The person above me is Hatin th RED WINGS right now. I love my wings baby.

the person above me has been here longer than me.

"Did I tell you I found myself a horse?"

Shealyn dropped to the ground and began to sob, but it was not all for the sobbering slap Carnhain had given her.

"He said I had the Dark One's eyes,she said in between her sobs. "They are dead....dead, and it's all my fault because of my light accursed eyes. I saw my uncle and my aunt hanging in that tree and I ran like some goat-spawned coward. They took me in and loved me when no one else wanted me and I ran....I should have avenged them. They were murdered by the White Cloaks because of me."

She broke down and all the tears she had not shed came out of her. The grief she had put off so she could concentrate on keeping herself alive crashed down on Shealyn like a tidal wave and overwhelmed her and she choked on her shame.

"I don't deserve to live. It should have been me hanging from that tree, not them...not them. I'm just a bloody flaming bastard cursed from the moment I was got on my mother. My Uncle Padric was a hero of the Aiel War and fought at the Battle of the Blood Snows, he didn't deserve to die like that. And Aunt Rhyane was a sweet lovin' woman, a respected healer and she deserved better. They couldn't have children so they loved and cherished me as their own, and look what it got them. "

She was babbling, but she did not care. The scab had been picked and now it wouldn't stop bleeding. Shealyn needed to let it bled to get all the poison out so that she might heal.

She looked up at Carnhain, odd colored eyes red rimmed and still flowing with tears.

"I'm so sorry."

And he couldn't tell if she was talking to him or her butchered family.

the person below the person above me is tired and going to bed.

i need less schooling than the person above me thinks

the person above me must use even more profanity then me.

the person's above me avatar makes me think of a gremlin on crack.

the person above me was skinned by lanfear(in the books anyway) :( ouch that had to hurt.

The person above me beats us with fiddle sticks.

thanks 'dere. The person above me is a sweetie.

The person seems to like insane cats. :D

Shealyn exited the enrollment tent intent on exploring this place that was now her new home. She went by the stables and checked out the unclaimed mounts. She did not know much about horse flesh but one animal did catch her eye. It was a well made quarter horse, the type of animal good for the light cavalry. A resplendant white mare with thick flowing mane and tail, no other color but white could be seen on her and her eyes were pink. The animal was what her uncle had once described as an albino. A great stag such as that had run the forset not far from her uncles house but her uncle never hunted the creature, he said it was to rare and special to kill.

Shealyn stepped toward the beautiful beast, her hand out cautiously and spoke in a soothing voice.

"Hey there beauty. What a lovely girl you are."

"You there," yelled the stable master, "be careful she just may take a finger off."

Shealyn and the horse regarded each other. The young woman's mismatched eyes meeting the pink ones of the horse and each felt the kindred spirit of the other. The horse nuzzled her soft nose against the palm of Shealyn's hand and softly whickered. The girl went forward and rubbed the mare between her eyes.

"Would ja look at that," said stable master, "that beastie always tries to take a plug out of somebody, and suceeds more often than not. You're the only one she's ever took a shine to."

"Is she being used by someone right now?", asked Shealyn.

"No she's all yours if you want her."

Happy with having accomplished the task of finding her self a horse , the girl walked about the compound and explored. Round about mid-day she came up on a small tavern, and decided to go inside to get out of the brutal sun.

She met other new arrivals there who looked warily at her eyes but offered to buy her drinks just the same. She drank with them and joined a game of darts, but no matter her much she drank her aim was true. This began to unnerve some of her 'companions'. Her eyes unnerving them so much, and her being a woman made them doubt she had any true skill and that something strange must be a foot. But Shealyn had spent many an evening play darts with her uncle Padrig and aunt Rhyan, and could make unbelievable throws even if she were half dead.

Shealyn had never drank more than the occassional ale with her supper, so after about four tankards she could feel a steady hum fill her head. It was her throw and she threw her fourth triple twenty in a row. From behind her came a long whistle and one of her opponents exclaimed, "Would ya look at that she's got the Dark One's own luck as well as his eyes."

Uninhibited by the tankards of ale she had knock-back, Shealyn snapped, too many years of hearing such remarks came crashing in on her. She lunged for the young man, grabbed him by his collar and put her hunting knife against his throat.

"I am no bloody flaming Shadow spawn, you sheep-gutted coward," Shealyn roared.

One of the young man's fellows tried to pull Shealyn off but she elbowed him across the bridge of the nose. The youth fell back with blood pouring down his face.

"You weak-bellied spawn of a spavined goat. Who are you to say such things of me you sheep-loving imbecile? What do you know of the Dark One? Have you ever seen his eyes? You'd spill your bowels if you ever come up against a Dark Friend let alone Shadow Spawn. What would you know of it? You never had to see your family hanged because you had two different colored eyes."

Shealyn's eyes blazed with her anger, someone needed to calm her.

"Nice to meet you Willaem of Gheldan. I am from a small town in Andor about some thirty miles from the Cairhien Border," she replied in her almost constant serious manner, as they shook hands.

The youth then rattled off a list of questions almost too fast for Shealyn to keep track.

"Yes, I only just arrived yester noon, and talked with Captain General Stromblade. I told him I was interested in the cavalry.'

' I was told to get a night's sleep then come sign up with the Lion Platoon. I have never rode a horse but it seems as if I am about to learn.'

' After this I will probably go to the stables and find myself a horse, if one can be found that I am compatable with, a horse and rider must get along well, I think; don't you?'

He seems a likable enough fellow, if a little shy,Shealyn thought.

Shealyn turned to see it was her turn to give her information to the clerk and sign her name to the roll of the Lion Platoon of The Band of the Red Hand. She was now offically Private Shealyn Donal Of the Band of the Red Hand.

She looked at Willaem and said only half to herself, "Time to toss the dice. Good luck Willaem, I hope we meet again soon. You are the first I have met who has not flinched when looking at my eyes. Thank You."

Shealyn Donal was standing in line awaiting her turn to sign her name to the roll, when a young man walked in behind her. The two were able to look each other straight in the eye. Shealyn turned a way quick so as not to alarm him with her strange mismatched colored eyes. But she felt it would be rude not to introduce herself after making eye contact. Plus she knew she needed to get over the nervousness about her eyes.

She turned to him and extended her hand and said, "Shealyn Donal, pleased to meet you."

I was just about to attemt to join his thread but didn't really know where to start. I guess since he's at the sign up tent I could be there to signing up with the Lions Platoon as you suggested to me.

Tomorrow, good that would give her a night of rest. And after months of nights sleeping on the ground even a recruit's cot would seem a blessing of the light. She nodded her thanks to him.

"Thank you, Captain General Stromblade. I greatly appreciate your help, and look forward to learning from you and serving under you."

Again she blushed at the unintended ambiguity of her comment. She needed to watch what she said to save herself futher embaressment. Plus she was afraid that anyone else might hear more then she really meant. Stromblade might like to give chase but, Shealyn had the feeling he would only chase a woman he knew was more than willing to be caught.

She extended her hand to him and he took it in a firm grip she returned with one of her own.

"I am glad to have met you", she said, " and I suppose next time I will have to salute you, won't I?"

She turned and followed the directions he had given her to the women recruits' barracks, found an unoccupied cot and fell into the best damn sleep she had had in months. The past was over and tomorrow would take care of itself.

OOC: So how do I go about being trained now, and am I now considered a private in tBotRH?

The two continued on in silence for some way, as Stromblade led Shealyn toward the recruit barracks. Her mind was full of questions, and she did know which to ask first. Finally she could take not knowing any longer.

"Will I be added to the roll now? And how soon 'til I can start training? I will need to learn much to join the cav, I've never rode a horse before. I wish to learn how to use a bow, knives, cutlass, and to fight hand to hand. But then I feel all who wish to soldier should know these things, I have a feeling you never know what you could come up against."

Did the man just blush? Shealyn would have it thought impossible for this man, but what would she know she spent little enough time around other people let alone men, other then her uncle, and he had been a simple man.

'Talk to wolves? Is He insane?' , Shealyn thought, 'whoever heard of anyone talking with wolves.' He did seem very serious though.

"No, I can't talk to wolves. My eyes being two different colors has caused me enough problems. I'd hate to see were talking to wolves would get me. My grandparents always told me my eyes were a curse from the creator for being born a bastard."

Stromblade seemed to wince at Shealyn's bluntness about her birth. But that was Shealyn, she did not see the point in trying to pretty up the truth because that was not going to change it.

"I have thought to join the caverly, Captain General. But I would like to train in as many areas as I can, a warrior should know many ways to deal death."

Stromblade only smiled at her last comment, as if to say 'My thoughts exactly.'

Shealyn eyed the man leading her toward an incomplete large stone fortress. There seemed to be some sort of tension between him and the blonde woman she had met at the gate. Perhaps they had once been lovers and things had not ended well with them. By the looks of him Shealyn was certain Captain General Stromblade did not want very long for female companionship. A very attractive man even with the scars, and a definite rogue. She would have to be careful aound him. It seemed he probably liked a good chase and conquest, but that did not mean he was a bad person.

Shealyn took a deep breath and let it out. She had made it, she did not have to be totally alone in the world now, she could belong to something.

"Captain General Stromblade, I have come far to join the Band of the Red Hand. My travels have not been easy. I have been chased by Children of the Light, and if ever I came to a farm to ask for assistence, the flaming sheep-gutted farmers took one look at my eyes and demanded I leave, some even set their dogs on me.'

'My family was murdered by White Cloaks because of me, I had nothing left and no where to go. It was then that joining the Band come in to my head; it was as if a force outside myself pulled me here and all the things I faced along the way were proving grounds. I never felt anything like it before.'

' I was beginning to show some ability with a bow and my Uncle Padrig-may the light illume his soul-had only just begun to train me when the bloody Shadow damned White Cloaks struck. I wish to continue that training as well as learning other fighting skills, so that I may be of use where ever you may need me."

Shealyn's face reddened when she realised how a man like Stromblade might interpet how ever you may need me. She hoped her moment of embaressment would be wrote off as weariness from her long journey. Oh Dear Creator,she thought,I truly am exhuasted, but I think You for guiding me here.She followed him on as he led her toward the Citadel.

I think I might have to opt for cavalry, since it appears there are no archers any more. went os board but it didn't really help me, and I swear I could hear crickets in there.

how come no one wants to pick up on my open rp thread? have I done something wrong? How to I now have myself trained, and do you have any tips on getting ppl interested in joining me. I'm too long winded aren't I, is that the problem. if it is i'm sorry. later ppl.

I noticed the archers seem to be defunct. Guess I could learn to use a horse bow.

She had traveled far on foot following rumors of The Band of the Red Hand's location, and fleeing any word the White Cloaks may have put out about her. Just when she thought the Children had forgotten her, she would blunder into one searching for an escaped dark friend with unusual eyes. Flaming bloody cowards, Shealyn thought, if they ever ran into true shadow spawn they'd flaming well soil themselves. Blood and ashes, how I hate them.

On and on she had trod, across Andor into Cairehien only to find out the Band had moved on. But Shealyn was not detered, she kept going forword following every whishper he heard about the Bands where abouts. She ate when she was able to bring game down with her sling or her bow, sometimes she had been lucky enough to tickle fish out of the ever shrinking streams and to scrounge up withered tough edible roots but most times not. The few times she had approached farms to attempt to work for a meal and a night's shealter in a barn the occupants had been put off by her abnormal eyes, one a light gold-brown the other the color of green jade, and had turned her away. In these strange and uncertain times she could not truely blame them for their fear. Still she went ever onward searching for her goal, plodding on mechanically. The much wearied girl no longer even knew for sure what country she was in.

One day, after months of fruitless searching, Shealyn awoke before first light, and made her way stealthily through a sparce wood. The sun had only just fully cleared the horizon when she spied a large military encampment on a rise still some distance away. Even though she would have normally avoided such a place, something in her told her to make for the camp. It was as if she was being pulled into it like a leaf in a whirlpool. As she closed the distance she felt her heart leap, there at the top of the rise was a banner, a large white banner that flowed in the already hot morning breeze, and in the middle of that banner was a large red hand.

She had found them at last! The Band of The Red Hand and their already legendary young commander. Her eyes stung for a moment with potential tears from the strong surge of emotion that flooded through her. She made her way to the fortifications of earth and sharpened logs and presneted herself to the men on guard duty.

"I am Shealyn Donal, and I have come far to find the Band. Please, I would like to see a Banner Man, I wish to put my name on the roll, and join you in your fight against the shadow. I hope to train and develop the skill with a bow my uncle told me I was begining to exhibit. He would have taught me himself, but flaming gutless White Cloaks killed him. Can you help me?".....................

:D I've just ben accepted into the Band :D , please go by Bio board and find out about my character, or should I put my bio somewhere better for you all to learn about my character, or is it nessacary(ms?)?

I been hanging around DM for a few months but only recently got curious about the RP boards, and after reading the info got my nerve up to come and join you all. Never tried anything like this before, and I warn you all my spelling can be .....well lets say creative, as many who have read my post have probably noticed.

So I guess I can put Raw Recruit of The Band of the Red Hand on my avi and sig now huh? I look forward to collaborating with you all.

*waves and blows a kiss to all* Bye.