Thanks for the reminder, Ellorian. I'll double check that with Owen.

As for starting higher up last time, as I recall it was a special promotion at the time. It is no longer in effect and thus no longer applies.

You may wish to hold on writing that bio until I've gotten back to you about the membership ban.

Thanks,

Kaylan

Ramza, I'm well aware of the circustances in which Rowul left the Children of the Light, and I am also aware of the rank he possessed. Characters in the Children of the Light all start at the bottom - please read the information thread on the bio board and on this board to find out more about bio writing and submission guidelines.

Finally, you may find that the words 'please' and 'thank you' rather than language that is more demanding will go down much better in your dealings with staff, and indeed everyone.

Thank you,

Kaylan

Temporary CoL Staff

Hi there kids,

As you may have noticed, things are quite quiet lately on the old Fortress o' Light front, and I've been wondering exactly who IS still around.

So I guess I'll start.

Analie Shehan, Army of the Light, reporting for duty!

*laughs*

No, Tenan isn't REALLY a girl, I was just kidding. I have pics of him and Ehlana together.

Yeah, Mandi had twins. And she's still around, but not very often. I knew it was something like Laura!

Drea, are you thinking of Jim Blonde? Cause I think everyone was surprised to find out that Jimmy was actually a girl. She was in Britain's Most Beautful Hair contest.

We'll miss you over here, too.

*hugs* Hope to keep seeing you around the intarweb!

I know there were others before us, too. ... Something like Lily but spelt different, I think. And then there was, erm... Mandi's character in the Medics.

And everyone knows that Tenan's a girl. *giggles*

I think this'll need a check from SG and/or the Warders.

She also forgot to mention Ehlana, who is the most obvious person to put on the original girl Banders list ;)

"I only learned the weave today, I have not had time to test it properly." Compounding the problem of time was the fact that Kaylan had no great armies at her disposal to test the platform out until it broke. Which would be absolutely horrid, anyway. Whether there was some end to the darkness or not, the old Green would not wish that fate on anyone.

"I'm unaware of whether this has been shared with Mother or not. I do know that each of the Ajahs has seen it, or at least one Sister from each - and of course, several of the Grays know." She couldn't help but wonder if it would develop into some kind of competition, which Ajah would master the weave first and the like. For all their professed maturity, the White Tower could bicker like serving girls at times.

"Do you think that we should go to see her?" Though Sirayn had led the Green Ajah for a time, Kaylan could still remember her as a new recruit as if it was yesterday. Could well remember her behaviour, too. It was no secret that Kaylan had little patience for politics, and only observed the proper ways of behaving when she thought it necessary. Still, while the idea that their Amyrlin might be the last to know this new trick had a certain appeal, Kaylan also knew that it could reflect badly on the Green Ajah. Sirayn may be of all ajahs and none, now, but she had still started as a Green, and long lives made for long memories.

*is still contemplating whether to write a horribly cliched return from the dead*

Other than that, I'm fresh out of ideas. For anything, anywhere.

... Yes, I am the worst DL ever. *nods*

Character Name: Charas Assunda

Age: 21

Division: Seanchan

Subdivision: Warrior (Morat-torm)

Physical Description: 5'12", 186 lbs, black eyes, black hair, wears two black leather bracers with spikes on each arm and a regular morat'torm uniform

Born and raised in Kirendad

Character History: To Chudek

How is life in Seandar? The blacksmith's trade treating you well I hope? Anyway, enough pleasantries, and down to the real purpose of this letter. My son, Charas, has come of age and has decided to apply to become a morat'torm in the Ever Victorious Army. A noble calling indeed, if he can succeed!

Now, I must ask a favor of my favourite brother, to help Charas find his place in the Emperors, may he live forever, army. My son needs a place to stay while he is training, and since you are fairly well off, I immediatley thought of you. I know you have not seen Charas in a long time, and so I will describe him to you, to make sure you know him when you see him.

He has raven-black hair, like the ebony that is used to carve statues in Seandar Central Square. His eyes are also pitch black, a quality that has made him a sought after catch amongst the young ladies here in Kirendad. He is tall, yet lightly built, easy for a torm to carry 'round the countryside. He usually wears these horrible bands around his wrists with spikes attached, though because of his stubborness he won't take them off. I don't know what to do with him at times...

Also, he has carried around a tall, slim quarterstaff with him since his father taught him how to wield it. His father often said he would be a

champion one day. Though after sessions he often grumbled that it wouldn't be anytime soon! Ha ha.

So, I hope you recieve him with good grace, as he is already on his way! I apologize for the short notice though.

Send me a letter when he arrives, and I hope everything goes well over there!

Fondly yours, Chorein Assunda

Character Name: Loman Vidain, Commander, Seanchan Navy

Email address: unknownquantityq@yahoo.com

Division: Seanchan

Physical Description (One paragraph; height, weight, eyes, hair, other outstanding features) Loman stands at 5'10" weighing 155lbs with black hair and blue eyes. He is never seen without his uniform or his rapier at his side. He can be marked as a Navy man

just by his gait. One of a military man yet used to the rolling seas.

Place of Birth/Raising: Seander

Character History (Max of a page; should include any major events in the character's life prior to joining the Division, as well as any significant RPs since)

Loman was born third son to those of the Minor Blood. He had one brother and one sister before him. His Father was a Captian of the Gold and his Mother also of the Minor Blood.

He grew up around ships, looking upon them with wonder. He held his father in the highest regard for what he did. He learned all the things needed for his upbringing from his mother. The rules and customs of the Blood. The intrigues and plans within plans. He showed himself well in this regard. His brother fell to natural causes..however he executed a plan and had his sister revealed as a traitor to the Emperor may He live forever. His sister was executed leaving him as the only son. He learned the arts of war and sailing from his father.

Loman decided to follow his father's footsteps and at the age of 15 joined the Navy with his father's blessing. He showed aptitude from the training his father had given him and was given the rank of Lieutenant. His tenacity and loyalty not only to his superiors but to his crew gave him much credit. When the executive officer of the ship was taken overboard and killed in a storm at sea the Captian made a decision as to the new officer to be prommoted. Loman looked at his new rank insignias with mixed feelings. He knew he deserved the rank and would carry his duties out with distinction. However there were those now below him that would be looking to knife him in the back without hesitation. Such was the Seanchan way.

Sometimes I'm glad that I obsessively save roleplays.

We did get a body, we got Bethany falling over and bleeding all over her shirt from a stomach wound. It wasn't her twin sister but a half sister, who looked similar enough that she'd ended up dyeing her hair to avoid confusion. I think I can write one of those wonderfully stereotypical waking up scenes - the ones where you thought the person was dead, but whatdoyouknow, they're NOT! *laughs*

I have the post, if anyone wants to see it. Though I'm cringing at the writing - things have improved over the last five years or so.

Hmmmm? Eb, over on the offsite boards? That's Cass, m'best friend since forever. She's been lazy for the last couple of years and not been hanging around here, though. I got all excited when she said she'd come back to the Band. :D

I'm surprised anyone remembers, Quibby. Awesome. Need to go re-read my log and see how specific it was, whether there is any chance for resurrection. :)

Only female scout? Bah! Bah I say!

*wonders if the fact that Beth was apparently murdered is a hindrance to bringing her back*

No-one remembers that anymore anyway, right?

Unfortunately, the time has come for Ellorian and I to decide whether or not we are going to pay for another year's hosting for the Dome of Truth site.

As Ell has stepped down, and I am horribly poor, we have made the decision to not in fact renew our hosting. Unfortunately, we feel that the site is not used enough to justify the cost. The site, and the boards, will be closed on October 11. Please save anything important before then.

The domain remains registered for another two years, so if we do decide to put the site back up, we will let you all know.

Thanks to everyone who has helped make the boards the wonderful place they are. We hope you will continue on the OOC boards here at dragonmount.

Cheers,

Kaylan

*hugs*

You've been a great DL. Thanks for all your work with the division.

Jaydena had immediately understood what Kaylan was demonstrating, and the old Aes Sedai couldn't help but feel a swell of pride similar to when she had been the Captain-General's mentor.

Thankfully, the Blight was quiet today, though Kaylan embraced the Source to weave another Gateway - one that led back to her room. She wasn't worried about anything being destroyed, because now that she had learnt this the only things that had been difficult to replace would now be a simple matter. As they stepped back in and took their seats, Kaylan wondered if anyone would do a double take seeing the Captain-General leaving a room that she had clearly not been in.

"Perhaps we - you - should gather the Sisters somewhere and demonstrate the weave. It can only be used to travel to places that you are familiar with," she'd already figured that out when she'd tried to skim to the spine of the world and hadn't been able to make the weave, "But I think that this will be very useful anyway. Perhaps gather some angreal, there is a certain strength required to make the weave." She frowned to herself for a moment. "Though I do not think that many of our Sisters will have trouble."

The gateway appeared again, this time opening out into Kaylan's room. "Perhaps Rashima's Garden would be a good place to practice this?" She motioned to Jaydena to step outside.

"If you would accompany me, Captain-General?" The old Green's grin was wide as she stepped into the gateway, offering her hand to her one-time mentor.

"I will have us back quickly enough." As they sat down, Kaylan started to explain, and they felt a sensation of movement that did not match with the view. The blackness around them never seemed to shift, and there was no wind on their faces, just a ... feeling.

"It is not my discovery, this was taught to me by the Gray Ajah. They are calling it Skimming, Sister." A lost weave, rediscovered after so long... They were living in exciting times.

Finally, they reached their destination and the platform came to a halt. A second slash opened in front of them, leading out into a very familiar part of the Blight, near to the edge. Holding the Source, Kaylan waited for Jaydena to leave. "Be careful." Her chosen destination was an important part of her thoughts about the rediscovery. The Green Ajah could fight at the Blightborder, help keep the Shadow back, and only take moments for the journey rather than weeks. Yes, this would certainly be an important part of the Green Ajah's strategy.

Hi everyone, just thought I'd let you know that we've changed our forum software - everything has stayed the same, including your logins and your posts, but we have reorganised a little and have a new address.

Please update your links, and come visit us at:

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Thanks,

~Kaylan

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Noticing Jaydena take a bite of a small cake, Kaylan thought that perhaps she should tell the younger woman it would be best to put it down. Then again, if the surprise of seeing the weave was so great that Jaydena started to choke, Kaylan would be ready. She smiled in anticipation.

Thinking of a good place for the demonstration to begin, she selected a spot that she was quite familiar with - a waygate that she often passed when she was going into the Blight. It was very close to the border, not so far in that there would be danger - unless they were extremely unlucky - but far enough away from any settlements that they wouldn't be spotted and attacked by people. The weave wasn't common knowledge, after all.

Threads of the Power wove together like an intricate tapestry, an ability that Kaylan had held for so long that she took it for granted. What she was doing with it now, though... This was entirely new. The threads snapped together into a silver gash, rotating to open to reveal a blackness, empty but for the tiled floor and comfortable chairs that floated in the middle of it. Lamps surrounded the little platform, and Kaylan looked back to Jaydena, watching her reaction with a smile.

Ramza, I've spoken to you about this more than once. You need to send me a bio before you're allowed to play with the Seanchan again. You opted to leave the division, so you need to join like anyone else. Until you do that, he's not 'your ogier DWG'.

And we have our own board just a little bit further down, please don't bother James again.

"That would be lovely, Jaydena. May I sit?" Kaylan spread her skirts as she took a seat, fidgeting a little with an embroidered detail in the fabric. She didn't know the best way to approach the subject. Before she could decide, the door opened and a girl with a tea tray entered, setting it down with a curtsey and looking at the two of them with thinly veiled curiosity before leaving again. The older Green poured the tea, making it as she always had back when she and Jaydena had shared tea often.

"I'm sorry, do you still take it...?" She put the teapot down and stopped fiddling. "I have to apologise, I know that I'm acting... I'd like to teach you a weave." There, she'd come out and said it, like the adult she'd been for almost three centuries now. Rather than embrace the Source, though, she waited for her Captain-General's leave. There were some traditions best followed, even if this was an extraordinary case.

It was almost unbearable, though, the anticipation of showing it to others, of teaching them once more. She did worry about what they thought of her sometimes, because she knew what they'd said about other old Greens near the end of their days. They wouldn't be able to force her into retirement, though - Kaylan Morin intended on fighting to the last breath, standing against the Shadow until she was no more. Younger sisters did not always understand the concept, they were more worried about political machinations and their own standing than fighting the Shadow. But if there was one Sister that she thought shared her own feelings, it was her mentee, and she hoped that this new weave would help them in their cause. The exact use of skimming to their fight was yet to be determined, but Kaylan was sure that would work it out.

~Kaylan Morin Aes Sedai

Sister of the Green Ajah

Thrice Bonded

A more politically minded woman would probably wonder at the reasons behind Halvie's quick acceptance. There were a myriad of reasons that could have caused it, but Kaylan had long ago given up on plots and schemes. So instead of dwelling upon it, she smiled at her Sister.

"Anytime, really... Shall we say this afternoon, around... third bell?" That wasn't far off, but it gave her plenty of time to order a tea tray and get her room in order. There were plans to make, things to fetch and do before she could leave the Tower, instructions to leave and items to organise. Some of the things in her room were dangerous, and she needed to make sure that they would be safe - and that the people who came near would be safe.

With her head full of plans, Kaylan awaited Halvie's answer before speaking again. "I shall see you then, Sister." With another smile, and a nod, the older Green left the room, comandeering one of the novices who looked to be trying to find away out of her chores, and sent her down for a tea tray and a basket of pastries and things. Then, she returned to her room and began packing, writing a list of things that she would need to pick up in Tar Valon as she went.

~Kaylan

Only a shortie, sorry, but the inspiration is still... unpredictable

The weave was still an amazement to her, and Kaylan embraced the Source one more time to make a gateway, letting it close rather than stepping through it. That they had rediscovered such an important weave - well, it spoke well for the White Tower's future, especially if they could keep it up.

As much as she wanted to, though, Kaylan knew that she could never keep it to herself. Not only would it be being spread around other Sisters by now, the Greens would lose face if they were the only ones not to know, and as much as Kaylan didn't care for the political activities within the Tower, she knew that it was important to some of her Sisters to keep a clean reputation. Too many years of scandal and gossip had made Kaylan immune to them, but not everyone possessed such a thick skin. Realising that she was stalling, she rose from her seat with a sigh and straightened her skirts. The logical place to begin was with Jaydena, but Kaylan still wasn't used to her old mentee, many years her junior, heading the Ajah. Their relationship was... complex. At least this wouldn't be in public, though, so if Kaylan succumbed to her highly volatile foot-in-mouth syndrome, no-one but her old student would know. With a sudden thought, Kaylan reached into her jewellery box and hung a necklace around her neck, nestled on her bosom with the moonstone she could not take off. A small, green lacquered flame of Tar Valon. She had given one the same to Jaydena back when she was still in white skirts, and the old Green smiled at the memory.

Leaving her rooms and setting her wards in place, she strode a short way up the hall to the Captain-General's office. Rapping on the door, Kaylan waited for a response before opening it a crack, poking her head in to view her mentee - her Captain General.

"I was wondering if I might have a word, Sister. I have news that I very much wish to share with you."

~Kaylan

Old biddy Battle Sister