The blade whipped as it was sheathed, and Deneira paused for a moment, her hand still at her hip, able to draw once again at any time.

“Watch closely, because that was the first of three times.†Danian observed carfully and noted all of her movements carefully. Danian's face tightened. Deneira truely was mindblowingly beautiful, and it was a true shame to have that beauty wasted on such a heartless and merciless person. Once she finished, she walked to him, and her eyes had lost the emotionlessness that they had had during her training, and now they resumed the cold hatred of before, complete with a snear. Danian wanted for the life of him to put his sword through her, but he listened, and waited instead. “Do it. If you cannot, then I want for you to try. You can never accomplish anything unless you try.â€

Danian stared at Deneira, who would be very sad to know that he had been observing every movement and shift that she did, and he knew that he would be able to duplicate them, if not as well as Deneira herself. Danian started, with "Unfolding the Fan" and to his dismay, nearly dropped his sword. Then, with a jerky movement, Danian moved into "Lion on the Hill". Danian knew that his hands were so wobily that anyone could easily knock his sword out of his hand. This time, Danian really did drop his sword, and he picked it up, and went into "Arc of the Moon". Then he tried to do what Deneira had done and instead of bringing his sword back, he moved into "The Falcon Stoops". To his dismay, instead of doing the smooth movement, he swung his sword and the momentum caused the tip of his blade to drag in the dirt. Next and finnally, Danian atempted to sheith his blade with "Folding the Fan", but instead nearly killed himself trying to shieth his sword.

Danian was just glad that he didn't have the blade in his hand and could not drop it with his shaking hands. Upon seeing the look on Deneira's face, Danian's hand itched on the hilt of his blade, crying out for Deneira's blood. And wanting to bury its self in her flesh. His hand clenched once, and then released it from the hilt. Danian knew the obvious result. If he had tried to kill Deneira, as he so wanted to, Danian would be beaten or killed in an instant, without thought, without remorse, and most likely with pleasure, so Danian continued his cold stare. She would see, Danian would work hard, harder than any other trainee, and make sure that he was strong enough to make her pay for the humiliation that she was putting him through. Eventually, yes eventually, Danian would make this wench pay.

“You have a lot of work to do. While you may have been taught a few simple forms, and had swung a sword around a little, you are not a trained swordsperson, and I do not want to hear of you running around as such. Your training will be long, and hard. You must be willing to work without ceasing, and push yourself further than you ever thought possible. You have three things counting against you at the moment. The first is your arm. I have not yet seen how it hinders your sword work, but I already no that it is a bother. The second thing against you is your brother. You will be compared to him, no matter how hard you try. You will also want to always protect him and coddle him because of his weakness. The last thing against you is what will hurt you the most... and that is me.â€

“I will not coddle you, and I will not allow you to slip through the system. I will work you hard, and if, and I truely mean, if, you make it to the rank of tower guard, you will be a force to reckon with. I am your teacher, and you are my trainee. I hope you learn and accept that very soon, for your own benefit. Any questions, boy?â€

Yes, Danian had a question, he wanted to ask her why she hated him so much. Danian wanted to ask what he did to offend him, or was he simply born? She said that she was going to be the one to hurt him the most, why? Why did she want to hurt him? Danian knew that he was going to have to work hard to be a tower guard, and maybe a warder, but why did this woman seriously want to cause him pain? What did he do to her that made him deserve this?

Instead of saying that, Danian looked into her eyes and replied: "No... no questions... that is perfectly clear." Danian fought back the anger he was feeling at saying those words and not protesting about Dorian. Danian had a feeling that with this woman, it would be best to bottle up his feelings, an hope that they did not burst sometime.

ooc: forshadowing for the future...

IC: Noy got to his pull-ups, his body protesting with every movement. Once he had finished, Noy dropped to the ground on his backside. He had never done more than ten pullups and had never wantedto do more. Noy sat, gaping for breath, and crashed the rest of his body on the ground, glad that Isha was not there to see him resting.

All he wanted was a few minutes rest, but he stayed on the ground, glad that he could rest... even for just a little bit.

ooc: short...

*eats steely* hmmm, we couldn't have him around spam peoples, he would have eaten them *nods*

speakers

blue

"We're from the Band of the Red Hand, boy." Harron stiffened and was about to say something, but his father's hand in front of his mouth stopped that temporarily. The fool outlander continued on to say, "We're Lieutenants Rowul and Carnhain Stromblade and we're looking to buy the colt you have- that is if its for sale." His father immidiately jumped in. "Forgive him, we had no idea that you were a memeber of a member of the Band of the Red Hand. We hear that you disapline is good enough to bring even this rascle to heel."

Harron's father's eyes took on a devious glint to them and he continued. "Yes, as I said, we certainly do have a colt, and I am definately willing to sell it to you. In fact, I will give you a discount if you take the boy here with you to learn the ways of the soldier. We hear that you are honorable and just and it would be perfect for Harron to go with you, and learn your ways."

His father's eyes turned from exited to desperate, and his mother joined in. "Yes, we have tried everything, and we are certain that you will have a great affect on him. He should go with you, really!" Harron could easily see through their plots, they just wanted to get rid of him. Although he was feeling contempt towards his parents, an idea struck him: if he went along with this, his goal of glory would be furthered after he easily conquered the Band with his amazing abilities.

To play along, Harron spoke. "Oh, yes! I had no idea that you were in the Band of the Red Hand, I am so very sorry for my past actions. If I had know of who I was speaking to I never would have ever let those words come out of my mouth. Please forgive me." Harron bowed his head and could see his parent's gapes at his behaviour. With a hidden smirk because of their reactions, Harron waited for the men's reply.

ooc: hope this works

coward

*gasp* hahaha, your voices told you!

pinches

ooc: GOOD LORD!!! IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS!!!! sorry, I havn't gotten to this. I've been buisy with my other characters and Meria got shunted to the side

Posted by jasonr

Meria was in pain. Not physiclly, but mentally; she was still hurting from her parent's death. The only thing that kept here out of bed crying was the prospect of going to TarValon and becoming Aes' Sedai. The Shining Walls were in sight, Meria felt the happiest she had in her entire life, yet at the same time, she had a horrible sadness weighing her down. She could hardly breath; the sadness was clamping down on her. Meria felt as if her skin was far to tight and was afraid that she would burst into tears any moment.

The Aes' Sedai she was traveling with had tryed to comfort her many times, but it didn't help much. She was a kind woman, but had warned Meria that once her training started, their freindlyness would have to come to a hault. Meria understood, after all, how could you expect to be taken seriosly when you were giggling together. Meria could hardly immagine an Aes' Sedai giggling!

Meria was amazed at how tall the White Tower was! It was huge, and she would be living in it! The Aes' Sedai told Meria to follow, and so Meria did. She had no other option, her life depended on becoming Aes' Sedai, she had to or she would lose the only thing left in her life. Considering her options, she followed the woman.

Posted by Halvie

Since time immemorial did Faerzyne Grigory find herself lifting her head for the briefest moment, turning her gaze to note brilliant white blossoms scudding across a pale blue sky. A faint whisper of conversations held far below came close to her hearing and despite it all, Faerzyne found herself straining to decipher those cryptic murmurings; to no avail. A gentle sigh escaped her then and she inclined her head somewhat. The many little bells attached to her braids in turn began to tingle softly. Yet even the bells sounded wearily, as though weighed down by some malevolent force. The Mistress of Novices stifled a yawn, reverting back onto the book of Novices.

Every subject worthy of note was recorded there, accompanied by minute inscriptions which represented the voices of her hidden thoughts. The ups of an extended life that had already lived through too many murky events & matters of dark intrigue was that she had been gifted much time to develop an extensive collection of codes for personal usage. Another Accepted had ventured into the rings last night, and emerged triumphant as a person who had recently seen her past flicker pass, feel the last roots of her heritage cleared away for the destiny she was about to step into. The event had been recorded in her fine handwriting, and sadness bloomed when she realised how long it had been since the last raising had been held. Soon enough, the girl would be presented to a congregated mass of sitters for her choosing of Ajah; an almost symbolic act that dated back to ages long entombed beneath dust. Only then would the final stage be completed and the child’s fate truly entwined with that of the Tower. Her choice was hardly ambiguous to Faerzyne, as were few things concerning novices and accepteds.

Hazel eyes sharply noted the way her slender fingers so casually slipped between pages, lightly touching the sheets tightly bounded in leather. It was almost reminiscent of a dance, her hand travelling and touching every part of the book intimately, confidently. They were hypnotic movements that had in the past, seemed to hint at something more foreboding towards others. Faerzyne could almost claim to know the book better than she did her fellow sisters of the Grey. The oversized book was shut with a resounding thud. The book was a little worn for age, but the reservation wards set deeply into it did their task well. And it never seemed to fill up. Faerzyne had once paged through it on a whim, and located her own name, as well as that of the Mistress of Novices before her jotted down in distinctly florid set of handwriting. That woman had served this office for a longer time than she; an easy thing to determine.

It was of some amusement to be privy to information jealously guarded by many before her, privileged enough to know of things most sisters would sacrifice much to know. The period some had taken to be raised, of the length of time they had spent within the confines of the tower. This remained a book that held treasures of delightfully unexpected knowledge and her only regret was the lack of time to spend perusing the book. A tinge wistfully, Faerzyne peered at the sun again and judged the day still young and open to developments. She would rather that there were less feisty children to deal with lest mental exhaustion come besiege her nights as it often did these days. The rate of accomplished pranks had soared and so she had been increasingly vigilant in the setting of wards on the door to the office, nasty traps for whatever evil that lurked by. The simple wards would sound even when the night lingered its darkest.

Coincidentally, a tingling sensation then crept over her skin warned of approaching figures, quickly followed by that of a sharp knock of knuckles against oak. The lack of drapery allowed the sound to reverberate and she drew knowledge even from that sound and settled herself into an appropriate frame of mind. Experience & time had let this reaction to become almost instinctive, half of her already prepared for whatever that awaited. “Enter,†she intoned softly, a slim thread of air channelled to open the door. She rose imperiously from her seat, hands carelessly brushing the sides of her copper dress of Andoran cut. The opposing young woman was dressed in clothing that hinted her lack of relations with the ivory tower, for now. “I am Faerzyne Sedai, Mistress of Novices at the White Tower. How may I help you?â€

Faerzyne Grigory

Mistress of Novices

Posted by jasonr

ooc: thanks for posting I thought that I was waiting outside though, not invited into your office. Oh well, a few ajustments will fix that.

IC: Meria had never imagined that she could ever feel such a sadness. There was a horrible weight of misery dragging at her as she was lead to... somewhere... Meria had no idea where they were going. During this time of pure torture, Meria felt the most specific things, and was oblivious to the more general things.

As they were walking, Meria did not feel the steps, did not hear the sound of their feet against the stone floors. Instead, she felt the whisper of wind brushing gently across here exposed face; she heard the buzzing of an insect flying, trying to find its next meal. Before the thought of Tar Valon and the White Tower were enough to put the spring back into her step, and the smile onto her face. Now that she was finally here, Meria realized that her parents would not suddenly jump out from the corridors and shout, "Boo!"

Meria felt her face begin to tighten and screw up. Tears were forming in her eyes; no, she would not cry, she would be strong. Meria did not want her first impression at the Tower to be as a child who would become teary at times. These thoughts helped, a little. Meria sighed, she had thought the Aes’ Sedai had given her life back, no, she had just given Meria a pretty fancy to grasp onto while the Aes’ Sedai tried to teach her what she could, and would, learn.

Meria realized then that it wasn’t enough to make pitiful goals, such as to become Aes’ Sedai that way she could protect herself and her loved-ones. No, she knew now that to live, her goal must be an absolute obsession. Meria silently swore, on the strongest oath that she knew, that she would become Aes’ Sedai, and she would bring justice to everyone. Meria would not just catch a few petty crooks, she would dedicate her life to bringing justice and rights to everyone. She would not just sit around and watch people be oppressed!

When they arrived at their destination, the woman Meria was traveling with knocked on the door, “Enter†she heard from the other side. There the Aes’ Sedai left her alone; alone and friendless, ready to make her new life, she was ready. “I am Faerzyne Sedai, Mistress of Novices at the White Tower. How may I help you?†The woman said. Meria summoned up all of her courage and said, “I am Meria Lutenara, and I am to become a Novice, I have been told that I can wield Saidar.â€

There was nothing left to do, but still Meria was left feeling like she should say more. Her heart told her to continue, but her mind told her to stop. Meria’s mind prevailed over her childish desires; after all, she had left her heart behind at the Andoran village she used to call home. Meria had no home now, no family but still she stood, ready to have a new beginning to a new life.

Posted by Halvie

Ooc: Lovely post. Thanks for having been so patient.

Primly did Faerzyne gesture towards the few empty chairs that awaited her visitors before her desk. Hard seatings that would cause even herself to wince after some time and certainly a far cry from the lush, well padded sofas those of the shawl had grown well accustomed to. Numerous unpleasant dialogues had been put to another day with an interesting array of excuses, from urgent personal matters to those who were more outspoken. Nonetheless, the outcomes also proved the same. A small sense of satisfaction came upon hearing the girl’s words, pleasure that her instincts could be relied upon. “Well done then, child. The first phrase is completed.â€

Signalling the girl towards a seat, she folded her hands elegantly upon the surface of the table and studied the subject intently for a long moment. Many had endured this brazen display of scrutiny with a meek bowing of heads and those with enough spine to look into her eyes soon averted their gaze elsewhere. She was their crossway, the person who would lay the foundations of their future or have the power to fling all those dreams back in their faces; wasted hopes that would crumble into murky oblivion. At least Meria had been tested, which eliminated the possibility of a child leaving her office weeping with disappointment. Even so, such occurrences were rare, with the Aes Sedai suffering more than their fair share of distorted myths. The presence of the three oaths which limited them in so many ways; those were the things others casually dismissed, or simply never registered in their minds due to a chorus of reasoning. Few saw the Tower’s inhabitant in a kindly light.

“Now comes the time to make your stay a touch more permanent.†Her hand instinctively reached out for the leather-bound book that lay sweetly within easy reach and she was soon flipping through the pages. A feather-tipped pen was dipped into a small jar of ink, precise & economical movements that were executed purely out of instinct, habit, shadowed memories. Tension seemed to heighten during the time it took for her to reach the desired page, but it barely affected Faerzyne. Small grace that the girl was offering her little trouble and demands thus far; she should not find it too trying fitting into the Tower hierarchy. “Full name, place of birth and raising, as well as your age.†Every written word sealed the girl even more to the ivory tower and again, a sense of déjà vu alighted upon her.

“Welcome to the White Tower, child. May the Light favour you always.â€

Faerzyne Grigory

iMistress of Novices

Ooc: RP your char’s reaction to being written down in the novice book.

Posted by jasonr

Meria watched as the Mistress of Novices studied her for a moment, then gestured to a seat. It was a hard, wooden chair which she knew would make her cringe. At least, it would have before her parents’ deaths. Meria doubted that she would even notice it now; she was growing accustom to pain, she did not go seeking for it, but she would not run from it either.

She was not the young, carefree girl that she used to be. Sadness was hitting her in waves; her wound was still fresh even though her parents died a month ago. Meria was not sure that she would ever truly recover, but she was willing to give it her best effort. Meria raised her head with pride; it was time to leave her past and her pain behind. As she knew, it was time to make a new life. She could not make a new life with her old one haunting her. She had to leave everything of her home behind.

“Full name, place of birth and raising, as well as your age.†The Mistress of Novices was inquiring of her past. Meria summoned up all of the courage left inside her, and spoke simply, “My name is Meria Lutenara, I was born in Northern Andor, and my next name-day will be my eighteenth.†With those words, she left her past completely behind. There was no turning back; she could only move forward. “Welcome to the White Tower, child. May the Light favour you always.â€

It was time to move forward with her life, no more dwelling in the past, no more grieving. It was time, time to move on, time to become Aes’ Sedai.

ooc: not the best post, but nothing really jumped out at me this time.

Posted by Taei

OOC: I got ahead of myself. I'll save my post for later on in the thread, sorry about that all. Just kick me when you want me to join in Jason.

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*kicks taei* you can post whenever, although you might not see this for a while *kicks himself* I can't believe I waited two months to transfer this *sigh*