You young 'uns talk enough rubbish to fill a Black Tower.

Off you go to post on the RPs.

Skechid

Play by ear? *grins*

Oh and *nibbles dalikins*

*grins evilly and runs*

Skechid

"It's here." Skechid whipped his head around to stare at the other man in the room, whose voice had been hardly a whisper.

"Wha-" But Skechid hardly had time to finish his sentence before the world erupted in Saidin. Skechid could feel the Saidin channeled in vast amounts outside. "Outside, Jae'sa and quick!"

The door banged open, whipping the room with a gust of wind that swept papers around the room. Skechid seized Saidin and channeled blindly, filling the room with Wards and traps that set themselves around the room. His documents were too precious. "Feel free to help." He snapped sacarstically. But he could already feel the other man fill with Saidin.

Fire danced around the room as traps unwound themselves. Shadows danced but the documents stayed protected. The mirror in the corner burst and shards flew towards Skechid, barely blocked by flows of Air. Shadows seemed to solidify and then shrink as odd shaped ones drew towards the Wards. And were destroyed as they touched the dangerous weaves.

Then, the window burst in and twines shot at the two men. Fire woven with vast amounts of Spirit into daggers that severed branches before they could touch either men.

"What is this?" Skechid heard Jae'sa shout over the turmoil.

"I have no idea." Skechid said grimly as another twine shot at him and disintegrated into smoke and ash.

"Are the Forsaken free?" Jae'sa waved his hand and the window filled up with Air blocking any remaining twines.

"I doubt so." Skechid stared silently at the wriggling twines from beyond the window. Peering outside he could see chaos as all manners of trees and plants turned wild. "We better head out. Tie off the weave like I taught you."

Jae'sa nodded. "Someday someone's going to ask me how I know all these weaves and I will be hard pressed not to point my finger at you. Hardly the skill Soldiers have." His hands wriggled in the air as habit had him do. At least that had not come from Skechid.

"Burn them, man. I have no time to play games. The Last Battle draws close if this indicates anything. I would rather have skilled individuals around me than obedient fools who only know how to limit themselves. Quickly now, Jae'sa and ready Severing weaves. The Dark One and his Forsaken may be bound at Shayol Ghul, but I could be wrong. Get ready to draw at anything and stay with me. I'll lead."

Both men ran out of the room and into the chaos around the Black Tower. Skechid began hearing screams from the distance.

We have SL robes? *sulks* I see I got cheated again.

At any rate, I see the old SLs are returning. Welcome home bro. I've been demoted too. So we can spend some time growing drunk and depressed over the deprovements of the BT.

Yes, Dalikins, you are join us too.

Skechid

Yeah be away from the tower for a few months and suddenly it's like you were never there. *sniffles* When was the last time Dalikins tucked me to sleep?

Well, ok, never. BUT STILL!

*sulks*

Skechididdles

...on everything...

"What did I do?" Skechid whispered with a faraway look. "Where do I start?"

Skechid picked up another coin from his drawer and began to roll it between his fingers. "I was a Master Healer, Head of the Infirmary. There were few wounds in the Black Tower I could not Heal unaided. Together with Dalinarius, we could bring a person back from the brink of death or bring life into this world through birthing." Skechid smiled fondly at the memories. "I kept the Black Tower healthy, and trust me when I say that is not easy. I taught herbal lore and the art of distilling medication."

"So many people in the Black Tower owe me their very lives." Skechid chuckled. He looked back at Aldazar. "What exactly do you want to do here? Being a weapon is very good, but unless you want to spend your whole time exploding things I think you should perhaps consider some other vocation on the side."

"Interesting." Skechid said softly. "No, not really, not that interesting. But I guess nothing much happens these days."

He sipped his cup and took a coin from his drawer and floated it to the Soldier. "I know things can get busy in the Black Tower, but I feel like you could help me anyway. If you ever need me just show that coin to the attendant outside my door and he will let you in." Skechid wondered if this was going to work out after all.

A knocking came at the door and a man entered with a tray of food as Skechid admitted the man. "Dinner, milord." He flourished lowly.

"Yes, thank you." Skechid gestured for the man to lay the food down before Aldazar.

"Right, let's eat then." Skechid smiled as they both began to tuck into their food.

"Dinner." Skechid said flatly. The man before him swallowed. "I see you've had a long day."

Skechid indicated for him to sit down. "But I also see that you've been around for a while, Soldier. Be at ease, this is no barrack. I just want to know about the Black Tower while I was away. Perhaps you might tell me abit about yourself and when you joined and then mention and major happenings you've seen here along the way." Skechid floated two cups to himself on a flow of Air and cooled the spiced wine on his table. "Have a glass and speak."

He then walked over to the door and spoke briefly to the attendant outside his door.

Sitting back down, he smiled. "Begin?"

((OOC: Why not RP a little eh?))

Evening settled down upon the corridors as training-weary men trudged slowly back to their rooms, with hardly much acknowledgment for their fellow mates. The Black Tower trained its members hard, and Saidin broke spirits and wore men down to their bones.

Skechid watched the world with wary eyes. Through his window he observed the flows of Saidin woven all over. In his hand he held a age darkened flower carving, too many petals to count. The last ter'angreal retrieved from one of the old stores. It never surprised him the ingenuity of those of the Age of Legends. Dangerous were they, but surely few matched the wonders they created.

He carressed the petals as his eyes continued to watch the Yard below him. His thoughts had been clouded of late. There were far too many coincidences in the world and too many memories interwoven with what could have been. Rumours spread like fire and burnt the soul of men, and yet some fanned it further lest it die and return life to the mundane.

He seized Saidin and suddenly and wove a tiny thread of Saidin into the many flowered petal. The room was filled with a sudden brilliance as the scene of a city filled his walls and suddenly the memories of the Memorytrap unveiled itself befor ehim. A man died. Stabbed in the back. Memorytraps could not lie, and yet Skechid's face darkened at the blatant impossibility of what was revealed.

Jae'sa had better be doing better than I am. The man had arrived as a servant and departed as one of the strongest channelers Skechid had found. If that is his starting potential, we could be in for a shock. Skechid smiled wrily as the light before him vanished and he was once again plunged into darkness. Fools the world see us at. Yet could Saidin be cleansed...

A loud knocking interupted his thoughts. Skechid frowned and pocketed the ter'angreal.

"Enter." He said firmly, but his face was back to ice.

((OOC: Whoever wants to come say hi I guess. Preferably not just to bring me dinner. *grins* Let's get some fun going.))

I'm not sure what you people have been consuming... but if it's from the water or air I'm installing a filter.

*mutters*

Skechid

Hmmm... well hello there Raggy poo.

*taps feet waiting for some huggling*

Skechid

BTw, I tot ya should also remember that Healing causes a kinda kinship between the Healed and the Healer. So Skechid would be able to sense your presence if you are nearby since he has Healed you before.

This kinda thing kinda worries me when it comes to AS discovering our little hiding place. *giggles*

Skechid

Sounds great.

I'll be over at TV since I can Skim and what not, collecting spy info. And suddenly get word from one of them that there's a former BT civ wandering around or stuck at the WT.

You know how cool my E & E are. *grins evilly*

Skechid

Skechid Aran teobon.

Formerly Storm Leader now... unknown. *shrugs*

Master Healer and Master of Infirmary(?).

Spy Master(?) and High Seat of House Teobon.

Formerly the Stew Master... and Mr Steamy. *nods at Jhae*

Fatality.

*ahem*

I atent ded.

*grins*

So whatcha wanna do, Blue lady?

Skechers

I thought the Taint was clean.

*shakes head*

Oh well...

Skechid

"Twice and twice the crow has flown

Twice for cry and twice for mirth

Twice and thrice the last wind blow

Twice for life and thrice for birth..."

- Al'shanti Dae'sa, Foretellings and Aes Sedai Secrets

"Keeps walking, Jae'sa. The woods ahead are but camouflage for their most keenly Farm." A chuckle and a brush upon foliage that seemed haphazard but nonetheless did little to disguise the secret codes that lay carelessly strewn upon the grounds. Sharp eyes upon a cool, emotionless face that stared out of a black cowl.

"Even then, Milord, there is no harm in a little care." mumbled the other man. Grizzled and darkened in many a sunburnt day, he seemed as far a character from the other man as possible. Yet, he seemed just as united to the ground, both men obviously masters at the woodland skills. "A little care goes a long way."

"As you say, Jae'sa." A ghost of a smile, and a slight shake of his sleeve to reveal a pair of fair hands. Nobility. This was a man who was no stranger to the quill and parchment.

"I do."

Silence decended upon the two of them as they moved their horses through the underwood. For truly were they both silent. The grizzled man shifted uneasily in his saddle, but the one of noble birth stayed as calm as a pool of water. No, ice. Coolness emanated from his body language in drifts of invisible mist. Slowly, even the grizzled man calmed.

"Indeed." Jae'sa muttered.

And suddenly they reached a clearing. A dozen men in dark coats watched them warily as they entered.

"Who comes before the Black Tower?" The leader of them stepped forth intoning, sword pin gleaming in the sun's rays. Almost ritually, yet both visitors could tell that a wrong answer might result in more danger than even both could face.

But there would be none of that today.

"Do you need Healing for your sight then, young Dedicated?" The noble smiled as he lowered his cowl.

"Ashaman Skechid!" The men in black coats gasped almost as one, and saluted fists to chest.

"Indeed. And this is Jae'sa Barthonolia, of House Teobon." Skechid gestured to the other grizzled man, who lowered his head slightly. "He is to be taken to the M'hael for his recruitment. Or possibly whoever it is who is in charge now." Skechid nodded to Jae'sa to follow them while he led his horse onward.

It was time to face his home again.

((OOC: Who wants to lead a returning Ashaman back to the Farm eh? Don't all of you keep silent now.))

Mhmmmh.... yes.

Good job young... ummm... person thing.

And thanks Dalikindlepoo, I managed to totally sign up. *nods happily*

In other news, I think I shall stay only to my BT character for now. So whee... what needs to be done eh?

Skech

Ashaman

I TOTALLY love my Uncle Flubby.

But my ICQ is messing up my computer so I seldom get online. And I TOTALLY miss my Uncle Flubby. *huggles*

Anyway, so I have no idea why I can't post on the Farm board, but I guess I'm here.

Dashiva, where's the enthusiasm my boy. *grins cheekily*

Skechid

Uncle Donzellatti sounds like he needs one of those "find myself" sessions.

Anyway, Diynen Bekkar reporting here... heavy inactivity since boards moved away.

I wonder if Mesaana's still around? And if anything exciting has happened while things were over at the NEW-old board.

Something something *mumbles and stalks away* ...

Diynen Bekkar

Sorry, but only users granted special access can post topics in this forum.

I wanted to go do some actual RPing, but... Oh well. I guess I'm back to the community again.

Toodles.

Skechid

Few remember me I guess... but I'm sure Dalipoodlekins does. *grins*

*snuggles Dali* Ok, so I promised, now I'm back.

Where's my room? And why's the Infirmary in a mess? *glares around*

And Dashiva, or whatever you're called now, Haran poo or something... Go make my bed or somethin.

*yawns* Now where's my Uncle Flubby.

Skechers