Mmmm... I think I may have broken her something-something. *worries*

Regalia smoothened the front of her dress and sighed. It was a long ride and the village was small anyway. It was not exactly small, it was just... far away from everywhere else. Riding was not her favourite past time and if she had been smarter about it, she would have insisted that they Travel. Well, she would have insisted harder anyway. But the Aes Sedai next to her was bordering on legendary status and she had to back down eventually. Ageless and beautiful, but more importantly a former Yellow Sitter who had done things that many Aes Sedai would never even dream of, including capturing a few false Dragons and Bonding two Ashaman. They stood behind them now. Death in their eyes and danger in their stance.

"Be still, Regalia." Camigwen Marivin's voice was cool and emotionless, but her fingers traced the outline of her horse's reins. A sign that she too was nervous.

"We are here now, Camigwen, surely you do not expect me to continue acting your hand maiden as we did when we passed Caihien?" That had been another thorny reason for Regalia's discontent. But Light, the woman was strong in the Power and that was certainly a reason for some deference.

"Perhaps not. But we must be wary. This is a small population. They might not be familiar with the ways of the White Tower. As far as I know, there has only ever been one Aes Sedai who has ever visited this place. And that was for a personal retreat." Camigwen gestered for her two Ashaman Gaidin. "Nuler. Varanel. Scout ahead and find your M'hael and Storm Leader." The two men gave her a bemused look and nodded. Then disappeared into the shadows.

"Alright, Regalia, let's take a break somewhere and perhaps some tea would be good." Camigwen got off her stead and led the mare towards a building that looked like an inn.

"And then?"

"And then, we wait. All wolves must come out to hunt eventually. Or they would surely starve." With a nod, Camigwen handed the reins to a young boy and headed into the shade of the inn lobby.
 

*rolls over and snores*

SO! I heard we have a new First Selector. Has she been initiated yet? I'll go get the branding irons ready.

Is this applicable for both my AS characters? Hmmmm... *ponders* Interestingg....

*gurgles* Merry Xmas... *sniffles*

Yeah, I have a Blue. Regalia Frantelle's the name. Making mischief and destroying a whole section of the White Tower is the game.

Altho, I'm not sure if she's considered still active or whatever. It's been a while.

*yawns, stretches and snuggles deeper into his blanket*

Welcome. *grins* It's been a while since anything happened here...

Errr... what now? I dont' wanna take over.

WELCOME!! I can't do another RP a the moment, but yeah, there's an open thread on the RP board. If ya wanna pretend you've done everything else and just join us, I'm cool with that.

Storm Leader Skechid Aran Teobon eyed the 4 black coated men before him. Two of them were barely into their first month as Soldiers whilst the other two were slightly more experienced, but all four still had that look of normality that many of the veterans no longer had. They were deadly nonetheless, as any who could weild Saidin were. Even at their level, they were pushed to ensure that they could truly be weapons of the Dragon. Few made it past their first year, and those who did were efficient with the Power. They would do. They had to.

"We will travel to the stedding closest to Cairhien. There are horses there waiting for us. The man called Elyas, whom we are hunting, is dangerous. And more so, if the rumours of his ability to channel are true. He will not be alone. We know that he is mercenary and possibly a Darkfriends. It will be dangerous. But it has to be done. You are now part of the Circle of the Fist. In the Black Tower, you are bound to us as secretly as any other and in our Circle I am the leader. This faction seeks out and destroys those who stand in the way of the Dragon. And in exchange, you gain entry to the network of Eyes and Ears that the Black Tower has." Skechid paused and nodded. "I cannot reiterate enough that our missions will be dangerous. So if you wish to leave, you may leave now."  The Ward was not woven and the weaves not set, but Skechid was confident that the men were ready.

He waited to see if any would walk away.

It's fine, just give me some time to respond.

Yup. Stuff. People. Whatever.

"Elyas is on the rise."

"I know."

Skechid took a deep breath. The Council of Spies was an informal council, formed by Skechid the Spymaster himself. 12 men, some of the most skilled at the Game of Houses, 9 of whom were either current or former Nobles of powerful Houses. Skechid found that having influential people opened doors far more easily. And now...

"What do we do?" Marchiam Horsha. An Illian former High Seat. Stepped down to pursue his dream of adventure with the excuse of having learnt to channel. Now he worked the puppet strings more efficiently than Skechid could have hoped for. A worthy counterpart.

"Let us take a step back and consider the possiblities." Iranae Karchak. A commoner who had risen to the rank of Attack Leader withint he span of 3 months. Both a testament to his abilities as well as his strength of presence.

Skechid stood up. The room silenced.

"I will bring 4. At most 5 of our newest recruits. They have yet to be touched much by the power of Saidin. And their features can be schooled still. They will fit in. And they will learn." Skechid held up his hand as the room erupted in protest. "With these new members, I can connect with their current contacts and we will hunt Elyas. His fingers have dipped into far too many of our pies and we need to cull back his influence. I've always felt that the best way to cull the flock, is to rid their leader."

"He is a Darkfriend. But more importantly, the rumours of his ability to channel have not been disproven. As you know." Borgrand Harawira. One of the strongest of channelers within the Black Tower.

"We have our tools. And for this matter..." Skechid fingered the five coloured ring on this thumb. "There is no point hiding here. We have to act swiftly. And... I am not afraid to sacrifice whatever it takes to bring this man down." Skechid shook his head. "My mind is made up." Skechid looked to his attendant. "Petain. Go get my 4 fresh recruits. We move out within the hour." The man saluted fist to chest and left the chamber. Skecihd nodded to himself and nodded to the rest. "Council is dismissed."

Skechid shut his eyes momentarily as the men disappeared into the shadows and the darkness of the Infirmary returned to its former looks, the Ward dissolving like the sands of time.

You can join in.

We are going Darkfriend hunting. Just act like Soldiers who know nothing, but enough to channel without burning yourself out.

Capish?

Post here to let me know you're in.

Thanks.

"Tyr." Skechid's cold voice spoke softly but it made one of the newer Soldiers turn away. Skechid was used to it. "A simple enough name." Skechid looked at the man standing before him, gaunt faced and bony thin, there was a slight sadness about him. But these days, the Black Tower seemed to be a harbour for the desperate and the needy. It irked the Storm Leader that the world now found the Black Tower as a refuge.

Skechid stood up and walked over to the man. "You come to the Black Tower willingly?" The man nodeed silently. "So many come these days, and so many leave. And many die. Those that die, we consider it a mercy. Those that live on, many wish they could die. But weapons for the Dragon must fight to the bone." Skechid placed a hand on the man's cheek. A flinch. Whether it was because the hand was cold or whether it was because of fear, Skechid did not care. His face turned even colder as he reached for Saidin. The filth roared through him like a river of molten pain. "Have a care, young man, once you enter these ranks you enter a cavern of darkness." Skechid channeled the weave of Delving. The man shuddered as Saidin pulsed within his body.

And then the resonance began. Somehow it worked when Healing was woven. Not the regular Healing that some of the other Ashaman used, but this was a more powerful Healing that only 2 people in the Black Tower employed. With people who could channel, the weave resonated.

It ended as soon as it began. "You can channel. Bring your things to the room that these men will show you to. Welcome to the Black Tower, the Light have mercy on your soul." SKechid said it not unkindly, but even then it sounded ominous enough.

You run NAKED! *maniacal laughter*

Ok. We'll start with PT then. *lol* Will work on it tomorrow.

Skechid's eyes were cold as he regarded the scene before him. The men had grown complacent. Especially the guards who thought that Saidin made them invincible. It didn't. His Infirmary was proof of that. But every day more men came. Word had spread amongst the nations that male channelers were welcome here and those who turned up... well, few were prepared to face the power that the Black Tower wielded.

"Storm Leader." Skechid turned to the man who saluted fist to chest. Kisharni Goromund. A Soldier. Pretty enough face, but his ability to Heal was already starting to manifest itself in surprising ways. Skechid nodded for the man to continue. "There is a new arrival. Amongst the woods. He has not quite made contact, but Dedicated Rakaresh has a fist of Soldiers monitoring him."

Skechid nodded and traced the lightning embroidery on his black coat with his finger. Being a Storm Leader meant that deference to him came from almost everyone at the Camp. With the M'hael away, Skechid's authority was king. It also meant that he was responsible for almost every other thing. A fact that annoyed him to no end. He was a Healer. And the Spymaster of the Black Tower, controlling a network of eyes and ears that stretched to distant lands. Decisions like what to do with recruits distracted him. He didn't like that.

And now, a new comer.

"Get Rakaresh to bring the man to me. We will get him tested and see where we can fit him." Skechid waved a dismissal and turned to walk back into his office. His twiddled with the ring on his middle finger. It was promising to be a rather busy day.

Awww aren't you two cute. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? TRAIN? FETCH YOU? SET YOUR BEHINDS ON FIRE? I'm good with all that.

*lol* Mein gott, I have no idea where Arath is... but I'm around. I'll come out of the woodwork then. What you guys wanna do?

Hello! I'm Skechid. Storm Leader. And all that jazz. I'm not sure I'll be free to RP with you. Mostly coz I'm kinda in a slump right now, RP wise.

BUT WELCOME!

Are we killing evil things? I wanna kill evil things.

I got a Blue and a Former Head of the Yellow.