Ok Aiel, head count time. Those who still hang arround - please post here. And we need to think of something to bring ourself back from letargy. Now those in favor of an RP, be it an intradivisional or interdivisional please say I, and let's put our heads together and see what we can come up with

"Why should I mingle when we should open up the dance floor with the first round?" - Arie said with a smile and a kiss.And then took his hand in a grip surprisingly strong for a woman of her build. Well she had a good reason to keep such a strong grip, Daemon was known for his avoidance of dancing.He was not able to dance at all before he met Arie, and it was only thanks to her determination, and endurance to ignore all the times he had stepped on her toes, that Daemon knew how to dance today. And he absolutly loved dancing with her, only playing teh reluctant dancer for the old time's sake, and for the smile it put on her face everytime he did so.Somewhere in the mids of it it changed, no longer was he dragging him to dance, he was now leading her gracefully to the dancefloor, where other couples have already taken the liberty of opening the dance. There was Llugh and Rosheen, who looked compleatly different in a dress and without the mohawk, no one was going to mistake her for a man tonight. And of course - the ones who partly had fault for tonights dance, Cairma and Aran.While Aran's outfit was not a surprise Cairma's sure was. He knew that Aran won a bet and got to choose Cairma's dress but he never knew that the man had such a fine taste. The blue domani style dress suited Cairma perfectly and she looked absolutly gorgeous in it. Aran might have to fight over her tonight, but then again, knowing Cairma, he probably would not have to, as Cairma would probably do the job herself.

Smiling he turned to Arie, his eyes glowing with love, and bowed to her.

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my Lady?" - he asked to which Arie just giggled and held out her hand.Taking her hand in his, Daemon began leading her into a dance, (I will leave the description to you as I am horrible with dances) smiling, his happiness beaming from him. It was hard to tell wheater the people in here were surprised or shock to see Daemon smile and be happy. In the Yards he did not display any emotion. Cairma was sure shocked to see her mentor smiling and Daemon could hear something that sounded suspiciously like an old man from her. Well he would have to deal with her, but later, much later. Right now he danced with his wife, and he enjoyed it more than anything!

Daemon

Now that was expected. Maiden's were famous about being the society that takes Ji'e'toh to heart the most, and Talbitha was not an exception. Ghaul stood and walked towards her. Talbitha still held her eyes low, refusing to look at him. Ghaul walked in circles arround her.

"So you think that because I helped you out that day you know owe me toh? That you've waisted my time?"

She was still looking down,so Ghaul stopped in front of her, and very gently raised her head until their eyes met.

"There that's better. It's always better to see the eyes of the person you talk to. " - plus, Talbitha had really beautiful eyes.

"The Aiel have survived by sticking together and helping eachother out Talbitha. That day I did nothing that you would have not done for me if I our roles were swtiched. It's an Aiel duty to help a fallen comrade, and I will not lose one of the most promising warriors this clan has by neglecting my duties.So - you do not have Toh towards me, Talbitha."

Ghaul was about to speak when he felt a damp spot on the side of his upper cadin'sor. One look revealed a dark spot, just below his ribcage. And old wound has opened again.

"Blasted thing, it never heals properly no matter what I try."

Ghaul

A good old Italy ... the only way to break their defence is to :

a) Their defenders to screw up

b) Very very very VERY heavy artilery bombardment

You forget his two red cards, now that is a first in the history of soccer, and it took quite an effort to get them

*flashes you a predatory smile* I was hoping you'll say that, dearest

*eyes the broken leashes* And just what are you plannin in here Young Maiden?

Well I've done it again ... I mixed up the Aiel ...

Now where do we find Devon. Personaly the only problem I see with that is the marriage. You see Aiel are extreamly xenophobic,they will not just marry a wetlander like that. Still falling in love is as good of a reason as they can get, and you can expect everything from a Maiden ...

The Aiel war took place about 20 year ago, in 978 NE. Now while the Aiel have a great deal of respect for the Borderlanders, which are the only wetlanders,outsde of those who are warder trained, who have some chance against an Aiel in combat, marrigaes outside of the Aiel are very rare. Not impossible but very rare.

What you need to do now, is to send this bio to aielbios@yahoo.com and our biochecker will either mail back to you suggestions about editing the bio or post his approval,crosscheck in this case.

Devon is the bio checker, his DM handle is Kael. The reason he has not got your bio yet is because you need to send your bio to aielbios@yahoo.com, the biochecker then posts the approve bio or gets back at you with suggestions and comments

I must admit that I did not thought it possible ... and I myself was for Japan in this game ... too much Hearts of Iron ...

The dress code was formal,and so Daemon dressed formally.Or intented to,as he was still looking at the closed doors of his wardrobe.He had a very clear on what to wear,and so he pulled that outfit out of the wardrobe.It has been years since he had wore the official Queen Guard uniform.First a white shirt found itself onto his small clothes,then a pair red pants,with white emrbodery on the edges.A red top with the white lion of Andor on the front and sleeves.On his hand a pair of white gloves.In this uniform Daemon headed down into the common room,where the dance was soon to begin.Getting there a smile appeared on his face. Arie was busy restoring the decoration that Kastor and Kolin had pulled down. She obviously was not happy with the boys. Noticing his smile,she picked up the twins and handed them to him.

"Here." She passed them to him with a surprising amount of strength and skill. "Deal with them before i bind them with the wrapping they just pulled down."

Daemon looked at the twins, which returned a look very familiar to Daemon.

"Well boys will be boys and ... " - Arie turend to give him an also familair look. - " ... and I think it is time for the boys to go to bed,I will be back shortly my love." - he gave her a kiss before heading back upstairs.

Once upstairs in their room,Kastor and Kolin decided to play their favourite game - "Let's give the parent a hard time getting us into bed." Once inside their room, they started running arround like crazy! Unfortunatly for them their father was a Grandmaster of Speed and Path of the Blade.Once the boys feet touched the ground they split in two directions,Kolin heading for his favourite hiding place under the table,while Kastor was set on putting the bed between him and his dad. Daemon just watched with a smile. Ever since they began walking they seemed to greatly enjoy trying to run away from him, something that they never tried when Arie was putting them to bed. One of these days he should really ask her what secret weapon did she applied. But now was time for the twins to get some sleep. Daemon, who in one moment seemed to be shaking his head with a smile on his face in the middle of the room, was the next moment next to the table, Kolin in his hands. The next Kastor blinked as his father suddenly appeared infront of him. The boy tried to crawl under the bed but he ws swiftly picked up by Daemon. Putting both in their bed,Daemon smiled as he tucked them in.

"Keep trying boys, perhaps one day you'll best me"

Perhaps, but that day was not now.With the boys asleep Daemon could now go down in the common room, and so he did, to find it filling up quite fast. There were already people he recognized, though he had to look twice at the woman in the blue domani dress to make sure it is Cairma. Looking for Arie he found her, still wearing her apron, and still helping out behind the bar. Shaking hei head Daemon walked straight to her, a smile apearing on his face as their eyes met. And Daemon could swear he could hear gasps among the people present, most of which knew him from the Yards, as he smiled. Most of them probably thought that he is incapable of such emotions.

"Still wearing that, my love?" - he asked. - "I do belive that our guests are waiting and would love another chance to talk with the hostess"

"Are you ready for this" - Rien asked before attacking.Unbeknows to him,Rien triggered some memories in Daemon,memories of his first days of training. His first words to Tria Gaidin were almost the same.And as Rien attacked Daemon could easily see himself in his trainee days in Rien's moves.

It was not hard for Daemon to block Rien's attacks,but still this he was pleased with the skill Rien showed.True,it was still rough and unpolished,but that's what he was for,to make sure that Rien develops every single grain of skill he had.

The clash of steel did not rang for long.One by one,Rien's attacks were blocked,with little effort on Daemon's side.It was very soon that Rien realized what he had to do.He sheeted his blade.

"I guess I have a long way to go"

Daemon sheeted his sword

"A journey of a thosand miles begins with a single step Rien,and you just took your first step on the art of honing your skills to perfection.Have the rest of the day off,and enjoy it,it will be your last in quite a while.Tomorrow we begin."

So was I,in fact Koras was,and still is,my best buddy

I remember you Llugh *slautes then holds out his hand* Welcome back man,long time no see indeed

Hey Zbynek! Long time no see!! I am Davram/Daemon Ronshor. Perhaps you remember me.I am glad to see that you decided to make a come back. Now all we need is to convince Koras and Roka to come back and we're all set!

Davram

Rien was obviously in awe by the weapon,and was eager to learn.Good,this ment that Rien would pay attention to instructions,and take good care of the blade.

"Worry not Rien,your training will begin soon enough.Enjoy your free time while you have it,because once you begin training,free days will be few and far between.Though I would like to see what skill you currently have." - with that Daemon drew his own sword. - "I wish you to attack me.I will only defend myself."

ooc:Ok,have a go at Daemon,with the current weapon scores you wouldn't be able to penetrate his defence but let's not bother with details,just have fun

The preparation for this one trip was the same as any other.Daemon first went through checking his weapons.Which consisted in sharpening the blade of his katana sword,and wrapping up his unstringed composite shortbow in waterproof cloth.Then came the armor,his tursty old combination of chain mail and plate armor.It

was battleworn but it still did a fine job of keeping him intact.Next came rations,carefull wrapped in waterprood paper,a clock in case of rain,and an extra suit of clothing,just in case.The food,the eztra set of clothing and the armor went into the saddlebags,and the red cloack on his shoulders,Daemon headed towards the stables,where Tarrasque awaited him.Putting the saddle bags on the horse,and to the saddle he attached a quiver of arrows and the unstringed bow.Mounting Tarrasque,Daemon headed for the meeting point in the tower grounds.

On the way memories of old came back to him.This was not the first time Daemon served as escort of Red sisters on a mission to catch a male channeler.He has done so once before,when they headed against a False Dragon in Arad Doman.Arie was burned out in the battle that followed,and their bond was snapped.Daemon went berserk that day and ... With a shake of the head Daemon chased away these thoughts.Nothing of the kind was going to happen this time.

Daemon crossed the bridge and greated the men standing guard at the gate with a nod.He headed towards the tower stables,where the party should have gathered by now.And indeed they have.They were almost assembled and ready to go.Daemon passed by the Aes Sedai,not greeting them in any way but with a nod of the head and joined the ranks of the tower guards.There were many familiar faces here,including his mentee Cairma.He stoped next to her and Aran.

"Good morning to both of you" - he greeted. - "You do not look too excited to be on this trip. Good,as there is nothing to be excited about."

"I have chosen a weapon, sir" Rien said, "but I don't know what it is..."

Daemon thought that Rien had chosen one of the more exotic weapons in the Armory,but to his surprise Rien has chosen a katana.

"So I see.Well what you have chosen the katana sword.There are quite a few katana wielders in the Tower Grounds,including myself.The katana is a masterpiece of a weaponsmith.It is manifactured ina process called folding the metal.A katana is often folded several thousand times,which makes it very strong,and creates it's unique cutting edge,but the down side of this is that the katana is fragile.Though some consider it a heavy weapon,it is actually not so heavy,and ot relies on the speed of it's wileder,and the sharpest cutting edge that any sword has,to win a fight.You need to be very carefull with such a weapon though,and it's maintenance is not easy.You need to make sure that the edge is not damaged and keep the blade oilded and clean at all times." - Daemon's gaze turn a bit to the side,looking at the entrance of the armory. He took a flask of weaponsmith oil,some rags,and a sharpening stone. - "You will need these in order to keep the blade in shape Rien. Now,do you have any questions about the weapon or it's maintenance?"

Daemon

*smiles and takes the pudding,snuggling Maegan* Mine!

And since we're posting info - here's some info for my char

Basic stats:

Name: Davram

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Hair: Short and black

Eyes: Dark

Skin: Tanned and rough

Height: 6 feet

Voice: Deep and booming bass

Nationality: Saldean

Rank IC: Asha'man

Personality: Davram is an ex cavalary officer,and has a fiery temper befitting one.At first glance he appears moody but is actually quite sociable and open.He knows how to control his temper,and as a heritage from his cavalary days - is ready to throw himself in harms way for a friend.

His views of Aes Sedai are somewhat typical.As a borderlander he has great respect for them,since they fight the same enemy.As a male channeler though,he can not help but be a bit uneasy and weary of them.

It has been a while since that day,in which reality gave way to chaos.Still no one could tell what really happened,or what caused it.The Wise Ones were just as puzzeled as Ghaul was.Whatever it was,it was limited to that day.Live has gone back into it's normal rythm,and as a proof of that Ghaul was on his way to the wise ones roof to see of Talbitha has awaken yet.The maiden had developed a fever since the battle with the blood creatures and has not awaken since.This was the third time Ghaul visited her,each time recieving reports of Talbitha recovering.Those were good news.Walking into the part of the wise one roof which was turned into an informary he asked

"How is she today?"

"Better. The fever has left her, and the wound healed. She was tramatized by the creature. Or maybe something else."

*Her eyes flutter.*

"Something else."

"There is no need for you to be here. She needs rest. She will wake in her own time."

That was true,Ghaul was not a healer,he was a warrior.He knew how to give first aid but long term care was beyond his knowledge.He nodded silently and left,heading back for his own roof,there were a few training related issues that needed his attention.Those were quick to settle,the Aiel were very organized people,and it was quick to get things done in the Aiel society.As the door of his roof opened Ghaul raised his eyes,expecting to see one of his trainees,but instead he saw Talbitha.Obviosuly she had awaken soon after he left.

"I see you Talbitha" - Ghaul began with the traditional Aiel welcome. - "I am glad to see you have defeated the fever."

Bow and quatterstaff,weapons that relied on the users agility and speed.Daemon made a mental note of that as he led Rien further into the grounds.His question continued.

"On which do you relly the most Rien,speed or strenght?Which do you think is your best and what might give you an edge in combat?"

The massive building of the armory was now infront of them,as Daemon rained more questions on Rien.

"Do you preffer heavier weapons or lighter?Ranged or melee?" - Daemon noticed that Rien was a bit nervous but he had one last question. - "And do you preffer to fight alone or in group."

Obviously Daemon had overdone a bit with the questions,as Rien ws deep in thought.

"Take your time and answer truthfully to these questions,as they will help me pick the right training to suit your talents.Once you answer,enter the armory and choose a weapon you like best"

Daemon

ooc:Description of all weapons in teh armory can be found here : http://www.gaidin.org/armory.php

The note from Ginae still in hand,Daemon was waiting near the Armory entrance.As Ginae had informed him he was assaigned a new mentee - Rien Lach.It was a while since he was entrusted a mentee due to his harsh ways of training,and he has almost forgotten what being a mentor is like.But he was soon to recall that.

As he noticed a young man,almost a boy walk into the yards,he checked the note again.Yes,he matched the description.

"Rien Lach?" - the boy nodded. - "I am Daemon Ronshor,Tower Guard and Grand Master of the Path of the Blade.I am assaigned to be your mentor.Now follow me,we're to visit the Armory.While we're on our way there - tell me about your skills with weapons"

"What I am playing at?" - Daemon's face remain emotionless. - "I am playing at nothing Cairma,simply testing your nerves and skill.Accept this partly as training,and partly as me wanting to help you"

Daemon took a sip from the mug,and made a mental note to have it filled again once the maid come arrounf again.Cairma in the mean time was giving him another puzzled look.

"Lately you've been pushing yourself too hard Cairma.True the Path of the Blade is a forge,and it's disciples,like weapons in a forge, are folded again and again until they become as strong,endurable and flexible as possible.However,if you fold the steel too many times it will break. You do need some time out Cairma,and I am trying to arrange you some"

Ordering another mug as Gisele passed by,Daemon turned to Cairma.

"Plus,getting you into a dress is one way to get back at you for calling me an old man."

The last was said in a light tone of voice,which brought the humorous atmosphere back.

You know what is up with me - exams