I can take a mentee on with Vera Cadsanome, once I'm done with her requirements. :)

I was Ajah Head and Sitter, and I won't be around. :)

All that you need to kow about the Grays is here, concerning the Raising. :)

Lyanna! I had no idea you were part of the Gray Ajah! :) Welcome back. :) If you want to start a RP, please let me know. :)

Oh right, prankage. :P Go right ahead. :P Just no itchweed- she's been there and suffered that. :P

Hey everyone :)

I've decided in an attempt to be more active with my Gray Sister, I'll offer her up for classes, discussions, a trip around the city...anything really(she can even give art/painting lessons :P), if you're  interested. :)

Let me know!

-Vera

You heard me. :P I was looking over the old boards and the kind of activity the Grays used to have and have decided that I'm going to take on reviving the Gray Ajah as my new year project. This won't necessarily mean to the same level of spiffyness it was once at, but more that we put in an effort to give back to this Ajah. :)

My question is, what do you think we can do?

I've a couple of thoughts on this. :)

-Recruitment

1. Let's sign up as Mentors, if you've the time for it. :) Its a perfect opportunity to show a new character what the Ajah's about and what makes us who we are. Heck, once/if we've all got mentees, we can even throw a Gray Ajah Mentee Programme Dinner thing(Long name, I know :P) and have them interact with each other and plan it so that something occurs in the RP that requires them to use skills/think like a Gray. Perhaps if they can't, we do instead. :)

2. A class. Aurelie used to have a fantastic class she wrote with her character, Dawn, so once I PM her and get her permission, I'd like to offer it to Novices/Accepted to sign up for. Of course, if anyone else wants to do this instead, that's open too. :)

-The Ajah itself

1. What're your ties with the active Sisters in the Ajah atm? Mat, Vera's a Black, or infact, needs turning, so it'd be fun if could do something with that. :) Annais, you're our Amyrlin, but it'd be awesome if the Grays could know you on a more personal level. :D

2. We can work on something for the ter'angreal RP. :)

3. Something fun. :P

Thoughts?

I'm playing Ziya, Ziya Asunawa, Sitter person who'd like to meet Maegan some time. :P

I think you're confused. :P I'm playing the Gray Ajah Head with Ziya. ;) Unless Taea's got a Yellow by the name Ziya as well. :P

Ahh, okay I see, I misunderstood. :) I see your point about it being to similiar. Will edit soon. :) What about the History?

Something like this? :)

The Glass Door

Description: Somewhere deep within the Gray Ajah Quarters, beyond a myriad of weaves and doors, passageways and locks, stands a doorway. At its best, The Glass Door is peculiar to consider; its surreal hue of electric blue seems to be alive, vibrant with impulses that revolve around the door. However, the ability to look through the translucent door stops you short, making you wonder just what kind of door this really is. The fact is, that whatever the colour, size and nature of the door, it is exactly that: a doorway. To another world.

Use: Imagine owning an object that could transport you into a world of your own; a life, a city, an entire world controlled and directed by you and your visions. Imagine it, and then wallow in self pity, as the Gray Ajah has already discovered it. The ter'angreal is used by Gray Sisters and Aspirants(under the supervision of Gray Sisters) as a means and situation to train in, by facing dangers and possibilities as earth shattering as they would've been in real life. [**The only catch is, once you enter through the doorway, it is not the 'other world' you enter, but an 'abyss' of sorts where you can watch and control your actions in the other world through a screen.**]

History: The Glass Door is a tightly kept secret of the Gray Ajah, as its use has been discovered over many years of perseverance and study.[**to be discussed further**]

1. Okay, so that's incomplete because I want other people's opinions as well. :) How do you propose we complete this history? It could be discovered in an ancient ruin perhaps, but what Sister would discover it? A NSW who is very old in the timeline?

2. What do you think of entering the Abyss, as I put it in the description and use? :) I know its rough around the edges as a concept, so how could we improve it?

-Vera

Light.

Early morning, it had been nothing more than a gentle flicker, dancing across the dull and vivid alike so that they were granted newer, different dimensions for an onlooker such as she. Through shadow, it guided, amplifying its display only when necessary. The sun was not harsh, which was a rare, lucky thing. Her eyes for one, appreciated this. A normal day would’ve ensured that blue eyes were screwed tight, peering through lashes in an attempt to understand the note. Today however, they were able and deft, scanning the note well enough for her to know it after a second read.

The items themselves, she had no comments on. Since it had been Melianna who had taken charge of Saline’s welfare, Mina had quietly proceeded to keep herself busy with the task. When they spoke, she smiled along yes, but her mind remained elsewhere. While she could admit that checking items off a list was not a task that required much intelligence, Mina found herself at ease only when she believed she had satisfied the Tower, the ever watching force that drove not just her, but all three of the Accepted who were present.

It was not a very large list. She found herself done with the crosscheck within minutes. Breathing in, she made to look through once more, now not even glancing at her companions. Well, companion. Melianna, she did not know. Perhaps this was a perfect opportunity to change circumstances, or perhaps it was a perfect time to prove yet again, that she was just. . . good. The answer to that, the answer to any man’s priorities was one that could be found only by the man himself, and so, when Mina picked the latter, she did it with a smile.

“We do be done,” she announced a short time later, turning only now to look at the other two. “You be better, Saline?” Mina surveyed her friend with concern that sounded odd in her mind, before considering Melianna. “Thank you for the help, Melianna. We would not be finished with the task, otherwise. I be going to tell Halvie Sedai, yes?” Nodding at the two, she left in quick steps. The sunlight had deepened, strengthened even, but it was not bad enough just yet to mark her skin with sweat and red cheeks like it usually did. Spotting the Green Sister, Mina moved towards her without a sound, practicing how to glide like a Sister just as much as she was refraining from disturbing the room in any way.

Reeling back at the soft hiss, Mina’s eyes widened in fright at the lashing she had not seen coming. It was as Halvie Sedai began to move away that she composed herself, steadying her face back to the neutrality she was well known for. Dismay was still flooding her insides as she followed after. Halvie Sedai was right. The training of the Green Ajah would have probably had Mina struck and dumb, had she not been lucky. And it was none of her business to wonder about the fleeting fear she had caught in the Aes Sedai’s eyes. “You be better than this, Mina!” she found herself muttering in soft whispers, before glancing in fear at the Green. She had not heard Mina.

She listened with as much focus as she could summon, not wanting to fail the Aes Sedai again. To do so, Mina remembered an old technique, pinning needles of sharp points onto her mind, so that everything other than what the Sister was informing her of, was lost. There was nothing she said that challenged Mina in anyway, not until the Sister addressed the subject Mina had wanted least-and yet most-to ask about. Resisting the urge to blink, Mina nodded as impassively as before. A friend. That was all. In a rare moment, she chose to let go of her paranoia, slipping instead into a mood both dutiful and cautious. Sooner than she had expected, they were making their return. The realization cheered her, making a soft smile appear on her lips.

And that’s when it happened.

Light, glorious light exploded out of nowhere blinding her vision as she felt herself fall, headfirst. Blood rushed to her mouth, coming out in swift torrents onto her tongue, while her head and jaw throbbed awkwardly against the path. Thoughts raced, pulsing madly as she tried to move, tried to focus. Something had exploded. Inside the wagon. Light, her head hurt. It was when the crackle of flames reached her ears that she forced herself up. Even as she did her vision blurred, and blood surged through her head, causing her to sway. She tried to look for Saline and Melianna, even the Sister, but the smoke enveloped her. For a moment she thought she saw a silhouette form, but trying to move was an impossible feat for her just then. Breathing in, she shut her eyes and then opened them, finding that her sight had steadied itself. Relief filled her as she found the Aes Sedai, but when Mina approached her this time, there was no grace.

“Halvie Sedai… fire… I think there was a woman. What… what should I do?”

~Mina Daryl

989 to 865 words. Peace.

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Chosen

Graendal- I really need to do more work with her. If anyone wants to plot, just PM me. :)

Darkfriends

Adela Llafynne

OOC: Hi guys, sorry if I'm interuppting. James pointed me to this thread after he posted with Darienna, and I complained about how I wanted to join to. He suggested that I took up posting that loathsome NPC, Teresa. Hope you don't mind. :D

Get your motor runnin'

Head out on the highway

Lookin' for adventure

And whatever comes our way

"Born to be Wild" - Steppenwolf

Doors. People-better known as annoying twits who deserved swift execution on most days-often liked to say that when one door was sealed shut, another would crack open, displaying light and warmth in bountiful amounts. People-bloody annoying twits-liked to say that windows of opportunity were linked with forces of the omnipresent, so that one only had to look hard enough to find what they desired the most. People liked more than anything to say, "that you've just got to have some faith."

Riiight. Hello, world, Miss Gullible will be taking appointments now. Please do bring along the awe-inspiring rainbows, butterflies and pink tutus- they have been missing of late in the Realist department. While we're ticking things off the check list, you may want to practice the happy joy dance- that's another rusty one we'll be tackling. Also have you..

Alright, so she was in a foul mood. Nothing new, nothing surprising, except perhaps the circumstances. She had expected that as evening grew onto her, Darienna Sedai's crisp words would've died down, rather than resonating in her mind. Even attempts at muting the Mistress of Novice to a buzz rendered her helpless, since now she found herself moving around with a dark scowl livening up her face, as noise worthy of competing with a bumble bee haunted every step she took.  The day had ticked by sand grain after sand grain, slow enough to keep every second a vicious reminder of what was to come: doom. Doom doom doom. Even for Accepted Teresa, Aspirant of No ajah, things were looking quite dim.

Yeah Darlin' go make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of your guns at once

And explode into space

Of course, she had been considering options since the moment Darienna had allowed them to leave the dining halls, mulling over what the right approach would be even as her mood plummeted into previously unexplored depths. However, the buzzing had given her little time to think, which meant that she found herself stuck, minutes before the appointed hour, before a small mirror that all Accepted were endowed with. Teresa pursed her lips and widened her eyes,  squeezing them tightly so that tears were forced out. Too weak.  Composing herself once more, she attempted this time to knit her dark brows together in tight anger and then finish it with gritted teeth. Hmm, looked like she was suffering a seizure.

Giving up for a few seconds, she stared back at her real face. It was not a pretty one; her sister had always said that her nose was too sharp, that her lips were too full and her eyes bug-like, before she would proceed to admiring her neck, touching it enviously as if it summed up all of Teresa's worth. Yes indeed, swanlike necks had been quite fashionable at the time. She had nice hair too, glossy brown that had taken years of devotion. Stroking it distractedly, she gazed sorrowfully at herself. Her wrongs were not that spectacular, really. A little bit of lying, a little more manipulating- if Novices of this generation were ridiculously gullible, Darienna was hardly being fair by pinning the blame on her as well. Why, she'd only been the instrument who had been used as they wished. The real disaster was something much greater, much darker. Novices. Bloody annoying twits.

I like smoke and lightning

Heavy metal thunder

Racin' with the wind

And the feelin' that I'm under

Minutes later, plain faced, suspiciously pale, she was being ushered in with the rest. She had considered at the last moment-frantic panic, much?-to run for it, skyrocket her way out of Darienna's sight as quickly as possible and just keep running, but one look at the Mistress of Novices told her no such luck would be coming her way. The all too familiar room greeted her vision as she seated herself, drumming her fingers on the table as she tried not to study the various items that decorated the room. It was only when Darienna started to speak that she decided to look up. She listened, connecting the bottles to the Aes Sedai's words quickly enough.

Bloody irony, that's what it was. Rising from her chair, spots of pink coloured Teresa's cheeks as she spoke, pitching her voice unnaturally high.

"Darienna Sedai, too much alcohol gets me rashes."

Like a true nature's child

We were born, born to be wild

We can climb so high

I never wanna die

~Accepted Teresa, NPC

Sure :) James also suggested that Duram can provide them a means to learn how to use it in return for...something. We didn't decide what something could be, as I wanted to know what you guys would think about the Grays meddling with the Chosen. ;)

The Grays having a scandal would be fun...and different. :P Would we want to open this up for use to all Ajahs, later maybe? Or just a Gray thing? xD

Oooh! So is Nerome Seshir. :)

If I read correctly, the Grays are up for another election of Sitters. :) Last time around, we had these Sitters:

Phaedra Eskarne, First Voice

NSW Ophelia, played by Evaida,

NSW Ziya, played by Ashara

Since Ziya gets raised to First Voice, I'd like to have her continue as a Sitter, which leaves the other two slots open, I think. :) Would either of you be interested in playing a Sitter?

:o You're making a Novice?

Her lips twitched into a slight smile as she rose. Vincent was quick at smoothening his expressions and thoughts into polite interest, or wide smirks not so different from her own, but the hesitant seconds that passed between his agreeing to her voluntary tour of the city and rising from the seat had been amusing to watch. Clearly, he had manners that had been ingrained and endured so long that they were now all habits that made him who he was, but he'd been observant enough to wonder about what her response to an offered hand might have been and had chosen to play it safe. Which was absolutely fine with her, perhaps even a little pleasing to realize that strangers did consider her just a 'little' different to the world's stereotypes.

Grinning more widely when he asked her to take the lead, she wondered about where she could take him. They had only just left an inn, which endowed visiting yet another inn very little value indeed. There were shops aplenty in Tar Valon, but the idea of browsing the vast displays was not an ideal one. When she had considered herself brand spanking new to the city, discovering it had been an interesting challenge that had held many experiences. Most had been pleasant, memorable even but there were a few she'd like to leave safely closeted in the back of her mind.

"Hmm, let's see if I can surprise you a little. Especially considering you don't look like one who is surprised all that often." Vincent had said that he was from the city of Caemlyn, and if history lessons with the Master back in Saldaea were to hold true, grandeur and plomp were not among the things that would fascinate him. Tirzah admittedly, had been very taken with the magnificence of Tar Valon, but in time, she'd found some places that she'd marked as favourites- sites that she could resort to when required.

"Are you one for long walks? It's only morning after all so we've got time. This way!" She lead him through the wide paths, that would turn oddly narrow due to a swift turn to the left or perhaps seemingly impromptu backtracking. Tirzah was surprised to see that he asked no questions of their destination, and so, kept her silence on the location as well. When they finally did arrive, she turned towards him. "We're here." Hiding a smile as she noted his expression at the dull grey wall, she took him by the arm and lead him in.

Bright light flooded the room they entered, but as they always had, Tirzah's eyes drew where the loud ringing of metal drew them. A middle aged man-or as he liked to title himself, a man in his prime years, was the answer behind the clash of metal against metal. Forge, when he had still been in Tar Valon had taken her to meet him, informing her that once he was gone, Master Jinn would be the best person to meet, should she require any advice or assistance. The man, with his bright blue eyes and toughened skin had a sharp, perceptive look to him that had appealed to her immediately, so that visits had become as regular as her duties allowed them to be.

"No better place outside the Tower, for weapons and more importantly, good counsel. He won't ever admit it, but he does all he can to help when you are in need, and while this might just look like a forge and armoury, there is more to it, just like there is more to him." In truth, Master Jinn served as a pair of eyes and ears to an Ajah in the Tower but Vincent didn't need to know that unless Jinn decided to tell him so himself, some day in the future. She doubted she would've been told anyway, had it not been that she had come close to guessing after learning more about his past. "This is one of my favourite places, outside those in the Tower." Smiling, she moved towards Jinn.

"This is the back entrance," came a thick Shienaran accent. "Turn and go- Tirzah! You're here early. And it seems you brought a friend. Good Day." Smiling at Jinn as he limped forward, Tirzah watched Vincent closely to see if he'd react to the crippled leg. When nothing came, she turned back towards Jinn. "This man here asked me to show him the city, so I brought him to you." Grinning at Vincent, she took a step forward. "Vincent, this is Master Jinn, Master Jinn, this is Vince. Ent. Vince has a nice ring to it though. He wishes to be a Trainee, like me."

"Indeed, like you," came a dry rejoinder, but to Tirzah's relief Jinn chose to turn his attention on Vincent instead, greeting him in a manner something between gruff and cheerful. It was an odd combination certainly, and one that had amused Tirzah when she had first met the man. He often reminded her of a porcupine, but those were thoughts best kept to herself. "I won't ask you what brings you here or any of that since this one probably prodded you with those already, Vincent, so I shall simply say, welcome."

OOC: I left it open to you to do as you like. Since you're online, we can figure it out there. :d

So, once upon a time, there was this delight called stamina. There was also this other wonder known as the lack of stamina, which the young Novice turned Trainee had found herself acquainted with all too well. It was disappointing in some ways, like when afternoons from the days before had been filled with sun-reddened cheeks and sweat that had stung her eyes and skin, making her fumble around uncomfortably on Gale. Once or twice, it had even unfolded as series of protests that came out in loud snorts and whinnies, but that was around the time old riding lessons with Rakim intervened and settled things down. Today, three days since they'd left the Tower, Tirzah could even say that things were riding along smoothly.

It had given her a chance to think too.  Yes, this was the escape that she had been seeking during those weeks of wallowing in self pity, but more than that, Mac had presented her with an opportunity to be simply Tirzah. Not a Trainee, not a Novice, but the open minded, Saldaean whose unrestrained temper would probably be the death of her. Admittedly, Tirzah who was about to go into the wild and stretch the few skills she had by shaping them into sufficient shelter.  Mac had spent the past few days teaching her the necessary theory for it, so now that they were finally approaching regions that held all the necessary ingredients to be classified as a forest, Tirzah's sense of excitement was stirring.

She knew what was coming the moment he turned, slowing down slightly as he began to speak. Nodding as she listened, her eyes wandered over the sketchy paths that were present.  They were not so much roads that had been marked out as layers of thick grass that had been wearied down and pressed repeatedly, most likely by travellers not so different from herself.

Okay, so maybe a little different- she liked to believe she was fairly unique as a person. Either way, she could follow one and see how deeply it roamed, and make judgement accordingly. Mac had been quite clear on the time limit, but she was determined to impress him by returning back within the hour. Nodding once more, she didn't even bother to depart with any dry comments, since her focus had now bound itself to completing the task.

She chose to follow a route between two others, since Tirzah reckoned that paving off right at the start could easily get her back where she started, while going to the third could spin her through webs too intricate for her to weave out of. The path was also a lot more worn down than the others, which could mean that it was also heading to a way out of the green maze. Either way, the popular route would hold some advantages, but she was more concerned about whether it would also attract unwanted attention. After some time spent marking and following the path, she decided to take a cut to the right, where the shade of trees thickened and rolling mounds of grass seemed more lush.

What she wanted was a tree. Not just any tree, especially considering Mac's fantastically large size. It had entered her thoughts since the first time he'd talked to her about survival and it was as clear an image now as it had been then. Perhaps even a little sharper, because of being surrounded by an environment that suited the picture in her mind so perfecty. As she headed deeper into the realm, a few caught her eye that were tempting, but not big enough for her Mentor. It gave her hope though, because it indicated that there would be more fashioned so. Her eyes scanned the trees before her thoroughly, flitting from one to the next as quickly as possible. Time was the challenge here, not the shelter itself.

Forty five minutes had ticked away by the time she'd returned to Mac. "I've found us a place. It isn't very deeply set into the forest, but I think it should work." Making her way back a second time was easier than it had been to find the trail to where she'd originally started, since she had cut across trees as a way to mark her route. When they reached, she looked towards the site before her one more time to spot any flaws she might not have noticed. Obviously Mac would have his own thoughts and ideas to add, but the idea itself was simple and one that had worked for her before.

Uprooted trees were not uncommon in forests. Forest fires or even storms could've easily been the reasoning behind the one they stood examining now- the tree had split into two different halves, leaving a hollow space that could be filled to create a canopy of debris and fallen leaves. Indeed, dead branches that hung limply from the fallen tree would be the perfect lead to add more leaves to, which would make it easier to hide themselves. What had specifically made her choose this very tree was the way it ran off into the thick grass behind, flowing smoothly enough to make escape possible.

"If we lean some sturdy wood against the tree, we can have our basic support up quickly enough. I thought we could use this as we can work to make it look like an extended piece of the destroyed tree. I think we might get some trouble from animals since it is a bit low,  so we'd need to make the roof quite think. Which could keep in heat in too, maybe? Ooh and! If there's rain, let's uh, you know, structure the roof so that it slides off the wood. Or something? Yes? No?" Shrugging, she looked towards Mac. If this didn't work, she could always resort to climbing up the unnaturally large tree she'd seen before and hacking shelter into it. Either way, it was his call.

~Tirzah

Hmm, why not. As long as I'm assigned one in a week's time(i.e., around next Friday) rather than now, since I've exams on. :D

Character: Vera Cadsanome

Mentee Slots: Only one atm. :)

Contact: unabridged_aquarius11@hotmail.com

I've a slightly wild idea.

 

Do you think the grays could come across a ter'angreal that allows them to set up scenarios for their aspirants to practice through? This would be like an Arch, only perhaps Sisters could control the happenings within the ter'angreal and take out the Accepted, if required? Is it too far-fetched? If so, is there any way to adapt this to make it more suitable for the Grays? Perhaps Maegan Sedai, makes it as a sign of friendship to the Grays, an alliance?{Of course, we'd ask Arie, but I wanted your opinion on this.) I'm not sure. :s Just rambling.

Arette's response:

This is a really cool idea Smiley Maybe having the candidate in the ter'angreal like in the Arches would be too much but the t'a could show her there like in an interactive TV show. So the Accepted would be looking at herself doing things in the t'a and her decisions would make the person inside do things.

My response:

Ahhh, that is much better.  It will be safer too, but she'd feel the experience nonetheless. I'll post it up on the Gray Ajah board so that Arie and Mat can give their opinions too.

What do you think Mat? Andrea? Taea? :) I hope you didn't mind me mentioning Maegan, it's just an alternative as I was thinking of who had the Talent of "Create Ter'angreal" in WT, is all. :)

So the question here is: What does your character think that needs to be done in preparation for the Last Battle?

That preparation must come in waves, that influence everyone rather than specific Ajahs. Example, all Sisters who can to take up learning about warfare and the necessary weaves. :) The other would be to speed up the work each Ajah is supposed to do. For instance with the Grays, it would be cool if Sisters could be dispatched to form alliances for the war. I don't know if this would make fun RP, but it's worth a shot to atleast discuss this through. :)

Will your Sitter stand for the Law against the Shadow? (11 Sitters are needed so 10 can oppose)

Ziya will be for it. :) Annais was elected by the Sitters because she was supposed to implement things that as others have said, are bloody obvious. That would probably be her first reaction too, but basically, she will stand For the motion. :P

(Don't bite me if I don't make sense. :P New to the Hall stuff. xD)

I've already got one roommate, Tirzah's twin, Lucrecia, which is why I can have only one more. In case that was directed at me. :D