Character Name: Rekinu Alasayaar

Assigned WS: don't know... I need to go over this and get it set straight... (Please help? Lol)

Path/Discipline (None? Warder? Don't think I knew they existed other than TG and warder...)

In a relationship? If yes, with who? No

Bonded? If yes, with who? Taia Misna (Rasheta's alt)

Character Name: Rekinu Alasayaar

Assigned WS: don't know... I need to go over this and get it set straight... (Please help? Lol)

Path/Discipline (None? Warder? Don't think I knew they existed other than TG and warder...)

In a relationship? If yes, with who? No

Bonded? If yes, with who? Taia Misna (Rasheta's alt)

I could join in, though Reki doesn't drink... And being Arafellin, he probably would demand to be allowed to clean up afterwards for his honor... Been waiting for an opportunity to use the honor thing!!

Lol, I'll try not to be a slowing point!

I'd love to give Rekinu some training with the staff... He has yet to use it. Thanks visar for the training with a shield!! Really appreciate it!

Whew. This is pretty much what I had been doing, thanks for the clarity.

Can't wait!!

Yea... Probably a good idea, albeit a bit late! Lol.y access issues are fixed, yaa!! How's you Taia(Rashi) dearest?

Rekinu was up, as usual, and working his forms from the early light of the sun rise.  It truly was the best time to do it, with less heat than there would be in just a few hours.  It wasn't full summer, but it was warm enough.  He still liked it colder than hot.  He remembered his time in his home town.  He thought of it less and less, but the lessons learned as a bastard orphan never are forgotten.  It left him hardened, in a way, he didnt feel physical pain, well, not as much as some anyways, and hunger didnt bother him.  Like most days, he had not eaten breakfast, nor was he likely to eat lunch.

As he practiced, he assumed the oneness, and floated.  Noting things, and not.  He vaguely noticed as people made their way to the practice yards, some younger, some older.  Satisfaction floated just outside the oneness over being the first this morning.  It would not happen often he was sure, but today it had been a goal.  The last time he had failed, he had made himself practice two hours longer into the day to regain his lost honor.  It did not matter that he was the only one who knew.

He was wearing his bells, and he smiled in the oneness at the noise from every movement, slightly exaggerated to make them sound better, clearer.

After a few moments, he noticed one of the newish recruits, recognized by his lack of variation in movement, and the jerkiness at which he performed his steps.

He stopped his forms, and released the void, observing as the lad (not really all that younger than himself in truth) tried to slash his sword out of its sheath.  It nearly would have requred the aid of one of the Aes Sedai that were there observing.  Probably be a bad cut if he didn't get stopped soon...

He walked over with a jangle, and introduced himself.

"Hello, I am Rekinu, might I have a moment of your time?"  He said in a very mild tone.  He wanted to be nice... it was always paid off to be nice, besides, Rekinu did not have a mean bone in his body.  You would have to attack someone he cared about very much to get him angry at you.  

After the introductions, Rekinu offered to show the young man how to draw his blade.

He stood to the side, facing him, and showed the first way to draw.  Holding the scabbard with one hand, while drawing with your dominant hand.  "Drawing swiftly in exactly the way you mean to..."  he started to repeat some of the instructions given by the Gaidin when giving classes, and the shook his head ruefully.  "No, thats not what you are looking for.  Practice.  thats what you need.  Pull"  That last was a command, and the youth jumped to it, and swung wildly again.  That would not do.  "Slowly, lets try it again.  I will pull my blade very slowly, and you are to pull yours no faster, ok?"  Waiting for the nod, he started very slowly indeed.  It was maddening to do it this slowly, but repetition at this speed would hone the muscles that would then do it faster than the blink of an eye.  He himself did not pull his that fast, but he still practiced it, trying to improve his speed.  And it would come in time, as this young man before him would become an extension of his self as well.

He was fighting with his best abilities, and still it wasn't good enough.  Truth be told, it WAS against a Blademaster, and he, Rekinu, had a lot to learn still.

It was, however, a lot of fun to face someone who had honed his skills, and with whom he could learn more than with another trainee.

After a few traded hits, Visar spoke "Come now, Rekinu Gaidin. Will you not face me with your best?" Visar then pointed to his training shield which he had placed to the side before the fight.  It surprised Rekinu that he was encouraging him to use it.  Actually, most people wouldn't let him train with it, as they said it was an unfair advantage for him to use a shield when they were using just a sword.  But he needed to reply.  "Actually, the only training I have had with it has been moves I have practiced by myself.  Many have been... reluctant to train against it, so I have just focused on one handed combat, and practiced by myself with my shield.

But, this would be a perfect opportunity for him to train with it, so with very little encouraging from Visar, he went and retrieved it.  He felt the handle solidly in his grip, and the comforting lightness that it gave while holding it.  The Tower certainly had some of the best blacksmiths in the world, as this shield was an almost exact copy of the one that was in his room, in height, weight, and feel.  In addition, it was nearly as tough.  He turned, this fight was now going to be even more serious.  Signaling Visar with a nod of his head, the spar started again.

They rotated again, with Rekinu forcing the direction to the left, to give his shield the leading direction, He figured this would protect him from the easier attacks from that direction.  Sure enough, the first attack come from there, and Rekinu's counter attack was shoddy at best, but he didn't lose hold of the items in either hand.  As they continued to rotate, Visar would bark suggestions at him, from things he had seen in the different bouts he had witnessed, or perhaps experianced.  Coupled with the many hours training with the sword, by the time they stopped for some water, Rekinu was ready for another round.  His hands and arms ached from the exertion, but he felt exhilarated at actually knowing how to wield a shield properly, enough that it was a help now.  Both of their chests heaved, and they had both abandoned their shirts in the heat.  Sweat ran down their heaving chests in the midday sun.  A servant had brought out some water, and though it was air temperature, it felt like liquid gold, seeping through his body, reinvigorating sore muscles, and flowing like life through his whole body.

This time the spar was in earnest   Rekinu was ready to put into practice some moves he had thought of as he learned more about the shiled, and it felt more like a part of him than it ever had.  Not quite like the sword did, but a definite improvement over just the day before.

Rekinu limbered his arms, shaking off the slight stiffening from their small break, and tried to start the rotation again.  Smiling, Visar had started it slightly before him, forcing it the other direction, but they circled.  Visar's eyes held more calculation in them, and Rekinu was reminded he was facing a shrewd blademaster.  Up to this point, Rekinu had only traded blows, or received... it was now or never to prove his metal, and show he was worthy of training with the Warders and Tower guard of the White Tower.  

He let Visar lead with the attacks, and barely kept the spar from ending right then and there.  Visar was proving to be a very tricky.  Every time that Rekinu pushed, Visar seemed to melt away, like butter left on a rock in the blight, or the waste.

After some time, he dashed forward, keeping his eye on his opponents weapon and lashed out with the top of his shield.  When VIsar blocked it, he struck like a snake with his sword, hoping to catch the blademaster with his speed, but somehow the man not only blocked his shield with his weapon, but he also twisted like an eel, and Rekinu's sword incredibly passed right next to him, missing him by a mere hands breadth.  The retaliatory attack pushed Rekinu completely back across the area, and forced him to his knees.  Surprised, Rekinu could only gape at the practice sword tickling his neck.  That was, unexpected, to say the least.  Chuckling, Visar offered a hand to help him up.  It had been a good spar though.  Rekinu thought that he could almost duplicate that move if he was on the receiving end of an attack like that.

Rekinu shook his head in amazement.  "Your speed gets me every time!"  He said as he got to his feet.

Visar, could you do the intro thread for Phenox's char then?  and Arinth, I would love to have mine work with your's!!

PM me when you are ready, we will plan out the RP to figure out what you want to do with it, and then invite Visar to the convo to finish it.

Taymist, my warder char picked the quarterstave as one of his weapons, but I do not know if there is someone in the tower that could give him more than pointers at this point.  Could I have him leave the tower to the Band say to train with one of their people if they have one?  Or should I just select another weapon proficiency?

I could help, but each one I have tried to do just fizzled... if you want to risk it... lol!

On that note, Taymist, can I do an intro rp with EP?  and other training with Arinth?

Would you guys even be interested?

Im still here, though I would never be considered an old hand... lol.

I just didnt want to spam by myself, so was waiting to post.

About the book, well, I am on my first re-read, (only got to 8 books the first round, that was all that was out at the time), and am on the Dragon Reborn, so have a long way to go...

Lame....

I am in no position of authority, but if it was approved once, it should still be good since the time has not progressed very far. You will need to get a Warder Division Leader to give you your intro into the Tower Guard Training program. PM devon to see if he can do it, or PM any of the other leaders of the Warders.

(ooc: ok ill start it off... love the "blank stare" :p If you want me to change anything, let me know, I was trying to stay in line with Rekinu's abilities... he will probably tire from here and make a mistake, have at him!)

As he approached ready for battle, Visar responded "My thanks, Gaidin" He paused, as if searching for the name, and then continued, "Have we met before? You recognize me but I...forgive me, what is your name, brother?"

Rekinu laughed, holding his hand out for a firm hand shake. "I suppose it has been a while, you gave a lesson, where we," he grimaced at the memory, "Had to navigate the river, among other things. That particular part was... unpleasant, but overall it was a good training exercise. I believe I was still wearing bells like the people from my homeland(OOC, Arafel if you forgot) at that time, though I have since dispenced with them as they are far too... non-descript and I had needed to cut my hair anyways." He grinned ruefully and shook his head, "I tend to speak too much... I guess I always have since I arrived here. It's nicer than the streets were, though just as tough."

Glancing to the side, he located where the lathes were piled, and then said: "Well then, if you wish to spar, I will gladly match myself against anyone willing to give me a butt-wooping, as long as they teach me something." Grinning widely, he walked over and picked up several training swords, rejecting one after another untill he had one that felt right, before returning to stand before Visar and saluting him with his lathe.

"May peace favor your sword, yet may we both be ready for what the world might throw at us" he said before testing his grip on the lathe in preparation.

Not wanting to jump too fast, wary of the title that his opponent held, he circled with his opponent while they observed each other. Rekinu conceded the first hit to Visar after several fast attacks and parrys, but they kept it up, pary after parry. Rekinu quickly pulled himself into the void that he had been taught to use to clear his mind, and he kept up the barrage on his opponent to not give him more than the necessary ground.

His side stung, but he reveled in the thrill of battle, of matching against someone without bloodshead needing to happen. He rushed Visar, and was blocked effectively, but making the most of it he went off sideways and bounced back, seeking for a hole, weak point, anything to allow him to get in a hit.

The next hit went to Visar as well, and they continued to move around in a circle, clashing in a flurry of hits. Sweat began to bead on their faces as evidence of the exertion that they were putting into their spar. Rekinu rolled forward trying to avoid a downward strike, lashing out with his lathe, catching Visars shin at the same time that Visar slashed at his back. Of the two hits, Visar's was probably the better hit, but he had marked him finally.

They separated, and circled again. Rekinu cautiously streatched his back to force his body to accept the pain lodged there, and Visar walked with a small lime. His face was like a stone, and Rekinu admired him yet again. His own face, he knew, held too much emotion to be able to be as impassive. He had much to learn, and that rolling attack is one that he needed to stop employing apparently. He grinned at his opponent, and got ready, Visar was sure to go on a major offensive soon, and Rekinu knew that he would be hard pressed to keep it from getting hit too many times.

Rekinu Alasayar

Enjoying the spar!

In mere moments it seemed Rekinu was bundled into the rooms Rekinu and Taia had been given for the duration of their stay. He knew that it was important to talk about what had happened, and Taia needed to know IMMEDIATELY that their host had been a worker of the Shadow, but he knew better than to blurt it out. The whole thing seemed to be less a jump at opportunity than a planned excursion, so he hoped that most of Yorin's fellow darkfriends (as there were shurely more) knew that he was missing and where he might be found.

As soon as he was settled on a chair Rekinu opened his mouth to speach at the same time as Taia, but they both clicked their mouths as someone knocked on the door. He really needed to tell her what had happened, the sooner the better!!

He hissed as the woman worked on the cut on his arm, but that was the worst wound he had, the rest being nicks more than anything, quite like the marks left after a practice session on the yards. He was more exhausted that anything, but being in the presence of his bonded his head cleared up and he felt determined. They needed to sort out the evil that had permeated this House.

As soon as the woman left, Taia looked at him for a moment, and grabbed his face in her hands. No matter how many times she did this he would swear every time that he could feel her doing something. After dropping her hands, she said, "What happened down there I was so worried for you." She held up a shaking hand in illustration, "Please don't do that again!"

He smiled ruefully. "As if I planned these things!" He held his hands up in a placating gesture before continueing. "There are Dark friends. At least one. Yorin," He grimaced when he spoke the name of someone he had nearly called a friend, "was one. I fought him in the dungeon myself, to the death. Light, does it ever get easier?" He shook his head, and muttered low, "I'd rather face shadow spawn any day than to have to kill another man"

Putting that thought aside, he told Taia everything that had transpired, to him sending the message to her, to getting duped into the dungeon, and the subsequent fight and then search for the surface.

He ended with "We need to find out who we can trust, and find who we cannot... I want to start with the person that was supposed to have delivered the message!"

With that he bound out of his chair as if he had just slept a whole night, and grabbed his sword tossing the scabbard on his bed. He was angry now and he entended to find these dark friends and bring them to justice!!

Rekinu Alasayaar

Ready to mete justice... :P

Throughout the match, he drained everything else from his mind, clearing himself to be able to focus on the match at hand. As Rekninu fought that this time, he danced with death. Their skill was similar enough in level, that the fight could go any direction. It was here that his training in the Tower with the guards and the warders made a difference. His defense was better, after having been beaten time and time again by the warders and Blademasters that taught the trainee's, he was quick on the defensive. Without that boost, his most serious cut on his left shoulder could have proven deadly. As it was, it slowed his reaction time some.

However, he was not the only one taking hits. Yorin also had many cuts where Rekinu almost got him but he twisted out of. This opponent was more slippery that an eel freshly pulled from the sea. It was hard to get the man to stand still, and the fight whent all around the confines of the cell.

There was a moment when Rekinu thought it was all over. They had clashed, holding each others wrists, with their blades straining against each other, when Yorin suprised him with a shove that pushed him into the wall behind. It was old, and loose rock fell in a shower down Rekinu's body, some chunks large enough to trip over. Thinking to keep himself from tripping, Rekinu kicked back the larger pieces out of his way, careful to watch his opponent. While doing so, he held his blade high, prepared to whoop down in a defensive manuver if Yorin should attack before he was clear of it.

As if reading Rekinu's mind, Yorin lunged straight for him, and Rekinu brought his weapon down. Time seemed to slow, and Rekinu knew the moment Yorin stumbled, that he was going to win. He avoided the swing that went wide, and stepped in, bringing his weapon in close, hard and fast. He sadly watched is Yorin's face transformed from anger to disbelief, and then pain and confusion.

Yorin dropped his weapon, and Rekinu eased him onto the ground. Suddenly the look of confusion dissappeared and Yorin screamed. It seemed like an eternity untill the man's voice died down. In the dark confines of the cell it reverbated back and forth, increasing with volume. Rekinu nearly dropped his own weapon to cover his ears, but he was going to need that.

He was still slightly at a loss as to what had just happened. Apparently Yorin was a dark friend, but Rekinu couldn't fathom why. Why would someone, a Lord none the less, swear themselves to the Dark Lord and his empty promises? He guessed that was a thought to talk over with Taia. Right now he had to figure out what he was going to do, and how to find Taia. He could feel concern emenating from her place in his mind, and he knew that top priority would be to get back together.

He grimaced when he looked down at the body that now lay before him for a moment, before looking around at the cell in more detail. He noted that there was a table, stained with blood to the right, and surmized that Yorin had been torturing people. He might have been the one that Taia was hoping to find, if not then their work was certinately cut out for them. He passed the table, noting a small book tucked under one corner of a piece of parchment, and collected. He thumbed through it, as books facinated him, but the ornate writing was beyond his meagre skill to understand, and so he put it in his coat pocket for safe keeping.

He walked over to the door and rattled it, but it had been locked. Looking around there was nothing with which he could pry the door open, not that he had much hope of doing so in a dungeon, but he was wanting to stay away from the pile of filth in the back that was Yorin. Sighing deeply, he returned to Yorin's body and searched his pockets untill he found several sets of keys. There were so many he almost dispared of finding the right one to use, but it had to be done.

After several minutes of trying several keys he got the door open. All he knew was that they had come from the right, but that was all he could remember from the twisting and turning.

-------------------------------------------------Several hours later----------------------------------------

He stumbled out the door more with exhaustion than suprise though he was very surprised, and relieved to be in the evening sun. He had no idea that he was this close to the outside, and the ground sloped sharply up to the door. He turned and noticed that the door was hidden by reeds and brush. Taking Yorins sword, Rekinu hacked at the offending growth untill the door was no longer hidden from sight. He could tell that it had been painted too, to assist with it staying hidden during the winter months. He was exhausted and sat down on the hard ground for a while. His cut on his left shoulder burned with every move, he suspected that some bits of the rock had gotten themselves wedged when he hit the wall, and he could no longer lift his left arm with the pain. He was so tired he could not longer feel Taia through the bond, he hoped she knew that he was still ok. It was very tedious being lost. In order to be a little less lost, and to care for himself, he had ended up ripping up his shirt to use first as a crude bandage and then as markers at each intersections so that as he made his way around he could tell that he had already explored different directions. That made it so that he was able to find the stairs with, hopefully less wandering. Even with that, it had taken a long time to make it to the surface. In truth, he thought that it was yet another corridor. If he had been asked about it in a gambling way, he would have staked his father's sword on him still being several levels deeper in the ground.

He leaned back against the wall, to rest his head a bit, he needed to get back up, but he couldnt bring himself to haul himself to his feet, he just did not have the energy. He could hear voices coming from the left, around the corner from where the manor lay, and though he couldnt get up, he bared his teeth. If they were Yorin's men coming to help their master he intended to sell himself dearly. Leaning heavely on the wall, he scrambled to his feet biting back a moan as he used his left arm to push upwards. As they came around the corner, he assumed the void. He was holding his sword at the ready though he had to lean on the wall to stay standing.

Rekinu

Resigned to possible death

[edit: alterd time, as I was inccorrect in my thinking.]

Rekinu also awoke early as usual. His desire to become a warder had been fanned every day through his experiences, which was probably what his trainers tried to do dispite the harshness with which they trained. He now was one, though his most recent excursion with Taia taught him that he still had MUCH to learn. He grabbed a light breakfast before heading out to the yards training was an important thing, and if he thought he had trained plenty before, then he needed to double, nay, tripple his efforts. He saw a man, Visar if he remembered it, standing in the middle of the field, stock still. Rekinu liked the hard-faced man, who had taught a training course that allowed Rekinu to be placed on the rolls of those allowed to accompany an Aes Sedai on a trip. That trip had fused the future that he had with Taia. Visar seemed genuine at least, no matter what the other trainees said about the hard man. It had been some time since Rekinu had seen him around. Idly he wondered what travels had taken him away from and then back to, the WT, but it was none of his business. He trotted over intending to have a chat, noticing too late that Visar had been waiting for an opponent and had now caught Rekinu's eye. There was no getting out of it now! He was a little hesitant, awe inspiring battle that had led Visar to become a Blademaster. However, then his resolve firmed; at least Visar might notice an improvemnt, if however faint, of his abilities over the past few years.

He grabbed a training sword, and his shield, and advanced onto the well-marked area. "Welcome back, Blademaster" Rekinu said. Realizing again that this couldn't end well for him. Yet, these types of experiances prepared him all the more for life, and for battles. You have to be beaten to know your weakness, right? The light knew that he needed to become much better to be worthy of his Aes Sedai, and protect her. He would do what ever it took to accomplish that promise that he had delivered that time, less than a year back.

Rekinu Alasayar,

a little hesitant, yet determined

Well, perhaps after I get settled into my new life here (job, apartment, ect) I might take up RPing a BT hopeful...

those spoiler buttons dont work for me... *pouts*

*edit* Nevermind, works now....

*brings in a carpet to cover the floor*

What? I couldnt find one big enough to hide everthing else! Way to go though... what is the RGL?

Welcome back!! I am going to get my stuff for Taia (Rasheta) done soon, I can do RP's before meeting her or after, either way! :)

Yaaaa!!! Visar is back!!!

I have only done a warder, so that would be my favorite... :P

I would like join the BT RP, but they are so... chaotic and evil that I have a hard time dealing with it. Im a nice guy, and I like to RP nice people... >.> what can I say? :P