In that case I'm all set :)

Thanks both of you!

Yay! Thank you!

That's great to hear! Assuming @_Kynwric_ is down with it. I think it would easily cover both too by the time it's done, or can make sure it does anyway. 

I think at some point when Pia was no longer MoN she became a sitter, my memory is a bit hazy. I don't want to step on toes but given it's so quiet, if it will help you out to have an active Sitter I'd be happy to keep Pia as one and an active character of mine. 

If there's other boards at all I should see besides the Gray Ajah I don't have it, just FYI.

Oh my goodness. In my defense, I've had four children since those days and baby brain never leaves. You're absolutely right - I just didn't remember because she was always in novice threads and never really played that aspect out. 

The different names could be old threads copied over from the old boards by different people maybe? It does seem all of my old posts from novice to more recent posts are gone, alas.

Don't mind my brain, you're doing an awesome job of digging these things out. :)

I wasn't entirely sure who I should direct this to so thought I'd ask it here. Obviously we had very strict rules re training and being assigned mentors and the like back in the day because we had a lot of people to accommodate. Right now my character is learning some basics (much like the requirement for WS0-1) out of necessity from her accompanying Tower Guard. Long story short, she still has irrational fear of the dream world after being pulled into it and experiencing unsavoury things while bonded at the BT and obviously she can't channel there. The idea is she can learn some basics so if it ever happened again she would have a tiny bit of skill to defend herself.

My big question is - could this be used as an 'official' training thread, so I can get the credit for it? It's definitely not the traditional be assigned a mentor train in the yards sort of RP but it will serve the same purpose. It's not finished, but you can read it here:

Thoughts? I'm ok with a big fat no, the RP is for personal development anyway but I thought it was logical to get some credit too, assuming that was allowed. :)

It's looking great! A few things caught my eye (and excuse the train of thought rambling here). Phaedra was played by Celes, not Silhouette, Celes also played Dawn. I don't remember Pia ever being in charge of the eyes and ears of the Grays, she was written specifically to be MoN. If that was changed in my absence that's pretty awesome and I'm ok with it, I may even revive her. :)

A lot of the names are familiar but I forget the handles of most their writers. Sasra was Swisstony. Faerzyne was Black/Gray and was I'm almost certain an NSW played by Silhouette as a sitter or head clerk. 

I'll try and work on my own thread too, though I think a lot of my early RPs are missing. I'll see what I can find anyway!

On 9/24/2012 at 1:11 PM, claireducky said:

On the topic of Sedai bearing the children of gentled males to improve the possibility of a child capable of channeling: Grays were decidedly silent, though most believe they were against the proposal and chose not to speak out because of the overwhelmingly negative response of the rest of the Hall to the proposal. It must be noted, however, that the Grays do currently have one member in their ranks who has born a child.

If that's reference to Lavinya....it is hidden knowledge from all save one or two people, one who went missing while Amyrlin (Sirayn) and Estel. Maybe eventually the father will find out too ;)

Nothing comes immediately to mind but I will let you know if I remember anything! My MoN character was Gray, Pia Tovisen, but I don't remember any important story arcs. I'm old and my brain is old >_>

His hand on her shoulder was impersonal, almost awkward, a strange contrast to the thoughtful gesture that saw her lightly covered, tucked in securely like a child at bed time. Had she been less exhausted she might have wondered at the change from angry, shouting brute to considerate if distant companion, but sleep was beckoning, drawing her into its embrace like a lover bent on seduction. Tears burned behind her eyelid, scalded her cheek, hidden from view as they dampened the mostly-clean linen of her pillowcase. “I am here.” The words followed her into the dark oblivion, wrapping around her rapidly-growing-misty thoughts as she at last lost her grip on consciousness and slipped from the waking world. He is here…

Rose petals carpeted the grass outside the trapper’s hut; soft, crimson and fragrant. The sun was warm on her skin, the sky a vast, clear blue spotted only with soft, scudding clouds adrift on an unseen zephyr. The grass was sweet and fresh, cushioning her knees as she knelt before him, his cloak of red a magnificent banner against the disciplined rigidity of his spine, his form revealing his long training despite the easy with which he sat, surrounded as he was by the blossoms. Desire quickened in her veins as she gazed upon him, her heart full of emotion as she took in the hardened features – now softened with love – and the bright glitter of his emerald eyes. His smile was broad, laughter deep and warm as it spilled from his lips. Light, what happiness! It burned through her and shone from him, filled the air with its light. He was hers, she knew with no small measure of pride. Her heart soared as his lips met hers, only a teasing, tantalising touch but she was sure of him, sure of them, confident in this as in nothing else before or since. This was right. He was right. She was his and he was hers and together was as it was meant to be. He shook his head to her question, what was it she asked him then? It didn’t matter, the memory skated out of grasp and the momentary uncertainty was gone and she knew only happiness. She reached for him then, arms outstretched but the wind whipped up, stirring the rose petals, crimson motes filling her hands, clouding her vision, brushing against her face, her lips, her eyes…

Blink.

Corin gazed down at the small bundle in his arms, so tiny and precious against his hardened frame. Wonder and joy shone in his face, the unconcealed love for his daughter, her child, their babe. He spoke to her softly, cooing and pulling faces in an adorably goofy way, entirely comfortable and uninhibited in his reverent love. He turned his face to hers, sharing the moment, voicing a joke, including Lavinya in the circle of acceptance and happiness and perfect love. This is the way things were meant to be, she thought determinedly as she smiled at her lover with his tousled brown hair and eyes so clear and open, revealing his heart to her unfettered. Family, companionship. She was not alone, would never be alone, not anymore – a cherished daughter, a devoted husband. She touched her wedding band, frowning in confusion as in its place was a tiny silver serpent, rearing its head and preparing to strike…

Blink.

The air was cooler, dense with the scent of the earth and pine-needles that carpeted it. This was not the Ogier Grove, she mused in confusion, looking about to find her love. He stood at a distance, his face averted as he doted on the babe cradled in his arms. She smiled to see him, though her pulse leapt to a more rapid rhythm for reasons that were unrelated to desire. She loved to gaze at him, the breadth of his shoulder, the hair that fell over them, no wait, short, Corin’s hair was shorter, darker than that…He was such a good father, doting on Elise, she could see it, how he protected her, how he held her…why then did the babe become unsettled, her little face crumpling in uncertainty…blood, acrid crimson blood dripped slowly down Corin’s thigh where a dagger pierced the muscle, still embedded in the  flesh, the blood a rivulet down to his boots, transforming into rose petals around his feet…

Blink.

The silence pressed unnaturally against her, panic rising fiercely in her throat. Corin held Elise, how could he know about Elise? How had he found out?... “Corin?” she called his name tentatively, her voice foreign yet familiar with its weak, pathetic tones. ”My baby…Elise,” …rough bark scraped at her naked skin, scratching painfully, her hands were bound…no….no no….”No!” Sobs were escaping her now as she fought, pulled and tugged, revulsion and dread churning stomach, terror holding her fast in its grasp…she reached desperately for saidar, groped like a drowning man might seek a hold but found nothing, she couldn’t channel, she she was helpless again, powerless, a toy for his depravities…

Blink.

Laughter, half-maddened and cruel met her ears, and a desolate sob scoured her throat. Linten, it was his voice and yet it was Corin she could she - he had Elise, her innocent baby, screaming and flailing in his vile grasp, green eyes – no, Corin’s eyes were darker, clearer - lit with malicious glee as he nonchalantly circled her, squalling child tucked in one arm and willow switch whipping mercilessly in the other. “I told you I would find you again, my pet,” he crooned, “you and my baby,” he laughed again, cooing at the hysterical child, ignoring Lavinya’s screams and pleas, Corin’s face stretched like a death mask, speaking with Linten’s voice. “But I love you, Lavinya,” he mocked with a leer, stepping closer still, the hand reaching for her tipped with awful, vicious claws that oozed ichor and dripped with blood, red blood, blood red like rose petals…She was drowning with utter despair, knew clearly she breathed her last, a cry building in her chest as she struggled in vain to reach for the child, sweet precious Elise, her baby, give me my baby… “I just want to be your warder…”

Lavinya’s eyes snapped open in the semi-dark as the hand closed over her shoulder in both the dream and waking and that face which haunted her sleep swam into her vision. The scream that had been building in her chest was finally freed in a terrifying, blood-curdling torrent of pure horror as the echo of maniacal laughter rattled in her hearing. She opened her mouth to drag in a fiery breath and scream again; her throat rasped painfully, a sharp cough instead the sound offered and muffled by fabric at that. In slow increments, rapid heartbeat by rapid heartbeat, reality returned – the shoulder, solid and warm and very real against her cheek that had muffled her cough, her hands clenched in a death grip around the cloth of a masculine shirt. Corin’s voice, yes it was Corin, not that mad man, never again…she drew in a shuddering breath, the rapid tattoo of her heart still thundering in her ears as his voice cut through the fog of her terror, her name, urgent and anxious on his lips. Soft light, flickering from the still-lit candle, her bed, she was in her room, sitting up and held by…oh light…

By infinitesimal fractions her taut, locked muscles eased into a semblance of relaxation as she banished the remnants of the nightmare to the abyss and a very new sensation of dread and mortification replaced her previous terror as she awaited the inevitable reckoning from the man against whose chest her face still hid.  

Lavinya

14 hours ago, _Kynwric_ said:

I'm going to weigh in on this, by saying, I've never once considered or participated in a main plotline story arc. It has never interested me in the least. 

 

However, I do not think that moving out of the books time frame is a good idea. Especially if that is what differentiates us from other WoT RP sites. I want to play in this world, not one that is made up, in this case.

I am in this boat. I interacted a little with the main storyline but only in so much as it was awesome for my character's development and that's what interests me most. I'm perfectly content playing in the world without even moving the main story forward, I'm more interested in the character than the finale. Sandbox world vs defined ending. :)

10 hours ago, _Kynwric_ said:

 

Wait, you used 'old, old'... how long do you think I've been here?

Well, longer than me! I made Lavinya in 2006 from what i recall, possibly late 2005...and you were here before me, so you must be old 

 Thank you!

@Taymist if you can change it back to Lavinya I would be a very happy panda, thank you 

Thank you! My bio is here - 

 It has my OP score and break down. DM obviously did something weird and reverted to our old handles, I'm sure at one point my handle was Lavinya (there's an old novice of mine on the WT website under the handle) but it looks like I'm back to KristenSedai. My email is lavinyasedai(at)gmail(dot)com

“He would have done his duty by you, I think,” Lavinya murmured quietly to the sweet-smelling bundle cradled in her arms. Guileless eyes of summer green gazed enraptured into her mother’s face, chubby fingers tugging at a scarlet curl. She had grown in the past few weeks, eyes brighter, limbs surer. Rocking them both slowly in the wooden chair built for the purpose, the Aes Sedai and the babe made a pretty picture of domesticity, a loving mother doting on a placid child. “It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know about you, neither of us could have foreseen the results of one lone, magical evening.” Fingertips reverently stroked the small fingers, extracting the lock of hair and replacing it with her thumb. “An evening that wouldn’t have happened, if your mother wasn’t as blinded as a novice encountering the training yards for the first time…I was very persistent and your papa, well…” she smiled faintly, ruefully, remembering the remarkably polite way he declared his surrender to her wiles, his untutored passion. Ahh, how she ignored everything in pursuit of her own selfish desires. He had tried valiantly to keep her at arms length, had tried to warn her but she had stubbornly refused to take heed.

“Things would have been very different, if I wasn’t. I would have kept my pride and likely not fled on that foolish mission and-“ she broke off, banishing the memories of the Light-forsaken Black Tower and the mad men it contained. Even now, something itched on the edge of her mind, like the phantom pain of a missing limb, the nagging reminder of the forced bonding she had endured, the knot of foreign emotions that had invaded her subconscious. Determinedly she ignored it all, smiling down at the little face in her arms. “You are worth it all, sweetling,” Lavinya whispered, brushing her lips over the babe’s soft brow, amusement warming her smile as little Elise took the opportunity to again fill both fists with scarlet ringlets and tug fiercely.

“You little tyrant,” laughed Lavinya as she sought to free herself once more, tucking those wayward little hands into the swaddle and resuming the hypnotic rocking in an attempt to lull Elise into sleep. “He would have loved you as much as I, I am certain of it.” Returning to the topic of Corin caused her heart to clench painfully in her chest, the thought of his thread cut from the pattern too soon. “In fact, I can’t help but think he would have been terribly lenient on you, little one.” One reverent fingertip brushed over golden brows, coaxing those little green eyes to close, those eyes so like her father’s. “You mustn’t blame him when you are older,” she whispered as Elise yawned drowsily, secure in the arms of her mother, buffeted by the gentle strains of her voice. “He didn’t know about you. If he did, mayhap he would have stayed, for your sake.” Lavinya inhaled deeply, absorbing the sweet scent of her daughter’s wispy strawberry tufts of hair. “I couldn’t hold onto him, but you would have, I’m sure,” she murmured, careful not to wake the now sleeping babe. “I’m sorry, Elise. You deserved better than this.”

Melancholy, her ever present companion returned to her in a bruising wave, an ache in her breast that stole her breath and pricked at the back of her eyes. How many tears had she shed? Bitter, salty tears of heartbreak and self-pity for the love she had lost and her foolishness in falling in the first place; tears of pain and terror as she relived the nightmares of the Black Tower and the violations suffered therein; tears of grief for an unrequited love and a child too far from her arms; tears of shame and fury at her own excessive idiocy and weakness. The one consistent contributor, direct or no, was Corin bloody Danveer. Why did he crack her open with such consummate skill so that she may be rendered emotionally defenceless? Why did he not love her as she had so foolishly loved him? Why had he cast her aside? A muscle worked in her cheek as she tried to stem the tide of her thoughts but found herself unable. He had not come to rescue her when she found herself ensnared and abused, but when one of the most battle hardened Greens who had ever lived – the Amyrlin Seat, no less – had left without him he had followed hot on her heels. Bonded to her, no doubt, heart given over to her keeping. Followed her to his own demise most likely, or perhaps a worse thought was that they ensconced themselves in secrecy and now lived out some romantic fantasy- “Hush my love, hush,” Lavinya soothed the infant that stirred in her arms as the Aes Sedai squeezed her too tightly in her agitation.

Forcing herself to relax, she resumed her rocking, humming softly, flashes of times past stirring behind her closed lids, refusing to leave her in peace. “I will not leave you to fall alone Lavinya. I can not.” Ahh how sweet was that lie, how desperately had she clung to the belief in vain. She had fallen to depths before unimagined, and she had done so alone. Utterly, terrifyingly alone. Women like Lavinya did not earn the dedication and devotion of men, only their lust, ire and irritation. Would that she had not opened herself to such hurt, she may have never felt the keen blade of rejection, content to continue in the cold, lonely but safe world without strings or deep emotion. Self-pity churned her, and so too did she revile it, her weakness, the self-indulgence. It was time to put off such vanities, to resume the mantle of responsibility and ignore the yearnings of the woman. Aes Sedai always; a fool’s notion to think she could hide from it and be something so simple as a woman and now mother.

It was cool detachment and impenetrable Aes Sedai serenity that masked her as she again took her leave of the soft, warm bundle she called daughter, effectively masking the pang that struck her with each leave-taking. Aes Sedai were not mothers in the traditional sense, she had a greater duty to the Tower and those it protected. As she stepped through the gateway, away from that other life that could not be, her eyes took in the shining walls of white and she steeled her heart and her spine. There was no point in reliving the stolen moments of the past when he was lost to them all. Duty, heavy as a millstone, that was her lot.

Lavinya was part of the group of sisters that first visited the Black Tower and was forcibly bonded - she's pretty traumatised about it all, she won't be wanting to return (she conveniently took a mission to get out of the tower when a delegation came to Tar Valon just to avoid them) but that could still be an interesting discussion, should Lavy be approached about the mission either being asked to go or for information or whatever. :)

I may be having a geriatric moment, but I can't find a link to the correct WT site. Care to point me in the right direction please? :)

Ooooh I remember those names. Old, old names. This is exciting news! I'm currently brainstorming how to bring Lavy back into RPs that aren't her current/old story arc without presuming what happens in those, because the not knowing how they play out is half the fun. 

If anyone has any ideas for casual RP for a very rusty Gray let me know!

Some people had pathetically low OP scores (like moi) and it was an incentive to actually teach classes for the zillion novices and accepted we always seemed to have. I was willing to scrape for every last point, having one of (if not the) lowest score going. 

1) Your Handle: KristenSedai 

2) Your Character's full name: Lavinya Morganen

3) Your Character's Type and Level (New or Returning: Trainee/Warder; Novice/Accepted/Aes Sedai - Traditional or Salidar): Returning Aes Sedai of the Gray Ajah, age was 110+ last I played in the timeline of asha'man bonding.

4) Do you have see/have access to post on the RP IC boards? Yep!

5) Do you see/have access to post on the Tar Valon OOC sub boards? I believe so!

The desire to return to writing is definitely there and it looks like I may have dragged along Corin with me. I don't have the free time I used to but I definitely plan to keep plodding away at Lavinya's story at the very least. In fact it's a journey brought about by Saline that we're looking to pick back up 

Saved from answering immediately by the arrival of their repast, Lavinya’s mind raced, considering options and discarding them, only to circle back and reconsider them. Pricklier than a startled hedgehog was her ‘brother’, though their tentative truce continued to hold that staved off outright battle. She knew well enough what she would like to do – beat him over the head until he remembered who he was and came willingly to her arms – but tempting as the prospect was she had grave doubts over its success. She had the knowledge of the complex weave that would allow instantaneous travel to Tar Valon, though a sudden disappearance could rouse suspicions that would follow after Saline and could bring greater danger than what she already willingly walked towards. Well and so, she was hardly the Red’s keeper, but not did she need to make things more difficult.

It seemed logical to maintain their pretence of a blood-bond, though it were likely only necessary for a little while longer and not for their own sakes – only Saline’s – and if they took a different route from thence they could resume their identities or even make use of a gateway…but what of the Asha’man, what if they were still in Tar Valon? Delay would be required, in that instance, she would NOT go where they remained…and what if Corin leapt to the unflattering conclusion that she was merely trying to enforce he remain by her side without cause? She had seen the wheels silently turning in his own head as he read the missive, that sharp intellect she admired so well seemed undiminished and he would no doubt see through her dissembling, should he put her instructions to question.

These thoughts occupied her as she looked across the table at Corin, distractedly noticing the sweep of hair across his brow that could use a trim, the challenge that glittered in emerald eyes, the shadow of stubble on a stubbornly set jaw. Torn between an inconvenient conscience and a wholly selfish yearning, Lavinya found herself uncertain on how to move forward and unconsciously caught her lower lip, worrying at it with her teeth as she considered. The silence stretched between them, a useful tool against most but Corin was to canny to show on his face if it bothered him, his gaze implacable as he awaited her words. It occurred to her that there was only one solution that may prove amenable to her wayward companion, though it may not be pleasant to her. Having made her decision, she straightened her spine and lifted her chin; whether the action was resolve or defence, she could not rightly say.

“Corin,” she said his name lightly, savouring it’s taste upon her tongue, “the quest undertaken by my maid does not require my hand, nor yours.” She paused, lifting her wine glass to her lips for a lingering sip, her fingers still toying with the narrow stem after she returned it to the table top. A brief glance ensured their privacy, and so she continued conversationally between morsels of food. “We could follow her perhaps, though I don’t believe she wants us to at this juncture, or make our own journey.” She paused again, wine glass half way to her lips as another thought flickered to life; a small village not so great a detour from their journey, tufts of vibrant red and eyes of sweet green nestled in swaddling blankets…She took the sip and continued, burying the idea for the moment as potentially disastrous. Her eyes lifted from the simple fare she pushed about her plate to meet Corin’s eyes. “What do you suggest we do?”

I did write a post today (8 years late!), that counts right?