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    Jasmyne's Reqs

    in Legacy OOC Archive

    Fire in the Sky (Closed RP, DR PSW Anniversary Celebration)

    in Archive

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    Melianna could not count the years it had been since she had been off of Tar Valon. Not since before her Nocivehood, and that had been at least 15 years ago. This was a much welcomed outing, even if it involved riding the whole way with Jerenia. However, she has mastered the art of ignoring people. They assue she has gone off to lala land, which she often is, but sometimes it helps to get out of a few things. Like traveling games with the Accepted directly ahead of her. Had she been the type to do such things, she would have scowled. Her mind drifted to thought of ter'angreal as the fires of the Tinkers. She pondered the name a minute. Tuatha'an was very similar to the name of her people. Atha'an Miere. Traveling people and Sea Folk. Was there a connection? Do the Tinkers have ter'angreal?!?! A realization hit her then. She was inthe land of her ancestors. Was this where the capital was? What was right here a few hundred years ago? So many questions when you have three nationalities, one of which is elusive and the other is dead.

     

    Her bubble of thought burst as she was spoken to. "You are welcome to our fires. Do you know the song?" She stopped and blinked. "Pardon me, could you repeat that. I missed it." The Tinker man seem surprised, but repeated himself. "A song? Oh right, you're looking for a song! Sorry, I don't know it." She walked past in blissful ignorance that she had flubbed worse than Jerenia. She plopped down beside a girl with the most peculiar eyes. They were...gold? She smiled sweetly at the girl. "Hello, nice night, isn't it?"

     

    Melianna Hollmen

    Accepted

     

    ~**~

     

    The Twins arrived with the other Children. They knew them all sorta well. Sharina, Zoe, and Edalia had all congregated and it appeared like a girl with colored bands around her hem was with them. They double took the scene. An Accepted was sitting with the children? Yes, it was supposed to be peaceful for tonight, but that couldn't go over well. While thinking of it, Zari decided to give Zela a last minute refresher course on how she was to not behave. "Ok now Zela. You should no be drinking. You do do strange and violent things when you be drunk. Second, do no be ripping your clothes off and screaming "anarchy." Third, do no be punching or kicking or hitting anyone in any way." He blinked a moment. "Just do no be doing anything without first asking me." "Zari, stop being such a nag. I do be a grown woman and I can be handling myself just fine. I can keep the peace." He looked at her sceptically  then rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever." They approached the camp and the Seeker greeted them They responded at the same time. "No, we do no be knowing the song." They were given some bowls of stew, then sat down beside the other Children. The stew was delicious!

     

    Zari and Zela Chasei

    Children of the Light

     

    ~**~

     

    Late! Always late! Terra rushed over to the meeting pint to go to the Caralain Grass to see the Meteor Shower. Since she wore makeup everywhere nowadays, she never seemed to be on time. She even had a new cream that made her look pale like an Andoran. She even decided to go under a new alias. She was Maybella Marcon, the daughter of a farmer from just out of Four Kings. The Mae'shadar was holding open a Gateway and Terra ran through since everyone else was already through. The land was rather flat and bare, but they could see bright buildings in the distance. It was dark by the time they arrived in the colorful camp of the Tinkers and they were certainly not the first ones there. She could see young girls from the White Tower, a warder of two, Whitecloaks, and a few random others that appeared to be ordinary people. A nice mix. She was warmyl welcomed by the man she was told would the the Seeker. She replied as innocently as possible. "No, I do not know the song, but I hope you one day find it." She found a nice spot by the fire to sit, then gazed into it. One could become so engrossed in a simple thing like a flame and miss an entire event.

     

    Maybelle Marcon

    Farmgril

    aka

    Terra Cyrene

    Dreadlady Acolyte

    Fire in the Sky RP

    in Legacy Saga Archive

    Posted

    Geirrin has made a gateway and is waiting on the others.  Based on this thread I would assume that it is Covai, Ze'el(Kassian), Geirrin, and Ikki (If Tiggy wants to go with his 4th character).  I had him form a gateway several hundred paces to the west so as not to scare anyone  :o .  I wrote that we brought our mounts and would ride the rest of the way.  Aside from that I am assuming that we are just going to have fun and enjoy the fireworks. *shrugs*

     

     

     

     

    Ummmmmm, not thanks. Three is plenty for me! :o

     

     

    The Light has forsaken you all {Jasmyne's Oaths} (ATTN Reds)

    in Legacy Saga Archive

    Posted

    A girl sat on her bed in the Accepted's quarters in the White Tower on the island of Tar Valon surrounded by the Erinin River in the northeastern corner of the Westlands. She sits with her legs folded under her and she is closely examining a Great Serpent ring - her Great Serpent ring. She turned the golden snake over and over in her hands, feeling every detail.

     

    Jasmyne was frowning at her ring. She had worn this ring for at least ten years. She had actually lost count. How much longer would it take for her to get the second piece? She wanted a shawl. She didn't care what color it was, unless it was White. She would have taken nearly any color as long as she got a shawl. The striped dress was growing abhorrent. She brushed her hair out of her eyes. It was getting longer now: it was down past her ears. However, she looked a bit boyish in it, and felt it too.

     

    Her door opened without a knock and permitted an Aes Sedai. She could not tell who for her candle did not quite reach that far. Unsurprisingly, the voice she heard was most certainly belonging to Larindhra, the Mistress of Novices. However, it was unlike her to appear this late. It was past curfew. From her shadowed face, the most shocking words she ever heard came. She had just been wishing for those words, but it was so shocking to actually hear them. "Jasmyne Ceres, you are called to be tested for Aes Sedai." She quickly got up and followed after the Red. She was thankful that she had decided to stay dressed for a while. She trotted after the Aes Sedai. She sure hoped she was ready for this. She couldn't afford not to be.

     

    This Hallway went further than she had been before. She was led into a large room much like the one for the test for Accepted, but the ter'angreal was significantly different. It was a single oval shape. There were also many more Aes Sedai than before. One spoke.

     

    “You come in ignorance Jasmyne Ceres, how would you depart?”

    “In knowledge of myself.” She responded as confident as she could muster. Aes Sedai were always strong, even if they were nervous.

    “For what reason have you been summoned here?”

    “To be tried.”

    “For what reason should you be tried?”

    “So that I may learn whether I am worthy.”

    “For what would you be found worthy?”

    “To wear the shawl,”

     

    She was then quickly briefed on her instructions. Small glowing pad to weave on, weave the correct weave, etc. she nodded, undressed, and then glided into the oval. She emerged on the other side in a very fine and expensive dress. At a glace, it appeared to be woven gold. The irony of this was that she was nearly waist deep in a swamp. A very muddy swamp. She looked around and saw the glowing mark a little ways off on top of a tree root sticking out over the swamp. She started to work her way over, but it was a rather difficult task. Her legs were short and by the feel of it, the hem of the dress was very narrow and movement constricting.

     

    The branch was higher than before once she got to it, or perhaps she was just deeper in now. She looked down and it was definitely above her bosom. Short little arms reached up and took a firm grip of the monstrous root. The muddy water held her in down quite well and she didn't have the upper body strength to pull free. She would have to muck her way over to the tree base. It was a rather slippery tree, but she got up on it with much grunting. The idea of ripping the constricting dress ran through her head many times. It would have been much easier to get up if she had. She put her arms out and balanced over to where the symbol was. It seemed as soon as she set foot on the pad, the entire marsh came to life with the worst possible wildlife. Alligators covered the top of the swamp water. Mosquitos, bees, and all sorts of annoying and biting insects filled the air. Every kind of snake were suddenly dropping out of the overhead branches and crawling towards her. She started her first weave, and then proceeded to deal out punishment to the creatures that wished her harm. She wove a large wave into the swamp and deterred the alligators for a moment. Her training with Jagen Sedai had certainly paid off. She wove fire into the Air and a wave of Flames consumed many insects, but they just replenished themselves quicker than anything should have. The snakes were awfully close to her, so she decided a air shield around and below her would suffice, while a fire shield hovered above that to keep her air supply semi-constant. Cobras and adders struck at the shield and bounced off, the she was losing oxygen. The fire was using hers up.

     

    A thought came to her. These were all cold-blooded creatures. She strongly wove a simple weave and the temperature suddenly dropped to below freezing. The alligators retreated into the swamp, bugs dropped from the sky, and the snakes hissed in disgust. She quickly finished off the absurdly complicated and useless weave, then was suddenly gone.

     

    She appeared in another setting. It was brightly lit and plat. The pad was on a hill in the distance and she could see it clearly. She looked down and she was in her birthday suit and up to her shoulders in briars, nettles, and itchweed. And….there were ants in it. Very possibly also mites and biting beetles as well. She must remain calm. She must not scratch. She walked forward with her fists balled up beside her, the itching getting worse with every step. Needles brushed against her constantly and she could not imagine a less comfortable situation. Sweat poured down her face with concentration to not scratch herself. She increased her pace and finally got out onto the hill. She itched like mad and her eyes were tearing up. The glowing pad lay in front of her and she stepped onto it. She started the second weave and a strong wind filled with cottonwood fluff blew past her. There was so much that it was blinding and it kept getting in her mouth and sticking to her sweat. It was gone as fast it came, but then the most peculiar phenomenon occurred. It began to rain…vinegar? GREAT LORD! That stings! It was very hard to keep straight posture and not scratch. She wove a bit quicker. It rained harder. Her eyes began to burn. Must weave faster! Discreetly faster. The weave was done and she was gone.

     

    This is exhausting! She thought as she appeared in the last world she would have to face. The creativity of the Aes Sedai working the ter'angreal was commendable. Who knew that large housewives trying to force-feed you could be so horribly distracting? What were they up to this time? It was the grand finale, so to say, so they would have to outdo themselves for this. She was in a simple garb and where she was appeared to be a barren wasteland of solid rock. Her symbol was only a few feet away and there was nothing out of the ordinary that she could see. She stepped carefully and nothing happened. She stepped onto the pad and waited for the bang. Nothing. She started to weave and it happened. The ground all around her shook violently and cracked open. Lava and steam exploded into the air and was falling around her. Hastily she wove a shield to block the large pieces of molten rock that were intent on landing on her. Hot steam then shot right up her dress and burned her legs and waist while scalding her torso. She concentrated hard to not scream or jump or run or something foolish like that. She was far too stubborn to give up now and she knew it. A weave of air deflected the steam away from her and she continued her weave. The ground shook harder and she nearly lost her balance. She wove a pair of rock bands around her feet so she wouldn't move from the spot. Her weave was nearly done. Another burst of steam shot into her face and she very nearly lost her weave. She deflected that one, crying from the pain. The weave came together and she was gone.

     

    She emerged into the room and found herself completely unblemished in any way. The itching was gone too. Just a faint memory of it all. The other sisters were quiet and she donned her Accepted dress, then returned to her rooms for reflection. The candle she had left burning before had gone out in the time she was gone. She left it that way. She needed time to reflect and the darkness was far less distracting. She lay on her bed, absentmindedly scratching her arms. She wasn't itchy, but the memory of it made her feel like she was. Her mind was so lost in thoughts that she eventually just faded into a restless sleep.

     

    She awoke to a knocking on her door. She rubbed her eyes and there were seven Aes Sedai standing in her room, one from each Ajah. Interesting enough, they were in alphabetical order by Ajah name from left to right. she did not know the Blue sister, Cara Sedai was the Brown, Alitacia the Gray, Janine the Green, Larindhra the Red, Lillith the White, and Respa the Yellow. "The time has come, Jasmyne Ceres, for you to swear the Three Oaths and become an Aes Sedai. The Amyrlin awaits. They all left and she followed them. Butterflies filled her stomach, worse than the night before. Why was this more un-nerving? They were back in the room with the strange oval ter'angreal. The Amyrlin was standing on the opposite side of the oval, and the Keeper was beside her holding a tassled cushion containing another ter'angreal. The Oath Rod. The Sitters of each Ajah stood in a semi-circle behind Kathana plus the newest Aes Sedai of each Ajah holding a shawl. A shawl that each one wanted to place on her shoulders. She only recognized two of them Jagen stood with the Reds and Kabria with the Greens. Those two were the only two she had ever really considered, and she had decided which one wins back when she made another major decision.

     

    She confidently stepped through the oval ter'angreal and approached the Amyrlin Seat. The Keeper gave Kathana the Oath Rod and she spoke. “Your time has come, child. Speak the Oaths and seal yourself to us forever.” She placed the thin white rod into Jasmyne's tiny hands and wove Spirit into it.

     

    "Under the Light, I swear to speak no word that is not true." Her eyes widened as she felt something constrict onto her skin, like a second skin. It was the oddest feeling. It was tight.

     

    "Under the Light," she continued, "I swear to make no weapon with which one man may kill another." This one was just as tight over her skin. She hoped they would not crush her.

     

    "Under the Light, I swear never to use the One Power as a weapon except against Shadowspawn, or in the last defense of my own life, that of my Warder, or that of another Aes Sedai." That last one came just as the other. She almost held her breath in expectance.

     

    "Jasmyne Sedai, it is done. You have sworn the Three Oaths, and may now petition your Ajah." The Amyrlin took the Oath Rod and put it on the cushion, then stepped back. She stood and eyed all the Sisters over. She wanted to make sure she was right. She lingered over Jaydena Sedai, Eadon Sedai, and Loraine Sedai. She lingered over Raslyn Sedai, Shevara Sedai, and Zarinen Sedai as well. With a deep breath she stepped forward towards Jagen Sedai. "If it pleases you, Aes Sedai, I seek admittance into the Red Ajah" She heard a gasp, then a thump. All heads in the room turned to see the Mistress of Novices sprawled on the stone floor. She had fainted in shock. Respa tended her and she awoke, then all the other filed out of the room. Just her and the Reds.

     

    BT / Red Ajah - Meet and Greet ((OOC))

    in Legacy Saga Archive

    Posted

    Character Name: Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

     

    Rank:Dedicated (Given special permission to bond)

     

    Would you like to hold the bond, be bonded, or are you willing to do either? Ikki will be bonded.

     

    If you are bonded, would you be willing to be bonded to an Aes Sedai who holds bonds to other BT Chars? Yes

     

    If you are holding the bond, are you willing to bond more than one Aes Sedai? Yes, but that is unnecessary.

     

    Ikki is a frail historian from Mayene and is from the most minor branch of the Mayene royal line. In fact, he actually has a stronger claim to the Sun Throne because of his Mother who is a minor noble in Cairhein. However, he has absolutely no urge to be in control. He was a cripple as a child and was Healed by a Yellow, so he is particularily fond of Aes Sedai, but especially Yellows.

    About me:

     

    ~**~

     

    Name: Jasmyne Ceres

     

    Rank: Within the next two weeks, she will be an Aes Sedai of the Red/Black Ajah. :D *muah*

     

    Would you like to hold the bond, be bonded, or are you willing to do either? Hold the bond!!! She hates being under someone! In fact, I've already reserved a certain powerful someone for her. *muah*

     

    If you are bonded, would you be willing to be bonded to an Asha'man who holds bonds to other WT Chars? No! She will NOT be bonded!

     

    If you are holding the bond, are you willing to bond more than one Asha'man? As many as possible. More bonds means more power for her to rule the world!!!! >.> In other words, yes.

     

    Jasmyne was a horrible novice and an even worse Accepted. To be blunt, she is incredibly power-mad and that's why she wants to be Aes Sedai. she chose the Red by elimination, even though she did want to be Green. However, a certain novice made her refuse to pick Green. She is very tiny standing at 4'3", but it a large bundle of mean. She has a vow to never cut her hair again because her hair was removed form her as a punishment for beating a novice.

     

    About ME!!!:

     

    I'm on a lot, actually, now that I have high-speed. I have approximately 16 characters that I play, but not all of them are that active, but most get some use. I try to post as often as possible, but with RPs, I don't always get as may in a day as I like,s o I have to prioritize. Fortunately, Jasmyne and Ikki are both on top of that list. ^_^

     

    Oh, bios are here: www.freewebs.com/tigara-dm-bios

     

     

    You took who to the where for what???!!! (ATTN Talavin)

    in Legacy Saga Archive

    Posted

    Melianna resisted the urge to merrily skip down the Halls. That would be a surefire way to arouse suspicions and if suspicion and Melianna were put in the same thought, everyone knew ter'angreal were involved somehow. She descnded the stairs with her Tower Guard following at her heels. A handful of flights of stairs later, they arrived in the basement. Meli peered around the corner and sure enough, there she was. Donyelle. The girl was a target and base of many a rumor around the Accepted Halls, and any that she was a target of, she retaliated with fury. Especially when Celeste was the source. Those girls constantly fought. It was only ever verbally, but according to rumors, it had been far more physical back in their novice days.

     

    It was curious that Donyelle was alone, when suddenly she remembered that she was supposed to be on duty today with her. And here she thought it had been a freeday! It might actually be easier this way. She motioned the Tower Guard, whose name she had yet to discover, to follow her lead, then wandered around the corner. "There you are, Melianna. You're an hour late. I should report you to Larindhra Sedai for making me wait." Donyelle eyed Arath over Meli's shoulder.

     

    "I know I'm late, but you will never guess what I heard!" The other Accepted leaned closer and looked very interested. "I heard from Jerenia, who heard from Selene, who heard from Jasmyne, who heard from Terese, who heard from Magalyn, who heard from Celeste that you've been wetting your bed every day for a week." Meli just watched the girl redden. Her cheeks were rosy naturally, so this just made them stick out that much more. Donyelle just bunched her fists and muttered "Why I aughta..." Melianna just smiled and flipped her hair out of her face. "I thought you might want to go beat her, report her, or spread rumors or something, so I brought a Tower Guard down to replace you while you went to deal with Celeste." Donyelle gave Meli a very skeptical look, then ran down the hall and up the stairs.

     

    Meli waited until the fottsteps faded into nothing, then giggled. That was too easy. But if either finds out I lied, I better watch my back. "Um, Mr Tower Guard, I need you to be my look-out for a few minutes. If you hear anyone coming, knock on the door twice." Before he could reply, she embraced the Source, wove an unlocking weave, went in the room and closed the door behind her. A globe of light bobbed beside her and she browsed the contents of the room. Old crates covered in years of dust and other articles covered in musty cloth. All of it ter'angreal. No one knew the uses of any of them, or if they did, they were rather impractical and useless. She opened a crate and examined the strange glasslike figurines and shapes inside. She felt them over and felt a certain ecstasy that rivaled with saidar itself. She looked up and saw a very appealing looking pair of swans with their necks forming a heart sitting up on a top shelf. It was cute really. But she couldn't reach it. She didn't trust any of the crates to hold her weight. This is exactly why she had a helper.

     

    She went back to the door and opened it up a tiny bit, then poked her head around. Her guard was still there. "Umm, could you give me a boost? I can't quite reach something."

    Approved WT bio - Iorwyn Tachi - CC'd by BT

    in Legacy Characters

    Posted

    Basic Information

    Handle : Tifa

    Character Count : 1

    Contact : bookworm256@gmail.com

     

    Character Information

    Name: Iorwyn Tachi

    Age: 17

    Nationality: Saldaean

     

    Appearance

    Hair: black, wavy, reaches the middle of her back

    Eyes: light brown

    Skin: pale

    Height: 5'4"

     

    Personality

     

    Iorwyn tends to be shy with people she doesn't know, but she is extremely loyal to those she considers friends. She is also insecure and tends to block people out. She knows this, however, and is trying to overcome it by pointedly acting with a confidence she often doesn't feel. As a Saldaean, she is both honest and brave. When she starts something, she considers it her duty to see it through.

    History

     

    Iorwyn was raised in the Saldaea's capital city, Maradon, where her father was a very successful merchant. She is the second of eight children. As a child, she always idolized her brother Garen, who was five years older than her and apprenticed to the local swordsmith. She begged him to teach her to use a sword, though it was not customary for women, and he finally acquiesced on her ninth birthday. Her father caught them practicing behind their house soon after her fifteenth birthday, and he was absolutely livid. Nevertheless, they continued, being especially careful not to get caught.

     

    One night, they were practicing in a rarely used alley near their house. They were both getting tired, when Garen's sword began to glow. Unsure of what was happening, he dropped it. Iorwyn and Garen both stared amazed as it remained floating in the air. Suddenly, it crashed to the ground and Garen fell to his knees, vomiting violently. Iorwyn rushed to his side and asked him what had happened.

     

    "I don't know. I was tired and my vision became unexpectedly clearer. I began to notice all the imperfections in the sword and thought about what I would do in the forge to correct it." He looked up at his sister. "For a second there, I almost thought I could see the heat itself..." He shuddered. "Iorwyn, never speak of this to anyone? Do you understand? No one. Ever." She agreed and they quietly returned home. She didn't know at the time how drastically that night would change her life.

     

    Garen and Iorwyn returned to that alley to spar every night, and a couple months later they found themselves in the same position as before: Garen was nauseous and his sword lie in the middle of the alley. The circumstances began to repeat more and more frequently until he no longer felt physically ill afterward and he began to learn how to control it. Shortly after Iorwyn's sixteenth birthday, an Aes Sedai happened upon their practice, and realized that Iorwyn had the ability to learn to channel. This knowledge, she tucked away, however, as a new realization overcame her.  Neither of the children noticed her watching them, and as the fight drew on she saw that whenever Garen was tired, the sword began to move of its own accord. She did not feel nor see weaves of Saidar and knew the boy was using Saidin. She immediately thrust a Shield between he and the Source. Iorwyn watched him stagger, as if from a physical blow.

     

    The Aes Sedai walked calmly forward and immediately Gentled him. She then told Iorwyn that she was an Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah and that her brother had been channeling. The sister was too preoccupied with Garen to think about the girl in front of her. Iorwyn ignored the sister, and went instead to comfort her sobbing brother. She helped him to his feet and back to their house. Within a month, Garen died from the sorrow of losing Saidin. Then, just before her seventeenth birthday, her father was killed in the Blight. She thought back to the Aes Sedai who killed her brother, and wondered if she could learn to channel as well. She hated the White Tower for what they had done, but realized that only by going to there could she have a chance to protect her family. The night after she turned seventeen, she left a note for her mother and set off for Tar Valon. On her way, she crossed paths with the Red Sister who had Gentled her brother. The woman was coming back for her, having recalled the girl's potential. The Sister informed her that she could, in fact, learn to channel and then escorted her on the rest of her journey to the Tower.

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