Terra got shivers as fire and lighting rained from the sky, as well as those pillars of blue fire. That had to be Sammael, and logically, a circle involving at least one Dreadlady. She just hoped they remembered she was in here. She had been picked to infiltrate, so they better not kill her.

Trollocs and Myrdraal started to appear from all sides and the Asha'man wove their simple, yet deadly weaves. Not that she could see them, but she knew their effects. It was her time. Drawing in more of saidar, she skillfully wove boiling blood and internal drowning to various Asha'man in various locations. Killing just around her would have been stupid. Her targets dropped, but not in a way that anyone suspected her. They had just been killed like anyone else would have in their current circumstances. They might have been attacked by fire and lighting, or from a Myrdraal blade, or a Trolloc axe. Most were too busy trying to fend off attacks that they cared little as to why their neighbor dropped dead.

She slowly made her way to the front, where that fool Kassian was hard at work cutting weaves, blocking others, and attacking. If she could kill him, things might fall apart. She might as well have fun with it, since she really needed to get out of here before the Trollocs broke though the ranks. They didn't care who they killed. She wove a slight Pain weave, focusing on his shoulders, slowly increasing the force. He began to hold his right shoulder, which to him would be a moderate ache. Perfect. She tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around yelling. She dropped her mask, revealing her feminine self, and as she did, put her palm forward, then blasted him with a red-hot burst of flame from the palm, killing him instantly. As his dead body fell, she spun around and put up a wall of fire facing the other Asha'man that she hoped were too shocked to react right away, then ran towards an alley. She wove a folded light weave for what little good it would do. It would shimmer like crazy as she ran, but it was better than having her in plain sight. A fireball streaked past her just as she ducked around a corner.

Weaving a nasty explosive ward and a static field in front of the alley where she disappeared into, she took off through alleys, taking the long way to the other force, where she would link with Sammael's circle. It did not take long before she found them, and she was linked with them. Suddenly aware of everyone's emotions, she exuded a feeling of personal satisfaction with a job well done.

Terra Cyrene

The Slayer of Kassian the Fool

Heather woke up in her usual, cheery mood. She washed, braided her hair, put on her uniform, and wandered off to find some food. The best food was always earlier in the morning, so it had become habit. The kitchen had some wonderful fried eggs and sausages, so she ate heartily. Belly full, she wandered off to find Saira. She had grown fond of that kind, shy girl as of late.

She spotted Saira near the archery range. A smile hit her face and she nearly skipped over to greet her friend. "Hi Saira! Did you get the hang of that flame thing we did last night? I seem to have forgotten how to do it after sleeping on it." The next thing she heard was...

"Excuse me, sir. Recruit Saira Fujimura requesting permission to join this class?"

It was then she noticed that there were other people there, including that nice man she met at the fire last night. It appeared to be an archery class. "Oh, an archery class! Sounds grand! I'll run and grab my bow." With that, she dashed off to get her personal bow, braid flailing behind her. She returned in a matter of minutes with her bow. "Archer recruit Heather al'Morris, reporting for class!"

Heather al'Morris

Comes on strong

Perhaps slightly lacking in the sugar and everything nice. *ggls* ;D

Zari and Zela looked up the cliff, then down. Looked up it, then down again. It was a formidable cliff. Zela was rather eager, but Zari really wasn't sure about this. Heights weren't his greatest feature. After Sharina got down, Zela rushed over and hooked herself up. Taking a running leap, she tried to get a secure holding, but failed to with the impact. She grunted and fell to the ground. The others giggled at her, but she just gave them a blue-eyed glare. She grabbed onto it again and pulled herself up. It was a slow and agonizing process for her, largely caused by her grabbing faulty handholds and falling....three times. Coming down for her was much faster, if less graceful. Not that she's the perfect example of grace in any situation, but particularity not in this one.

Once she was down, Zari was hooked up and took a much more logical approach. The whole time he had been assessing where the three ahead of him went, where they had trouble, where they had an easy time. His whole course had been plotted before he was strapped in. Taking careful, but precise hand and foot holds, he was up and back in a reasonable time. "And that, dear sister, is why brains beats brawn." he told her with a smirk.

Zari and Zela

Opposites, yet so very alike

Allrianne stumbled out of class, tears still running down her cheeks. She ended up bumping into the Mayener novice who kept trying to mother her.

"Allrianne, its a surprise to me that you are holding yourself together at all. You are in such a rush to get clear of someone who can channel yet you stumble out into a hall full of young girls who may indeed, have that spark."

That sent Allri into a whole new set of howls and blubbering. She hated this place. She overheard the other say something about the class all needing to do chores. With her back to the wall, she slid down and curled into a ball, weeping less-than-quietly. "The only place worse than this could only be the Pit of Doom itself." Someone ended up making her get on her feet so that they could go and do whatever horrible chore these witches were making her do, forcing her to conform to their Darkfriend ways.

Allrianne Viventi

Less-than-pleasant company

Hehehe, to start off, she can tell you that you're doing it wrong, then she can -attempt- to show you how to do it, and fail horribly. Then she can throw a tantrum! ;D

Yeah, yeah... you do do this everytime I put one up... you could leave ONE for me to train though...

You can train Talim once her intro is done. ;D *makes doe eyes*

How does the Ghealdan/Andor/Murandy area sound to you? I have a mercenary of WS 4 that could use a little practice. Aos der'Kelman by name

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,26756.0.html

It's up to debate whether it was him who made it or an outside force, but he would have seen enough to pick it up.

I think the intro would be fun. *cackle*

I could use an into post or two... *nudges Eq* ;D

Look at that ape hold a sword. That's not how you do it. I should show him a thing or two about that. And look at him! He's getting creamed. I could have beaten that guy. And look at her stance. It's all wrong. I hope they don't go teaching me all this garbage. I want them to teach me right. Maybe I'll just take over and teach them myself.

Talim sauntered through the dusty Warders Yard, picking up her silk shirts so they don't drag. Her light brown was done up and held with two smooth, ornate sticks and she was wearing several jeweled necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Did she consider this appropriate attire for going to join the Warders? Indeed! On a normal occasion, she would have dressed up.

After asking directions thrice, she found her way to the Mistress of Trainee's office. She gave it a single firm knock and waited for the response. Had anyone been close enough, she would have dragged them over so they could announce her before going in. Alas, she would have to do it herself. What was this world coming to?

Talim Mishadake

Graendal? Tig's never met Graendal, not do I see how a woman could teach him. From what I remember, he accidentally learned it during his Adept Test.

Hmmm, Terra is doing ok for now. I just need to post more regularly on her intro/OP lessons. :P Raven, I need to write his into and his test for Adept, then I can get into some fun with him. *cackle*

And Tig is always available for RPs, intros, and saidin training. ;D

Edit: Speaking of Raven, does anyone feel up to meeting him at the Blight? I promise he won't blow you up ;D....yet

The sudden outburst launched Allrianne at least a foot off her desk. She looked at her teacher reprimanding the Tairen and shrunk into her seat. These women were worse than she expected. And as she spoke about the horrible effects of not controlling saidar, fear coursed her veins. She was becoming more convinced she should not touch it. But what was that about it not being inherently evil or good...

She almost jumped again when her name was called. And as she was looked at, she felt like she was being violated. Like Jerenia was undressing her with her eyes, but in an evil, torturous, Darkfriend way. She managed to bring her knees up to her face and wrapped her arms around them. It was literally the fetal position sitting on a chair. In a dress, this is difficult.

She started sobbing while gently rocking on her seat. Every once in a while, though her muted sobs, you would hear a "I don't want to channel. I walk in the Light" coming from her general direction. She thought she heard someone coming, so she peered from between her knees. Sure enough, Jerenia was right beside her. She squeaked in freight and buried her face further into her thighs.

Allrianne Viventi

Indeed has a block. Have fun.

It had been so close. He wobbled, but then cut it. Ikki tried to not let disappointment show. He was slightly shocked when the Storm Leader called out a challenge. Then it clicked that this was essentially a test and he wanted to see how strong Ikki was. He pondered the strongest weaves he knew he could do without messing it up horribly. There were many good weaves, but there were several he seemed to be unable to weave with any proficiency.

He narrowed it down to two weaves, but he could only do one or the other. He decided on Heat Wave. Filling himself with saidin to the fullest possible, he poured all of it into Fire. The temperature around him began to rise drastically. He saw the grass around him drying up and even burning. Let's see Covai break out of this.

So I should ask for admin approval from Owen and/or Raeyn?

OOC: Way to take my idea, Q! :P :D  :-*

Her ears perked up as the Tairen girl announced herself. A Tairen noble? From her tone, she seemed about as pleased to be here as Allri was. Except more angry. Much more angry. She would have to talk to this girl later when they had the chance. Maybe between them and a similar motive, they could get out of this Light Forsaken place.

Allri tried her best to ignore the Accepted. From the snatches she heard, it was the same thing she had been taught by Solia Sedai. It didn't matter who it came from. She didn't want to channel. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as possible and covered her head with her arms. Block out the blasphemy. It was all blasphemy against the Light. The Light and the Creator.

Catching glimpses of the instructions, she gathered that the other fool girls were trying that flower exercise. She shuddered. Twice now she had embraced the One Power. For the short time she felt it, it did feel like new life. That is why she should not touch it. It was the Creator's alone, not hers. Peeking out between her arms, she saw Jerenia looking at her with the oddest of looks. She gave off a squeak and buried her head further into her arms.

Allrianne Viventi

Not making it easy on Jerenia

*stalks thread waiting for a good time to be obviously eavesdropping*

*patpats Elgee*

Of course there isn't dear. You just go take your meds and ignore Jasmyne. ;D

Thanelle is also a White, Quis.

And there's always Seth (whom I have done little with), naive, pansy Tinker boy extraordinaire!

Handle: Tigara

Real name: Tim

WT Characters Played: Melianna Hollmen, Jasmyne Ceres, Allrianne Viventi, and Ophelia Altair (NSW)

Email: tigara@live.com

MSN: tigara@live.com

Skype: tigara_kazim

Ooohh, great idea!!! ;D

Heather meandered about the front of the Citadel, loaf of bead caught in her mouth with three more she was hugging in her arms. They were still warm from the oven. The chefs got along well with her, so she got to pinch extra food. Of course if they didn't let her, she would lurk outside the window looking hungry until they gave her something, but that was irrelevant and completely beside the point. She could out-eat many of the men, and she always seemed to be hungry. The medics always marveled at her "amazing metabolism", whatever that meant.

She peered around. Hmmm, now where is Saira? That girl needs to eat more. she thought to herself. She began her meander once again and suddenly stopped when she saw two men coming in the gate. New recruits, perhaps? her eyes lit up and she tried to greet them. 'Tried' because her teeth were still clutching a fresh loaf. She quickly ripped it out with a not very free hand and chewed as fast as she could. I wonder why it always takes longer to chew your food when you're in a hurry. Swalloing, she greeted them once more. "Hi! Welcome to the Band of the Red Hand! May I interest you in a bread roll?" she said extending one of the un-bitten loaves towards the duo.

Heather al'Morris

As blond as she seems