Are you suggesting Meli be the target? Cuz if you are, then I'm in! Maybe even as an Accepted.

Meli doesn't like Sial as a novice, either. :p

I suppose Meli can mentor now.

Character: Melianna

Mentee Slots: 1 for now.

Contact: tigara@look.ca

So yeah, I could use someone to RP with, maybe. Unless you have some NPC's I can use to go up the ranks with! ;D

Soggy. Tigara felt very soggy. Somehow, he also felt mocked. And now, he had to dry his shirt. Lovely. He peeled it off himself, as the wet shirt clung to him like skin on an apple. He marched over to the stick, boots squishing at every step. He draped the shirt over the stick and spread it out evenly. Muttering, he embraced the Source and reached for Air. Much easier than Fire or water, but not as easy as the other two. He weaved a single thread of Air, making the shirt blow in the wind, snapping it to create a spray of water. He was tempted to add Fire to the weave. It would be much easier, but he knew his..."capabilities" with Fire.  So, Air is t was, drying the shirt ever so slowly. 4 and a half hours later.

Tigara Kazim

Ebou Dar to be specific.

"I am partly Sea Folk, Aes Sedai. My mother is Sea Folk, my Father is an Arafellan descended from Caralain. They got too drunk while trading. My Mother sent me off to be raised in Arafel with my Father." she responded. The Aes Sedai looked on the border between angry and confused.

Melianna

Melianna yawned. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night. The party had her up late. Fortunatly, she did not have sufficient wine to receive a hangover. She strolled into the Dining Hall. She was surprisingly early. Only a handful of novices sat eating at tables. Accepted dotted the room, as well as a meager handful of Aes Sedai. The breakfast display was usual. Meli grabbed her bowl of porridge, her apple, and mug of tea, and went to sit down at a bench.

She was half seated when she heard someone call her. Darienna waved her over to come sit. Light, now she wished she did have the hangover! She meekly strode over to the Mistress of Novices. She sat down and began quietly eating. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "I wasn't part of the party. I was there to get the Accepted in trouble. I called Estel Sedai to catch her. But they left too early. Please don't punish me. I'm innnocent." she rattled off in a sobbing slur.

Melianna

Weeping

Pick apart a weave? She didn't know how to put one together, so she doubted she could pick it apart if she tried.

Maegan demonstarted the weave with the kerchief and then with the gathering water from the air. She embraced the Source and found a single thread of water very easily. She drew it to the soggy kerchief and  then the water all ran down. The kerchief was dry as a bone. Her insides nearly burst with delight! She actually did it! She lept to the next excercise. The thread of water searched the air for moisture. It took a minute or two before actually getting some water collected. She led it to over to the kerchief and wet the kerchief once again. She giggled in delight.

Suddenly, she could not move and her bottom was not on the bench. She gasped. Well, it was closer to a squak. A trick with Air! Her other strongpoint. She found a thread of Air and wrapped it around a stick on the ground, and it hovered above the ground. Not very high, but it was a good start. She released the stick, and found a dead leaf.  She delicatly tried to lift it, but ended up crushing it instead. She found herself with more Air in her weave, and a pile of dead leaves swirled into the air. Meli jumped at what she did, then giggled. Air was easy!

"Maegan Sedai, do you think my strength in Air and Water have anything to do with being Sea Folk? What are your two strongest elements?

Melianna

Accepted playing in the time machine

Oh no! Not water. With a sigh, he embraced the Source with the usual struggle. He started to look for water. Spirit. Earth. Air. More Spirit. Fire. More Air. More Earth. More Spirit. More Spirit. More Earth. More Fire. He felt like he was trying to find a single blue bean in the bottom of a bean jar, but he could only take out one bean at a time to get it. More Spirit. More Earth. More Spirit. Water. More Fire. Wait a minute! He quickly back tracked and grabbed onto that thread of Water with all the might that he was not using to hold onto saidin. He wrestled that thread. He put his hands in a cup shape, but his hands quivered violently. It refused to be tamed. It wanted to make a fool of him. Water fell out of the sky right onto Michael's head and soaked his hair. Tigara didn't notice. He was still trying to get the water to appear in his quivering hands. Water fell down the back of Tigara's neck and soaked the back of his clothes. Still not noticing. Michael jumped as water shot down his trousers. No notice.

Finally, there was a small puddle of fresh, clear water in his cupped hands. He was exhausted. he turned around to show Michael the water in his hands. He looked up at his head, then down to his trousers. They were soaked. "It's what you get for making me use my worst Power on my second day of channeling"

Tigara Kazim

Not a water weaver

Please! My new kinster needs some introduction or something. Any takers?

*is very tempted, but novice is Accepted now*

*also notes, new Accepted really hates Sial*

*sits out*

Wheee!!!

The trollocs divided themselves, did they. Nifty. Melianna did not think that trollocs were capable of anything more intelligent than flailing weapons about. And a written language? That she would beleive when she saw it. But now for the assignment. What did she know? She grabbed her parchemnt and her quill, and began to write in her sloppy handwritting.

"Trollocs are called Shadowspawn. They were created by Aginor. They are very big, scary, dirty, and smelly, just like Aginor. Trollocs eat humans. Trollocs live in the Blight, which is guarded by the Borderlands.

There are 7 basic clans that the Trollocs made, to my amazement. Ahf’frait are hawks. Ko'bal are eagles. Ghob'hlin are wolves. Gho'hlem are bears. Ghar'ghael are boars. Dha'vol are rams. Dhai'mon are goats. I have been at a Trolloc raid. I think it was mostly Gho'hlem.

Trollocs are lazy and need help from Meyerdral to keep moving.

The next ones are rumors I heard.

Trolloc clans were named the way they are to give novices like me practice wrting certain letter combinations that they rather disliked writing. Why else would something be named so ridiculously like Ghar'ghael? I hate making 'gh'.

Trollocs are fairytales that mothers use to frighten thier children into bed. Silly southerners.

Trollocs like eating little girls more than anything else.

Trollocs are lazy giants that live in mountains and give you cuendillar, gold, and gems if you find one. Then people make lies about them so they can get more.

That last one made her laugh. She was in a tavern and told a man she was from the borderlands. He was drunk off his rocker, so he had told her what was what, in his drunken stuppor. Cairheinin were such fools. She walked over to Shaneevae Sedai and handed in her paper. She trailed after Megain on her way out.

Melianna

Not a novice anymore, but I'm playing in the time machine.

She's up!!! And no, you didn't e-mail me.

My Kin bio is still in review. I'm awaiting approval. Jagaea Kazim

Nifty. There were five parts to it, and they used different combinations to make stuff work. That's the trick! He started grasping at what seemed straws, but he finally got a starnd of something. It was kind of clearish with a touch of blue. That was not Fire. It seemed rather subliminal. Spirit perhaps? He pulled at another. This one was a rusty brown color. Not Fire either! This one was hard, like Earth. He pulled at another. This one was clear as well, but more whitish than the first. This was definitly not Fire. It looked more like the second part of the light. Air. Yes, this must be Air. Only two left, one must be Fire. There it was! A strand that was red and very warm feeling. This was the Fire he was looking for! And the last one was blue, and had a cool feeling. Must be Water.

He tried to move that thread of Fire, more like wrestling with a snake. It refused to go where he wanted and was trying to do something else. Suddenly a small ball of fire was dancing around his head, at the tip of the thread. It flailed about violently! Then there were two more balls of fire around the first, and they were spinning around it. Faster and faster they span. Fire raged and flew towards Tigara's head. He panicked and ducked. Fear filled his mind. The Void was gone, but so was the fire. He looked up at Michael as he peered down at Tigara in his crouched state.

"Ummm, I found the Fire." he said in a very cautious voice and gave a worried smirk.

Tigara Kazim

Panicking

OOC: So I can just make it up and get approval for when Meli is Aes Sedai. Then she can keep it? BTW, the little green box is in Tear.

IC:

"However, if you wish to help me research your little green box than perhaps I can allow a little curiosity, hm?"

Melianna smiled and nodded. "Yes, I would like that."

She then dove right into the lesson. She embraced the Source, which was becoming much easier now. She demonstrated the pushing and pulling of saidar. Maegan wove a big cord of the Five Pwers, and Meli picked them out with slight difficulty. But now it was her turn to make her own Five Powers. She embraced the Source and began to try to pick out threads of the Power. The Blue Air and the Green Water both jumped out at her right away. They were easy. It took but a minute. Then it was the hard part. Fifteen minutes of hard searching finally brought her a thread of White Spirit. Five minutes later, she pulled out a Brown Earth strand, then ten minutes more after that, she finally discovered a small thread of Red Fire. She had heard that the order they come to you determines how strong you were in them. In that case, she was not meant for Fire. Nor Earth. Not even really Spirit either.

Melianna

Not a Pyro

"I'm afraid I have not. Was it a dream that you saw them? Or a memory perhaps?"

“No, Maegan Sedai. Not a dream or a memory. When I would be embracing saidar, someties it would appear in my vision where the rosebud was and then I would lose concentration. At first it was the Nightingale, a ter’angreal that Shaneevae Sedai showed me once. Then it turned into this cube. I have no idea what it is. I’ll make you a drawing.”

Maegan Sedai dismissed her and handed her a pretty red ribbon to excuse her from chores. She grabbed a lock of hair, swung it over her right shoulder, and tied the ribbon to the end. Was it red because of her Ajah, or was it just the color they all used? But she wandered up to her rooms anyway. She was very tired. She was too tired to eat really, but she grabbed a bread roll on her way there anyway. She needed energy.

She walked into her room and plopped onto her small, hard bed. Adanna wasn’t there. It was too early for her to be done her chores and lessons. Saidar. How she longed for its sweetness. Life seemed so dull without it. Like it wasn’t really living, just a blurry shadow of life. She wanted to close her eyes and picture the rosebud. Be the rosebud and embrace the sun. Embrace the Source! But no, she would not. She had been warned to much, and she knew better. She would not burn herself out.

She decided to take her mind off of it. She had a sketch to draw. She pulled out a sheet of parchment, a pen, ink, and a sand pot. The pen started flying. The strange cube formed on the parchment to the exact detail. The round corners, the small holes the size of gooseberries on the 5 sides, the strawberry sized hole on the top, seemingly made of a dark glass. It was all there, except for color. It looked to much different than what she saw without the greenish metal color. Then she remembered the box. The jewelry box her mentor, Jaydena, had given her on her first day here. There was paint in there. She dug it out of its hiding place and opened the paint drawer. Green and Gray. She took a small cup left in her room and mixed them together. She wouldn’t need either of those ones. She was fairly sure she knew her Ajah, and neither of those two were it. The two paints went together easily, creating very close to the shade she wanted. But not quite dark enough. More Gray. There. Perfect. She picked up the small brush in the box and dipped it lightly into the paint, and with an unsteady hand, began to color in the drawing. She started in the middle, to avoid making too many mistakes, hoping her hand would be steadier by the time she got to the edges.

~***~

Another cool morning in the Tower Gardens. She strolled along the path, going back to the place she had been the day before. Maegan Sedai was waiting there already; thick glasses perched atop her nose.

“Good morning, Maegan Sedai. Beautiful day, isn’t it. I suppose you will want this back.” She said handing the red ribbon back to the Red. She quickly dug out her drawing as well, handing it to her. “I sketched that cube last night. My drawing skills are poor, but it’s fairly accurate. What will I be learning today?” she chirped in merrily. “Healing? Wards? Bonding? Linking? Lightning? Probing ter’angreal?” Her face was calm, but on the verge of undiminishing bliss.

Melianna

Ter’angreal obsessed

OoC: Where might I find the rules for ter'angreal? ;D

Search? How in the Light would you search a Void in your head? He supposed he couldn't say that anymore. But what would he replace it with? Shadow? But, it was not important as of now. The important thing is trying to search his head for a light, one that he was only supposed to see out of the corner of his eye. Peachy. But there it was! A shiny light just out of sight. Very shiny. Tigara liked shiny things, but once again, this was not the time. He reached out to it. He wasn't really sure how exactly he reached for something in his head, but he did it.

Michael made a comment about wrestling barmaids, which almost made him lose the Void. he was so easy ot get along with before. Maybe it was the time of day. Let's see him try to wrestle a burly merchants guard with his arms are full of melons that he couldn't let break. He grabbed saidin firmly and felt a tornado blaze inside his head. This was about as hard as the guard, maybe more difficult. But he had it. It was his. He wasn't going to let it slip by.

"I have it, Michael. No stick necessary this time."

Muley, eh? How...creative. She grabbed the reins to lead the very creatively named mule away, and eagerly thought of ale and honeycakes. She snickered at the thought of the Accepted chasing her down the street trying to bleed on her. She'd likely get thrown in the looney bin if that happened. She handed the reins ot the grubby stableboys and wandered back into the inn, where Saline had already found some bandages ad a washbasin.

"Here, let me help." she said as she started to wash the injuries down. She looked around, then embraced the Source. A simple weave of water to clean out the cuts, and air to stop the bleeding while she ackwardly tried to wrap bandages. Medicine had never been her strong point.

Melianna

Not a doctor

Erm...

*bump bump*

OoC: Now why would James go and do that? :o Nice to meet you. Very funny post, btw.

IC:

Finally, Michael got here. And he had a stick. Sticks were never good. Especially not ones from the Blight. A stick almost killed him here once. Who would have thought a stick could have jaws that big?

“Good morning, . . . Tigara.” He said, “You have had plenty of time to rest this morning, waiting for me, perhaps? Good. That means we can get down to business. Notice this stick. It is an extension of my hand. You will close your eyes and if I catch them open I’m going to hit you with it. You would think I could use my hand, right? Wrong. My hand feels pain and your head looks incredibly dense. Thus: stick. Close your eyes.”

“Imagine a flame. No, I don’t care what colour, nor what size—and don’t think I won’t notice your eyes open. I am paying attention.”

He very nearly rubbed the spot he had been whacked with. At least that stick didn't try to eat him. He relaxed his eyes and focused on a bright red flame. Red was a good color. Very natural. Michael started giving instructions on "feeding things into the fire." How on earth were you supposed to feed emotions into an imaginary fire? Might as well give it a try. He "fed" the pain into the red flame...and amazingly, it was gone. He couldn't really feel it. Maybe this guy wasn't as insane as he thought. Next was the dislike of being hit. Up in smoke. He laughed inside. This was fun!

Ambition. Ambition wasn't too large. That one went easy. Pride? That may be harder. He always prided himself in his looks. The smile to drive women into bed, the shiny golden hair, the captivating eyes. How could he burn that up? "I'll come back to that one."he thought.

~**~

Several hours later, his eyes were still closed. Everything was in the fire, except for his pride. He couldn't get it to go. It was bolted to his mind or something. It just would not go. His love for his sister, his hatred for Aes Sedai, his fear of going crazy, and his anger at the Whitecloaks who cut off his hand. All gone, but not his pride. He started to picture himself. His hair was gone, his skin was dry and flacky, his eyes dull and hollow, his lips pale and dry. He was bluntly hideous. Suddenly, there was nothing. His pride was gone. In the fire. He nearly pulled excitement back out of the fire. He finally got it. The void was here.

"I have attained the Void, Michael."

Tigara Kazim

Pretty boy

Bells jingled. It was Melianna's first free day as an Accepted and she decided to explore the city, with her bells in her braids, of course. The day was rather sunny, with a cooling breeze. It reminded her of the days spent sailing with her Father. She passed shops with men and woman yelling their wares. None specifically asked her though. Her dress marked her as an Accepted, and Accepted had no money.

She walked along some road, daydreaming about ter'angreal. She found herself doing that often of late. Sometimes it was quite a problem. Blasted mind. She was turning Browner by the day. Something caught her eye. Another Accepted. With a mule! And she looked injured. Pity she had little Healing ability. She ran over, bells jingling.

"Are you allright? Wait, aren't you Saline? I think we met once." she said. She quickly glanced at the injury. "Do you need help with that? Do you want me to find help?" Blood would surely stain her dress.

Melianna Hollmen

aka Tsunami Hollmen of the Rossaine Clan

Accepted

OoC: She's not officially Accepted yet, but I just timetravelled a bit.

Okies, not a problem.