*bows and accepts all the roses being thrown at him* Thank you thank you, I do it all for you, the fans.

Oh yeaaa! Pasting those things back on with all the gore was pretty grueling. *gives a spin on a roulette with diverse pieces of Nev's memebers* Aha! The thumbs! *saws thumbs off with a big electric chain saw*

Well I guess I have to please the fans! *glues nev's ears back and hacks them off Genghis Khan style with a battle axe*

I'm glad you all think that, I guess I'll have to do ti more often... as soon as those ears grow back.

All I really wanted was the applause... *is happy*

Well just so you can rejoice a bit more... *cuts of Nevs other ear*

Well if Danya choose her as a wife I trust her! To the punishing! *chops off Nev's ear*

After Gunnar’s hasty and adrenaline filled parting the caravan trip seemed like a torture, a crawling torture, where every stab and scratch feels like an eternity. It wasn’t that the caravan was dawdling; in fact they were setting a pretty taxing pace. But after his unforeseen change of future, he expected everything from then on out to be an adventure, filled with action and the unexpected. Up until now it was it had only been filled with dull landscape and quiet company. It was just like being home and doing errands for his father, except where back then it was a few hours this was a whole days worth. He was making steady of progress towards Tar Valon but in his mind it was just standing still.

About halfway into the journey, he decided to occupy his mind with what was really bothering him. It’d been nagging at him and it was probably silly to think about, but since he’d never really strayed far from Camelyn he feared getting lost in this new city. He could always ask around, but people always seemed to give erroneous information or he’d just plain misunderstand. He’d heard and read that you could see the White Tower before you could even see the city, but people tended to exaggerate, so he supposed he’d have to rely on his own sense of direction.

Besides that, he’d spent his time dwelling on his training. He’d heard that the training to become a Warder was harsh, not to mention arduous. He tried to make up the odds of having a benevolent, strict or nasty mentor. He gave up after a while but he still had the feeling that this was going to be no picnic.

After many uneventful days with only his mind to entertain himself, he felt more than heard the excitement common to the ending of a journey. He laughed to himself, it seemed to be true, he could see an indistinct tower in the distance. After that everything just seemed to fly by.

When he did finally arrive and part ways with the caravan, he finally felt it, the jolt of the heart, the flowing of his blood he was thrilled to be here. And here was definitely an amazing place to be. Caemlyn was tidy and clean streetwise, but Tar Valon irradiated a sense of spotlessness inside and out. And the commerce was bustling like mad. He knew Tar Valon was the center of trade for the borderlands with the rest of the world but he had no idea how booming it could be. He was almost tempted to give up the notion of becoming a Warder and instead establish himself as a successful merchant. But right then he knew it would never work, now that he had decided he wanted a life of exhilaration he knew he couldn’t go back. As he progressed towards the looming White Tower he marveled at the detail of the architecture, if he hadn’t seen Ogier buildings before he probably would have gawked for hours. He did in fact gawk for a while in the city at a few young ladies which turned out to be Aes Sedai, and he hurriedly decided to look away so as to not disrespect anyone or get a bumpy start here in Tar Valon.

When he did finally reach the White Tower he was amazed at it. The sheer purity of the look made him almost intake breath sharply. He would’ve been quite intimidated by it, if he wasn’t trying so hard to seem to know exactly where he was going and what he was doing.

After he glued his eyes away from the tower and started concentrating more on his surroundings, he started to worry. He didn’t actually know where to go, or what to do. He decided against going into the tower itself, he knew Aes Seadai were strict with entry so he looked around for other young men. They weren’t hard to find there were dozens of pairs sparring and exercising in the yard. He supposed these must be fellow trainees, there were however several older looking, more precise moving men. He avoided the official looking among the groups. After some inquiries he was rewarded with the information he needed, apparently he needed to go see the Mistress of Trainees.

After much walking around again he finally found her. “Greetings and May the Light shine upon you, I’m Gunnar Sanuin and I’d like to train under the White Tower.†She gave him an appraising look which didn’t reveal much and responded, “Gunnar Sanuin eh? Well you seem anxious to start so I’ll send you off into the direction of your mentor Andular Rojvas.†She pointed him off into the general direction where he should be and off he went. Once again he asked around, but this time to no avail. He didn’t give up though, his search went on and he didn’t let his spirit lose its fire. And then he asked this one fellow, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find Andular Rojvas?"

ooc: Wow... it's huge, I swear it didn't look half this long while I was typing!

All taken care of. :twisted:

nuke

Next time I see him his ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower.

Shall I mug him and beat him in a dark alley for you?

Nevare that sly dog... those masks of his probably doin the trick right about now.

That's like that are always a female dog...

Neon

It is most egregious... maybe we should all leave. *starts packing*

That is most atypical Kad. Being excellent to the babes is unrivaled.

Thank God you didn't I totally skipped them all after the first one.

Holy jumping spiders Batman! Double Negative!

Only if it's a building y'know don't want those to collpase.

Nooo Danya! You're trying to bring back structure to the chaos! It'll all collapse.

Freedom is always cut short in this world... we're always bound to something... *tries to sound deep*

But Spartacus and Jesus were kind of akin in means of affecting romans. Spartacus deserved it, I mean with all the servants and gladiators he had at his command, he should've gotten alot more done to himself.

Those romans really are creative little devils, I mean where did they come up with crucifying?! That was ages ahead of their time.

Well that's life, you don't realize anything until it's too late.