"Hello", his daughter said walking towards him.

"Hello Arya...," he said quietly. "You can call me Dash, or Dashiva like everyone else does."

Stretching slightly, he stripped off his tunic, and tossed it over his left shoulder, folded so the lightning bolts on the sleeves were hidden inside the folds.

After a moment, he crouched down so he wasn't towering over her, and shifted the short sword on his hip so it wasn't jabbing his stomach.

Dashiva walked around near the stable set aside for the mounts the various Asha'men under his command owned. He regularly received reports, and on a tip he randomly inspected things himself to ensure accuracy.

In the first month of arriving here, a few Dedicated thought to send him false reports, and he'd given them a sound punishment that ensured everyone knew not to lie to him.

After his inspection, he toured the area, getting to know it so he could open a Gateway nearby if needed.

He slowed as he saw a smaller figure moving on and around a horse, and seized saidin to get a closer look without approaching. Noting it was his daughter, he decided to have a small talk with her.

Releasing saidin he walked closer, and stood a short distance away, waiting for her to notice him.

*gives Cab a beer, then thinks better of it and offers the whole keg*

Just for the laughs there,

Dash,

Dashiva rolled over in his sleep, and his arm slid across Racelle. He'd long since become used to sleeping in the same bed as her, and no longer woke whenever she moved.

Moving slightly, he woke as he noticed something different and felt Racelle kissing him. Pulling back slightly, he rolled up on one arm to look down at her.

"what are you doing Racelle?" he asked quietly.

Dashiva's head leapt off his desk, blinking away the the blurring of the brandy to see Racelle entering his office.

"Im sorry to barge in. I should have knocked... Are you busy?"

Shaking his head, Dashiva smiled slightly and gestured to one of the chairs in front of him. "Not busy with work, just thoughts of a new discovery."

Getting up, he paced back and forth behind his desk a little, before dropping heavily back into his chair. He might as well tell Racelle himself, and it was better this way.

"I just found out I have a daughter, who is now in the Band," he said flatly. "Her mother has been dead for a year, and she somehow made her way here to the Band. I'm just putting myself back together right now after that little stunner."

Folding his arms, he decided he'd spend time with his daughter, try to get to know her a little. He couldn't replace the time he'd spent in the Black Tower, nor would he consider bringing her there. He couldn't give her past back, but he could at least try being a part of her future if she wanted him.

OOC: Ah, why not jump in. I can use the extra practice

IC: Dashiva scrawled his signature on a few reports a few of the instructing Asha'men had dropped off for him, and did the same for reports from the Asha'men out recruiting.

Shaking his head, he looked over his desk and smiled tightly as he saw he'd waded through nearly everything. That was a rare treat, and now he intended to leave before something rose from the papers and bit him.

Leaving his office, he wove a number of nasty wards to keep adventerous soldiers from sneaking in for a prank and left the Inn to have a quick jog.

The day was pleasant enough, and he decided to take a longer break and get in a more physical work out instead of waiting until nightfall. Heading to the training field, he stayed near the edge and stripped down to his waist.

He had spare uniforms, but he didn't feel like changing now for the workout, and again before going back to his office. Dropping down on his chest, he started doing push-ups and counting them off.

Stopping at two hundred, he rolled over and started doing sit-ups. he counted them off just as steady, not pushing himself and more enjoying the day. Standing up, he walked over to the tree holding his shirt and tunic, along with his weapons and drew his two handed sword.

Swinging the blade around in the drills that had been drilled into him as a Blight Scout, and had become the movements he always used, he stepped up the practice. Seizing saidin, and bending it to his will he wove Fire and Air ten feet away and increased the heat around him.

Bringing the heat upto and just a little hotter than the Blight, he went back to exercising, testing his self control and smiling. He hadn't been into the Blight in years, or felt it, and he suddenly felt a lot more aggressive. His blade moved with more energy than it had been, and he split his attention to form Earth in the general shape of Trolloc's and Myrdraal for his two handed sword to bit.

"Dash, if you don't mind, I'm going to show A.D. the Citadel and give her a chance to learn where things are."

Dashiva blinked, and suddenly remembered that Mehrin had been here and he'd lost most awareness of his surroundings. Nodding slightly, he leaned back in his chair and wiped his hands over his face.

"If you need time, I recommend that you take it; this can't be easy. I'll keep her occupied for awhile so you can regather your thoughts." Nodding again, Dashiva glanced at the drawer holding a bottle of a strong brandy. Normally he never touched the stuff, but it suddenly held a lot of appeal.

Hearing his door close, he glanced up but it was only Mehrin closing it behind him. Looking around by reflex for any assassins that might have slipped in, he opened the drawer and pulled out the brandy.

Setting it on his desk, he brought out a glass and took a moment to decide if this was really what he should be doing. Thinking a moment, he cracked the seal and quickly poured a few fingers of brandy and gulped it down. Pouring another little bit, he moved the glass back, and sealed the bottle with saidin before putting it away.

Feeling the warmth in his gut, he leaned back and rubbed his face again. Taking a sip from the cup, he set it down and shook his head. He was stunned that he had a daughter, and amazed she'd survived on her own. He felt some pride in her, and angry with himself for not having realised something like this might have happened before now.

Taking another sip of brandy, he shook his head again. "take things slow...she may be my daughter but we don't know each other. I can't just make up for years in a day," he muttered to himself before laying his head on his desk.

The BT no longer follows the mentor system, we use the class format these days.

I could have sworn I replied to this earlier, but apparently I haven't.

Dash,

Dashiva nodded. "working in the stables are you? Watch out for some of the calvary's warhorse's, some are less friendly than most."

Shrugging slightly, he looked at Arya and then at Mehrin. He was still stunned, and it was hard to know what he should be doing.

"Tamsanne is dead, she was killed this spring.."

Searching his brain, Dashiva was pretty sure the merchant he'd met on the road south of Fal Dara was Tamsanne.

Shaking his head sadly, he looked down at his desk. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly.

Looking up, he pushed away the urge to go back to the taverns's. "I don't know what else to say, but I truly am sorry."

Dashiva chose to ignore the fact this woman suddenly stumbled. "Peace favor your sword, Dashiva Somtaaw. My name is Xandrea Raylin, Undercommander of the Band of the Red Hand."

He turned his head to look at this Xandrea, and raised his eyebrow. He'd been at the Citadel long enough to know most of the officers of the Band. "At least I was. It's a long story, and I'm pretty tired. If you don't mind just showing me to whoever the Commander is now and I'll let you be on your way."

Dashiva nodded, and felt the subtle stopping of his barge. Opening a gateway, he waited for Xandrea to go through first and stepped through the hole after her into the roped off Traveling Grounds.

"Follow me please," and quickly stepped over the ropes. He had no itentions of just standing there until an opening Gateway cut him in half.

As she walked after him, he left his skimming gateway close, and walked at a relatively slow pace towards Mehrin's office. Shaking his head as a mildly funny thought hit him at how many people he was bringing to Mehrin, he suppressed the urge to smile.

Stopping outside Mehrin's office door, he rapped on it sharply, before nodding at Xandrea.

Dashiva looked down slightly as he saw movement, and saw the young girl he'd just brought back to the Citadel.

"I'm Arya Daenerys Somtaaw," he frowned slightly as he heard the name, wondering why she was claiming his name.

"I.." she turned and looked back for a moment before looking back at him. "They say your Dashiva Somtaaw, thats the name my mother named my father by" she got faster as she went on, and then stopped biting her lip.

Dashiva slowly dropped back into his chair, looking at this Arya and completely forgot about Mehrin standing there. His mind flashed back over the years trying to figure things out. "I am Dashiva Somtaaw yes," he said after a moment trying to buy more time to think.

He pushed saidin away, and scrubbed his face, before it felt like he'd been hit by lightning in training again. "Your mother...was she a merchant?" he asked, forcing his throat and mouth to work.

Dashiva looked up from his desk at the brisk knocking. He hadn't been in his office long, having gone to get a few drinks from the tavern that most of the asha'men liked.

Frowning a momennt, he stood and called out, "come." Using a small weave of Air he opened the door from behind his desk and nodded at Mehrin. "Mehrin, what can I do for you?"

Dashiva watched mixed things pass over the womans face, before she approached the gateway, and he stepped through first to make the barge which they'd stand on.

"Who are you, anyway? What is your relation to the band?" she asked, Dashiva choose not to answer right away, altering the weave slightly so the barge began it's almost imperceptable movment.

With the trip started, he looked down at her and shrugged slightly. "I am Dashiva Somtaaw, Storm Leader of the Black Tower. The Black Tower and the Band are now allies, and I lead the detachment of Asha'men here," he told her.

Looking around the blackness around the barge, he looked back. "And you are?"

Dashiva nodded at the woman, and then at the scout officer. "Take your men back on patrol," he said quietly, reaching out for saidin.

Glancing around, he spotted a nice small clearing and wove a Gateway for Skimming. It was too far to the nearest place that was marked out he knew well enough to Travel directly from, and Skimming was nearly as fast.

As the silver line formed, he turned back and readied a few flows of Air. It never hurt to be ready, and many people didn't respond well, many of the scouts still had doubts about jumping through Gateways.

"If you follow me through, I can have you in front of the commander within the half hour," he said quietly as was his custom.

Dashiva heard about a group of newer scouts going out to patrol some of the older paths and decided to tag along.

Closing his office and warding it, he turned control of the Black arms over to Andar and tossed his packed bag over his shoulder. Sheathing his blades, he went down and joined the scouts.

Pulling a rough map of the area out, he went over the planned route with the officer in charge of the patrol, Dashiva opened a Gateway to give them a boost out.

Walking along nearby the path, off to the side, he watched the new scouts with a fair amount of amusement carefully hidden behind his mask.

One scout slipped back to report a woman found, and Dash went with them, reaching for saidin as he moved just in case. He arrived in time to hear the end of the woman's plea and quietly asked a nearby scout who looked to have been there a time.

"Lieutenant, I can take her back if you want? You can continue your patrol, and if you stick to the schedule I could get back quickly, or send a replacement," he said softly.

Standing up, he picked his way carefully through the few tree's, and pulled his black tunic down. "We are a number of miles away from the commander, but if you come with me I can have you there in a few minutes, my lady."

"Yes, I would like to go Sir." Dash nodded and turned in the general direction of the Citadel.

The gate was only a few miles down the road, and he hadn't truly exercised today. Keeping a light grip on the horse's bridle, he guided the horse into a walk which quickly turned into a good jog for him and trotting for the horse.

After just a few minutes, he felt something was missing, and it took him a minute to realise he was missing his big plate armor. It had been too long since he had jogged next to a horse, but his training regimen at the Tower hadn't left him unfit.

When he got closer to the gate, he made subtle handsigns to the scouts and archers that were on the road and slowed as the main gate came into view. Nodding at a nearby sergeant, he waved the woman over. "Another one for Mehrin sergeant," he told her, letting go of the bridle.

Turning he started walking towards the area of the Citadel which held most of the taverns, for an ale or two before he went to his office.

Any Dedicated or Ashy can do your testing... Dash never really gets the chance to leave the grounds. He's too busy with paperwork, cooking, or general work around the BT itself to slip off to Tear.

Basically, Dash is the IC newbie greeter. Everyone's supposed to go through him, since he's basically the Master of training (or whatever we call that position here)

As a side note, I hate my keyboard it's sticky as hell and it's hard to type >_<

*winces and shakes head* Ouch... I hear that.

For starting... since your bio is approved and CC'd you either come to the BT through our recuiting center in Tear, or something.

Where did your bio leave you off? Were you entering the BT grounds?

In any case:

-an Ashy either picks you up from Tear

-an Ashy picks you up from wherever in the world you are.

-your approaching the Black Tower gate

You'll be meeting Dash before getting your soldier quarters. I'm the IC newbie greeter, and one of the harder men here.

Dash,

"I'm going on my way to the citadel. And what are your buisniss here?"

Dashiva's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer right away to keep a straight face. "I work for the Band," he said after a moment, when he was sure his face said what he wanted it to. Only Covai might have noticed the slip, or maybe Racelle, but this girl sure wouldn't have noticed.

"I'll bring you to the Citadel if you still desire to go there," he added after a moment.

That would be a no Taea. OP scores here at the BT are pretty useless, we don't refer to them very often. As a soldier, and even to a small extend newly promoted Dedicated your scores don't really have much effect.

So feel free to RP as soon as you want, provided your bio is approved and CC'd of course.

Dashiva moved through the woods, practicing some of his silent movement techniques to try getting back into shape.

He froze as he heard the distinct noise of a horse walking, and slowly dropped into a crouch before moving closer to the path.

He saw a very young woman walking alongside a horse, and carefully looked around before reaching out for saidin. Making a small noise weave on the other side of the path, he triggered it and darted forwards to grab the horse' bridle, as the young girl he noted tried to mount.

After a moment of just looking at her, he looked around for anyone who might be hiding just off the path and released saidin and the Void.

"And just what is a young woman like you riding around these parts," he asked softly.

Dash usually welcomes and doesn't 'usually' handle training, but he does do the cooking at the Inn and may be seen a few hours before sunrise at the pt field or saidin training field.

I'm off my 2 months some odd day vacation, and looking for some RP's to get back into practice.

Anyone need a Storm Leader somewhere... or a trip somewhere for the civvie's, for more clothing (time warped after you've been here a few months)

Dash

Dashiva woke a few hours before dawn, as was his custom. He'd shaken the last of his sickness away, and was quickly returning to the routine he'd set for the years he'd been at the Black Tower.

Slipping out of his bed quietly, he brushed a few hairs off Racelle's face, and then opened the large black dresser, pulling out one of his old, worn uniforms. Dressing quickly and silently, he pulled on a pair of similarly worn boots and ghosted through his two story home to the front door and slipped out.

Resetting the wards, he released the miniscule amount of saidin needed go, and jogged over to the Inn. It was a cool, crisp morning with just a hint of the frost of coming winter, and he inhaled deeply. The smell of the dew on the ground was pleasant and he enjoyed being awake so early.

Carefully undoing the wards around the Inn, he slipped inside and set food into the stoves and on the tops to start cooking. Setting the cooking weaves he tied them off, and slid back out, resetting the wards to keep any adventerous soldiers from stealing alcohol.

Setting a light jog, he finished two koras-laps around the outer perimeter of the Farm. (Note for any who don't know, one koras-lap is actually 3 laps around the outside of the Farm's grounds, well past the outer buildings) and slowed as he got to the physical training field. Dropping onto his stomach, he immediately started doing 150 push-ups, followed by 150 sit-ups.

He missed the days when he'd had nothing better to do but train to kill with saidin and do physical training to keep in shape, but he had other responsibilities now for Dalinar, and wasn't going to shirk his duties.

Rising off the ground, he jogged back home and changed, leaving his home once more dressed in his black uniform, looking crisp and lean. the hilt to his two handed sword poked over his left shoulder, and his short sword hung from his left hip. He had a few throwing knives tucked in his sleeves, and would find time later in the day to practice with his weapons.

Glancing up at the sky, the sun just starting to come over the horizon, he gave a small smile as he looked upon the colour filled sky before he slid back into the Void. Walking back to the Inn, he untied the cooking weaves to get breakfast ready for everyone, the Inn now being the popular place to eat and no one eating the gruel that had once been the main thing to eat when he'd joined.