Alright, I have no clue what that bit means. For me to play in Retro, what It essentially means is I’ll be telling a bit of Ellisha’s past life, when she was still a Novice or Accepted. (No alternative timelines, and other scary terminology needed.) As for how much Retro I’m willing to do; the answer to that would be: However much is needed. I enjoy writing up stuff and making stories, so it would be no hassle on my part to write up a few decent sized posts for you. Just let your own creative minds flow, and I’ll be sure to keep up.

Now to your questions, I might have a few ideas…

Instead of having Lea’s character show you back to your room, we can make it so Ellisha (In early Novice form) be assigned as your character’s mentor (be it against her will). To show you around the Tower and what not. As for the Novice room, there aren’t too much detail on this specific topic. But going merely by memory it is pretty bare. One bed, built into the wall. One writing desk with a single chair. And a wash basin, plus a small wardrobe to hang your crap in.

Hope that helps.

Whoops wrong thread to be posting this.

Thats right :D

Sounds fine. I can do something along those lines. I'll probably have O'reilly point it out to Ackley, and then the whole series of events. What do you think about the picket line idea?

We're taking EB (Character EB) to NPC Sherper (haven't decided a name yet), who is an infantry sergeant that hates paperwork (like everyone else). So he'll probably take one look at EB, and then glance at the potential paper work, and then decide to just throw her in a cell for an indefinite amount of time until the boss comes back. 

That's how i have it in my head at least. In the meantime, Jeral can just go have a lie down.

Posted Ackley's perspective. So Quiba... how exactly is it you intend Mehrin to be discovered?

Also EB, when you inevitably come in to rescue Mehrin, is it possible you cut the ropes tying the horses to the picket line? This way you and Mehrin can make a feasible escape, and the entire company would be down to around 30 horses.

I have a feeling Ackley would somewhere down the line be convinced Mehrin isn't a darkfriend, and when that happens, i think it would be best for the Children to be the weakest factor in play out of the three factions.

Ackley would ride ahead to try and catch you two with his remaining mounted thirty, whilst the rest with O'Reily would try and catch up on foot.

EB won't have problems killing a few Whitecloaks, would she?

I'm nearly Aes Sedai. But the idea of retro is that it is in the past, so i can still write her as if she were a novice.

Ackley laughed along with the rest as their guest at the fire told a joke. The meeting of Tavrin Callas had turned out to be a pleasant surprise; the man was good natured, and bought about a fresh set of mind to an otherwise bored crowd. The young Hundredman leaned back against the fallen log that a few of the men had bought down to use as a temporary bench, and yawned, opening his mouth wide and cupping one hand against it. The warmth of the fire and his fill at the stew pot was making him feel particularly sleepy.

He returned his attention back on the middle aged man sitting across the fire from him, as Tavrin Callas told the others of how he'd come by his sword. Ackley's brows furrowed slightly as he squinted, examining the figure's expression in greater detail. For the second time that day, Ackley felt a distinct sense of unease looking at the man. There were things he wasn't telling them about his personality. How had he come by that... 'hardness' to his eyes? Those are not the looks of a bumbling traveler who claims he doesn't know how to swing a sword. Ackley had seen enough battles and enough good men die, to know he was probably dealing with a veteran. Someone who is traveling alone; by himself, definitely hides more than he would lets show. Ackley didn't blame the man for doing what he was doing. In fact, had the positions been reversed, he would have probably done the same.

Tavrin looked up, and noticed Ackley looking at him. He nodded to the young Hundredman and asked: "your turn to answer, sir. What drew you to the Children of the Light?" There are so many, pardon me for saying, unpleasant rumours about the order."  

Ackley smiled; the man also had a talent for snooping out other people's business it seems. "Why I joined the order?" he barked, falling for some reason into an exaggerated Illianer accent. "Why, that do be because I want to be huntin' them Witches. Stinkin' women and their light accursed Magi."

He noticed out of the corner of his eye, O'Reilly give him a disapproving frown and a small disapproving shake of his head. A few of the men chuckled from around the fire. By now, everyone should know what Ackley thought about the Children's policy on Aes Sedai; most of them hadn't joined the order for that purpose either. Ackley had known nearly all of them from the very beginning, back when they were still farm levies from that border villages in Amador.

Ackley had been a scholar once; or at least, got as far as having read a few book before running away to join an army. Yet even someone with a rudamentary knowledge of history would know, that the Aes Sedais weren't darkfriends. They had helped the world from before and after the collapse, and were definitely in the category of the Light. Only the completely ignorant would believe in what the Order teaches them. Ignorant, or...

He turned slightly and allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark as he carefully looked over at a nearby campfire. A single man sat there, poking the embers of his small fire with a rod of stick. Mr Flatface sat by himelf at the fire, content to share his own company with himself as the rest of them talked. Apart from the ignorant, there were the truly fanatic; and those were the ones that will never be convinced. The man didn't seem to be paying much attention to their conversation, but Ackley lowered his voice anyway.

"As for the unpleasant rumours..." he said, eyeing the man sideways and giving him a dark look. "Well, rumours aren't always formed from imaginative fabrication." He paused a second, looking back again at the direction of the Questioner. "There are always bad eggs in a nest, and if I were you, I'd rather not stick around to find out which ones which."

He made himself relax a bit; leaning back and taking up a slouched pose to make his body look less rigid. He gave the man a small smile, and then yawned once more.   

~Ackley Carnel
Hundredman in the Army of the Light

I can be an NPC infantry that guards EB

I'm good to go whenever.

I'm good to go whenever.

I'm good to go whenever.

I'm good to go whenever.

My character (Ellisha) already had a room mate. But I can still do a retro RP as her to help you out. Just won't be a "meet the room mate" one though.

Whatever Quibby comes up with, I can't wait to see it :D

There will most likely soon be a scene where EB and Mehrin are fighting their way through the Children camp, then stealing horses to run off into the distance.

Jeral Ahan was dying. He knew of this, and for some reason, he found he wasn’t afraid of what was to come.  His entire life, he had devoted all his energy to self preservation. Yet now as he lay in a puddle of his own blood, having done the exact opposite to what twelve years of instincts had taught him, the eighteen year old youth suddenly felt very peaceful inside, knowing he had helped protect the things he loved. The pain would soon fade – his mind, was ready to embrace its final closure. Something gently lifted him up from the ground, and Jeral felt the pressure of his chest against a foreign body. It’ll soon be over…

“Jeral? Jeral, can you hear me? You’ve got to stay awake.”
That voice… it sounded vaguely familiar. Was it… He sank further into the warm touches of the dark abyss below – descending into the pit of eternal rest. He was very tired. “Jeral, wake up. Wake up. You can’t go to sleep.” He opened his eyes a crack, though the effort rejuvenated the pains in his chest.  The voice was very persistent. It stopped him from having his rest.

His eyes focussed on the dim world above, and he found himself looking at a woman with light olive skin and raven black hair.  Tristeen. Jeral’s half sister was one of the few people he could have trusted to be with, during the final few moments of his life. He reached out to her, raising one trembling arm to beckon her close. “Tris…” he croaked, knowing his throat no longer worked properly. “Tell Ma… tell her, I won’t be home for supper.” Those coal black eyes – so full of worry and love, stared back at him, unwavering. Tristeen was a strong woman, someone who Jeral had always looked up to when still a child. The woman just stared down at him, not speak or saying a word. Jeral didn’t need her to say anything. He just… needed, her to be with him. His family was safe, his friend were safe. To him, that was all that mattered.  

~Jeral Ahan
Private in the Band of the Red Hand, Scouting Division.

Hmmmm... I think I can give it a shot. Got a few ideas on how to pull the O' Guilt wagon.

Update: Posted. Tristeen was Jeral's half sister, but had been taken to the Tower when Jeral was still very little. So at this moment, he is mistaking EB for her.

Looks good to me. We'll see what the others think. Maybe they have different ideas...

Besides, I'm not exactly in a position to complain.

Completion of Ellisha's RP where she first encounters and discovers the existence of the Black Ajah.

Req Complete: Choice RP Three - Goodbye My Old Friend - 8777 [seven posts] [Complete]

Completion of Ellisha's RP with Aril on practicing for the final test.

Req Complete: Choice RP Three - Anger Management Issues - 1950 [Three posts] [Complete]

Ellisha starts mentoring a new novice to the Tower.

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I don't know how Mehrin intends to be discovered though... I have a few ideas, though I'd rather Quibs tell me what he wants first.

And EB should be sneaking into camp anyway, so that won't matter too much. 

Yes... I think Miri coming in with 5 cav banders is the only way to solve this situation right now. That, or give Jeral a gun.

I should make a new character... A blood thirsty Tinker.

^ LOL I'm also in complete agreement with you there. Bloody stinkin' horses.