The sarcasm in her voice seemed odd given her previous stony disposition. It was also irritating. The bloody woman wasn't buying it and she was taking a self-important standpoint that seemed to come naturally to noblewomen. Aes Sedai... Whatever that bloody well meant. He didn't understand how it was that these women came to rule the bloody city. A bunch of bloody self-venerated aristocrats with nothing but personal agendas. He wondered if there was a single one of them who thought beyond themselves.

“Why, that makes you … just like everybody else!” He burned to snap back wondering what that made her. He knew though that that would land him in a worse situation then he already was. Light, if only the bloody woman had shown even the slightest bit of understanding... Calculating and scheming was all he saw. Her trying to see how he fit into one of her plans. His life was merely a minor part of some bigger plan and how he wound up was inconsequential. Why didn't he leave yesterday when he had the chance? Now that chance was gone and he was trapped like a rat. Like a FLAMING RAT! That's what he had been reduced to! An inconsequential rat to be disposed of at the earliest convenience! He hoped he hadn't let any of that rage show on his face... He remembered tha lesson Ginae had tried to teach him before about that focusing technique and tried to focus his thoughts on a flame. It reduced his eratic thoughts but it hardly got rid of them completely. He hadn't got it then and he still didn't now. He'd stick with his swordsmanship. Atleast he could rely on that, even if he didn't know how he knew it.

His eyes darted briefly around the classroom as he quickly evaluated the other trainees. Most of them were just barely past half his age and the rest were barely past that. He even recalled seeing a few of them fight in the yards. No, he was by far the most advanced swordsman in the room, but did he really want to cut down that many kids? They weren't a part of this but he knew they all had some sense of misplaced loyalty to this place that some of them would hold up with their lives. No doubt due to some stories they'd heard off their mother's apron strings. He didn't know how he knew it but he knew that in a matter of seconds a life could end an that was it. Stories or no, the life was over and it hardly mattered how you had died, you were still dead. These kids were too young to know that and hardly deserved to face it yet. He'd have to get himself out of this another way.

“I feel reassured already. Since we’re making promises that set an old woman’s mind at rest, why don’t you go a step further and tell me all about how you’re not lying to me, personally, right now?” She wasn't going to beleive any more... That left only two choices. One was to tell her the truth and leave the room probably in her custody. The alternative was to fight his way out, no doubt killing countless of these kids who didn't belong in this fight. He couldn't bring himself to do it. His life wasn't worth that many lives. He briefly wondered if a single one of them would have thought the same but dismissed it. He briefly recalled a saying he must have heard in his previous life but it came to his mind all the same. Death is lighter than a feather, duty is heavier than a mountain Blood and ashes...

"Fine, you want the truth?" His tone held more anger then he'd have liked or intended. "The truth is that I woke up an a Forest not far from here with no recolection of who I am and wandered here by mere fluke. I don''t Remember anything from before I woke up and now I'm wandering blindely in a world I don't understand." He he could barely hold back the glare that was dying to get out as he finished but guessed it must have looked more like a mild scowl.

OOC: Well how about we head over to the inn to see what Dash is cooking up for breakfast to give any others an opportunity to join up and take it from there?

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"Drenn Kolgren. And I believe you're right." He shook the man's hand as he completed the introduction. Just when he had been starting to think he'd met everyone here... The man was obviously older then him though not by all that much. All the same, this was someone who had servived being an Asha'man far longer then he had yet. He couldn't help but wonder if it was merely luck that kept some of them from going mad or if there was something else to it. Light, how long had it been since he'd slept properly? The nightmares plauged him constantly. And he sometimes woke up with more then just a memeory... It was then that his stomach growled.

"Well it seems to me that it's about time to find something to eat. Would you care to join me for breakfast?"

OOC: I'm not entirely sure where to take this either. :? I've mentioned quite a few things regarding Drenn that gives you a bit of insight to him. If any of thoe things catch your interest let me know and we could follow that a bit. Or we could hang on and think of something else. Trips to te blight, outside cities, taunt the Children of the light(easy)? I'm for just about anything. :P

OOC: you look like you could use some company.

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Drenn focussed his mind as he lifted the sword above his head and thrust down into the weave of earth he had before him. He'd woven a shield of air around his blade to protect it from damage as he assaulted the rock forms he set before himself. Sometimes if it was just out of reach he tweaked the weave and the blade of air extended to reach where steel could not. It was more tiring working both physically and with Saidin but that made it all the better a workout. As he brought the sword around he struck out with his leg to see how high he could get it now. It was above his head so obviously his stretches had been paying off. He continued like this until he saw the sun begin to appear on the horizon, glinted in his black eyes. He didn't really sleep any more and if he happened to drift off during the night, being off in the forest kept him away from others just in case. The smell of burning flesh never left him, no matter how long ago it had been.

Walking back through the odd assortment of houses he wondered if he should make one himself. Every other Asha'man had one except him. Even Rion had made a pretty decent one for himself and Jocelyn. He chuckled at the thought of those two. They made quite the interesting pair. He also wondered how the man might be with Linten back in the yards now. He asked himself the same question. Light, they'd drawn blades on each other the last time he'd seen him before the man disappeared. What a mess his life had become.

As his mind drifted back to the houses he realized there wasn't that much space left even if he'd wanted to make one. He'd have to think of something else. Maybe below? He could use his strength in earth and fire to forge out a home beneath the ground. Speaking of forging, he hadn't been the the smiths in a long time. He missed the feel of a hammer in his hand. He hadn't been in a forge much since he'd finished his sword years back. Back at home. Back when there was a home... His mind was wandering everywhere this morning, thoughts just jumping out at him from the deepest recesses of his mind.

He saw another Asha'man infront of him sit down on a rock and just drop his head. Sitting down on a rock next to him he did the same.

"It's just one of those mornings isn't it..."

Seems I'm always the last one to catch on to these things. All the same, I'm here.

OOC: As always my timing is, well... Late. Oops... :P

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Moridin returned to the tailors shop as instructed and found that a few more alterations still needed to be made to his suit. After once again standing and letting the man jot down his notes and stick his pins in here and there he was instructed to finally come back and pick it up the morning of the ball. And that he did. When he returned he found it to be a perfect fit. The excellent forest green had a slight shine to it so the particular shade of green changed somewhat depending on angle and lighting. Not enough to really draw much attention but a minor detail that would be an addition to anyone who was looking a little more closely. The pants didn't have the same shine as the jacket did as they were simply a solid color to match one of the more darker shades. He was also provided a lighter green vest to go over his black shirt on his latest visit as the final touch. Standing back the tailor admired his work and applauded himself for a job well done. Moridin had to admit that it did look pretty good on him although he hoped it wasn't too much. The last thing he really wanted at this thing was to be paid much mind. All he had to do was pass Sirayn’s bloody test and he'd be fine. Unless she became more suspicious of him and called the bloody guard...

Later in the day found him trimming his goatee so that it was kept well in order for once. It had been quite a while since he'd done so and it was beginning to get a little to thick and he nearly had a full beard. After that and a proper bath he finally dressed himself for the ball. He spent most of his time here trying to avoid a majority of people and now here he was being forced into the middle of one of the largest groups of them he'd seen assembled since he arrived. What in the light had he been thinking when he signed up for that class? Why did he bloody well keep saying 'light'! He sunk back onto his bed, his mind a complete mess of thoughts. His hand surreptitiously rubbed the long scar across his neck which he suddenly realized was bare and open for people to see. Who was he? Getting up he strapped on the 'ceremonial' dagger he was permitted but for safety's sake slipped a smaller throwing knife into his boot. The last thing he needed was to be caught unprepared. With that he set out for the ball.

As he entered the magnificently decorated ball room he had to force his jaw not to drop. Something about fine decoration seemed familiar but this was something else entirely. He wondered how long it must have taken them to set all of this up but soon gave up unable to come to a conclusion. Instead he eyes began to examine those around him. But as most of the men were checking for how low cut the ladies dresses were or how much leg they showed through their skirt he was checking everyone for weapons. He wasn't sure why he did it and wasn't even aware he was for the first few minutes. It was just something he did instinctually and absent-mindedly. Though making it appear he was looking at how finely everyone was dressed, his eyes only saw skirts that could hide a dagger or two or jackets that could contain knives, wires, or toxins. He saw a few kids from the yards who had a hilt showing through their jacket as they tried to hide something in their trousers. Suddenly he stopped. Why was he doing this? Why was it instinct to check for weapons? Was it a threat to himself he'd been looking for? People who would hinder an escape if he needed to make one? Light, who had he bloody well been! These were all the things an assassin would look for. He shivered at the thought. He wanted so desperately to have been a good man in what ever other life he'd had but here he was looking for threats in a crowd and carrying a concealed knife of his own. The chill running down his back was only worsened as he saw Sirayn enter the room. So the test had officially begun and now he was being graded. He took note of the man who accompanied her. He recognized him from around the yard and had met him briefly. He was reasonably sure his name was Corin something, but he would rather not have to test his memory. Though they were around the same age the man outranked him and it seemed by his company and attire outclassed him as well. He didn't much mind the second part though. He almost chuckled, maybe there was a human aspect to Sirayn after all. Then he noticed the same mask she had worn when dealing with him still covered her face now. On second though, maybe not. It was then that she addressed the crowd. It made him wonder about her. If the etiquette teacher had the authority to address the entire ball then what did that mean? Had she been responsible for the whole thing? If so she certainly had outdone herself.

He listened as she mentioned her students and cursed inwardly as she asked everyone else to keep an eye on them. He also wondered how everyone would know who they were but that was an insignificant thought. What mattered was that now he had to worry about more then one pair of eyes. Just perfect... As she told them to go have fun he decided he might as well perform for this test. Glancing back at her once more to see if he’d been noticed he caught sight of the shawl she had at her waist. His breath caught and he froze up completely. Although he hadn’t been in Tar Valon very long he knew what the seven striped shawl meant. Amyrlin. He didn’t open his mouth or breath until he suddenly realized his lungs were burning. The woman he’d been dealing with and the woman who’s suspicion he’d aroused was the BLOODY AMYRLIN! He made his way towards the door slowly to try and avoid drawing attention but noticed Tower guard on either side. He wouldn’t get out without attracting attention.

He turned around to search for an alternate exit when a bright eyed girl came up and tugged his arm towards the dance floor. Putting on a smile then was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done but he couldn’t afford to offend her and draw attention to himself. Taking her hand he let himself be led out to the floor where she joined a few friends who also had boys with them. They were all younger then him but thankfully the girl who’d grabbed him was the oldest of the lot and no more then a few years younger then he was himself. The steps of the dance were familiar and his body moved without need of his mind to guide it. That left it free to wander the room as they turned through the dance and he glanced about for other exits. He noticed one which may have been a kitchen or servants door but wasn’t sure. He didn’t dare allow himself to appear distracted only glanced about briefly, pretending to look at the girl’s friends and their dates. He recognized one of the boys from the yards but he was a mere acquaintance and paid the child no mind. He made idle chatter with the girl whom he held, complimenting her on her dress asking her questions about herself and where she was from. Little tidbits out of Sirayn’s class that kept him polite and appearing interested. The thought of the Amyrlin sent another chill down his back which he hoped his partner didn’t notice. He had to maintain his dignity and composure or risk questions he most certainly did not want to answer. During their dance he noticed Sirayn with Corin a few time and each time hoped the dance wouldn’t bring them any closer. Thankfully they wound up drifting away as they had drifted nearer and he was saved being forced to a confrontation. Had the situation been different he might have enjoyed how things were playing out as the girl before him was quite beautiful and filled out her dress nicely. Unfortunately the thoughts looming over him were a detriment to that enjoyment. As they turned again he caught sight of the door he had spotted earlier, his only chance for escape. Now there was a crimson cloak standing in front of it. He was trapped. His only hope now was to put on a good performance and try and avoid the Amyrlin's eye.

Slightly late on this (my sincere apologies) but if You want him, my Fade Nostros is ready and willing to help out. He's got a bit of history with some of those BT folk from their last tussle and I'm sure would take much pleasure in dismembering more. :twisted: Nothing like a vicious fade to get the evil party started.

OOC: really sorry about how long it's taken me to get back to this. Since I finished school I've been working full time and time's been scarce.

IC: He watched her expression carefully once he'd finished to see how she interpreted his response. The fact that she seemed to have a very well practiced mask that simply stared unreadably back at him didn't help his guesses. While he couldn't read her he could certainly feel the effect of his ambiguity. If he'd been in hot water before it was quickly turning icy and deep, with him far from land. He had to stop himself from glancing at the door as the thought of escape once again crept into his mind.

“Really?” He'd failed. When he saw the look of surprise come to her face he knew she was playing with him. He'd told her nothing of importance or clarity so surpise was the wrong reaction were she to have believed him. “You acquired that name somewhere? Do tell me where, I’m quite fascinated to hear who disliked you enough to call you Death in a dead language."The old tongue, he mouthed as she said that. That was what she had said when she had introduced herself. He'd ignored it at the time but her mention of a dead language brought the memory back. His name meant death? His hand twitched to a sword that wasn't there. Alantin a'Moridin was what it said on the blade. Something to do with death... Had he been a killer? a murderer? Why else would he have a sword that had the word death on it? Plenty of people had swords and their purpose was obviously to kill, but how many advertised it? He had hoped he had been a good person before he woke up. Someone who tried to do the right thing. But what if he hadn't been? And, by the way, you use the phrase as long as I can remember rather too much. If you’re lying, at least make it watertight, yes? It shows respect for your opponent that you give them a challenging lie.” He could feel a chill as sweat ran down his back. He was cornered. She knew that he hadn't told her everything but she was thinking that he was simply making it up. How in the light was he going to get himself out of this one? He nearly screamed with frustration again at not knowing why he kept using the word "light"!

"one would think that lying to begin with would be showing a lack of respect." his mind was elsewhere as he responded though. Who had he been? Blood and Ashes who in light had he been! His mind snapped back to the moment at hand, "Speaking of which, that's a pretty big conclusion to jump to for such an educated woman. What makes you so certain I've lied to you?"

Hey if i'm not too late (as usual) count me in. Drenn's got some serious payback in mind. Plus, if we're inviting evil to play I could always bring Nostros. Fades always add to the fun!

*Bows low, with open hand to fist"

kahm sa hamnida, ahnyonghee gasipsiyo

(or "Thank you, go in peace.")

Ok... so probably not all THAT necessary... But meh.

You're leaving us with Covai?! Well, it could be worse. You could have left Isha in charge of all of us. :P

Meanwhile... *rushes off to find drinks for everyone*

GOING AWAY PARTY AND WELCOMING PARTY ALL IN ONE!!!

Merry Christmas!!!

I hope Everyone is having a very Merry Christmas! Or a happy celebration of any other religious or social event you may be a part of.

"Can you watch those while I do into the cellar and get some more ingredients for the oatmeal?"Dashiva answered absent mindedly while he used a weave of air to lift the cooking meats off the stove.

"Sure, no problem." Drenn took over the weave that Dashiva had set to hold up the bacon and ham as he left the room. Tweaking the weave he had a look at the underside of the ham which looked reasonably well cooked while the other side looked like it needed some time. Tweaking the weave again he set them all down on the uncooked side so that it would get a good thorough cook. The bacon on the other hand didn't need any more time on the stove so he kept those hovering above.

Looking around he noticed more sliced bacon sitting on a counter ready to be cooked and with another weave of air put it on the stove to replace that which was finished. Using more air to check his cooking he waited for Dashiva to return with his ingredients.

OOC: My sincerest appologies for my lateness. Time has been hectic and fleeting... I will do my best to keep up from now on though.

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“Drenn, check to see that no one’s around to cause trouble.†Drenn looked at him for a second before realizing what Isha was doing. He knew aswell as Drenn that there was no one in the area. He could probably have used Saidin to quickly feel around the area with a ward to try and detect someone but that was not the purpose. Drenn realized that Isha wanted some time to talk with his old student and he guessed his slight hostility was probably not helping. With a nod to the man he set out to scout ahead.

he made his way about fifty paces ahead of them and then turned off the path into the woods. Their travelling site had been off into the woods a bit to avoid any unecessary injuries upon their arival though that meant that it was somewhat difficult to find again. He knew though that they weren't far enough to have reached it yet and had decided to enter the forest simply becasue he prefered it to walking out in the open. He guessed they were probably no more then a mile away but since he couldn't be sure, it would be best to travel through the woods to avoid missing it. It had been seventy-eight paces from the road, he had counted to be certain, and near a large oak with a large knothole at nearly eye level.

He moved as quietly as possible but with enough speed to keep himself ahead of where Isha and Linten must have been on the road. He didn't want to let them get ahead him. As he moved the moon slid out from behind the clouds that had been concealing it and revealed its full self. With the light playing across the branches in the canopy, shadows danced around like demons waiting to pounce. He moved as one of those shadows.

As he was moving through the trees he suddenly felt the tingling sensation of Saidin back by the road. He could feel that both men had taken hold of the power and he worried at what would come next. Rushing back he suddenly felt one of the sources of Saidin disapear and he hoped that he wasn't too late. As he reached the forest's edge he saw Isha and Linten with swords drawn though Isha held Linten in a shield. He sighed with relief as he saw that the larger man was in control of the situation. It was Lintens tone afterward though that surprised him the most.

The man was completely calm and acted like nothing had happened seemingly completely ignoring the fact that the larger man held him with a shield. Had Linten truely gone mad during the time he had been gone? Had the rest of them? With everything that had happened, were any of them truely sane? He understood well what Isha had been through. He still had scars from the burns he'd recieved at the hands of Aginor. The thought of that name itself made the flames of fury burn heatedly within him. The forsaken had merely toyed with him! Could he ever gain more control over Saidin to be his match? That thought brought him out of his internal wanderings and as he raised his head he saw something even more surprising to him. Linten was holding his sword out for Isha to take. Maybe he hadn't gone mad... He suddenly found himself finding a little bit more respect for Linten. He was taking responsibility for his actions. This was something Drenn hadn't seem before.

Isha handed Linten back his sword and spoke a few words before calling out,

"Drenn!" He waited a few moments while he collected his thoughts. Maybe Linten had changed. Maybe... Only time would truely tell. Linten hadn't shown him much since He'd shown up in the inn and as his memories of the man's behaviour there came back he found his newfound sense of hope for the man diminish.

Drenn stepped out of the forest and due Isha & Linten having stopped he was now slightly further ahead of them then the fifty paces he had originally put between them so he waited while they caught up to him. They had covered some ground since he'd left but they still had a fair ways to go so, though he wasn't sure how much he like the idea, he turned his back to them and lead the way.

As he walked he thought about Linten and the things he'd seen. He was torn on what he thought about the man since his actions tonight had been so sporadic. One minute he shows respect, then he's as belligerent as ever. One minute he's calm and calculating the next he attacks and goes back to being calm. He nearly took hold of Saidin then and there and put up the shield that Isha had foolishly let drop. If it came down to it would Isha side with him or his old mentee? Drenn wondered and found himself concerned when he found himself truely uncertain. Surounded in the void he walked on in silence.

Finally they reached the location where they'd originally left the woods. Drenn knew as he had maked it with an array of sticks he'd picked up as they had made their way through the woods. It wasn't the kind of thing anyone would look at as strange but since he was looking for it he knew its meaning.

"This way." he said while indicating with a finger.

As he stepped into the woods he started counting his steps. Seventy-eight. As he drew closer he saw the large tree through the brush and once they reached it he could see where their gateway had cut several branches clean. focusing he took hold of Saidin and waded into it's blasting torrents constantly threatening to carry the unweary away with them. The euphoria he felt as everything around him became clearer and louder. He could almost hear the heartbeats of his companions. Then came to taint. he nearly gagged as always when it took hold of him. It's vile corruption seeking to drive him mad. But he was in control. Several beads of sweat formed on his brow as he worked the weaves of the gateway. It was excedingly difficult for him as the complexity was nearly beyond him. Thoughts of Aginor threatened to enter his mind but he pushed them aside and focused on what he was doing. With a final touch of spirit tghe weave snapped into place and the gateway rotated into place before them. He made a resonably large one as while it was a difficult weave, his strength with the power made its size less of a problem then it was for others.

stepping aside He let Isha pass through first and then waited as Linten passed. He didn't take his deathly black eyes off the man as he passed. He still wasn't sure about where he stood with him.

Once the two men had passed through the gateway Drenn followed and let it close behind him. Isha now stood infront of Linten while Drenn brought up the rear. the question was now what? Would Isha go straight to Dalinar or would he wait? Linten would be marked as a traitor for leaving and there was a tree not too far off that blatantly showed what happened to traitors. Would Isha be willing to subject his old mentee to that possibility? Would he be able to let that happen? What had happened to Linten?

"Well Isha? What now?[i/]

Wow... And now I feel like a jackass...

Happy belated Birthday man! :D Good way to start a long period of time off. Deffinitly hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the whole being a douche there and not noticing it... :x

That must be a rhetorical question... I mean come on, who here is NOT going to want to blow stuff up?

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Hi hi hi! Welcome to the Black Tower. Think what you will of Drenn. He's an odd one... Just remember that if you see a Myrddraal coming don't worry too much. It's probably just him. On the other hand... Keep you guard up anyway. It wouldn't be the first time we've actually had a fade here.

Moridin had been going over some of his forms for the last few hours and was growing concerned with the sense of familiarity he felt for some of them. His sword felt natural in his hand and he didn't know why. Sword forms felt familiar and came easily to him and he couldn't explain how. Who was he? Or rather, who had he been before he woke up in that forest? It was a nagging void in his mind that he couldn't escape. Everything brought his mind back to that blank and it taunted him nearly every waking moment. It was an interesting irony actually the he had chosen the void as his method of achieving that inner sene of peace, as it was a void that brought him an inner sense of torture. Who was he!

He wanted to lash out at something which brought his mind back to the forefront. He looked up and noticed someone staring at a wall and holding a ball in his hand. By the looks of it Moridin wasn't the only one who was getting lost in his thoughts. He realized that he didn't recognize the man standing before but he could tell simply by the man's stance that he wasn't just another of the recruits. He also looked to be pretty close to the same age as he was himself and Moridin had noticed that there wasn't really any other recruits his age here. He also knew that he hated questions and everyone of every age asked him questions. It would be best to simply avoid that altogether by leaving.

“And what can I do for you?†So much for leaving...

Atleast he now knew he wasn't simply dealing with another of the kids around here. None of them would have known he was there without looking. His voice was also calm and collected, the voice of someone with authority. Moridin smiled inwardly. For some reason that kind of a figure was a comforting though. Given the situation and how he had stumbled upon the man before him he thought the truth might better suite it to a certain extent.

"I'm not entirely sure of the answer to that. I was somewhat lost in thought and found myself here." Pausing for a second he thought about how it might better suite him to know some of the people here at least somewhat. To survive one must know one's suroundings. "But maybe there is something... I don't beleive we've met so," of all ironies, "an introduction would be appropriate." Oh how he hated introductions... "I'm Moridin." He said with a semi-formal bow.

Drenn stood calmly and quietly in his small clearing with his sword raised above his head in an inverted grip. He stood stone still up on one foot with the other brought up to rest at his knee. It had taken him the better part of the least year or so to manage to hold this stance for any amount of time but the practice had paid off. His balance had improved greatly as a resul of it. After a while he switched legs so as to maintain en equal sense of ballance. After all, he had to ballance his sense of ballance. It would do him no good to practice one stance and wind up being forced into another.

After several minutes of this he began to move his sword above his head. Moving through several different types of cuts, he took hold of saidin and wove an elemental blade infront of him which he could practice blocking against. It was an awkward thing to do and tested his ballance even more as he now risked losing it to movement. This was something a little more new that he'd added in recently ever since he'd found himself able to hold the stance. Everyone expected one thing out of it and that was a sacrificial attack so he thought it best to change it up a bit. Why do what everyone expected? The form left his chest wide open to attack so he'd developed a block for it instead, and it was hardly easy. He' had to alter the way he held the hilt to allw him to properly maneuver it at all. It was relatively the same grip grip although now he held his hand open, palm against the pommel.

It was a very minor change to the original stance but allowed him to pull the swor down and with his other hand force an attaching thrust away. Of course now This left him completely unabl to attack with his sword gripped like that so he decide to forgo the use of his blade from here. Instead he pivoted slightly and used his already raised leg to strike out with a swift side kick, which after some significant stretching could now hit at all but Isha's head level.

He'd come to the realization that he could hardly rely on his sword or even Saidin all the time and needed to work on how to defend himself without it. He had come to the conclusion that he'd best learn to use his hands and feet accuratly as weapons aswell. That was slow going though as he was basically making it up as he went along. All the same it was important and he perservered.

He was in the middle of practicing a strike, followed by a front kick to a figure he'd made with a weave of earth when he noticed that the sun was beginning to emerge on the horizon. He sometimes lost track of the time he spent out and about now. He really didn't sleep that much as he was always plagued by nightmares. That was one of the reasons he hadn't really gotten around to making himself a house yet. He didn't sleep much so hardly needed a bed. For the most part he camped out in the forest, away from anyone else incase he should happen to grasp Saidin in one of his fits. His memories of what had happened to his family still haunted him...

It was the sudden grumbling of his stomach that finally made his decision as to what to do. Most people slept throught the night and woke up hungry. He'd been working through it all and was hungrier them most and so he decided to head off to the Inn. With the sun making an appearance he new he could count on Dash being there starting on breakfast.

Arivving at the inn he felt Saidin being used inside and he could most deffinitly smell the effect those weaves were having. He could smell that bacon was on this mornings menu and was delighted. It wasn't very often they had it as the amount of mouths that required feeding made it an expensive dish to aquire. That would no doubt make this morning a busy one and a bit of help might be needed. He figured he might aswell lend a hand if he was wanted.

"Good morning Tsorovan'M'Hael." he knocked on the door as he entered the kitchen. "I smell bacon and we all know what that means. You want a hand in here?"

Well i'd been thinking something along the lines of a good run around the outer walls with a brief break in between each lap to stop and do some sit-ups, push-ups, chin-ups and finally burpees. All in all a good day. For those of us in good shape. As for everyone else... :twisted: I may even throw in some basic martial arts training. Or make a seperate class solely dedicated to that. We'll see...

But no, I won't have Z being a private trainer during this. Co-teacher is more like it. If you think of anything else you'd like to put them through then feel free to do it.

and for Jocelyn's benefit, atleast they're soldiers and not yet well informed in how to use saidin to make those rocks. thats day two. :P Infact I think a certain foxhead medallion is exactly what you need for around here.

Oky doky... the majority decision seems to lean towards basic elemental manipulation or a phys-ed class. With a phys-ed class I could probably run one for everyone and in Failes case just push Ged a bit harder as he'd be doing the advanced. just to be certain is that an advanced phys-ed or an advanced weapons? (I wasn't aware there was an edvanced phys-ed, but, I have been gone for a while)

and speaking of being gone for a while. $&!# I'm really sorry Dash. I'm gonna get on that aswell. I seem to have set myself to a busy schedule.

And you're welcome to bring Zbynek along to co-teach if you want. The more the merrier the misery will be. :twisted: We can whip these young ones into shape.

so anyway. we could do both of those mentioned classes in one long RP spanning two days. day one can be a test of their physical fittness and day two can be toying with Saidin. What say you all to that?

BTW: You could even join in for the phys-ed potion if you want Jocelyn. Show these kids how its done?

Whats your WS? I love rp'ing a good duel so I'll go for it.

Okay. I'm back now in full capacity and with a working internet so I'm able to help people who need to get some classes done. Lets have everyone who needs classes put what classes they need and I'll see about putting something together.

And just for the hell of it lets have a look at how many active people we have at what rank. If "Other" please specify.

Yay I'm an Asha'man on the members list now! Though I guess I missed more then I was aware of as Covai's now M'Hael Haran. (typo, or did I really miss that much?)

Hi, I owe people apologies as I've been gone for about a month now and unfortunatly I wasn't really able to give any heads up to it. I moved almost exactly one month ago and was expecting to be back up and running with internet within a few days but it turned out it was a little more difficult in the end. Anyways, I'm sorry to all the people who I'd been invovled in RP's with and promise to do my best to get back on track.

I'm always up for some RP's. The PT should be fun. :P I'm slghtly dead for ideas momentarily though... And sorry Dovan. Starting some training for you is top on the priority list.

well you've already met Drenn so I could have him get you through the basics of wielding Saidin.