You're not a new recruit til Cab burns you

Nuitari Asteri, coming back from the dead.

Where do I send my updated bio since I've been gone for over a year?

Oh shi- its Cab.

And yeah, you burnt him, and gave Dash a good hiding during the recruiting. Then after you disappeared, Dash picked up the badass torch and proceeded to continue the tradition.

Skechy! I remember you, and you have my old job... *ponders a moment* you know what, you keep it. I didn't like the paperwork anyways.

I'll need a bit to really get my mind re-sorted again. In computer terms I zipped all my rping skills and memories and deep archived it, still unzipping the files

*stalks back into the boards with all the skill of a long term Shienaran Blight Scout...*

...

*steps on a childs squeaky toy and curses* Ok, you found me. So I think my busy schedule might actually let me RP again, despite having updated my bio awhile back.

Dash,

Just as I bring Nuit back, so comes his original trainer o.O

Welcome back Alin.

I feel so 'd... oh wait this isn't pardus.

I feel so loved

Growling softly at the implication that even the Black Tower couldn't immediately move again into Shienar, Dashiva nodded. "Very well, if you'll have me then I shall remain and help to push the Shadow back to the Blight. I cannot just sit idly by and watch my homeland stay in the hands of the Shadow."

Flexing his broken hand, he started regretting have punched the wall. He didn't dare form the Void until he knew exactly where he stood in the Tower now. Harbouring faint thoughts that even now they would offer him some wine, or just plain kill him, he didn't desire to give anymore cause than just standing here.

so is there anything in specific I need to do to return, or just jump back into the RP?

As I understand it, my Warder has been in a coma due to some difficulties between myself and my Sedai from the past although we're now attempting to move past them and see if we're still one of the best pairs around. ;)

Nuitari,

Dashiva Somtaaw

Attack Leader (I think)

:o whats going on; looks like DM's really getting a surge of oldbies coming back.

Now where did I leave that walker...

so I'm partially tempted to resurrect Nuitari Asteri from the land of the comatose; and try RP-ing him again.

As I recently brought my other character back; I believe I need to submit an updated bio, to someone?

Dashiva's face tightened as he listened to what happened, and he knew his hand was tightening on the hilt to his blade until the fingers cracked.

Shienar wasn't supposed to be prey to the Shadow; we are supposed to be heros of the soft south landers a voice whispered in his head. Foolish southlanders have no idea what happens in the north; now your home is nothing...

Turning around with a snarl; Dashiva punched the solid wall before he realised what he was doing and then looked at his broken right hand dumbly. Forcing it to flex and letting the pain rip through him, he looped the thumb into his belt and turned back. "My home was in Fal Moran once..." looking down he swallowed before loooking back. "What are we doing to re-inforce the Borderlands?"

He didn't dare voice the question as to if they would reinforce; he didn't want to know what he'd do if they weren't going back...

Dashiva walked down the hall behind the 2 soldiers, and stopped when they reached a door and one rapped sharply on it, before opening it. Glancing around the room quickly, he nodded slightly; many of the men inside he had known once; they had all had command of various parts of the Tower.

"Good to see you again Dashiva," said the one Shienaran he only vaguely remembered with a small smile. "I hope.  You probably have questions, but it's best if you give some explanations first.  Where have you been, and what have you been doing these last few months?"

Stepping further into the room, he looked behind the door as he pushed it closed by reflex. He remembered more than one occasion that they had to ambush a man to force feed the wine... glancing back at the men in front of him; he dropped one hand to the sword on his hip and bowed slightly. "Peace favour your blades brothers," he spoke to the room in general before fixing the other Borderlands with a brief glance before he clasped his hands behind him.

"As for where I have been, I'm sure by now you all know that I was exiled by the M... by Brent." Shaking his head slightly at his slip, he went on. "After my exile, I left rapidly, and went into hiding. I couldn't be sure that others may be sent to kill me after I had left, so I became a trader. Trading in anything and everything, I offered to carry anything to anywhere faster than anyone else."

Clearing his throat, he shrugged. "I wasn't above smuggling either if I had to; and using saidin we could move farther distances than others could, but not instantly... I worked slowly at first, shaving a few days off another smuggler's best time at first and slowly continued shaving a few more days off until I made the same trip in half the time. After building those connections, I moved on to other regions, building trading networks. I had a cargo bound for Shienar, when as we went to make camp I felt saidin being used in enough Power I had to look. After cresting a hill far away, I could see the... routing of our brethren. I didn't stay long, but that view of defeat compelled me to return, if only to see why we lost."

Looking around the room, he was a little disturbed to realise he had growled the last and one hand was clutching at the hilt of his short sword and had bared an inch of the blade. Slamming the blade back in, he turned around from the other men as he fought for a control of sorts without resorting to the Void. That was too dangerous now to speak from the Void.

"Ah ... so you saw the Shienaran disaster.  The beginning of the end for the M'Hael I'm afraid.  Not a single one of these men will be carrying any tales to him.  Brent is no longer M'Hael.  He isn't even alive.  Covai saw to that not even a week ago."

Dashiva didn't move at the statement and simply stayed just ready to fight or flee if he had to, until the next words were spoken. "We recalled all of the Asha'man to announce a few ... changes ... in the command structure.  Nobody knew where to find you though."

Physically relaxing, he let the Void slip away, if they brought others back that had been sent away then perhaps he would be able to stay alive without hiding as a trader and sometime smuggler.

"You'd better come in and explain where you've been to the rest of the Council.  We'll all want to know what you've been up to.  Those of us who are still here anyway.  I assure you, not a single man among the Asha'man will attempt to carry out Brent's threats. You can stop by the inn first and drop the wagon off.  I trust you still remember where it is?  Very well then.  Come to the council hall in half an hour. Impossible to miss the bloody place.  The soldiers there will tell you where to go."

Dashiva nodded, before walking the few steps that had seperated him from his wagon, and his wife climbing back up and guiding the horse through the gate and heading to the Inn.

Speaking quietly, he glanced at Racelle. "I'll leave the wagon at the Inn, and order a few Soldiers to unload the spices and food we have into the kitchens. I would hardly believe they've left it the way I left things. And I'll take the wards off our home so your... purchases," he glanced over his shoulder with a bare smile at the boxes of clothing she had insisted on buying; mostly silks and other fancy dresses. "Your purchases can be put away as well."

Stopping the wagon, Dashiva jumped down and looked around quickly, spotting 2 Soldiers walking by, apparently deep in conversation with each other. (OOC: IC victims are welcome to jump in here) "You two Soldiers," he barked at the pair, pointing at them. "Come over here, and help unload this wagon where my wife wants them," he said much more calmly after getting their attention.

"I will be back shortly, love" he said to Racelle, leaning down to give her a quick kiss before jogging off and settling into a quick pace towards his old home. It didn't take him too long, and he seized Saidin just long enough to take the wards down that had barely covered his home. Pushing it away, he set off at a brisk walk, and climbed the steps to the so-called Council Hall.

Forming the Void before he stepped in the door, one of his last thoughts was; why was it called the council hall; who is in bloody charge? before he looked at the soldiers inside flatly. "I'm to meet the council about my return? Where am I going?"

Okay kiddies, lesson time :D

 

The ORIGINAL Inn was made of wood and built by Covai back as a Dedicated. This was a long, long time ago. Back when dial up ruled and DM was found on EZboards.

 

Over the years the Inn was burnt down and rebuilt numerous times. This usually happened when the M'hael was swapped or a Forsaken popped up at the BT. It became almost like a raising requirement that Dedicated at the time helped rebuild the thing bigger and better. Think of it as a messed up retelling of the three little pigs.

 

Oddly enough, when the last M'hael (Brent) was killed, despite our best attempts a using a Storm Leader to destroy the Inn in the usual BT tradition, they just made a funny 'splush' noise and a lot of mess when we slammed them into the wall. Looks like we finally reached the house of bricks tier the pigs has so long sought after.

 

In regards to 'Ownership' of the Inn, it was Covai's to start with. Dashiva and Covai co-ran the place for years, each stepping in as the other stepped out. Whilst most people assumed this to be a form of comradere, the truth is we had really forgotten who was in charge, and just ran away whenever we thought the 'boss' was back to avoid having to do any real work.

 

As of the moment, the Inn is still owned by Covai, but thats more a signature on some paperwork than anything else. The day to day running is taken care of by the Civilians in the Black Tower and the head cook, who talks loudly and carries an even louder stick. It does still house Covai's quarters not too far from the kitchen, as it makes it easier to sneak a snack during the middle of the night when he and Arath aren't doing a run to Arad Doman for Chinese type food.

Just going to point out a little something in your history lesson.... Dash jumped in as a Soldier in that original re-build, and Covai was a Dedicated along with another Dedicated, K-something or rather he disappeared shortly after that and never came back.

And we both should still have owned the mostly Power-wrought inn

And it looks like Dash will need to usurp back his unofficial head cook position like the old days. He just wasn't sissi enough to avoid a good Koras-lap or two just to get to the Inn before he cooked and ate  ;)

Dash is in for this.... scouting his home country and the IC reason he's back from AWOL-dom.

Dashiva's eyes narrowed as a Gateway formed just inside the gate, and a man stepped out. Have they become so lazy they don't walk anywhere? And so disdainful for anyone who might be around? he thought, nearly reaching out for saidin himself.

Folding his arms across his chest as he looked at the man who had come through the Gateway, something vaguely tickled at his memory as the man approached slowly and obviously wary. Bloody soldier must have called me the Haran; they must think I'm giving airs that I never got exiled.

"Dashiva, I didn't expect to see you here. What brings you back here?  I assume it's not for a friendly chat with Brent."

Eyes narrowing still farther until they were bare slits; Dashiva scowled openly at the name of the man who had exiled him before the words sank through. "No I did not," he stated flatly not quite ready to let the Void lapse. His mind raced, and the months he had spent exiled and almost forming his own Eyes and Ears as he Travelled around the world sharpened his mind. "I was exiled from the grounds by him for a failure not entirely my fault. But you aren't cringing in fear one of these Soldiers," Dashiva's eyes flicked at the two lads before looking back, "might try and curry favour by reporting the lack of respect. I saw the end of what happened at my home, I see why."

Craning his neck slightly, he looked through the Gateway to see a handful of young men, running but didn't move his feet. He wasn't going to be tricked easily into stepping onto grounds to be executed...

Dashiva tensed slightly as the sentries stepped in the way of his wagon; and stopped himself from seizing saidin.

Looking impassively at the Dedicated, he all but ignored the Soldier's as they were no matter and would listen to orders.

"Boys, before you stands the last honorable man to hold the rank of M'Hael Haran.  Welcome back Dashiva.  I'm sure you don't remember me as we only met once or twice.  The name is Nakor Zorrander.  Will you be staying for awhile?" the Dedicated stated, and Dashiva could feel a hint of warmness and a smile lurking behind the man's face.

Dashiva nearly flinched at his old title, but nodded as he vaguely remembered the Dedicated from one of the few classes he had instructed. "I will be staying," he replied flatly from inside the Void as his eyes flicked up to look behind the gate. "I saw what happened at Shienar, and it seems the men here are growing, let's call it soft."

Jumping down from the wagon, he handed the reins to Racelle with a small smile before he moved a few paces away from the wagon in case of a trick. If he died, at least he could try to protect her before nodding at Nakor. "Send a soldier to fetch one of the Tsorovan'm'haels, Dedicated. There is much to tell before I enter the gate," he instructed.

Dashiva knew he should be sweating, but the terms of his exile had been quite clear, and he was riding a fine line just being at the gate and he had no intentions of being executed for entering the grounds proper.

OOC: Dash has been gone a LONG time, so feel free to join in; a soldier or two can be in the sentry posts (hidden as part of the woods, stones, and other natural "hiding" spots) and a Dedicated would be at the gate.

IC: Dashiva tugged at his sleeves. He hadn't worn his uniform in well over a year; and it now felt strange to be wearing it. Brushing at the lightning bolts on the sleeves, he reached up and adjusted the pins on his collar.

Running a hand over his bare head, he paused to think whether he really wanted to return to the Black Tower. He had been all but banished, on pain of death to return; why was he coming back.

Shrugging, he seized saidin and opened a Gateway to a path that was well away from the Black Tower. Using the reins, he guided his horses through, towing the large wagon full of spices, and closed the portal behind him.

Guiding the horses down the path, he deliberately ignored where he knew one or two age old sentry posts where, and rode towards the gate that led to the grounds

As he came around the last remnants of the woods, he looked ahead to see a trio of men in their black coats coming out of the little huts to stand directly in front of his path, obviously with the intent to block his entry. Slowing his horse, Dashiva scowled slightly as his trained eyes picked out the silver sword on one man's collar, and bare for the other two.

for the life of me, I can't remember, but I wasn't actually a wolf-kin per say, I was RP-ing an actual wolf-cub.

I'll talk to a few people who might happen to have a record somewhere

*smells some chili*

I think I had a wolfie, once upon a time  ::) I'd have a lot of trouble tracking down my bio, but I'm fairly sure I had a wolf cub that I started.

it's kinda good to be back, I went through some rough times and I need the relaxation.

Covai, I'm going to put up an RP where you basically need to rein in Dash / keep the rest of the Tower from killing him.

I'll PM the rough idea later when I figure it out a little more... but it'll give a good return, and I think I'll willingly take a demotion to Attack Leader (or even mere asha'man) for a while since I've been gone so long.

*steps out of the shadows*

Dashiva Somtaaw,

formerly M'hael haran likely tsorovan'm'hael now,

just coming in to check up...had a lot of personal concerns I needed to deal with before I could bring myself to come back.

Dashiva leaned back in his chair and thought about putting his boots on his desk. For some reason, everything needed to be looked at today, and he was getting tired.

One fool had taken his mount off to do some riding, and somehow managed to get his horse killed when it stumbled over a rock. Another wanted to requisition more ale and wines for the bars the embassy frequented, to which he'd given the man a tongue lashing. What was HE supposed to do about the bars, he had no idea but obviously the Dedicated thought that Dash's position at the Tower cooking meals applied here with the Band.

After a few minutes more of deciding, he leaned further back and had just put his boots on his desk, before an Asha'man walked through his doorway just as he was about to sigh in relief.

Closing his eyes and scrubbing his face with both hands, he brought his boots down and stood. "Yes?" he asked trying to be polite. "Storm Leader," the Asha'man nodded and touched fist to heart which Dashiva returned. "There's a small disturbance at one of the bars, this time it was a few Blackarms involved.

Sighing, Dashiva nodded and walked to a small cabinet. Pouring himself a few fingers of whiskey, he knocked it back quickly and gestured to the door. "Lead on please," he growled.

Walking out of his office door, he closed and sealed it with a quick weave before walking down the steps after the Asha'man. Before he'd gone fifteen paces, he knew someone was following him, and was trying hard to be unseen.

Turning around, he got a faint glimpse of movement next to a building and seized saidin just long enough to see a flash of familiar hair before it ducked behind the edge of the barracks for some soldiers.

Shaking his head, he released saidin and nodded at the Asha'man. "Continue please," he said, and the Asha'man gave one last glance down the street before continuing.

Rubbing his face with one hand, he silently cursed over all the work of today, before walking normally once more.