I'm here, wench.  Promise promise.. I'll go bed soon again.

I'll get this up and collected tomorrow, my sweet.  Aye, and for the Whites too. :)

The Homecoming (Solo RP) 1/3 posts

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,41637.0.html

0/15 threads completed!

Standing on a platform in the middle of nothing, Rendra eyed the horse warily.  She wasn’t terribly experienced with riding or horses, but in her mission, appearances were everything.

She was Skimming from the Fortress to outside of Tanchico, and cursing over and over again not being familiar with anything outside of the city itself.  Oh sure, Skimming was faster than riding the entire distance, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about the hours of standing in unrelieved nothingness waiting for her weaving to carry her home.

Still, she felt so… so relieved… to have been trailed and tested, to be accepted as a Dreadlady in service of the Great Lord.  To have the freedom to roam the world in service to the higher cause, to be able to… to be able to extract revenge on those who had done her wrong.  Oh sure, it had been some time since she had gone through that, but duty had kept her tied to the Fortress longer than she would have wished.

Her platform stopped moving abruptly.  It was hard to say what told her; there had been no sense of motion the entire time, no wind in her hair or anything of the like.  Rendra opened herself to <i>Saidar</i> and wove the gateway to exit this nowhereland, making sure to nudge the horse out in front of her.  She smiled in satisfaction – the sun was starting to set, and there was nobody in sight.  The dying sunlight glinted off of towers in the distance as she awkwardly mounted the horse; it was time to go find a nice inn.

Rendra Harella

Dreadlady

Pushing herself out of her chair, Mari impulsively hugged Thera.  Squeezing gently, she managed to stumble back from where the other woman was seated without falling over as she rose from her half-crouch.  “Thanks Thera, you’ve given me a lot of food for thought, even if it’s perhaps not the taste I want in my mouth.”  She chuckled softly, shaking her head, “Taeadra is a <b>very</b> headstrong woman, and I guess I’m just going to have to learn how to be more stubborn than she is… perhaps I can find a mule to teach me.”

Sighing, she headed for the door, “Thanks again,” Mariasha started, opening the door, “I’m going to… go... something.”  She stepped through and shut the door behind her, and started out across the Yards.

She’d not gotten more than a hundred paces towards the Tower when her steps slowed, and then stopped.  The young Warder’s thoughts were much like honey – torpid and squishy.  Still, it suddenly dawned on her that she probably looked a right fright.  <i> “I should go clean myself up before going to talk to Taeadra,” </i>  she told herself firmly, turning back towards the barracks, <i> “She won’t take me seriously if I look a mess, and I have to come from a position of strength, not of weakness.  Plus, if I make her wait longer, it might make her easier to work with… yes…”</i>

Upon arriving in her chamber, she closed the door behind herself and sat down on the bed.  She had only gotten as far as removing a single boot, and tugging at the next, before she found herself flat-out asleep on the bed.

After having a much-needed rest, Mariasha’s body still felt leaden, and her mind quite asleep.  Stifling a yawn, she levered herself up.  She eyed her still-booted foot ruefully, and proceeded to finish the job she had started before passing out on herself.  A bath would do her mind wonders.

The sun hung low in the sky before her as the Andoran made her way back towards the White Tower proper.  She was as pristine as she could be – her hair was brushed and pulled back, her boots were shined, and her clothing was spotless between.  She was still unsure in her heart if this would be good for her friendship with her Sister… but protecting the woman she was bound to was the most important thing.

Congratulations to Gianna and the Blues! :)

Woots!  Will start a new thread for Dreadlady tracking once I figure out what all I'm doing there/find the brain power to start some new RPs. ;)

Could be, considering it seems most of us feel in the middle. :)

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OOC - hopefully this is alright? :)

Once in the room she’d been assigned, Rendra looked at her subject.  It was an old woman, bent and withered.  Her iron-gray hair was in a bun, and she was eying the young Adept warily.

The Taraboner smirked, and opened herself to <i>Saidar</i>.  Binding the serving woman with flows of Air, Rendra said nothing for a long moment before speaking, “You have some important information for me, and I think that you should consider giving it up.”  The old woman sniggered; it was obvious that she didn’t think much of Rendra or her current situation.  “Silence!” Rendra proclaimed, extending her existing weave to gag the prisoner.

<i> “What kind of pranks have some of the students here gotten up to for a servant to be so blasé about being bound with the One Power?” </i> she mused as she paced the small cell, <i> “Perhaps she’s mad or something.  Or perhaps she’s a repeat offender, and knows that I cannot kill her for this.”</i>  Glowering, she continued to pace and think.

Over the next few hours, Rendra tried several different ways to get her prisoner to talk.  She bound the woman’s ears and tried the illusion of fire, complete with little weaves of the element dashing at her toes.  The ear blocking, of course, was so she didn’t have to deal with getting laughed at for not getting the sound right; it was easier to not attempt the illusion of sounds yet.  She attempted weaving images of Trollocs and other such monstrous creatures, but as her ‘skill’ with such was so new that the effect was really laughable… at least, as best as someone can laugh around a gag of Air.

As she despaired of ever breaking her subject, Rendra recalled something that had been said, “…severe damage that may threaten their life is not allowed...”

Nodding slowly to herself, she slightly constricted the weave of Air wrapped around the serving woman.  The subject looked at her steadily, but the young Adept could see a bit of doubt creeping into her eyes.  Smiling, she wove another flow of Air and whapped the woman across the back with it.  Not waiting for the initial reaction to die down, she thwapped the second weave against the back of the woman’s legs.  She kept this up, slightly constricting the first weave here, increasing the size of the second weave there.  It wasn’t too long before she released the bit gagging the woman’s mouth, and not much longer past that before she was able to retrieve the desired bit of knowledge.

Rendra unbound the woman, and shut the door behind her.  She was extremely tired, but relieved to be done with this task.  She wasn’t sure what she felt for her subject – it wasn’t pity, but more annoyance that she couldn’t threaten her with anything worse.  Still, judging by the reactions, perhaps if she was a repeat offender, none of the other students who had worked her over in the past had thought to go for the physical.  She wasn’t terribly happy that she’d resorted to that, but didn’t want to lose to… that sad little thing.   <i>”Still,” </i> she reflected tiredly, <i>”I could stand to learn more about interrogation… I’m sure that not everyone would fold to a beating…”</i>

Purse... party?  That sounds bloody godawful.  I got mine from a street-vendor in London, and that's good a-freaking 'nough for me.

Your Weapon Score is issued to you after you complete your introduction thread, which should culminate in meeting the Mistress/Master of Trainees.. whichever it's going to be this week based on (OOC) Eqwina's IRL/(IC) Thera's health. :D

*looks up*  Oi boy, out of my shadow!  >__>

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Raeyn

Mad Brownie of the Burnt persuasion

*squishes*  Ack woman... my good thoughts to the family of your friend.

Heh... I wouldn't know anything to any degree if Neil and myself hadn't research that stuff back in 2007.  It DEFINITELY made more sense for me to come out here. :)  But yeah, I'm going to say that he probably knows more about US immigration law than I do, and that we're probably on par for UK immigration law.

You still have to do visas to get a Greencard, Rasheta. :)

Shh.... set you on fire. <__<

*snuggles and grins*

Yes dear, but he seems to have become invisible.  Back to work with you, cutes. ;)

Cute little showoff.  *grins*

15 threads of any stripe, my sweet.  Though teaching counts double. ;)

Yay!

I just have to finish an ongoing class (I'm pretty sure) and confirm that the biography I submitted counts as raising credit, and then I am LE DONE!  And then I can start on the unenviable task of grinding to Greater Dreadlady. :D

Yeah, visa charges aren't pretty or cheap... we've spent quite a bit already, and have quite a bit more to spend. -__-

*waves*  Be welcome!  All it really takes to join a division is to get a character biography approved.  Once that's done, you'll get added into the mix!

That's right, he's in Cali and all... definitely lovely weather, even if the Pacific Ocean is a tad depressing.  I'd love to make it out LA way again some year to see my baby cousins.. they're getting big!

Engagements are big news... as are degrees.  I'm glad that the time away gave you ample chance to kick ass and take names... and spend a lot of time at TarValon.net - I know the :look! ;)  So yup, deffo uber congrats are in order!

Have you guys decided who is moving where, and when?  There are a couple of people around the fandom who could probably be of help with visa-related queries. :)