ROUSs? Someone please dechiper!

  I checked the Bio archive I have, but yours is not among them, sorry ...

  I remember you Coren, after all, I was the one who trained you! Yes, a few things have changed, I'm the DL and clan chief, and like Eqwina said, Ghaul is caught. And you came back just in time for the wedding. So ghrab your spear and report for wedding bash duty ;)

*watches Estel sneak out and towards his weapons of mass destruction storage* This could happen. I'd hate to think what will happen if she gets her hands on the rocket proppeled flame throwers or the modified MRLS ...

  As for what else can happen - well I have been part of the Wolfkin before, I have an idea what happens ;)

  Something tells me that I am in trouble now ...

Ok, I actually do not belong here, but the temptation was too much

  First of all, welcome to Kura! I haven't been a member of the wolfkin RP wise, though I was a community wolfkin for a while and it was fun. I am sure you'll like it here. Now off to business.

  *steals Andrea and the handcuffs*

  And I am gone!

  *comes back after a while and steals a bagfull of other goodies among which are aroma salts and lotions, champagne, some chocolate suryp and a feather*

  Ok, now I am gone!

  *disappears*

  Oh, don't you worry. I will make sure she does not get away  ;)

  *grins* I always wanted to do that

  Well something tells me that if Ghaul tries to ask Talbs right in the hall, in front of the Car'a'carn, she'll run for the hills. So whenever Talbs feels ready.

  He sliped. As he was falling down Ghaul new that this was it, his opponent would not miss such a chance. And he didn't. Ghaul had not yet hit the ground and the treekiller was alredy on top of him. The dagger was on its way down to Ghaul throat and as the clan chief prepared to awake from the dream a voice came, one he recognized.

  "NO!  GHAUL!"

  It was hard to say who was more shocked, the treekiller he dubbed Aventari or him. Talbitha had come forward from the lines on Aiel along the walls, her fixed on them. Her expression was one of fear, but yet something in her eyes. Never before had he seem her eyes like this. They were usually cold, like the eyes of all Aiel, but this time, they were warm, caring and frightened.

  The rest of the events were registered by Ghaul's senses, but his mind was pushing them all in the background. The ring of the dagger on the marble floor, the treekiller taking his spears, breaking them in front of the Car'a'carn, throwing them back behind him so they came to rest near Ghaul, and then saying something that only he and Jarron al'Tanin heard, it was all in the background. Ghaul got back on his feet and picked up his spear by force of habit and instinct. Again by instinct he thought of replacing the shafts, but what was really occupying his mind was Talbitha. His mind raced to try and understand why would she react this way, why would she alone come to his aid, and why was she so frightened? As much as he tried to answer those questions, he could not. Only one person could provide the answers, and his feet had brought him to her.

  Talbitha was standing in front him, concern still plainly visable on her face. Ghaul stood in front of her for a few moments before speaking.

  "I owe you my life for what it is worth, Talbitha. And I have toh towards you that I do not know if I will be able to repay"

    Ghaul

  Define reason ;)

  Ahh, so Rose made the jump to RP, eh? And is still unmarried, to my surprise. Well though a bit unusual I do not see a problem with that. Well this is cross checked, so have fun, Dearest!

  Sometimes I wonder if Ghaul is going to survive ;)

  The wolf may change it's coat, but never it's teeth. The assassin might be posing as a lord, but he was still an assassin. Though if he had been planning on enraging Ghaul before the fight he was mistaking. Those who fought in rage died in rage, a lesson the clan chief was long since familiar. Still, if it was a fight that he wanted, a fight he would get. As the so called Lord Lavenes was preparing himself, Ghaul made a slight change in his armament. He was armed with a spear and buckler when he took the life of the older Aventari, against this one though, he want for two spears.

  "Begin"

  Well now, with his opponents weapon being so long, the main question was going to be how to get near to  him. Also they were fighting on polished marble, which made the matter of a good footing rather tricky. Still though, Ghaul was not compleatly handicapped. True, Aventari had a longer weapon, and he was probably more used to the floor than Ghaul, but the clan chief had practiced along with the warriors to fight on such a surface, in case the Car'a'carn was attacked during an audience. Anything can be expected from these wetladers. However, none of those thoughts were on Ghaul's mind right now. His thoughts were concentrated on how to get to Aventari and send him to his brother without impaling himself on that spear of his. Once he was close enough for Aventari to resort to daggers the odds will shift in Ghaul's favor. Still, to get to that moment he would first have to get pass the spear, and judging by the look of things, it was not going to be easy. Oh well, if it was easy, it would not be fun.

  As expected, Aventari was keeping things at distance, watching Ghaul and waiting for him to make the first move. Ghaul, already veiled, did not like to disappoint, but something told him that he would like being impaled on a pike even less. He needed to get that spear out of the way. The simplest way to do so was to simply push it away. And so he did. The spear in his left hand shot forward along the spear shaft help by the treekiller, pushing it to one side. In the same time Ghaul moved forward the spear in his right hand seemed to be flying out of his grip aimed for Aventari. The spear's flight was short though, as Ghaul's grip tightened at the end of the shaft. Also, Aventari pulled back and stabed at Ghaul. It was about now that the 'audience' of the fight would expect some 'acrobatics', and they were not let down, as Ghaul sidesteped and then with a step forward pivoted around his own axis to bring his two spears in a slashing arc aimed for his opponent. This move was not to draw blood either, as Aventari brought the spear back in time to meet Ghaul's spears. Steping back to launch another attack, Ghaul had to switch directons fast as Aventari now decided to use the weapon as a spear instead of stave and came at Ghaul. The wetlander took the offensive and it was time for a rapid rethinking of strategy on Ghaul's terms. As always, a solution proved simple enough in theory, in practice though, it was quite tricky to get. However, when warriors of their caliber clashed, such moves were possible. And when the spear tip of Aran's spear swished passed Ghaul in a stab in a series of stabs, something unexepected for most happened. The Aiel reached out and caught the spear shaft of the weapon that just swished passed him. His right hand brought up his second spear and brought it down, aiming for the shaft. The steel left a clean cut and Aventari was not fighting with a stave. Discarding the part of the spear he has just cut off, Ghaul launched himself in attack. So far, it was going good.

  Ghaul

  Interesting turn of events - the one who began it all, twenty four years back, now declared themselves victims.True, the Aiel spears did awake many treekillers, but the casualties on the Aiel side were quite a  few! And yet, here they were, some still bearing the wounds they recieved yesterday. All speaking against the Aiel, all forgetting to whom Cairhien owned it's wealth and prosperity in the first place. In a way, even the creation of the Rogue Guild was in result of the Aiel gift from 566 NE. And yet the same gift brought them the name Treekillers and Oathbreakers, a bit more than two hundedred years later. Life was full of ironies. And another irony was taking place right now. It was not a secret to anyone who had eyes to see that both groups wanted to finish the other off. The only difference was in the reasons while the groups were restraining themselves to do. In the case of the treekillers that would mean suicide, while the Aiel were honour bound by the Car'a'carn declared amnesty. The word of the Car'a'carn was biding for each Aiel, from the trainees to society leaders, from herders and blacksmiths to wise ones and clan chiefs. And so, Ghaul was standing besides Jarron al'Tanin, his eyes fixed on one of the wetlanders. Yes, his face was different, but the eyes were the same. That man was one of the group who not only poisoned Aiel warriors, but also killed a Wise One and slaughtered Gai'Shan. Ghaul doubted that the man knew how much that has shocked the Aiel, and he was certain that he deffinatly had no idea that it was actually this that has lead to the so called Day of the Black Veils. And when that man spoke, it only confirmed what Ghaul already knew.

  "Barbarian? Well it is an improvement from savage, but still, your dictionary leaves a lot to be required, Aventari. Still even though I am a barbarian and I am supposed not to know this, it is considered impolite to ignore a question, so I will answer."

  Some of the treekillers reacted strange, it was as if they did not expect the Aiel to be able to talk.

  "Last I saw it, your brother's head was impaled on a pike on the central square, and unless some of your fellow treekillers has taken it down, it is still there. Take it, if you wish. As for how much I value the life of my warriors - well treekiller, I certainly value them much much higher then you value the loves of those you claim to have fought for. Did you know that this so called Day of the Black Veils was caused not because you poisoned Aiel warriors, but because you killed a Wise One and many Gai'Shans, some that was completely unnecessary in what was supposed to be a rescue mission. So you see, you have brought yourself the death of those you claim to fought for."

*gives Akira the "Mean (tor)Mentor" look*

  100 laps around the Yards, go

  Well, all the Japanese I know is useless outside of the dojo ...

  An aketon eh? Good for both being the only armour and being padding for further armour protection. It would be interesting to see with which choise Via would go for.

  "Well, so you decided to keep the weapon you came with, eh? Fine by me. Now by the looks of your weapon, I take it I need not explain how to take care of it. Someone already told you that in advance. Still your choice suggest that you have some expirience with your current weapon. I am curious to hear what it is."

  Daemon leaned against the outer wall of the armory.

  "So, how do you came in possesion of this blade, and how well can you use it?"

  Ghaul would be Lord of the Pointy Sticks while Daemon is Lord Don't Point that Thing at Me!!

  And I know I am a spoil sport but that thing is his sword.

  *releases the sword hilt* No, I will not use that sword against you, dearest.

  *supresses a few thoughts*

  But when I meet you I will give you my second shinai and then ... *grins*

  Hello there Denethor, it's nice to see another oldbie come back. I think Shoar started an epidemic - the oldbiereturnitis. I must remember to thank him

Shadowspawn class, great idea Shan! Teach those young guards well!!!

  Oh and if the naughty boys in class are giving you trouble - tell them you have a Bulgarian friend who practices Kendo, has a brand new sword forged for him and is wondering on who to test the blade ;)

  Kalush'es style of fighting wasn't Ren'Shai, at least not a pure Ren'Shai. In Ren'Shai you just pushed and pushed your opponent toward making a mistake until he made one, it was as psychological attack as it was a physical one. Kalush however did not went for that all out attack. Instead she waged a limited war based on what her mother has taught her of Ren'Shai, if you would excuse Daemon using strategic terms.And while it was nice to see her taking her own view on the teaching she had recieved, Daemon did not compleatly approved of what she was doing. There was nothing wrong with building on the foundations, but first you need your foundations to be complete. As Kalush pulled back a bit with the intention of keeping Daemon in check the man pushed his attack. Kalush had the right idea, however, she had underestimated Daemon's speed. For a man in his fourties, fourty four to be precice, Daemon was amazingly fast. Daemon's blade lathe slided along side Kalush'es, pushing slightly off the centre line, then the lathe was quickly raised and brought down, Daemon stopping it less than a centimetre from her head. His movement did not stop though and he ramed into Kalush, pushing her further back.

  "Never give the opponent the initiative unless you have the said opponent firmly in check. Pulling back for concentration was a very good call, Kalush, but concentrating should have taken place prior to the fight, not during the fight itself. Still what you've just done is very commendable. ( I have no idea if I used the right words here )"

Daemon's words came along with strikes, as he did not stop his attack while he was talking. His strikes came from all directions, with different speeds and strenght and had one goal  - to teach Kalush to react according to the situation. And for now, the daughter of his mentor was doing quite nicely!

  Daemon Ronshor

P.S. Well not the best of posts but the best I can come up with at the moment

Seems good to me - crosschecked

  Daemon could think of several more pleasant ways to spend the evening then what he was doing right now, but leaving Kalush in Tar Valon was definatly a very bad idea, considering what she has done on the day of her arrival. As far as he knew, she was still banned from entering a few of the pubs and taverns in the docks area, a considerable achievement. And speaking of the docks, this was likely the place where Kalush would head for a bit relaxation, from what he heard of she has had rough days lately. So off to the docks Daemon went, in a Kalush hunt. After sometime, he found a pub that looked like a storm had hit it. Daemon was quite certain that the huricane's name was Kalush. Well she could not have done all that damage by herself, but he had a gut feeling that somehow she was in the core of this. And as things later proved - he was right. He came to a group of people, cleaning up the remains of wrecked furniture.

  "Seems like a great storm struck here" - he began

  "Ha! I wish it was a storm! It was a brawl, some of those sailors seem to have interesting ways of battling boredom" - replied one of the men

  "Yes, I know what you mean, I have been caught in a few brawls myself, and those sailors now how to pack a punch!"

  "You can say that again! See this?" - the man lifted a piece of a table. - "One of the guys put it in this condition with a kick! And one other had a chair broken in his head, more of a bull than a man ..."

  "Yes, some of them are as strong as oxes, and just about as smart." - that brought laughter from many of the men. - "However, could you tell me if you saw a girl in the mix? About this tall, with long black hair and blue eyes?"

  Eyebrows were raised and foreheads were wrinkled in thought.

  "Yes, I have seen such a girl, she slipped away before things got really bad, but a group of saliors, a whole crew if you ask me, went after her.She went that way" - the man pointed.

  "Thank you my good man, you helped me a lot." - Daemon reached into his pouch and took a few gold marks, tossing them to the man - "Here, after you're done here go with your buddies to have a few drinks."

  The hunt for Kalush was on!

Daemon Ronshor