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  1. “I couldn’t agree more, love,” Merdyn said with a satisfied smile. He just learned something new about his Warder: the man liked to read. That wasn’t an uncommon characteristic… among the wealthy. Had he learned his letters at the Black Tower or did that happen before? Merdyn made a mental note to ask about that later. He waved a hand over the leather-bound tomes and said, “Take your pick. Is there a particular subject that you’d want to learn more about?” Whatever Nox’s answer was would influence Merdyn’s next book purchase. The other initiates might not fancy reading, but if they glimpsed the Asha’men doing it… He would have to nudge Nox into reading the books out in a public space. Once Nox made his way through the material, Merdyn would convince some of the less learned Asha’men to start educating themselves. It wouldn’t take much to manipulate the lot of them to better themselves, so long as none of them realized that they were being manipulated. In time, Merdyn could begin organizing actual classes for the new initiates. The Black Tower would surpass the White Tower, one day, in all areas of skill. The Asha’men would be the most powerful, most skilled, most- Nox began digging into the first book and made an off-handed comment about Merdyn’s spending habits. He laughed and gave his Warder a sheepish smile, “I know, I know… Old habits die hard. Rest assured that I will only be spending my gold on bettering the Black Tower and our Brothers- for now at least. I have some plans in motion for the future. If all goes to plan, I will have my own estates again, and thus a steady stream of income. We are not hurting for coin yet, so do not worry your pretty head about that.” Merdyn embraced the Source and used a flow of Air to open the last package. A sizeable cut of beef laid within, nestled next to fresh herbs and a few garlic bulbs. That was the last surprise: a hearty dinner for the two of them. The thread of Air shifted and the package rose from the bed and came to float before Merdyn. “Well, love, I’ll get dinner started while you dig into those books. I hope you’re hungry,” Merdyn said happily and went to the door, the food floating after him. He opened the entrance and found a young man standing upon the steps, fist raised halfway to the door as if he were about to knock. Merdyn cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Yes, Soldier?” The young man looked abashed and gave a jerk of a bow, “M’lord. Beg pardon, but this letter came through Gateway. It is for you, M’lord.” He shoved a folded piece of parchment into Merdyn’s hands, gave another jerky bow and ran off before Merdyn could say a word. He looked down at the wax seal and raised his eyebrow further. The Alliance?
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  3. Viviane and her circle of sisters stopped at the large doors, that now hung open, to the Testing Room. The ring of seven sisters broke apart to form a line behind Viviane as she turned to face the open doorway. The Amyrlin Seat and her Keeper stood within the room, Viviane could see them clearly just a few paces beyond the threshold. “Who comes here?” The Amyrlin’s voice called from within the room. “Viviane Accylon,” she answered proudly. “For what reason do you come?” “To swear the Three Oaths and thereby claim the shawl of an Aes Sedai,” Viviane called out again. It was incredibly difficult not to smile or show any emotion during this ceremony. She had worked so long, so hard to get here. Viviane would not screw this up with her own base urges. She was no flighty chit. She was- would be- Aes Sedai! “By what right do you claim this burden?” The Amyrlin asked loudly, no hint of emotion. “By right of having made the passage, submitting myself to the will of the White Tower.” “Then enter, if you dare, and bind yourself to the White Tower.” The Amyrlin, in a red brocaded dress slashed with the other six colors of the Ajahs and the infamous stole around her neck, stood behind the oval Ter’angreal. The Keeper stood at her side, wearing a modest dress of red and green, her own stole draped loosely around the neck, holding a black velvet cushion in both hands. Every Sitter was in attendance this morning, each wearing their own shawls, grouped by Ajah; in front of each grouping of Sitters was a Sister holding a shawl no doubt meant for Viviane. Calm, placid faces watched Viviane as she crossed into the room. She passed beneath the oval Ter’angreal and came to the Amyrlin, kneeling before the woman. The Amyrlin took the Oath Rod from the cushion that the Keeper held. Viviane had to keep from gasping at the sight of it. She had read about it, heard about it, and even talked about it, but a part of her never thought that she would actually hold the Oath Rod itself. It was a crime that Mother and Grandmother were not here to witness her Raising. The Amyrlin placed the Rod into Viviane’s outstretched palms. The Amyrlin embraced the Source and touched the Rod with a thin flow of Spirit. Viviane closed her hands around the smooth ivory-white cylinder and spoke clearly, “Under the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will speak no word that is not true.” The Oath settled upon her, and it felt like a tight bag had been slid over her entire being. She would have gasped for air if she had not practiced such self-control over the years. “Under the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will make no weapon for one man to kill another.” The bag became a tiny box as the second Oath settled upon her. Still, Viviane did not show her discomfort, nor her eagerness. “Under the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I vow that I will never use the One Power as a weapon except against Shadowspawn, or in the last extreme of defending my life or that of my Warder or another sister.” The tiny box became a coin purse as the last vow settled upon Viviane. It was a flexible coin purse, to be sure, but oh, light, how it hurt her skin. How long until this feeling would leave her? How many hours? Or worse, days, would she have to endure this tightness? “It is half done, and the White Tower is graven on your bones,” The Amyrlin said, taking the Rod from Viviane and replacing it upon the cushion. “Rise now, Aes Sedai, and choose your Ajah, and all will be done that may be done under the Light.” Viviane rose, careful not to appear stiff, and offered the Amyrlin a formal curtsy before bending to kiss her Great Serpent ring. Slowly, and with as much calm and grace as she could manage, Viviane walked towards the Sisters of the Red Ajah. The sisters from the other Ajahs began making their courtesies to the Amyrlin and then departed. First the Yellows, then the Greens, the Browns, the Whites, the Greys, and then the Blues. The remaining Reds gathered around Viviane and laid the red-fringed shawl around her shoulders. This was it. Viviane was becoming an Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah. “Welcome, Sister, to your new home.”
  4. It was done. Viviane sat kneeling on the ground before the small table in her room, a single candle glowing before her. Shadows danced along the wall as the flame flickered too and fro. There was no detectable breeze, but there must be some unseen draft with the candle's behavior. Everything was silent in the hallways of the Accepted’s Quarters; most of those girls would have found sleep for the night. Not Viviane. She was contemplating her future… And how tired she would inevitably feel come the morning. Not that Aes Sedai let fatigue touch them, oh no. At the very least, Viviane sat alone with a full stomach. The kitchens certainly had outdone themselves on that meal. Smoked salmon on a bed of buttered greens. Warm honey oat bread and clear bone broth. Candied bacon and roasted potatoes. Custard filled tarts and several types of sugared berries. Wine that had not been watered. Tremalking black tea. Viviane’s mouth began to water at the thought. She pushed it out of her mind as quickly as she could. There would be time to eat whatever she liked once she had gained the shawl. It was a great injustice that one was not administered the Oaths as soon as they passed the test, but the White Tower was nothing if not traditional. There was nothing for it but to focus on the flame that danced before her. Viviane did not really want to contemplate her testing. It had all come flooding back to her as soon as she had stepped out of the Ter’angreal. Light, would she have to face such trials if she lived to see the Last Battle? She would be prepared if such was the case. At least she would never have to deal with any of the horrible situations involving her family… Hopefully. Her mother still lived. Best to put that out of her mind. The Tower was her home and the Sisters were her family now. She would be bound to them for eternity once she took the Oaths. Oh, she would certainly remain in contact with Mother, but it might be best if she never went to Camelyn to call on her. Mother could come here to visit. There would be less risk of anyone noting that the two were related, and then no one could use Mother against her… If it ever came to that- the Light forbid. One had to consider the possibilities when one had decided upon the Red Ajah. So strange. Years and years ago, Viviane had decided upon the Blue. It wasn’t until a certain Red sister took a liking to Viviane that she had started to doubt her convictions of Ajah choice. Viviane had grown up on the rougher side of Camelyn. She had seen what it was like for the poor and the destitute. Upon entering her name in the Novice Book, Viviane had vowed to herself that she would become Aes Sedai if only to help ensure that the people of the land were taken care of. Blues were obsessed with their causes and they held more than a little sway with many nations. It seemed so simple at the time. The Reds, however, were literally the sworn protectors of the world. They were the force that stood between humanity and the Shadow. They protected everyone that walked under the Light. Yes, they hunted and gentled men that could Channel, but that was only a small fraction of what it meant to be a Red Sister. People only focused on that mission because those same men were the biggest threat to the world. There hadn’t been many wars between the nations in recent memory. Light, even the Battle of the Shining Walls could be chalked up to the vanity of a single ruler. To be Red was to be flexible. To be Red was to be a guardian. To be Red was to be selfless. To be Red was to hold as much love in your heart as possible! If that were not true, why would so many women take up that shawl and vow to themselves to protect humanity from the horrors of the world… And even to protect humanity from itself. Viviane’s mission had never changed. It was only her view on the world that had changed, and thus her plans to achieve her mission. She would strike out and go to- A knock sounded at the door. It was time. Viviane had no need to school her face, she had already felt like serenity incarnate. So lost she had been in her own thoughts, she did not notice that the candle was almost burnt out. The sky was turning from black to a deep shade of violet outside of her window. Dawn was approaching. She rose from her spot on the floor with ease and went to the door, not hesitating to open it. She knew who lay on the other side. Seven sisters watched her as the door slowly swung back. Viviane was not surprised to find her favorite Red, Jagen Sedai, amongst them. Not a word was spoken by anyone. Viviane stepped out into the hallway and the seven women surrounded her, forming a sort of mock-honor guard, and they walked off into the dark hallways of the Tower.
  5. Aiden bummed a smoke off of the bouncer of all people. Years ago, during his band days, Aiden had been a chain-smoker. Oh, he had no business doing such a thing; cancer ran on both sides of the family. Still, he had an addictive personality and loved the act of smoking. It had been easier these last few years since he had switched to the good ole’ mary jane. The small amount of attention he had garnered in the last twenty minutes had pushed his brain back into rockstar mode and the nicotine craving along with it. They said you never truly quit the stuff… They weren’t lying. Nox and Aiden trailed off into a dark corner, away from the stream of people going in and out of the ‘secret’ rave. It felt good to be alone. It didn’t hurt that Nox was saying some pretty nice things either. “Oh?” Aiden said with a smile. Nox was around six feet tall and Aiden had a few inches on the man. By default, he had preferred shorter men. He hadn’t ever really met anyone that shared his height of six feet five inches, so most men were shorter than him. That was nice. It was easier to envelop them in a huge hug or toss them around the bedroom with ease. Nox wasn’t much shorter than Aiden, but there was enough of a difference for the two to fit together nicely. “I would’ve stayed if I had thought you’d wanted me to,” Aiden spoke smoothly before taking a drag off the menthol cigarette. He blew the smoke well away from Nox, trying to remain mindful of the fact that many people out there took great offense at being showered with secondhand smoke. Nox always tried to remain fit, due to his profession, so Aiden could only assume he would have detested the carcinogen. Note to self: grab a mint inside the club, Aiden thought to himself. Perhaps the night would involve a happy ending for the two of them. Aiden’s wallet vibrated. He flipped it open to see that his sister Rowan was leaving the club with her old ‘dealer.’ He sent a message back, reminding her to behave herself. She did not respond. Oh, yes. The night seemed to be progressing towards a very happy ending for Aiden. A crash sounded at the mouth of the alleyway. Maybe a happy ending was too much to hope for.
  6. Merdyn felt the shift in Nox’s emotions sliding into happiness; there was a touch of possessiveness in there too. It only served to feed Merdyn’s own pleasure. This was exactly the reaction he had been aiming for… Well, maybe fewer tears. With a tender touch, he fastened the chain around Nox’s neck and kissed the back of his head once the thing was done. Nox leaned into Merdyn and informed him that they would now be inseparable. The idea made Merdyn smile even more. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, love; but, we’re not going anywhere for a few days, I think. The meeting with the Red Ajah went well enough. I’ll be contacting them again in a week or so, but we need not travel to Tar Valon unless you’d like to see the city or the White Tower. We can hold our meetings through Gateway. Light, we might not even have to put pants on for these meetings if we position the Gateway properly,” Merdyn laughed at that. He could just see the prim Sister’s reaction if she realized that he was only half-dressed for such an important occasion. Of course, he would never do such a thing… Still. It was tempting. Merdyn opened himself up to the Source and embraced Saidin. The raging torrent of energy flooded into his being and he wove a few threads of Air. The packages flew over to the pair and landed gracefully upon their bed. He altered the threads of Air so that they became a blade, and he used them to cut open the biggest package. Nine leatherbound tomes spilled out of the brown paper and slid across the patched blanket. Each book was heavy and thick with good vellum paper, some even had illuminations illustrated within. The topics ranged from History all the way up to Philosophy. Merdyn had read each of these books during his tutelage as a young lordling. Any man in the Black Tower that worked his way through the tomes would find himself with a strong foundation for a successful life. There were no Ajah’s in the Black Tower, so why not do better and make sure the Asha’men were as well rounded in their skills as possible? “I picked up a few other things in Tar Valon, but these are for our Tower… How do you think the men would feel about learning more? More than just the Power?” Merdyn asked, nuzzling into Nox’s neck. The other package sat just beyond the books, but he didn’t open that one just yet.
  7. Viviane all but collapsed when she staggered through that gateway and into the round domed room of the Testing. Everything came rushing back to her in a blurry daze. All of the horrors she had endured, all the sorrows and woes she would have to live with. Viviane had been faced with the deaths of her very family. Had the Aes Sedai concocted the scenarios for the test? It was all so… cruel. The Mistress of Novices came forward, stepping up to Viviane. Without warning, she clapped her hands loudly and spoke in a loud voice. “It is done. Let no one ever speak of what has passed here. It is for us to share in silence with she who experienced it. It is done.” She clapped again. “Viviane Accylon, you will spend tonight in prayer and contemplation of the burdens you will take on the morrow when you don the shawl of an Aes Sedai. It is done.” The Mistress of Novices clapped her hands a third time and then spun on her heel. She walked serenely from the room, disappearing into the cavernous hallways of the basement levels. As if on cue, the other sisters rushed over to Viviane and began to fuss over her. A brown sister, Viviane could not remember her name, offered Healing. Viviane accepted gleefully. Light. I’ve done it. I’ve passed! Was all she could think as she was Healed, and then led back up to her room in the Accepted’s quarters. I will be Aes Sedai.
  8. @Taymist and @Cass are the ultimate resource on our RP, @Jagen Sedai. It seems that, in terms of the bond, the general rule is that either the AS or the AM is in control of the bond... certain rules apply, depending on who is in control, but one can figure that out with pre-existing RPs and bonds easily.
  9. @Jagen Sedai, if you're curious on the specifics of Merdyn's (@Oddpositions) and Nox's(@Matalina) bond, which is serving as the standard for AM/AM bonds... Wife Bond was preformed, but with tweaks that added in the Warder Bond benefits (Warder benefits for Nox and AS benefits for Merd.) Nox should be able to sense exactly where Merdyn is no matter how far away and vise versa, unless the bond is fuzzed out. Did not add the Compulsion element to it, so Merdyn would have to make an effort to influence Nox the way AS do Warders. The Death Rage aspect is ambiguous. I don't intend on having Merdyn die off, but if we ever cross that bridge, we have the option of going either way on that. Same-sex bond, so extreme emotions on one end runs the risk of leaking into the other.
  10. Viviane stepped through the doorway. 99 weaves she had preformed and she had all of the bruises, cuts, and welts to prove it. Where she had acquired these injuries, she did not know. It did not matter. Nothing mattered if she could not find the last star. Tar Valon rose ahead of her. That gleaming, perfect silhouette cast an imposing image as it rose high into the heavens; the sky a violent shade of crimson as the Sun sunk just behind the Tower. The air was choked with smoke and the stench of putrid blood. Viviane would have normally felt the sick rising in her throat at the smell of such things, but she was just so tired. Her body protested with every step taken. She could not remember a day where she had been more tired than this one. Surely she had endured worse as a Novice? Those days seemed to stretch into infinity… Would she even be able to embrace the Source for the final weave or would the exhaustion take her? Snow crunched as Viviane began her stately walk forward. A harsh wind carried over the countryside, reminding her that she was naked. Normally that would have bothered her, but for some reason, she didn’t even give it a second thought. Gooseflesh rose across every inch of her, but Viviane shrugged it off. The exhaustion was much worse than any dip in temperature. Screams rose in the distance. Bodies were strewn half-hazardly everywhere she looked. Blood leaked out upon the snow and ashes were caked upon the vitae; it served to make a ghastly painting of death upon the landscape. Fallen soldiers reached out to Viviane as she walked, crying out for help, for Healing, even for death. As much as it pained her, she had to ignore these men. Even if she could offer help, most seemed to be too far gone to even consider expending the energy. No. She had to keep moving. “Viv?” A voice called out from her left. Impossible, Viviane thought to herself. “Silence, wetlander!” Another voice called out. “VIV!” That first voice screamed again. That is just your imagination, Viv. Father has been dead for over twenty years. He died at the Battle of the Shinning… Viviane’s thoughts stopped at that concept. It was absurd to even consider the possibility. “Viv, why are you walking away!? This Aielman will-“ “Must I cut out your tongue!? Do not speak!” The second voice roared over the first. “That is my daughter, you savage! You will not keep me from-“ “I said SILENCE!” Screams and moans swelled throughout the atmosphere. Viviane kept walking. The cries of fallen warriors seemed to follow Viviane to the gates of Tar Valon. She ignored them all. Despite her sensibilities, it appeared that she had traveled back in time to 978 NE… How? She had been just a babe at the time… There was no weave known that could push an individual through time. Was this all a dream? Were the 100 weaves just an illusion? A fallacy to convey her own power? She knew that was not the reality of the situation, but still… There was that nagging feeling that all was not right in this reality. Despite it all, Viviane knew that she was witnessing the Battle of the Shining Walls. Father had perished in this very battle, and it seemed that she was hearing his death throes. Why? Perhaps all of this was a side effect of a newly surfacing Talent that she possessed. Maybe this was all a dream. Or perhaps she really was traveling through time, given the gift to change fates? Viviane doubted all of that. Somehow she knew that her father was supposed to be here. If it was not Father, it would have been Mother… She couldn’t say how she knew, but it was there nonetheless. Accylon blood needed to be spilled on this day, and there was no requisite. Father was the sacrificial lamb. Due to sheer coincidence… Perhaps it might have been Mother if she had been stronger in the Power… Perhaps… Viviane came to a stop over a six-pointed star; it was worked into the ground with red and yellow tiles. She embraced the Source and wove the 100th weave without thought. A shower of multi-colored flecks erupted into the air, spraying down upon Viviane and the bodies surrounding her. Another 6-pointed star seemed to manifest above the gates to Tar Valon just a few paces from Viviane’s right. She limped towards the star without thought, pushing her way to the end of her journey. She stepped through the gateway and-
  11. oh my gosh, @Jagen Sedai no worries ? It's not a big deal. Thanks for the follow up tho!
  12. Nox wept. The bond had shown that they were not tears of sorrow, however. Perhaps they had been at first, but the emotions that roiled around in Nox were shifting towards something brighter. There even seemed to be a modicum of serenity edging in there. The change had made Merdyn happy beyond words. He tightened his grip on his Warder- his Warder- that was a strange thought, but a welcome one. Perhaps he might call Nox his husband one day. Perhaps. That would be a conversation for another day. This Bond would have been enough change for Nox, of that Merdyn had been sure. “You are not broken,” Merdyn said as he looked intently into Nox’s eyes, “Don’t say that about yourself. Don’t let anyone say that about you. If I hear the men saying-“ He stopped that thought and took a breath. Nox was feeling Merdyn’s own emotions just as he had been feeling Nox’s. It would do neither of them any good if Merdyn grew angry. Madness was a fact of life at the Black Tower. No one, not any of the initiates at least, ever commented on the disabilities of the other men. The keyword there being ‘initiates.’ The village contained more than Soldiers and Dedicated and Asha’men. Merdyn had an inkling that some of the wives had been less than kind to Nox. Oh, they would never have said anything in front of Merdyn, but still, he heard the occasional side comment when the other men had been busy at the kegs. Merdyn might not have been able to control himself if anyone had called Nox broken, wive or not. That would not have been good for anyone. “You are perfect, love,” Merdyn went on in a more moderated tone, “I fell for you and everything that is you.” He kissed Nox again before gently extricating himself from his Warder’s grip, “I have a little something for you…” Embracing the Source, Merdyn wove a thread of Air and plucked one of the packages from the floor. The small brown parcel floated along on unseen hands and came to rest in the air between them. With another flow, Merdyn sliced away the string and paper wrappings. The bits fell away to the ground, leaving a gold locket and chain in their place, rotating on an axis. “I, uh, know you don’t always like new things, but I couldn’t help myself,” Merdyn spoke softly as he made his weaves pop open the clasp on the worked gold locket. Inside was a miniature portrait of Merdyn, painted with a skilled hand. Merdyn unbuttoned his black leather coat, shrugging it off so that he was in his shirtsleeves. He undid the laces at his neck and reached in, pulling out a similar locket on a gold chain. With another flow of Air, Merdyn’s own locket opened to show an identical portrait; although it had been of Nox instead of himself. “When I left, you weren’t ready for the Bond, so I thought this was the next best way to carry you next to my heart.” The portrait of Nox was remarkable in its likeness, indeed Merdyn had had to craft a few discreet Gateways to show the artist what Nox had looked like. Thankfully, Nox was not in the habit of looking up at the sky, otherwise he would have seen a strange man’s disembodied head staring at him. That surely would not have helped his Warder’s mental state, but it had been worth it in the end.
  13. Aiden tossed back a double whiskey and grabbed another from the bartender. Nox suggested the take things to the dancefloor, moving against him in a sort of half grind. That wolfish grin never really left Aiden’s face since they had entered the club and Nox’s movements had only served to make the smile grow. He winked at Nox and led the other man out into the sea of people. The air smelled warm and wet, the way all crowded clubs did, but that scent was punctuated with the scent of booze and weed. Bass thumped so hard, Aiden could feel his bones vibrating with the rhythm. Couples and groups bumped into Nox and Aiden as they navigated to the center of the dancefloor. One particular man’s pupils were so dilated, Aiden could barely see the whites of his eyes. Everyone here was on one sort of substance or another, not something uncommon since all drugs had been legalized in the CCD. Aiden didn’t mess with anything that didn’t grow out of the ground. It could have been a coincidence, but one of Blarney Stoned’s songs came on, a techno remix to be sure. Aiden rolled his eyes in a playful manner and grabbed Nox’s hips, pulling him in close. Aiden guided their bodies, gyrating to the music’s tempo. No one liked hearing a recording of their own voice, and the same applied to rock stars. Aiden wasn’t vain enough to listen to his own music, so it had been ages since he had heard this particular tune. The rest of the crowd seemed to lap it up. A few people around them even did a double-take when they noticed it was Aiden Finnegan himself dancing just a foot away. Without thinking, Aiden buried his face in Nox’s neck in a futile attempt at hiding from the people around them; there was no kissing, biting, or nuzzling, just hiding. It’s not that Aiden didn’t like the fame, quite the opposite… It’s just that fame had a crazy way of ruining a person’s private life. Nox and he would be forced to leave the club if the rest of the patrons decided they wanted Aiden’s autograph or a selfie or whatever. The night was too young for that and Nox was looking too tasty not to see where things went. Aiden realized what he had done. His face flushed with blood as embarrassment set in. He brought his head up to Nox’s ears and yelled, “Sorry! Some of them recognize me! Let’s run outside for a sec, see if I can bum a smoke off someone?” He pulled his head away and looked into Nox’s eyes, nodding his head towards the entrance.
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