*kicks Arath*

I say we sent him to Arad Doman for a while to clear his head. Also, he has to find a Domani who can cook their cusine really well so Arath and Covai don't have to keep making gateways halfway across the world for drinks and chinese food :D

More semi-serious idea is postings at Tear, since he's an Attack Leader now and the Storm Leaders are busy with other stuff. Tear is one of our main strongholds after all.

LMAO!

Wrong wine :P We're talking the BT's 'special wine'. You know, the one that's to die for  :o

*Pretends he didn't only JUST see this thread*

Covai Seriba

Storm Leader

Puncher of the Dragon Reborn

Scarer of the old ladies (Aka Aes Sedai)

One crazy red is enough for me to deal with :P

Covai shook his head. "Hardly. They'll probably try to skin me alive when they realise I'm gone again." Covai pushed the bundle of thoughts in his head to the side, and tried to cover it with an old blanket. "There's a certain degree to which we can mask our thoughts and feelings from each other, but I'm still no expert at it." Covai admitted with disappointment. "The whole judging distance thing is a pain as well. While I'm in Tar Valon its vague enough for me to get away with things. Its these runs home or to Arad Doman that gets me caught." Covai took a swipe at Arath's ankle with his foot for the grin the man had on his face as the last comment. "Hey I'm not saying its not worth it, just I need to find a way not to get caught."

"Anyways.." Covai directed their conversation back on track as they stepped outside. "I'm thinking of heading to see the wolfkin to see what they know about Shienar. Its been long enough since the battle, and they'll be more up to date on things then us. Besides, with the goings on with the White Tower, we should bring our allies up to speed. I'm reckon half a dozen of us should be enough to make things formal. Anymore than that and it'll put people of edge. Its hard enough to get the wolves to tolerate us as it is." Covai saw over his shoulder Nakor had left the side of the building and was following them. He didn't really feel like doubling back to get the man. It was his idea, so he'd be coming along, whether he knew it or not.

"What do you think Arath?" Covai asked. "Figured I should at least run it by somebody before I drag people off around the place with me."

"You've got to be kidding, right?" Covai waved a hand dismissively. "They're about as peaceful as tinkers, and half as likely to be as useful in their steddings. Still Stedding Shangtai isn't where we'll be headed." Pausing at the door, Covai pointed to a spot outside where there were some firewood logs stacked against the wall. "Wait here for me. I should be back in a second."

Heading inside, Covai wove his way between some Asha'man and...clerks? Guess business is booming. Covai thought with an amused grin. Missing out on this much paperwork almost made it worth dealing with Aes Sedai on a daily basis. Almost... Covai corrected himself as he stepped into a doorway to let two clerks past.

Between the piles of books Covai spied Arath trailing the two clerks. Stepping out of the corrider as the clerks walked past, Covai matched his pace with Arath, offering a grind and mock salute in greeting. "Ditching or helping with the paperwork?"

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Dashiva, its open for you to jump in if you like, and anybody else who wants to as well.

Covai ran his fingers through his hair, trying to hold back the irritation in his voice. "Listen Nakor, I know you've not been back a while, but even you should have heard of what happened in Sheinar, and I mean the details of it. Just why is it you think I've been stuck at the White Tower all this time? The fact is we just don't have the man power to go sniffing around there."

Covai paused at his own words and blinked. Sniff? A thought flickered across his mind. Pushing Nakor into a walk, Covai headed towards the council hall, he'd need to check something before he headed off.

"Tell me Nakor, ever been to a stedding?"

OOC: Hope that sets it up for you Nakor. Dashiva, feel free to jump in at this stage if you like. It'll be the first time we've seen each other since you got back, so just be prepared if Covai does a double take :P Arath can jump in as well, otherwise I'll NPC the other SL and we'll get going to the Stedding.

Arath shared an exasperated look with Covai, then began to turn toward the door, wondering just how to explain this to the Lord Dragon.  Blood and ashes!  Did the fool woman not see that the entire point of this visit was to come up with an agreement better than the previous one?  The old treaty said nothing of being allies!  The primary purpose had been to stop members of one tower from killing the other!  If we wanted to keep the old treaty we could have just stayed at the bloody Farm!  Before he could take a step though, the other Storm Leader reached out and stopped him.

In a surprisingly level voice, Covai tried again. "You do realise that you've just repeated back what's already been said, right?" Letting out a resigned sigh as he shrugged his shoulders, Covai wondered if the taint hadn't really effected the Aes Sedai more than the Asha'man. Dealing with this woman was like talking to a brick wall. A rather egotistical and deaf brick wall. Still, Jarron's orders were orders, and he wasn't able to back away from them.

"Whatever make you women happy." Covai said. "Keep your pride and the paper it's written on. You want to hold fast to the previous treaty, fine.  We dared hope for more, but we'll honor it.  But don't stick to it then talk about drawing up new papers in the same breath. You also wrongly assumed we wouldn't hold up our end. We never said that. Since you ladies seem to fond of word play, let me spell it out for you."

"You said that YOU did not put the Dragon in the box, as if that removed all burden of guilt from the Tower." Covai geustured towards Shevara. "All we said was that following that flawed logic, the treaty in existance is meaningless, since it was made with a dead madman, not with the Dragon. If you inferred that as a threat, that I'm saddened to see that logic and sense frightens you so."  Covai paused to spread his hands apart, allowing the comment to linger, as spiteful as doing so may have been.

"However I'm sure we can both accept those ideas and incorrectly arrived at. The treaty stands, as do previous burdens of guilt, which we have already agreed to move on from. So enough with the word games. The ... peace ... between us is affirmed."

"You spoke of a plan to increase co-operation between Aes Sedai and Asha'man. We'd be happy to hear more of it."

Covai scratched the back of this neck as he let the gateway close behind him. Sneaking out of Tar Valon and the White Tower was getting harder and harder. Having a ball of emotions knawing at the back of his mind didn't make things either. Covai knew his Aes Sedai would have some rather sharp words for him when he got back, but he had other duties to attend to as opposed to sitting on his arse. Wait...his Aes Sedai. Covai shuddered at how familiar the situation had become to him. Still, he had agreed to the bonding, and he'd just have to live with the consequences. He even had a mock bet with Arath which would claim him first. Madness from the taint, or madness from dealing with Aes Sedai everyday.

Leaving the travelling grounds, Covai decided he'd walk around the tower grounds for a bit. He had visited the grounds through Tel'Aran'Rhiod whilst at the White Tower, but there had only been a week or two that had past since the battle with Brent. Things seemed to take longer to appear when you expected to see then in Tel'Aran'Rhiod, and the dreamworld was unreliable enough as it was. Still, he was glad to see the tower had gotten back into the usual swing of things.

Dodging past some children running in the street, Covai allowed a small grin to grace his lips. There was something about the laughter of children around the Black Tower that brought a nice contrast to the place. When you were prepared...or at least expected to die each day, you quickly learnt to appriciate the small things where you could.

The brief reprise was broken by a salute and a serious look from a familiar face. Covai returned the salute and waited.

"Well Nakor, what can I do for you?"

Covai's kinda help up at the WT at the moment, so he's out. I'm working on a 2nd Asha'man to use for training, so I'll see if I can get that sorted out.

At the moment (I'm guessing your bio has been CC'ed? And can you post a link here so it's easy to find :P), just make a post on the boards rocking up to 'where some Asha'man told you your class would be'. That anybody can jump into the role and get things started for you :D

Covai could tell when somebody was lying. Not so much to him, but to themselves. This girl had it written all over her face. Covai doubted she had seen more than a score of summers, but from his postion next to her he could see she had still....grown. Diverting his eyes from the undone laces at the top of her pale dress, he could see she was still twitching a little from where she had been injured. It was most likely nerves more than anything, but small shards had a way of crippling a person if they weren't delt with properly. He could still remember a Dedicated from Sheinar who had lost the use of a foot after a training accident. The man's pride had kept him from seeking out healing after a pitfall weave went wrong. Though he had gotten most of the dirt out of the wound, a week later the foot had to be take off. Dalinarius had explained to him later that a few chips of stone had stayed stuck and slowed been rubbing away and causing the foot to bleed internally. Stupid borderlander pride.

Mumbling something intelligible to himself, Covai took the woman's arm and placed it over his shoulder. Stepping in front of her, ignoring the noise his boots made as the crushed a shard of the bottle beneath him, Covai hoisted the woman on his back, supporting her with his hands tucked under her rear. Resisting an amused grin at the small yelp of indignation and surprise, Covai could feel her bury her face against his back. "Light", the woman was too embarrased to even put up a resistance. For a Saldean, that was saying something.

"Master Covai, I..." Toern has made his way over at the sound of the noise. The man looked almost as flusted as the girl, but a damn sight more angry. "I apologise for the stupid mistake the woolheaded girl made. If you would just..."

"And since when did you start hiring woolheaded girls at your inn Toern?" Covai's question cut through the man's flustering. His voice carried the same firm tone it had before, and despite not having an edge to it, managed to slice through the commotion with little difficulty. "The wine was paid for, so the girl owes me, not you." Covai could feel the girl tense up against him but ignored it. "Accident thought it may have been"

Tapping the Domani women already cleaning up the mess with his foot, as his hands were occupied, Covai asked "You able to take care of this mess?" The woman nodded in response, surprisingly quiet. Maybe it was Master Toern standing over her, or the fact they had started to make a scence. Eitherway though, it didn't matter. The crowed parted away for Covai has he headed for the door. He knew the girl in the pale dress must have looked resting against the black of his robe, but he didn't care. He also didn't care to think of what others thought he meant when he said the girl owed him for the wine.

Stepping outside into the street, Covai was grateful it wasn't crowed. True, it was probably past the midnight hour, but even so, taverns and inns often went until daybreak when there were still paying customers. He knew there were some in the larger cities like this that never closed. "Guess that might make the the Black Tower it's own city then...." Covai pushed the thought from his mind for the moment. He had other things to worry about. Like getting the girl somewhere private he could treat her wounds.

Heading of to the left, Covai set off away from the docks. The establishements inland were of a higher class, and despite the higher price, offered a lot more quiet and privacy. Jostling the girl on his back a little to make sure she was still awake, Covai spoke, quiet enough that nobody passing in the street would overhead them. "Hey, you doing alright back there?"

*Balesfires Sieve* Quiet you!  ;D

Covai nodded. "Two bowls please. One chicken, one beef. And some wine. Master Toern should have some of his better stock behind the counter." Covai flicked the girl a gold coin stamped with the flame of Tar Valon. He hated carrying money marked from that blasted place, but gold was gold. Besides, what else had he expected to win gambling there? He supposed he just be glad he made it out without being chased by some cranky old laidies, or Aes Sedai as they liked to call themselves.

Idly brushing his cloak behind him as he sat down, Covai's eyes kept scanning the room. It seemed to be a usual night's affair at the Giggling Ass. A whole bunch of giggling from the serving girls and a whole bunch of men grabbing at their arse. Covai couldn't say he blamed them though. Domani women were known for making men run around in circles and laugh at them for doing so. The men meanwhile, well they usually seemed to think they were impressed by their athletic capabilities. Judging by the majority of the men in the room though, Covai figured a beer mug was about the heaviest thing they could lift, at least at this hour of the night.

Nodding a small smile in thanks as his food arrived, Covai found himself disappointed to be served by a Domani women. His smile nearly broke into a laugh when he realised how absurd his situation was. Disappointed by a Domani? Light, he'd better not let Arath know about that, or the man would just as likely swap his wine for the Black Tower's own supply. Not something he looked forward to, that was for certain. Covai deflected her 'graces' politely and reached for the sursa sticks they supplied for eating. Covai loved the taste and style of the food here, but he still wasn't convinced the blasted sticks weren't just an inside joke at visitors expense.

"Speaking of wine though..." Covai noticed the young saldean girl rumaging behind the counter after talking to Master Toern. His table afforded him a good view of the room, despite being on the opposite side from the kitchens. The corner had also been raised slightly above the rest of the floor, whether that was to act as a dividing line or just how the place had been built he wasn't sure. Still, it made sure he could keep his eyes on the door, and anybody entering would have their back to him, or at least their side. At the moment Covai found himself admiring the view behind the counter.

He had noticed her almost from the moment he had entered the room. Whether it was the fact that she stood a good foot shorter than the ususal serving girls, or the fact she had blushed when their eyes had met, he couldn't say. Light, Covai mumbled as he started on his beef bowl, annoyedly stabbing one of the slices of meat that refused to cooperate. Be honest, he thought to himself you caught her staring at you and you know it"

Turning is attention back to the food as he saw the girl prepare the wine on a tray, Covai stabbed at another piece of meat. Raising his eyes and the sound of footsteps, it only took a glance at the two men for them to turn and look for another table. He normally wasn't one for using his position for personal benefit. Burn it! Covai thought. Most of the woolhead fools here would bolt out the door if they knew who, or what i was...

The sound of a bottle shattering on the ground brought his attention. The two men and bumped into the Saldean behind them and knocked the tray from her hands. Covai stood up and the men quickly ran off, barely even offering an apology to her. Covai was more worried about her though. Worried?? The thought breifly flashed across Covai's mind as he made his way over.

Kneeling down beside her as another one of the serving girls was cleaning up the mess, Covai saw her foot was covered in red. It was hard to tell whether she had cut herself or it was just the wine. Placing his hand on her shoulder, Covai held back from delving her. It was impolite to channel on somebody without permission, and the girl looked a bit shaken up as it was. Being this close the a male channeler would probably send her jumping through the roof, despite her small height.

"Are you alright?" Covai kept his voice firm, but without an edge to it. He had seen worse wounds and kept his cool, and dropped drink wasn't going to shake him

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Welcome back babe :D

DM Handle:  Jocelyn

Contact Info: keddybear@gmail.com

Character Count: 1

Character Name:  Maicey Gurrel

Nationality: Saldaean

Age: 19

Physical Characteristic:

Maicey has long dark hair, almost black, that falls in slight waves past her shoulders. Her eyes are a clear, light blue, framed with thick black lashes. Her complexion is fair and creamy, with the slightest smattering of freckles across her cheeks. Typical of Saldaeans, her eyes are slightly tilted. She is not very tall, standing at around 165cm tall, and is slim but with nicely rounded curves, making her appear very feminine. Her features are quite striking, with most people agreeing she is attractive, though she blushes very easily.

Personality:

Maicey comes across as quite shy on first meeting. She is rather quiet, and blushes easily. However, beneath that facade lies a very fiery woman with a temper and strong passions, who will stand up for herself when pressed. She is also fiercely independent and can be quite outspoken, it just takes a little getting to know her before these things become evident.

Personal History:  

Maicey was never wanted. The only child to parents that did not love each other, she learned at a young age that the only reason her parents had married at all was because of her, the pregnancy neither had counted on or desired. Strict parents had forced them together, and made the lives of all three rather miserable. Maicey was looked after dutifully, but always sensed her parents resentment beneath the surface. Looking for their own escape from life, her parents pursued their own destructive paths, her mother to alcohol which eventually stole her life, and her father to gambling, and subsequently heavy debt.

It was a result of this debt that Maicey began working, and not of her own free will. After losing to a Domani merchant, her father had no compunction about delivering his daughter into the unknown man's services as payment. Horrified, but with no other option, Maicey left her home in Saldaea and travelled to Arad Doman. This turned out to be a turn for the worse, with Patir possessing a fierce temper that often led to a bruised Maicey. At least at home she'd largely been ignored, but the sporadic abuse at the hands of her captor was beyond bearing. In a foreign land, with no money or friends, Maicey fled the merchant and sought employment in an inn in Bandar Eban, working as a barmaid in return for a pallet and hot meals.

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I know this history is short, but I have already spoken with Covai and plan to roleplay her being found in Bandar Eban and taken back to the farm. I really want to let this character develop on her, instead of plan her down to each nuance before hand.

Thanks! :)

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Kate

*wonders if he should be scared or excited*

Depending on Tutorial fees, you could probably afford your own keep by the end of it :P

Well Covai already knows how to plow a field, so agriculture is covered.

Here mate, have a drink.

*Hands Arath the wine*

Soo.... we're moving onto Cartography now the Histroy lesson is over?

Good fellow :D You'll fit in the madness well here :)

*Shudders*

That came WAAAAYYY to naturally for you there Arath

*Prepares some BT wine*

You mean she has considerable......tracks of land?  ::)

Hey mate, I think I've got exactly what you're after (Turns out you're already on the right site, just in the wrong section :P)

http://www.dragonmount.com/Books/Gathering_Storm/WoT_Recap_KoD.pdf

Let us know if you need a hand with anything else. The PSW here is slightly different to the books, but nothing too major yet :P

Oh yes for sure.

I fact I think Olivia has classes running every Friday evening.  ;D