*Chuckles.* I got Mat after a tie breaker against Rhuarc.

Mat Cauthon is your name, and if it involves dice, it is your game. A simple man with simple desires, you hate to be tied down, but also feel as if you are being used. You despise nobles, and no-one can blame you, yet several of them call you "sir" or "General" or "Lord". Safe from the Power, and married to the heir to the Seanchan throne, what have you gotten yourself into?

*Nods.* Sound good.

Mat Cauthon 69%

Rhuarc 69%

Logain Ablar 63%

Rand al'Thor 56%

al'Lan Mandragoran 50%

Mazrim Taim 50%

Perrin t'Bashere Aybara 31%

Loial 19%

Shaitan... wait for it.... 0%

As for the general quiz...

You are Thom Merrilin. Like Thom, you are very talented, especially when it comes to stories and music. You were once a very important figure, but now you don't really have a place in life. You like to secretly suprise people.

Yup... Thom Merrilin 80%

And then... strangely enough I'm Nynaeve 70%

Followed by Egwene at 60%

Rand is at the bottom at 15%

And tied at 35% as my second and third lowest we have Elayne Trakand and... believe it or not... Mat Cauthon.

*Chuckles.* Makes a guy wonder huh?

*Chuckles.* I wouldn't be the only amazed person if that happened. Besides... *eyes volke* this is a one time thing.

*Smiles innocently at DL.* I'll go have a run in the forest when I'm done with my nap.

*Finally finishes his massive plate of fries.* Whoa... I'm gonna go sleep for a month now.

*Nods.* Good reason to be happy.

*Wonders whether volke had meant to hug Icey of DL just now.*

*Shrugs and gets back to eating his fries.* Hey there, Gill... what's up?

*Chuckles and accepts the hug.*

*grins* you can't have her all to yourself Loran

*Chuckles.* Exactly.

Needs a quick drink before heading out into the day... what ya go handy Volke? *grabs one of Loran's fries*...needs salt.

*Hands Icey the salt shaker.* Here you go.

*Chuckles.* No need for me to snuggle DL... you already gave her one. *shrugs and goes back to crunching fries.*

*Grins and eats fries.*

Whoa... that does sound stressful. *Eyes Volke hugging DL and gets back to munching his fries.*

*Grins at DL.* Please do...

*Glances at Icey.* Feel free too.

I'll take all the help I can get... tastes pretty good too. You know you want to.

*Grins at volke.* You joining us?

*Stares at the plate.* Whoa... that is a lot of fries.

Thanks volke.

*Eyes the plate curiously.* That plate is... regular dishware right? Broad, flat vessel upon which food is served?

*Accepts the plate and nods.* A good meat sauce to dip the fries into.

*Grins.* That's pretty awesome!

*Thinks for a moment.* You know what... a plate of fries would be good.

*Drools.* Whoa... you do the cooking Volke? Whoever did that knows their way around the kitchens.

*Grins.* I think I'll take another one now.

lol u like flaming shots? have u tried my own special flame throwers? *sets up a line of flame throwers* careful with these u will burn more than ur eyebrows off with these

 

*eyes Dragon* "ill take a line as well Dragon!"

 

*Grins and downs of of DL's Flaming Shots.* Whoa... it's like the whole world just lit up.

*Cautiously licks his lips.* Might have to pace myself a little with these ones.

 

"A little to much for you Loran?"

*Grins.* I like doing things at my own pace...

*sets up a line of flame throwers for volke*

 

lol any time u want some loran just shout

*Chuckles as he downs the last one.* I'm gonna clear my head a little first.

*Grins at Icey.* Hello there.

*Grins and downs of of DL's Flaming Shots.* Whoa... it's like the whole world just lit up.

*Cautiously licks his lips.* Might have to pace myself a little with these ones.

*Downs a Flaming Shot and blows a smoke ring.* Good stuff!

*Eyes DL.* What does that mean?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuK2A1ZqoWs

I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handlebars

No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handlebars

No handlebars

Look at me, look at me

hands in the air like it's good to be

ALIVE

and I'm a famous rapper

even when the paths're all crookedy

I can show you how to do-si-do

I can show you how to scratch a record

I can take apart the remote control

And I can almost put it back together

I can tie a knot in a cherry stem

I can tell you about Leif Ericson

I know all the words to "De Colores"

And "I'm Proud to be an American"

Me and my friend saw a platypus

Me and my friend made a comic book

And guess how long it took

I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome

No metronome

No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone

On the telephone

On the telephone

Look at me

Look at me

Just called to say that it's good to be

ALIVE

In such a small world

All curled up with a book to read

I can make money open up a thrift store

I can make a living off a magazine

I can design an engine sixty four

Miles to a gallon of gasoline

I can make new antibiotics

I can make computers survive aquatic conditions

I know how to run a business

And I can make you wanna buy a product

Movers shakers and producers

Me and my friends understand the future

I see the strings that control the systems

I can do anything with no assistance

I can lead a nation with a microphone

With a microphone

With a microphone

I can split the atoms of a molecule

Of a molecule

Of a molecule

Look at me

Look at me

Driving and I won't stop

And it feels so good to be

Alive and on top

My reach is global

My tower secure

My cause is noble

My power is pure

I can hand out a million vaccinations

Or let'em all die in exasperation

Have'em all healed of their lacerations

Have'em all killed by assassination

I can make anybody go to prison

Just because I don't like'em and

I can do anything with no permission

I have it all under my command

I can guide a missile by satellite

By satellite

By satellite

and I can hit a target through a telescope

Through a telescope

Through a telescope

and I can end the planet in a holocaust

In a holocaust

In a holocaust

In a holocaust

In a holocaust

In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handle bars

No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars

No handlebars

No handlebars

Great song... pretty much covers politics and some of the stuff going on today.

Loran sprinted hard leaping over rocks as he made his way back to the camp. Sweat ran down his body as he sped past an aiel going the opposite way. He glanced back for a brief second and almost tripped as his foot landed in a shrub. Furious he pushed himself harder determined to get the very dust behind him rising into the air. Finally the lights came into sight and he jumped onto a rock. He stood for a moment looking down on the large camp. He saw several people he had never met before. With a grin he launched himself into the air flipping neatly onto his feet.

He jogged into the camp slowly passing tend by tent. Finally he spotted a sweat tent with familiar faces. He dropped his cat like grace as he stepped boldly into the Tent. "I see you Tess, Barm, Ata." he said with a nod to each of them. He turned his eyes onto the unfamiliar aiel. "I see you." he said again nodding to them. He stripped down revealing veins running along well toned muscle. He looked like an athlete but then again he was one. He settled down on a seat laying his hunting knife down by his side. He met sharp stares with a casually dismissive glance. He didn't like taking chances. It wasn't his fellow aiel he was worried about most of them had more experience than him in battle. He wasn't about to pick a fight. It was rather a precaution against the strange feeling he had as he approached the camp.

He dismissed the thoughts and settled back to listen to the others talk.

Yeah... sorry about taking so long.  :-[

Korvin pulled back his wooden practice sword and surveyed the man before him. A dangerous looking fellow, a sure veteran.

Korvin nodded to himself. "What are you doing up on the tower walls?" Korvain said sharply "It is no way to get about joining the warders if that is what you seek to do!"

Korvin beckoned to the man as he turned and headed off towards one of the stairs leading down to the ground.

He fingered his practice sword as he waited expectantly at the head of the stairs. A very dangerous man. What was he doing hiding up on the tower walls? Better keep an eye on him.

Akron stalked stealthily through the dark gloomy blight. His golden eyes flashed in the darkness as he gazed around himself cautiously. He held his long white blades firmly in either hand, ready to move like lightning.

He had grown up in the blight in a way it was his home. He had never given up his home nation of Malkier he often haunted it venting anger and frustration on any beast that dared bar his way. The trollocs and fades in the blight called him the shadow stalker.

He had the inborn spark and could channel. He didn't do it very often though, he prefered the close and personal melee battles.

He stalked on moving for Tarwins gap. He hadn't been in the civilized world for a long time and now was a s good a time as any to return.

Breaking into a silent run he powered off into the night. The faintest of rustles alerted him just in time to roll out of the way. A large black scythe landed where he would have been.

Akron looked up into the eyes of the largest trolloc he had ever seen. He didn't have time for fear though as he swiftly dodged the next lunge. The best defence around here was a strong offense. He started spinning his swords as he advanced. His blood pounding heavily in his veins. He narrowly dodged a fatal blow just as he heard a cry. It sounded like a woman. In that split second when the Trolloc paused Akron slit its throat. He took off into the direction of the scream.

Laros didn't know why he had decided to join the Lord Dragon in the last battle. After all he was in the traitors tree. Something had pulled at him though and he was helplessly dragged here. He had left the Black Tower not long before the arrival of Logain. He had always hated being cooped up, before joining the Black Tower he had often roamed the edges of the blight. His father had died there after being betrayed by his closest friend.

He had roamed through out the nations constantly in hiding. Quietly tracking down darkfriend after darkfriend. He despised darkfriends, and he felt it was his duty to take them out.

Now he stood in the camp of the Golden Crane. He had of course inverted a weave to hide that he could channel. He didn't change his appearance though. If he died he would die as he was. He didn't have any intention of dying however. His only intention was to kill as many darkfriends as he could.

He looked up as al'Lan Mandragoran rode past on a fiery black stallion. A hard man a very hard man, but like himself only as hard as he had to be.

Keeping a close look out for Ashaman he slinked of into a quiet area of the camp to rest.