OOC: Sounds like fun.

IC:

Moridin was up before sunrise and running laps to clear his head. Ever since that race he had done with Rosheen he had been on edge. The constant questioning he'd been getting both from her and others who had witnessed it was tiresome and he found these early mornings to be the only time he could find peace. There were only a few people out here at this time and for the most part they were warders whos lives revolved around training. He couldn't laugh much at that though as his life followed a very similar pattern. Thankfully none of those warders who were out at this time were of the lot that continued to pester him during the day. Who was he? Where was he from? Where did he learn this or that ? as if he didn't wonder those same question enough himself! It was near infuriating. The worst was an Aes Sedai who had been asking about the scar on his throat. Oh that had been difficult. Getting out of that without lying or being disrespectful had been a true challenge and not one he cared to repeat anytime soon. Light why didn't he know these things. And where did he get saying that from. Light?

He ran for a good hour if not more and drove his muscles to, and past the burning point before colapsing off to the side of the track and begining to do pushups and situps. Anything to keep his mind off of those questions. The sun was up as he finished and he had just enough time to go get a quick breakfast before he had to meet Rosheen. The breakfast was truly welcomed and the brief reprieve from his exertion was enough to regain the nessecary energy to continue. They were appearently working through sword form today so it would be just the stretching he needed at the moment. As he left he had to tell off some kid who started tailing him and shooting questions at a mile a minute. The trainees were especially annoying as they were all young kids who thought that because he was older yet still a trainee they could all turn to him with anything that was on their minds. Maybe others liked being looked up to like that but he hated it. Atrention was hardly something he wanted and he went to great lengths to avoid it.

As he reached the yards where he had agreed to meet Rosheen he proceeded somewhat cautiously, watching for people anywhere who might interupt or do something worse... He still didn't trust anyone here. As he made his way over he caught Rosheens attention and she began to make her way towards him aswell. She moved in a way that made her appear to be ready to strike at anything in any direction. It also made her appear incredibly arrogant and he almost felt like laughing except that he knew she had the right to boast.

“Good morrow, Moridin.â€

"Good morning Rosheen." he replied with a quick bow.

“Are you ready for your training to begin in earnest?â€

"Of course."

“Very well then. Let’s start of with some basic guard stances.†She immediatly stepped a quick and easy posture which he had used before with slight variation. She watched as he took it in and when she was satisfied switched postures to something a little more flowing. This one was something he thought would be more effective as he noticed it could easily mislead an opponent into thinking an attack is coming from somewhere it wasn't. It kept them occupied watching where the tip was moving instead of watching the body for hints of where the attack was coming from. A tense muscle here or there could be all the indication needed. How did he know that? After a little while longer she nodded and stepped back.

“Try them†She said without any indication of a request. Pulling out a lathe that he had grabbed off of a rack earlier he quickly assumed the first of the two positions and maintained itas she watched him and pointed out a few tings about his stance. Pressure being placed on certain places and weight distribution. He didn't like it as much as the sword was held too high and felt like it would be difficult to begin an attack without making his intentions far to obvious.

Eventually she was satisfied with what she saw and indicated that he should switch forms. moveing with relative ease from one stance to the other he quickly brought the lathe up to bear in a horizontal line infront of him. She raised he lathe to give him an idea of where to move the lathe and he kept it moving in pace with her lathe as it rose and fell. Slowly she critiqued what he did the it brought him out of a more natural stance into what felt more confined or restrained. The stance felt... familiar, which in itself was strange. He felt well and ready for any vertical attack but against someone who favoured horizontal attacks it would be awkward and dangerous. Switching between the two forms though would provide adequate protection against either. Now that she was satisfied again he dropped the stance and waited for what would come next.

OOC: with "Lion on the Hill" I'm not sure from the description if by "held a shoulder height" is refering to the tip of the blade or if the hilt should be held that high. for this I treated it as the latter though if I'm wrong let me know and I'll correct it.

whatevs then... We'll just have to cut it close. Lets bring on the 13 all the same though. :twisted:

OOC: No prob. So... did you lot wanna fight a wee bit more or should Moridin jump in and try and break this up now?

Thanks for the edit Kalth. i'm gonna go back and read our original plannig thread and once i'm done i'll edit my finding into this post aswell as a link.

EDIT:

um... this could take a while. heres the link

http://www.dmpsw.com/drooc/viewtopic.php?t=1224&start=0

For whatever part Drenn is getting tortured for ,Marak you can go ahead and call the 13 myrddraal on him. I'm sure Nostros would be more then happy to oblige.

Actually. Is there any known way to reverse the forced turn to the shadow? Maybe have Drenn become a Dready for a while but get turned back later? It might be fun. anyways i'm gonna keep reading and get back to this later...

"Wait... You're dead? OH $#&%! You're Dead!"

Mongoose? you got me stumped love... Naturally though I'd guess something Disney cooked up.

oh &%#$ I just noticed this thread. I would have said something sooner had I seen it. Sorry. So are we both getting captured Estel?

I have no idea what I'm signing up for but YES! Count me in... Am I gonna regret this?

OOC: Kalth we worked this out before. Drenn is supposed to get captured.

Drenn watched in awe as the M'Hael layed weaves of such complexity that he felt ahsamed of his own ability. Watching the weaves everything moved so fast with such dexterity that he barely was able to see what was done and certainly knew that it was beyond what he could do. The weaves were hardly very strong which was what confused Drenn all the more. How could something so powerful be created through something so weak? He himself could have created weaves far stronger then that which the M'Hael weaved but then it dawned on him that this was something in which strength was irrelivent. Skill alone allowed for the miracles he was seeing.

The boy convulsed for several seconds before the thrashing ceased and he slowly began to blink. It truely was a miracle. when he had found the boy he hadn't expected him to pull through but the M'Hael had wrestled with death and death had been defeated. Drenn suddenly became aware of the other Soldier who had appeared and was now kneeling next to the boy whom the M'hael had healed. What had he called him? Ged? Yes, Ged. That was the boys name. As the M'Hael rose so did Drenn and suddenly remembering the events of the night began scanning about for and danger. He now remembered those leaves and the Ash all too well.

"You two, stick together. Watch each others backs. Remember you are Brothers." Drenn looked back as the two soldiers acknowledged the M'Hael's order before turning to each other. The M'Hael meanwhile turned to find where he would be of most use next. Drenn couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of respect for the man.

"What happened, Noy? The weapons just went wild and...Light! The whold armoury came to life and-" Once again Drenns attention was brought to the too young men before him. Weapons coming to life? What had happened to the kid? Whatever it was must have stopped once it thought it's opponent was defeated. They had no time to waste on idle conversation and quickly realizing this Drenn began to run after the M'Hael.

"Take hold of Saidin and fight Soldiers!" he called back to the two behind him but didn't wait to see if his orders were taken. He could feel Saidin being channeled particularly strongly ahead of him and knew that help would be needed. Strength. something he could help with.

It was a horrid site he encountered when he reached his destination. The Traitors tree which had earlier held the heads of every traitor to the tower who was caught was now swining wildly at anything and everything it could reach and leaving nothing but destruction. what was even worse was that there were a few heads flying around taking bites at people where they could. given the amount lying on the ground he guessed the Asha'man had been killing them for a while now. How could one kill the dead. He didn't waste time trying to find out he merely lashed out with everything he had. As he joined the fight against the tree he nearly lost a chunck out of his arm when a vicous head of a mna he had once known flew at him with its mouth open. He barely managed to dodge it in time and when he got to his feet he sent a stream of fire at it so hot that it briefly rippled and then exploded in a mass of torn skin and broken bone. No blood was left to spatter. Turning his attention back to the tree he launched fire and earth at it with as much strenth as he could must but although it lit aflame it didn't burn and the earth merely shattered off of it. How was that possible? it should have erupted like the head.

"We need to cut it off from the earth. It draws its power from there." Looking over Drenn saw a man whom he didn't know all to well weaving weaves of such impossible strength it paled even Drenn's power. suddenly he noticed the tiny figurine the man held and understood. He held an angreal. He bacame aware of everyone around him using weaves of air too lift the tree directly out of the ground. It seemed strange but Drenn put his efforts into their new task. Slowly the tree began to float above the earth it so deperatly needed to maintain its efforts. Suddenly it slumped significantly and fell nearly back to the earth. Looking over Drenn saw the man who had held the angreal fall to the ground from exhaustion. The power he had been exerting had been immense and obviously had taken its toll. A new voice took up the direction of the fight. A voice Drenn barely knew from a long time past but remembered all the same.

""ASHA'MAN! ROLLING RING OF EARTH AND FIRE NOW!!!"" The order was given and Drenn obeyed. Pulling everything he had from his core Drenn unleashed it on the tree. Great masses of earth began to rise up and strike the tree with power not seen since the breaking and fire scortched so hot the creator itself would have balked. All met at one point and caused an explosion so great that even with a shild raised to block the shockwave Drenn was knocked to the ground. When he finally managed to drag himself too his feet he saw the small remnants of the tree floating to the ground on currents still drfiting about. Everything suddenly seemed to grow quiet as the terrors of the night died with the tree and with it so did the fighting and the death. An unnatural quiet as everyone paused and waited. wondering if it was all truely over. After a few moments it seemed that everyone let go a breath that they had all been holding and people began moving about slowly to clean up what was left of the tower. As dawn came its light broke the horizon to reveal destruction on a level boyond what anyone might have beleived. It was going to be a long day...

Moridin moved rhythmically and with focus through the mud trying to ignore the fact that he could feel it seeping into his clothing. He couldn't see ahead enough to know where his opponents were but if he attempted to rush now he would likely only break their rhythem and slow them down. He began to grow tense with impatience. How far were they behind? Were they even gaining? suddenly he broke into open space and looking up saw his opponents standing several feet away. Watching them. His heart sank. He had cost them this race. What was wrong with his head! He cursed himself inwardly as he got up out of the mud but quickly cleared his mind. There was no use brooding on it as it would only produce harsh feelings. He didn't want to be making any enemies here yet. As he stood brushing himself off he heard a voice that could only be that of his opponent.

“You were… good,â€He found it somewhat surprising that he heard a hint a shyness in her voice. It made little sense as she had beaten him. Then again, it was hard to maintain any sense of dignity when you were drenched head to toe and covered in mud. “Perhaps you could show me some of the moves you made?â€His mind flashed to their fight. It was somewhat vauge in his mind and as he recalled some of what he had done he wondered if he'd be able to repeat them. Where had those movements come from? He realized she was wating on a response but he wondered hoe to reply.

"You faught well yourself. Obviously as you bested me. You have a surprising amount of skill for one so young." Looking at her again, she must have been at least seven or eight years younger then him. "I could try and show you a few things sometime though." He hated introductions but it seemed that one was needed here. "I'm Moridin by the way." he said as he extended his hand. He made a mental not to learn what that meant.

Leaping inside Drenn lashed out with weaves of air, hoping to stun both of his opponents before shielding them. The man whom he'd seen run inside was hit by the weave of air and fell to the floor unconcious but the other man cut both his weaves apart with ease. Now striking out with fire he tried to gain an advantage by using his most powerful element but once again his weave was cut down. It was frustrating. He knew he didn't have the dexterity with weaves that most others posessed but he was usually able to make up for that with raw power. It was not the case here. The man was tearing his weaves apart with next to no effort and striking back with equal or greater force then Drenn could hope to wield. Who was he?

"My, my. Aren't we pretentious, child"Child?! Drenns blood was already on the boiling point from the frustration of being unable to reach the man but to call him a child! He began striking with even more lethal force and even greater weaves but it was still to no avail. How was he able to cut his weaves up so easily. Just barely doging a blade of air that leapt towards him he managed to destory a weave that was trying to encircle him. He was holding his own but he wasn't sure for how long he could last.

"Tell me, child. Have you ever heard of Aginor? Surely your pitiful Age knows my name still" Drenns mind froze. Aginor! He was fighting on of the Forsaken?! His mind was nearly overcome with terror and rage at the same time. The Forsaken were free? It was a thought to chill the bone. Frantically now he was striking out where he had the oppertunity but mostly putting all his efforts into the tireless attacks that kept striking at him. How could the man weave so quickly? The attacks were coming so quickly with such complexity that Drenn felt overwhelmed. A shield to block a flame here and air with spirit to save his conenction with Saidin. Earth threatened to consume him but he barely managed to reverse it though to no effect. He was drawn into blocking a blade of fire which suddenly disapeared and he felt something strike his head. A trap. those were his last thoughts as he passed out.

OOC: So... on to the torture.

Invites male channeling friend to speak to the class about being crazy.

"Hi everyone my names Drenn and i'm a male channeler. I'm also crazy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

starts shooting fireballs, lightning bolts, earth spikes and crazy looks everywhere.

And now for something, completely different...

"Master's my Friend!"

"Shut the %&@# up you stupid @%$#&%& $%^@!"

"You're just angry cause nobody likes YOU!"

"Go @&%# your precious you little hobbit loving $%@#!"

"Not listening, not listening..."

Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore...

True Crazy! <-- Click Here

Drenn was running past the armory when he heard some noises and felt Saidin being channeleld inside strongly. Suddenly it winked out and Drenn felt the unatural shake go through the ground. Weaving fire and spirit as strongly as he ever had he bored a hole right through the walls and leapt inside. Looking around frantically he saw a pile of debris on the floor and with a breif weave of spirit sensed a man trapped underneath. His life was fading and there was no time to lose. As he had done earlier with the Ash he settled a weave of air over top of the body and it pulsed. Barely getting a smaller wall of air infront of him in time to stop the debris from hitting him he nearly fell over with exhaustion. He wasn't as strong with air as he was with the other elements and he had been using it alot tonight. Finally it was begining to take its toll. Seeing the boy on the floor though he spurred himself forward to do what he could. Breifly checking him over both visually and with spirit he determined that it would be safer to carry him to help then wait for it to come. Scooping him up he rushed out of the building and headed for the infirmary. Please light let it still be there.

Rounding the last cornor he felt his hopes fade the infirmary was lying in ruins and he arrived just intime to see someone get sucking through a black hole in a wall. His heart lightened somewhat to see that a majority of the infirmaries inhabitants had made it out safely and that Dalinar was with them.

"M'Hael! This kid needs healing. He's fading quickly." Laying the boy on the ground he stepped bacvk and took a knee. Breathing heavily he watched their suroundings, his hand twitching towards the sword hilt sticking out of his cloak.

A great and grand Gleeman may be just whats needed to make this expidition all the more fanciful. Will there be any visitation to or viewing of Dumais wells? It would make a great story for the masses to be told from a first hand account.

Davin Dagonet the renowned Gleeman will grace this vivacious and vivified vicissitude of nature with a valorous visitation and a valiantly venerating performance. He will awe and mystify all and leave not a one without a sense of reverence. So come one, come all, listen well and listen close. The time is nigh for a magical hour where wonders are beheld and horros will be manifested.

OOC: This has been awkwardly silent for too long. I think i'll let Moridin have a little fun.

IC: Moridin was working on his third cup of what was supposed to be the strongest drink they had to offer though the sludge was barely managing to give him a buzz. Did this mean he had been a strong drinker before? It didn't matter. Downing the rest of it in one go he nearly spat as it burned down his throat. His attention was drawn to the noise of a dicing game going on behind him though he didn't have a clue how the game was played so decided to stay out of it. One thing, or two, that caught his attention was a pair of very battle scarred looking women who were dicing with the lot. Light! What had happened to them? Light? Where did that come from? One of them, the one with the messy looking red curls, looked up from the game and noticed him staring. She seemed to quickly evaluate him and whatever she determined she turned her attention back to the game. Strange. Was she from the Tower? He didn't recognize her.

Turning back to his now empty drink he was about to order another when he heard a great cheer from behind him and then the sound of tables being flipped. Memories or no, he knew what that sound meant. Turning quickly he was up off the stool and taking in his new and rapidly changing surounding. The centre of attention seemed to be the two women he'd noticed before and they were surounded by a great mass of men. One of them Struck out first and the woman whom he attacked quickly grabbed his arm and he could easily hear the sickly snap as he twisted and dropped him to the ground. So they could fight. The odds still didn't seem to favour them and he decided to see if he could help even the odds.

They were facing away from him as the brawl overtook the room and he noticed two men laughing as they thought they were getting a sneak attack from behind. as they lunged he reched forward and grabbed both of them by the back of their coats and with a good hard tug pulled them off balance. using the moments of surprise to his advantage he let go and grabbing the backs of their heads, pushed forward throwing them both face first into the floor. Both lying there unconcious he moved on to the next. Another man had his back to Moridin and a knife out. Not wanting to take any chances he kicked the man in the back of the knee and as he fell he kneed him in the back of the head. Another unconcious fool on the floor and suddenly he heard a large amount of yelling coming from outside. Steel helmets were now bobbing up and down only just visible over the tops of other peoples heads. Amusing. Turning back he just barely managed to avoid a fist coming at his face and grabbing the arm he threw the man over his shoulder into another coming from behind. He now noticed that the two women were no longer brawling and the men attacking them were also lying on the floor. Deciding it best to stop now, he waited as they authorities began to fill the room. It must have seemed rather amusing to the soldiers coming in to break up the bar fight and finding three people simply standing there calmly amoungst a great many people lying on the floor either unconcious or nursing very painful injuries. He made his way to the bar to take a swig of his drink before remebering he had finished it earlier. Silently he cursed and contented himself to simply lean against the bar and look about the room. It seemed the two women were much better fighters then he had originally given them credit for.

"Seiaman bloody Kera! I might've known it was you!" Looking over at the man who had said that he saw the woman whom he had been talking to bow slightly before responding,

"Captain." So they were familiar. She began to relate to him the events of the evening to his very unsurprised ear as some of them men began to pick themselves or there comrades up from the floor. "We were just seeking out an evening of dice, Captain." Moridin couldn't help but laugh a little. It wasn't a particularly happy tone but he was amused. He had caught a brief look at their faces during the fight and hed put his guess that they had enjoyed that much more then dicing. Thinking for a second he admited to himself that it certainly had been his highlight.

OOC: alrighty lets get moving. we still have someone to introduce while the night is still young as I recall.

I think those traitorous flying heads are doing enough biting for the lot of us. what is it with dead people and biting anyway? You never see a zombie beating the crap out of someone with their fists in any of those movies. either way it makes you wish for a shotgun.

*Sighs and stares off into nothingness*

Good times...

OOC: fun fun fun...

IC: Drenn was lying on his back off to the side of the towers main grounds staring at the nights sky, lost in deep thought. Sleep had come and gone for him very briefly this night and he knew he wouldn't get anymore. The Dreams, nay, the nightmares that plagued his sleep had become more frequent of late and he found himself enjoying the peace of the night more and more. The longer it went on the less tired he seemed to be finding himself during the days aswell. It was concerning...

Tonight was a bright night due to a full moon in the sky that would be hidden every now and then by the odd cloud. He'd been lying there for about an hour without disturbance when a falling leaf landed right on his face. Brushing it off he looked around curoisly. There wasn't a tree in over paces. as he turned towards the walls he saw a great many leaves floating across the walls of the tower and coming straight at him. the first few he merely brushed away but then the rest began to very quickly pick up pace. after about a minute they were cutting through the air and when he tried to brush one aside it didn't stop and left a long streak in his hand which began to leak blood. Before he knew he had cuts all over him from where they were streaking at him and they were getting deeper.

Franticly he formed the void and Grasped for Saidin. It hit him like a torrent and he was nearly lifted away by the bliss of it before he was crushed back down by an almost overwhelming need to empty his stomach. Every singe leaf racing towards him suddenly became as clear as they were sharp. A quick weave of fire burst those leaves into ash before they could cut his eyes out. With the ash of them drifting towards the ground his attention was suddenly drawn to a flare rising into the sky which eruptedinto a mass of flames and a boom which sent a shockwave rippling across the Black Tower. Suddenly his vision was obscured even more by a grey cloud which seemed to settle itself around him and it burned within his cuts. Vainly he tried to wave it away but it only settled that much heavily over him. Quickly he realized it was all the ash from the leaves as he smelled the burnt leaves. Smelled it and... Breath was coming more and more difficultly as the ash found itsway into his lungs with every breath. Now, with his breath held he began to weaken as his mind raced frantically searching for a solution. Sinking to his knees he nearly let go and took a breath but stopped himself just in time. With the ash as thick as it was it would suffocate him with one breath. It was settling heavily on him and it was begining to weigh him down. On his knees, bent over on the ground his thoughts began to fade and a darkness began to take hold of his mind. He fought now simply to keep that mental light of Saidin in sight. Lose that and he was dead. Lose that and... Lose... Suddenly he wove Air in uncertainty, settling a barrier on his skin just underneat the ash and with a pulse threw it all off of him. opening his eyes he took a breath. Clean air. He gasped air greedily taking it all in. Looking around now he saw the cloud decending again and with air he formed a bubble around him large enough to move about in. He watched as the ash began to settle on his bubble and tried to think of a way to get rid of it. suddenly and Idea came to mind in the form of a weave he had picked up of of an Asha'man. Weaving Air, Earth and Spirit just so a whole opened up horizontaly over top of him and rotated into a gate to a black nothingness. he had seen men disapear into these on little platforms countless times but now he needed it for something else. releasing his weave of air the ash began to fall again. right into the gateway. After it disapeared into the great black nothingness he released the weave and it sealed with the Ash inside it.

Now looking around for the first time he realized the Tower had erupted into caos. Saidin was in use everywhere as Channelers worked frantically trying to destroy the annomalies wherever they found them. With a combination of earth and air he destroyed a bunch of dinner plates that were following some people out of the inn. It may have been his imagination but he could have sworn he saw a house try and eat someone. Danger was everywhere and the night was young.

The sword moved through his hands as if by its own will. Smooth arcs and slashed danced infront of him though he had no idea where the knowledge came from. It was more then instinct but it beyond his knowledge. His knowledge? Ha! He had no knowledge. Knowledge required memory. Yet all the same he kept this well trained student at bay and her blade away from his skin. What happened to me? Suddenly a strong wind rushed by, kicking up dust and hindering everyones vision. It could have happened withing the blink of an eye.

The sword lashed out at his throat and he could feel the blood pouring from the gaping wound in his neck. And as quickly as it had appeared it was gone. No sword. No blood. Just his own blade flying from his hand. Shaking his head he looked around. What had happened? He was disarmed and his sword lay out of reach. he made to move for it but enountered resistance. What was holding him back? looking behind he saw a very angry and confused looking woman whom he was tied too by the ankle. Suddenly everything came back to him. The test, the wall, the fight. Looking back again he saw his lathe laying on the ground. This time when he moved she moved with him.

"Pick it up and get moving." Rosheen sounded angry. Quickly grabbing his lathe they quickly set themselves back into the earlier pace. With a Dive they landed in the mud filled trenches and with barked orders set into a steady but from the angle they were at it was impossible to tell if they were recovering distance.

OOC: i'll leave it for one of the victors to finish this up.

OOC: Welcome back.

IC: The wind was blowing with reasonable strength this and it made his balancing exercises quite difficult. With his sword raised above his head and one foot lifted off the ground it was difficult enough without the wind threatening to blow him over every second. His cloak blowing hard with it made things even more tedious. Why in the light was he wearing the thing? But what caused him to lose his balance in the end was in no way due to the wind but due to recognizing an old face he'd almost forgotten. As he picked himself up off the ground he stared hard at the face of Storm Leader Covai Seriba. He hadn't known the man all too well but he had known him. Drenn couldn't recall exactly how long it had been since Covai had left but he knew it had been long enough for the Tower to near change completely. What had brought him back?

As Drenn drew closer hoping to have a few words, Covai disapeared into the inn, being lead by a dedicated. It looked like Nakor. Following them inside he realized they were going to see Dashiva. it would hardly have been appropriate for him to follow into Dash's office so he contented himself to wait until their business was concluded.

Moridin will be present

with me and WK included it brings our grand total to 4

I Remember Onyx! The moody guy who hated everyone. We loved to hate Onyx. you should introduce him to my gleeman before you decide to kill him off that way I can make make great stories about him to tell to the world. Onyx the Irate who would eat annoying little children. You'll be famous!

Good point... it was all just building up to throwing in a Denis Leary quote anyway. Gotta love that guy...

Now bring Dali back here and lets make some popcorn for the show.

*starts the popping with a little weave of fire*

I wrote a 9 page essay on my philosophy exam about why God doesn't exist. And in a catholic school to boot. Now I'll tell you right now Jason that you've got a heck of a lot more to worry about from Miur then I Do from God. You know why? She's Real.

It's a good life lesson. Don't waste time trying to make an imaginary parental failure happy cause if you really read the bible you'll find we're all going to hell anyway. Cause God thinks like Denis Leary.

"Too little to F***in' late A**hole!"

and to stay on topic... You're my Bro Dali! Lots of love man.

PS: to all you religous types out there I'm sorry. I only wish I could have helped you sooner.