*blinks* Koras is back...

:shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:

YES!!! The original is back to terrorize the newbies.

Steal Dash's woman and we'll have a problem though, the others are fair game 8)

Dash,

OOC: Apologies, I've been slacking off alot and was kind of hoping 'someone' would post in here.

IC: Dashiva stopped his trotting a short distance from the Infirmary and formed the Void, bringing relief from the mild headache which had caused him to come here in the first place.

Reaching for saidin as he carefully entered the door, he cut a few weaves as they slowly moved towards him and moved deeper.

Every man he encountered who looked wild eyed, he quickly slid a Shield into place and used a brief weave of Air to keep from being attacked from behind.

There was a larger amount of saidin being used from the main hall, he judged, and a lesser amount beyond that. Stepping softly, he moved around a wall readying both a Shield and some defensive weaves before he saw Dalinar ahead.

Stepping wide, he stopped well to Dalinar's side and looked at over the room. "What's going on with him," he asked loud enough to be heard by Dalinar, but unlikely to carry far in the chaos and bedlam filling the Infirmary.

If required, Dash can be slotted into a senior position, both from rank and since he was one of those who negotiated the alliance with the Band.

But if we have more people sign up, I too am willing to step aside to leave an opening for a newer DMer.

Nuitari didn't like how Cema seemed to be settling in to watch him, but set it out of his mind.

Stripping down to his waist, he hung his shirt and tunic from a tree branch and warmed up quickly before he reached for some weights. Despite being away for a number of months traveling with Ata, and then being with Cema, along with common sense he reached for some of the heavier weights.

Hefting them, he could feel the strain on his muscles, and in the back of his mind almost wanted an injury. Settling down into a routine of lifting and breathing, all thoughts of Cema and being locked up like a wild animal quickly faded away.

The weather was cool, and the sky was gray with clouds, which suited his mood nicely and he was almost happily ignoring everything but his weights. After this, I think I'll go practice the forms for a while, and then perhaps some duels he thought.

Nuitari froze where he stood when Cema entered, and watched her.

"I think with the nice weather we should go outside today, a trip to the yard would do you good to get out of here surely." Nuitari blinked and shook his head slightly, thinking he misheard her.

"Coming?"

Nuitari nodded, in the Yards, he could get further away from her. He didn't really like thinking that he was now tied to the very thing he hated most, but pushed that thought away. Whats done is done, and he couldn't change that.

Touching his katana's on his back, he stepped forwards, and walked quickly hoping to outpace her. Cema stayed fairly close to his side, but he stopped briefly to look longingly down the hall he used to take to return to the Yellow Ajah area.

Sighing, he started walking towards the Yard again, resolving to lift some weights the moment he could get away from Cema.

OOC: Haven't RPed anything in a while for the Yards, and need something to do.

IC: Nuitari woke up, and reluctantly got out of his bed, dressing slowly. He'd been trapped inside Cema's quarters for nearly a week, while she went off and did whatever she did.

Opening the door to his room, he looked out into the sitting room of Cema's quarters, and scowled sourly at the cat sprawled on the back of a chair. He missed the tamed wolf, Ata and he had found and kept so long ago.

Walking out slowly, he touched the hilt of one of his katana's before dropping his hand and looking away from the cat. Walking around in circles around the room, he paced while he thought.

Cema's quarters had become quite familiar as he sought some way to leave them, since the door was always sealed. Without warning he felt Cema unmask the Bond, and then step through the doors.

"what are you doing back here your usualy off practising at this time"

Nuitari didn't bother answering and just watched her. "well as long as you are here, you can start preparing for a road trip."

Nuitari cocked his head as he looked at her, before shrugging. While she had phrased it politely, he knew an order when he heard it and had learned better than to try arguing.

He stepped into the room he used, now a little fuller after he had been permitted to get what few belongings had been left in his room in his old quarters.

Tossing a few rolled clothes into a bag, he added a few knives, dry tinder, water in a canteen and a few other things before closing the bag and walked back out.

"Where are we going?" he asked quietly.

Nuitari set down the weights and rubbed his face with a cloth hanging off his belt.

While he had almost stopped weights with Ata, ever since Cema had allowed him to leave, he worked weights relentlessly in the small woods within the Yard.

He avoided nearly everyone, and talked little to anyone who came near. He glanced towards the Tower as a few flickers came over the Bond that linked him to Cema.

Putting the weights aside, he pulled his shirt off a tree branch and shrugged into it as he walked back, moving quickly through the halls.

He walked a little quicker as he worked through what she was feeling, and glanced around the Green halls as he entered the Green quarters.

Stopping at the door a moment, he took a moment to decide whether he really wanted to step in. Usually he didn't return to Cemas quarters until well past nightfall, or she used the Bond to summon him.

Opening the door, he could almost taste the sudden spike of fright, as he looked at her crouched on the floor, looking at him.

"Get in and shut the door" she hissed, and he scowled slightly before stepping inside fully and closing the door and leaning back against it folding his arms.

Nuitari sighed, "you may be right," he said softly. "But you are still part of the Shadow, something all of the Guard swear to defend against... and as an Aes Sedai you should also be against it."

Nuitari closed his eyes, until Cema turned his head towards her.

"How can you be sure?" he asked hoarsely. "How are you that it was the right thing to do?"

Nuitari looked sourly at the cat, curled up on a chair and shook his head. "How you can be so nice to that... cat, when you made me kill the one woman who has kept me alive."

Laying his head back, his left hand slowly curled around his belt knife as he thought back.

Nuitari slept uneasily after he'd tried to find someway to escape from Cemas rooms after she'd left him there.

Doors and windows he couldn't open, and he hadn't been here before, and he couldnt seem to find any secret entrance or exits.

Finally flopping back down once more on her couch, he feel into an uneasy sleep and tossed throughout the night as nightmares haunted him.

Finally, blessedly finding release from the nightmares he settled down and passed out completely, until a soft wet object brushed against his face. Opening his eyes, he looked down and jerked back, sweeping his arm across his chest and brushing the animal away from him so it thumped onto the floor.

His eyes swept the room, as his hand groped for the sword on his hip that had been there for years. He didn't recognize the room, where was he?

"where the bloody hell is my sword?" he growled, finally looking down for the blade.

"Good Morning did you sleep well?", he froze at the voice. Then the memories came back, and he dropped back onto the couch heavily, feeling both swords against his back. "No," he said flatly.

Nuitari held Ata after plunging the knife into her heart, and closed his eyes as the Bond between them snapped back on him, once more filled with the pain of a broken Bond this time of his own cause.

After the last spasms left Ata's body, he whispered "I'm sorry," one last time. Letting the tears come, he knelt there holding her dead body and ignored the blood that drenched his pants and shirt.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly rose to his feet and looked at Cema before turning and throwing the knife hard into the wall. Turning back, he picked up Ata's body to find a spot to bury her, she deserved that much from him, and was mildly surprised that Cema had already had a grave prepared.

He went back to the shack, and dropped down, stroking Star Blaze and trying not to think about what he'd done. After a time, he took back his blades from Cema and put both on his back. Swinging upto into his saddle, he rode slumped and no longer caring.

He raised a small protest when Cema had him leave Star Blaze with some farmer, but he didn't have much heart to argue. But the moment her back was turned, he extended a pouch of money to the farmer, and quietly made a sincre threat to the man if he treated Star Blaze badly.

Then he rode after Cema, once more slumped and uncaring, not truly paying attention to where he was, or what his surroundings were.

When he realised she had dismounted, he did the same and followed her through the halls, not looking up and dragging his feet slightly. A small part of him was aware of how much he'd changed and hoped someone who knew him would challenge whatever Cema would explain.

Squashing that voice, he also squashed another that insisted he should walk with pride and burn what he'd done. He dropped onto a couch after a time, and waited until Cema had left before jumping up and testing the doors, only to flop back down on the couch in disgust.

Dashiva was aware someone had entered the Inn from the wards he had on inside near the door. He'd left the wards on the outside of the building down, so it could be a soldier or anyone for that matter.

Glancing up as the kitchen door eased open, he drew a little harder on saidin but relaxed as another Asha'man walked in.

"Good morning Tsorovan'M'Hael. I smell bacon and we all know what that means. You want a hand in here?"

Dashiva shrugged, and altered the air weaves on the stoves to lift the bacon and sliced ham off the top. "Can you watch those while I do into the cellar and get some more ingredients for the oatmeal?"

Dashiva stepped out of the kitchen, all weaves inside now stopped. He'd cooked most of the food for the evening meal already and all that remained was waiting for the proper time before heating it once more.

Stepping around the corner, he took down the wards protecting his office when he wasn't inside and stepped in, closing the door behind him. Glancing around quickly, he moved behind the desk and picked up a few reports.

After a few minutes of study, he dropped them back on his desk and left his office, warding it behind him. Leaving the Inn, he walked slowly to the Infirmary. He no longer jogged everywhere, he was likely one of the most fit men here and no longer desired to prove it.

While still a distance from it, he could feel almost an eruption of sudden channeling coming from the building. "Light but I hate paperwork, and with a training accident I'll have some to make... those soldiers will wish they'd never been born. And any Dedicated there will be cursing their fore fathers," he growled.

OOC: Not going to be jumping in quite yet, but nice to see you back man.

"Would you like me to spell it out for you? Honestly, i give you credit for more brains than that."

Dashiva raised an eyebrow as Racelle sat up and pulled at her shift before staring at him.

Shaking his head, he got off the bed and pulled on a shirt and his boots. Stamping his feet, he walked out without looking back. Perhaps it was time he got Racelle her own quarters, rather than allowing her to stay with him.

That's high enough he might also take out a Dedicated or if perhaps an Asha'man if he's hit before he expects anything... but you won't be holding the Ashy for long.

Cheers to having another semi oldbie back *lifts a beer*

perhaps giving Joce a staff, our young soldiers a blade and locking both inside a cell of Earth.

That would be interesting, and no I'm not volunteering to be first.

Sounds fun... since Dash and Isha are are only two who have the Talent for Shielding one of us needs to get involved, eventually.

Glad to see you back man,

Dashiva's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Mehrin saluting to Dalinar, but kept silent and a few steps back and in between both men.

Folding his hands behind him, he waited in case either Mehrin or Dalinar requested his input.

Unable to stop a soft chuckle at Dalinar's words, he shook his head. "I imagine the Infantry may prefer the hard grounds, and may just bunk down on the training fields just to prove some point."

Shaking his head, he glanced around the Farm. He rarely showed his amusement, and his thoughts turned to why that had changed.

Get to it whenever Drenn, it's waited this long.

*sniggers* mm, Zbynek training little Soldiers in the ways of phys Ed. I feel sorry for the little guys now, :lol:

Hey Joce, you could always run in the nude ahead of all the soldiers...that'd be a great inducement for the soldiers to run faster and for you too :lol:

I'm around...somewhat. *pokes Drenn* We still got that competition between Dash and Drenn to do whenever you get around to replying to it.

Pulling back slightly, as the woman stepped forwards, he refused to look away now.

Shifting his head away from her touch, the restraints around him stopped him from moving very far, and grunted as his hair was pulled to force his face so he couldn't look away from her eyes even if he'd wanted to.

He glared into her eyes, before he was suddenly aware of more emotions than just the ones from Ata, but they quickly disappeared.

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in shock as he looked at the woman, even as she stepped back and settled down in the steps away from him.

She couldn't have... every custom he knew of screamed what she had just done was worse than rape. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes.

"No, burn you no." he whispered softly, before opening his eyes and glaring at the woman. He'd only been glaring daggers and death before, but now if looks did anything the woman in front of him would be less than ashes.

Cab why do you haunt the boards and not come back as an IC personality.

All these young whippersnappers think they can stand up to the legacy of you and Kor.

Dash,

"No it would not," he said coldly, making it clear that he was not going to stand idly by.

"It's tame, but try anything, and Star Blaze won't be the only animal you think is tame."