Daenerys got approved and crosschecked?!? Oh the poor Tower ...

  I'm not saying that the Bio does not have issues. If nothing else, I know from personal expirience that the 7 duels per day things is compleate non-sense. I think that James should have gone for the direct approach rather than sarcasm, but that is just my own opinion, it was his choise

  Another good bio, Ladies. This one is cross-checked

  This one seems good to me

  You could have been less sarcastic, James.

  seems good to me - approved

  Covina's question caught him by surprise, he wasn't expecting it. Nevertheless, it was a good one, and one that deserved a good, honest answer. With Covina snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest, Ghaul's gaze turned westwards, over the river and to the setting sun. The passing day made a fitting scenary for such questions and thoughts. With one arm arround her, and the other stroking her hair gently, Ghaul spoke

  "To say that I do not look back at the choises I have made and wonder what would have been if I made another choise will mean to be lying. Like all humans, I also look at past events. I no longer allow myself anytime to wonder what would have happened if I have made this or that. It's is history now and I can not change it, I just have to live with the consequences of my actions and choises."

  Making a slight pause to look at Covina, he continued.

  "In the Borderlands, they have many wise sayings. One of them is that you can either mourn the dead or  take care of the living, but not both at the same time. If we take that saying to the question you asked  it will sound like you can either wonder what would have been or deal with what it is, but not both at the same time. Yes, I used to wonder what would have happened have I remained just a Hama N'dore, if you remained a Maiden, but not anymore. Like you, I have a duty to the Aiel, and I can not do it if I constantly wonder if my choises were the right ones."

  Smiling he leaned down to softly kiss Covina's lips.

  "I hope my answer did not bore you, Shade of my Heart"

  Just a small note - the bio is for a character that will appear after the Aiel-Rogue RP and hence the poisoning refference

  Name: Muad

Age: early thirties

Weight: not heavy

Height:  5’10

Clan: Shaido

E-mail: Belalshallshatterthewitchtower@gmail.com

History:

What did it mean to be Aiel, what was it like to lope across the burning sand of the Three-fold Land, cloaked in cadin’sor, spear in hand? The answer of all young boys and girls would be, ‘exhilarating.’ What more could there be in life than raiding ones blood-enemies and neighbouring septs, braving the fierce elements and the legion of natural predators prolific throughout the waste; patiently awaiting the arrival of He Who Comes with the Dawn. Muad would have answered much the same as a young boy.

He was an unremarkable boy by Aiel standards, which perhaps would have made him extraordinary by Wetlander standards. He had a mother and a father and siblings. He was a typical average Aiel. Some would say less than. He was short by Aiel standards, very short. Not even reaching six feet in height, it was the subject of much frustration. He was unrelentingly driven to soften the blow of this shortcoming.

His chance came in the form of the Cor Darei, the Night Spears. In the blackness of night his small stature was less of a handicap, at times proving to be a blessing. Stealth and secrecy were their main mode of attack, using the night to cover their strikes and aid in their own defence. He learned much, and it was here that the first crack in his belief in Ji’e’toh was formed.

The Aiel believed life a dream that they would one day wake up from and claimed to not fear death, for there was nothing dishonourable in it. Muad agreed that there was nothing dishonourable in death, only in the failure to accomplish that death brought. The natural recklessness of the Aiel, laughing in the face of the Three-Fold Land’s many dangers, daring the wilderness to strike them down did not serve them well.

How would one wait for He Who Comes with the Dawn, if one were too busy proven bravery and foolhardiness with a lack of forethought and caution? Perhaps it was different for the large, stronger, Aiel, who had very little to fear from others. But for one small as he, self-preservation was not a notion to scoff at.

There was no denying the worth of the Aiel; they could defeat all but the most skilled of Wetlanders, their martial prowess was almost unmatched and it was the strenuous environment in which the existed that hardened them, but how could they serve He Who Comes with the Dawn if they were dead?

The second crack appeared with He Who Comes with the Dawn, and his willingness to dispend with the lives of his faithful servants. What great leader allowed his army to be sacrificed needlessly? An unskilled or an unworthy one. Muad followed like so many others of his sept, and he executed his commands as a soldier should.

Upon the third crack his faith in the ‘Aiel Way’ broke.  He Who Comes with the Dawn did not avenge his people, his chosen were poisoned, and those who acted without honour were allowed to go unpunished. Muad could not follow such a man, even if he was the foretold, and he could not remain among those who would so gladly sacrifice themselves for his cause. Their eagerness to die would kill him too.

He became Moradin, in his heart and soul if not in body. He did not know where to find the Shaido, but he would find them, join with them. Surely they could be no worse than those he had previously termed “allies.”

  Happy belated Birthday, Daughter

  OOC: It's about time we get this going

The expression of the two men changed as the topic of their conversation changed - their expersions hardened to the point where the two had completely emotionless faces, their voices became calm and dead even. It was as if an aura of chill and death was emited from the two men, the crowd parted in their path. The have become Warders in Bleakness, a state all too familiar to both men. By now, it was a state then can put on and take off, like a suit of clothing,and they were going to take it off very soon, as soon as they entered the Green Advocate. However, shortly before the Green Advocate, they became witness of a mugging attempt.

  "Follow me Shoar" - the sound of steel coming out of the sheet - "And draw your blades please. A couple of holigans are trying to mug someone in the alley over there. I think they deserve a good scare"

  Shoar grinned, a vicious grin. Both men entered the alley with swords drawn, and their presence was noticed immidiatly as everyone in the alley froze in their track.

  "Well well well" - began Daemon with a voice as even as glass - "Looks like we found dinner for tonight"

  Daemon Ronshor

  "Oh yes, we better be quick on our feet" - Daemon agreed. - "The Yellows are indeed a lovely bunch but when they decide to find out something and become curious about it, they can go to extremes to learn the answer! And truth be told, I do not feel like undergoing that a second time and I suspect that your view is similar to mine. So we better make haste, the Green Advocate is a bit far away. And I have an idea"

  Daemon's grin was just like that of a trainee planning trouble.

  "I say we have a race to the gates, that is, if you still can run, old timer"

There was not a way to walk out of this one, Daemon knew it, and so did Shoar. So it did not take long for the inevetable reaction of the older man - Shoar took off laughing his head off. Daemon gave chase at once. Catching up to his friend he yelled.

  "Hey you crazy old timer, you're running the wrong way! Now follow me, oh and try not to fall too far behind"

  Shoar shot Daemon with an a pretend stern look, not even bothering to conceal his amusement. Daemon was not making an effort to disguise his own either. So the two old guard warders raced through the tower grounds, each trying to slow the other down through a very wide array of tricks, which included everything from throwing lathes into the other man's path and going through slippery areas to using trainees as a make-shift barrier, which came to a great surprise, and shock, to several very unlucky trainees who happened to be in the yards at this hour. The biggest shock however, was for the guards at the gates, who had the very bad not to move as the two men speeding towards them suggested. Having gathered great momentum, neither Daemon nor Shoar could stop, and neither man wanted, to be honest. So what followed was a rather audiable thud as the two of them ran into the guards at the gates, and a muffled oumph as the guards were pushed aside by the momentum of the impact. The two men ran into the streets of Tar Valon and disappeared out of sight. A few hundred metres later, they stopped.

  "Ah, I have not had this much fun in the Yards ever since I witnessed Akira teaching Damian a lesson in manners, nor have I ran so determinly since the battle with the False Dragon in Arad Doman, where the bond with Arie was snapped"

  Shoar's look this time was not one of amusement.

"Well, old friend, we're like veteran soldiers, who survived several masacres - sooner or later we end up comparing scars. Now, let's go - the Green Advocate is not far away now"

  Daemon Ronshor

  You can RP this out if you want Andrea, that part is Talbitha's

  Worry not, my Daughter, I will protect you

  *pulls Shoar into a foxhole* Keep your head down for a while soldier

  I think Mum slapped her own forehead, Daughter dear.

  And I can keep the ladies in check while you're away my Dearest *sets up machine gun nests along with mortar and sniper positions*

  On the contrary Quibs - a scimitar is a light fast and very agile weapon, at least the Ottoman scimitar is.

  At that time Daemon was just 19 and still in the Queen's Guard, otherwise I would have jumped in

  "My wife? Oh I do believe you know her, Shoar" - on the inside Daemon smiled at the confused expression of the man against him. - "Don't tell me that you have already forgotten Arie. You're not that old yet"

  The face of Shoar changed from confusion to surprise. Daemon was not having any of it.

  "Oh come on! As far as I know you guys were betting on who would made the first move - Arie or me"

  "Just out of curiousity - who did made the first move?" - asked Shoar with well pretend innocence

  "I did" - the smile of Daemon grew bigger as Shoar snapped his fingers a bit too theatricly.

  "I was betting on Arie making the first move"

  "I know Shoar, you and most others bet on Arie, which is part of the reason I made the first move"

The two man suddenly errupted into laughter and the sound of Daemon laughing almost send an innocent trainee who just happened to pass by in the state of shock. He stood like a statue for and when Daemon turned to look at him, still with a smile on his face, the trainee ran like his clothes were on fire. He was probably going to tell everyone that Daemon smiled, but no one would believe him anyways.

  "And unfortunatly, Shoar the answer to your question is a bit depressing indeed. A lot has changed since you left us. The training changed, the mood changed, and I believe three Amyrlins changed. Can you believe it that most trainees nowadays preffer to stay Tower Guards than be bonded? And they are not many of us old guard Warders left - Nikita appears every now and then, and so does Reikan. A few days ago I caught a glimpse of Coran but as a whole most people you remember either retired or disappeared, like my mentor, Akira. With most people from our generation, sort of speak, gone, I moved away from the Barracks. Now I live with Arie in the Green Advocate Inn, she's the innkeeper there and lets me stay out of the goodness of her heart. In fact, why don't you come visit us? Arie would love to see you again and we can compare scars on the way if you wish. Plus I think that you'll like some peace and quiet for a change and the Green Advocate is indeed peaceful, I make sure of that."

  After some thought, Daemon added

  "Well, it is peaceful and quiet, when the twins are not up to something again ... "

Daemon Ronshor

*smiles and snuggles his bondholder and wife* My Dearest, please do not give away secrets

  Ahhhhhhh - loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong bio!!!!!!!!

Still good though - so crosschecked. But write them shorter next time!

  Seems good to me - crosschecked

Surfs up for the wave!! Crosschecked

  Seems good to me - crosschecked

  Yes, every single style teaches that you must avoid getting hit, but what every good instructor will tell you is that you WILL get hit. Sooner or later it will happen, and when it happens, it is good to know how to use that to your advantage, that was the point of the Ren'Shai training.

  That was not what I ment, Kass. Yes, the scouts get to enjoy to work behind enemy lines and often alone. But most of the time you're out of danger, at least a good scout remains out of danger. A bad scout is usually a dead scout. Scout generally stay out of sight and use camoflouge and concealment. While the infantry and archery units, while using concealment in some cases, do not have the benefit of camoflouge, at least not in the High Medieval and Renessance warfare, which is the historical period of the WoT warfare.

  In other words, a scout goes to do his job knowing that there is about 30% chance he will not make it back, and infantryman goes to do his job, knowing that there is about 70% chance that he will not make it back.

  I think that the old Disciplines are actually very usable. I do not see what the problem with them is. Even if they are not used for WS advancement most of them make perfect RPs! Not to mention that some of the current advancement ways are based on classes from the old Disciplines. The first example that comes to mine is the "It's brusing time" elective, which is basicly the same as the old Ren'Shai Spar.

  Oh and James, from your talk I can see that you either do not have any combat expirience, or you have very little of it. Let me tell you something that I have personally checked and know it is true. In a fight, especially with knives, very few things can motivate you to do better ( and thus provide the power up effect ) as being stabbed or cut by your opponent.