OOC: Its cut a bit short here, since i'm still working on the next section. I've posted what I've finished so far since i'm sure people have been waiting for it :P You guys can post your reactions before we leave Tear. I should have the final post for this thread up on Sunday.

Jarron lounged down in one of the chairs after the Asha'man had finished giving their introductions, his leg hanging over the armrest. These men were hardly the figures of military might he had hoped to expect. His eyes moved between each of them around the room, looking for any outward signs of weakness or strength. The last time he had been in a room with this many channelers, it had been....unpleasant. At least with these men though he'd know the moment any of them were foolish enough to reach for the source.

Nonchalantly resting his chin against his hand, Jarron broke the silence. "So tell me...what exactly is it that brings you all here. I hardly feel you're here for a social visit."

It was the one known as Covai who spoke first. "No my Lord Dragon. We're here to report about the battle with the Shadow in Sheinar?"

Jarron's free hand clenched unwillingly around the armrest of the chair in anger. "What battle..?"

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Covai barely even took the time to compose himself before continuing, the words flowing seemingly pulled out of him by the Dragon's presence.

"Last week, four of our Asha'man in Sheinar returned to the Black Tower. The one's that survived reported an army of Shadowspawn larger than anyone had seen before. But there was something else they had to report...."

Covai's next words made him feel as if he had summoned death itself.

"...the shadow had channelers admist their ranks."

The atmosphere in the room had frozen from the aura eminating from the Dragon. Covai had heard of people who cheer up a room just by walking in, but right now Covai doubted whether Jarron couldn't just kill them all through the sheer force of his presense.

Covai instintively moved to go back when Jarron stood, but his feet had been frozen to the floor in fear. Light! He hadn't even been this scared facing off against his first shadowspawn, and Jarron had yet to so much as seize the source or reach for his sword. His tounge though was a blade all of its own.

"And just how many of your boys did you loose in the battle against them?" The condesending sarcasm and contempt was clear in Jarron's voice for all to hear.

It was then something snapped in Covai's mind. Without even hesitating Covai crossed the three or so feet between them, his fist colliding with Jarron's face, sending him flying back into the chair.

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Jarron instinctively seized the source as he pulled his legs up, pushing down on the armrests of the chair to send him spinning backwards onto his feet again. Eyeing the other men in the room, he could see all but Covai had seized the source and were eyeing the distance between their leader and himself.

The man had power. Not just in his fist, but in his presence as well. Jarron had heard the oath he had asked from each of the men with him before he had entered the room. But by the look of them, they all seemed ready to leap to his defence. Three of them seemed to hesistate, and the others he couldn't see clearly to gauge. It was the words that came next though that really caught Jarron's attention.

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"At least those Asha'man died living up to their name. When was the last time you actually got off your damn arse and started doing something Jarron?" Covai could barely believe how he was acting. A few moments ago he was quivering like the rest from the Dragon's presense, but that last comment had erased all thoughts of subservience from his mind. He knew the others had all grabbed the source, and yet something in his head said there was no point in it. Besides, he doubted he could really stand toe to toe against the Dragon and survive, so siezing Saidin would do him little good. Still, all Covai could do was wait and see how this situation unfolded. Clobbering the saviour of the world wasn't exactly a bright idea, but the damn fool had deserved it.

All the best mate. We'll see what we can do to fend Eqwina off you while you're gone!

Most likely by buying popcorn and sitting nearby when she gets back :D

Heya :D Sorry about the late reply.

I'll have to poke Arath so I can take a look at the bio (or you can PM it to me), but I can say now you will NOT be allowed to have a female channeler, whatever their relation, with you at the Black Tower. I might be able to make an allowance in an extremely well written case, but I highly doubt it. Put simply the only channelers at the BT are men, plain and simple. Any woman discovered channeling at the WT is likely and not to be lynched the last encounter the BT had with Aes Sedai.

Sorry if that bursts your bubble, but thats the way things are for now. I'll have a look at your bio though so I'm not just writting it off without seeing it.

Well we DID have two great big into threads.....

Think we should do something special for the stragglers?

So do we have more folk wanting to bond? Or do they all already have access to this board?

Yup. So find whoever you like to bond, as long as you're happy with it. Their Ajah though will effect at what stage in the time line the bond becomes offical.

Post is up. It wasn't the one i had planned originally, but this way you all get to speak to the Dragon :D

Have fun!

Covai nodded as each of them gave their oath of allegiance. He was just about to open his mouth to speak when the door swung open. In the doorway stood Jarron Al'Tanin, the Dragon reborn. Even Covai could feel a shiver run down his spine being in the man's presence. He didn't know whether is was being around Ta'vern or whether it was just the natural sense of danger that seemed to exude from the man, but he thanked the light he was already standing when he entered the room. Everyone else had been sitting down in various places and had lept to their feet like startled lambs. He couldn't blame them, but it wasn't exactly the best way to make a first impression.

Wrapping himself in the void again, Covai stepped forward and crossed the room to meet the legend.

"My Lord Jarron, its been a while." Covai greeted him, bowing both out of respect and acknowledgement. "I thank you for seeing me on such short notice." The gaze he got in return scared even him. There wasn't so much a sense of wrath, but almost of annoyance, like he was insignificant and merely stating the obvious. Covai was grateful when the man's eyes broke from his to take everyone else in the room into his view. Not even a minute into the meeting and it was already off to an arkward start.

"So...who are these men with you Covai? I don't see Dalinarius or Andar with you, so are these men supposed to be their replacements?"

It was all Covai could do to shake his head. "No my Lord. These are men who were with me at the recent battle against the Shadow in Shienar. That is the reason I have brought them with me." Covai hesitated for a moment as he felt a chill run through him. He wasn't exactly sure why he said what he did next, but he certainly hadn't planned on it.

Turning to the Asha'man assembled, his usual attitude had finally broke the surface of the room's arkward atmosphere. "Well folks. How about you get off your arses and introduce yourself."

Cool.

Perhaps my first class should be "Why not to call Thera a scribe and not a warder." ? :P

I'm guessing there should be something i should know.

At the moment, all I know is I've got a Saldean Farmgirl/noble who dresses like a Domani.....

What else is there to worry about? :P

Okay, quick request folks. I've got a bit post with Covai that will need to be made next for this RP. I'll be starting a new thread with Jarron entering the room we're in, but until that I need people to hold back a little.

I'm sorry to ask people to wait on this. I'm also sorry this RP wasn't up when I said it would be. My mate got run over by a car, so I've been spending a fair bit of time at the hospital. Good news is he's going to be absolutely fine, and just needs a bit of bed rest for a day or two. Thats why the RP is late. So whilst I'm sorry on both fronts here, I CAN promise it'll all be worth it! :D

Oh yeah, Covai and the Head of the Red Ajah are getting bonded.

Interesting match up eh? ;)

Jarron as entered the building! :P

I'll run through everything will Arath, and we'll post a list for those with bonus points :D

Thanks for the heads up mate :D Hope you get everything back on track soon! :D

Well I'm happy to beat people up so they need healing! :D

OOC: Well this is it folks, the Dragon Reborn makes his appearance!!

IC:Jaron Al'Tanin paced back and forth along the length of the room as he palmed through another copy of the Karaethon Cycle. This copy he had managed to find in one of the libraries here at the Stone. It was a small, leather bound copy, and most of the pages had all but fallen out. Even the inscription on the spine and cover had been worn away beyond recognition. Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, Jarron the anger he was feeling in check. Light blasted prophecies! I really do feel light a wool headed fool trying to figure these out.

Collapsing back into the nearest chair, Jarron eyed the page that had been bothering him the most lately.

On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born,

born of a maiden wed to no man.

He will be of the ancient blood, and raised by the old blood.

The work was that of a nameless scholar some hundred or so years after the breaking of the world..... or at least a copy of it. He had already torn the first few pages when he first found it, but had no real knowledge of it other than it was old. None of the servants or lords helped to shed light on it either. The servants were either knew nothing or were too scared to speak properly around him, and the High Lords had made it a point of having as little to do with this things as was possible.

These two he had manged to figure out during his trip to Rhuidean. The wise ones had revealed his mother was Far Dareis Mai, a Maiden of the Spear. He also knew his home...the place known as Two Rivers, where he had be raised before any of this madness had occured, was once know as Manetheren. King Aemon and his kin were referred to as 'old blood', bloodlines from before the time of Compact of Ten Nations, from before the breaking.

The third passage of the page though, was the one which had been holding this thoughts...

Into the heart he thrusts his sword,

into the heart, to hold their hearts.

who draws it out shall follow after,

What hand can grasp that fearful blade?

Manetheren had been known as the Thorn in the Dark One's Foot, the sword that could not be broken.

But thanks to that damn Amrylin Tetsuan the sword broke!

Jarron looked down at the pages of the book at the base of the wall. He barely even remembered throwing it. Ever since Dumai Wells....

..Those so called Aes Sedai have NO claim to that name. At Paaran Disen even the young playing with children's webs could...

GET OUT!! Jarron bit back fiercely. Pounding his fist down on the arm of the chair, the only response he got was that blasted fool's laughter. He was more likely than not mad already, but he refused to let anyone else whisper in his ear, or his head for that matter. Sadly he seemed to have little choice in the matter with the damned voice. At least it shared he's hatred for Aes Sedai.

Jarron's thoughts were disturbed by a knock at the door. He was far from being in the mood to deal with another somebody coming to pay their 'respects' to him, but he did need something to distract him from those damn prophecies. It had been a long time since he had sent a man running in fear from his quarters either. It would do him some good to take his anger out on something...

"Come in."

Jarron paused when he say the black cloaked man enter the room. Asha'man. Guardians when all else was lost. He had first met these men when he had claimed Callandor and the Stone of Tear had fallen. He hadn't quite come to trust the men yet, but so far that had done what they could to prove their worth. He was also grateful for their usually blunt nature. At least military forces didn't bore you with all day with excuses and fake expressions of concern. These men knew they would most likely be dead already, and it was only a fluke of chance that they weren't. Jarron also knew he would need their power when Tai'Mon'Gardon came. If only for that reason, he had shown three of their leaders how to create gateways after they had pledged their allegience. His troops would need to be moved rapidly, and gateways would give them an advantage they desperately needed.

"My Lord Dragon, Storm Leader Covai Seriba is here to speak with you."

"Is he now?" Jarron replied. Truth be told he had had very little to do with the forces at the Black Tower, rather than tell them to become as powerful as they could, as soon as they could. He had been meaning for a long time to see what they had become capable of, but had never found the time. Perhaps today would be different. "And just what does the Storm Leader want?"

"I'm afraid I don't know my Lord. He merely asked for me to announce his arrival. He and some others from the Tower are in the usual waiting room." Jarron raised an eyebrow and the man flinched. He had made it clear all visitors were to announce exactly what it was they wanted to see him about before they came. It meant he could avoid dealing with the truly pointless meetings and leave them to the few people he had put in charge to run the city.

Using a simple weave of air, Jarron brought his Heron marked blade over from its resting place on the fireplace mantle. Staping it to his waist, he silently strode past the man, the reprimand unsaid. The complete dismissal made it clear he was done with the conversation.

Motioning to the guards at the door as he left his quarters to stay, Jarron Al'Tanin make his way down the tiled corridor to met with the tainted men who called themselves his allies. As he made his way, one more passage of the Karaethon Cycle came to his mind. There was just something that felt appropriate about it.

He shall heal the wounds of madness and cutting of hope.

He just prayed to the light any of them would make it that long.

Jarron Al'Tanin

The Dragon Reborn

Master of the lightnings, rider on the storm,

wearer of a crown of swords, spinner out of fate.

Who thinks he turns the Wheel of Time,

may learn the truth too late.

Thats what she said :P

OOC: Cool, two more managed to make it :)

IC: Covai glanced around the audience chamber as they waited. The last time he had been to the stone was when it had fallen to the Dragon, when the man had claimed Callandor as his own. Despite the work done since then in hiding the scars of battle, Covai still couldn't feel a bit on edge around here. Whether it was the fact the most powerful Sa'Angrael was located in these walls or the fact merely being in the same city as the Dragon Reborn had an effect on people, he really couldn't say.

Eyeing the men in the room with him, Covai realised he had never really intended to bring any of them along. They had just somehow gotten caught and swept along in the heat of the moment, and now Covai was having second thoughts about them being here. Arath, Geirrin, Ikki, Tai, Sereth and Simmen. To be honest the soldier was the one he really wasn't comfortable with being there. The others had proved themselves, most of them at Shienar. The soldier had yet to prove his value, or his loyalty to the Tower.

Glancing around the room against, Covai felt a vague sence of rememberance. He was pretty sure he had been through here after the stone had fallen. Most likely that meant the Dragon had still kept the same quarters he had claimed then. That would make things easier. At least he had an idea where in the stone they were now.

"Simmen." Covai's voice broke the uneasy silence in the room. "Go stand guard outside the door. If anyone enters the room before you, they're dead." Eying the uneasy soldier as he made his way to the door, Covai waited until the dorr closed behind him before turning his attention to the rest of the men in the room. It was time he filled them others in on what was happening. But he doubted he had the time before the Dragon arrived, so things would have to be brief."

"Listen up. You'll hear the reason we're here soon enough. Before that though, I want each of you to pledge your loyalty to the Dragon here and now. And I mean loyalty to the Dragon about all else, including the Black Tower. Any one who refuses better get out before I throw them out."

OOC: Next advancement is the Dragon's arrival. Better be quick, the post will be up this time tomorrow  :o

So he's more the submissive type eh? :P

Well its been a few months but I finally posted again on my arrival thread. Now I'm looking for some of the beginner classes.

Any offers for nudges in the right direction?  ;D

Part Two is up. Feel free to jump into either part. Just read part two as well before posting, it might make your transition into the RP a bit smoother.

Ryusai gazed around the room he was in. He wasn't exactly sure what surprised him more, the papers on the desk, or the fact there was a woman behind it. The man who brought him there seemed to right about the woman being mean. If not mean, then at least not in a good mood. The expression she wore seemed more to match the merchant guards when the came in to the inn at the start of a night than a woman with curly hair.

Scratching his head in confusion, Ryusai paused before turning to his guide. "Umm... I don't mean to be rude sir....but I said I'm here to start training with the warders. You know...." Ryusai found himself suddenly tripping over his own tounge under the hawklike gazes from each of them. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he figured he should blurt out the rest of it. After all, it wasn't like he really had anything left to loose.

"You know....swords and daggers and those funny cloaks and stuff. I'm sure its great being a scribe and all..." Ryusai started to feel his cheeks blush "..but I can barely read as it is. I'm not sure this is really the best place for me"

OOC: Sorry about the delayed response. Try not to hurt the new guy too hard ;)

Stepping through to the Stone of Tear, Covai still felt it wierd to open a gateway inside of a building. There were lamps lit in the small room they were in, and he could still see the light coming from the sun at the Black Tower coming through the open gateway, but there was something just odd about it. Perhaps it was the smaller room for error indoors. Running his fingers through his hair as he pushed the door to the main corridor open, Covai had to remind himself to focus on what was important.

The two Asha'man on guard outside released the source when they recognised the Storm Leader attire Covai wore. One of them looked familiar, but Covai couldn't say if he had met the other man before. Stepping out of the door way so the others could exit the room, Covai returned the salute he was given.

"Tell me Asha'man, is the Lord Dragon in Tear at the moment?"

OOC: Another chance to jump in here. If the new person can just take us to a waiting room/audience chamber to wait for the Dragon, I'll take it from there will my reply. Any extra new people can join us in the room (if they haven't already)

OOC: All good Simmen. You were just a sacrifice to by me some time to get out of there  ;D I'll go back like i said and edit the ranks to match.

IC: Covai folded his arms as he brooded. He was giving Arath another five minutes tops to meet them at the traveling grounds before he left. Admittedly he had been waiting a entire half a minute already, but hanging around the grounds wasn't exactly at the front of his list of things to do right then. Glaring at Sereth and Tai when they began to speak, Covai was glad they got the hint to be quiet. He needed time to regain himself before he reached Jarron. Light, if only he knew the man was actually in Tear and not off somewhere. They could be waiting days for all he knew....

Or minutes... the thought flickered through Covai's mind as he saw Arath come around the corner with someone in tow. Seizing Saidin through reflex, Covai simply held the source when he saw it wasn't the M'hael following. He had no idea who it was Arath was bringing along, but he trusted the man enough not to ask. Nodding in acknowledgement as his friend arrived, Covai suddenly wanted to kick himself. He had meant to have the Asha'man he grabbed to form the gateway but releasing the source now without using it would show the he had jumped the mark, and everyone one around him would know it.

Violently shoving the throught from his mind, Covai turned around to the empty patch of ground in from of them. Letting out a deep breath he barely realised he had been holding, Covai focused his power into creating a gateway to take them to Tear.

OOC: I'll start part two with us coming through the gateway. Anyone who hasn't had a chance to jump in yet, either post quickly, or join in part two. Just say you were at Tear and happened to be there as we turned up. PM me if you're unsure