DM Handle: Kura

Character Name: Sereth Arian

Character Age:  20 (I’d say he has been here a year by now.)

Character Height:  5’11

Character Build: Muscular, always taught that a healthy mind needs a healthy body.

Character Nationality: Andorian

Physical Description: Blue eyes, brown hair, with no real distinguishing marks on him. He can fit pretty easily into a crowd of his fellow black coats, and most any southern land if he removes that coat.

Personal traits: Analytical and philosophical. He is constantly trying to find meaning behind everything, picking apart any fact he gets. Still, he comes off as friendly, if a bit spacey, and prone to outrageous comments. Still, when it comes to duty he can be quick and efficient, throwing away his bookish manner for a hardened persona almost incapable of feeling the emotional strife of even something as severe as killing, that is, until he comes out of this state.

Personal Habits: He has a habit of watching people, reading books, and just hanging around, looking for something else to pick apart. He can sit there thinking alone for hours about something as simple as the grass blowing in the wind or pondering the complexities of the power and the taint with equal ease. The second can make him a bit hard to deal with around the tower, as he has been known to bring up the rotting disease quite a few times in casual conversation, having accepted it as inevitable and striving to understand his fate.

Arcon laughed, "Good, you've reached the same conclusion that I have." He briefly embraced the source, weaving a ward of silence around his room. "The truth is most of the men are idiots, who can't truly comprehend the subtleties of most of my schemes... these subtleties that I'm teaching to you." Said aloud so bluntly, it almost made him kick the girl from his rooms. This was a huge risk, but a loyal dreadlady would be a huge asset... "These men are bound to me though, as I led all of them through at least one... challenging ordeal. As for the women, well, I think you can figure that out." He flashed a charismatic smile, before settling down upon his bed.

He sat there a moment, thinking, what was he to teach her next? The Game of Houses was so very intricate, it was hard to teach. He stopped himself from sighing, he'd simply have to experiment some more to learn how to teach Daes Dae'Mar. At least this way he'd know how should the need ever arise.

"Alright Terra, I suppose this leads rather nicely into our next little discussion. I've surrounded myself with a good number of people, and very few of them ever likely to rise to any great esteem in the shadow. I chose them for a reason, the question is why?" He stood, pacing, not done with his lecture quite yet. "You see, a key factor in The Game is allies, who you surround yourself with, and often more importantly is who you make enemies with. As my father always told me," He took on a deep, stronger version of his own tone, "A man is measured by the list of his enemies." A hollow chuckle slipped past his guard at the mention of his father. Oh, he had plans for that man...

"You've already pinpointed pretty well what I gain from you, what about them? Would you take them under your wing? Why or why not." Arcon inwardly smiled, again recalling the old man's lessons. That was his favorite phrase, again and again Arcon was asked that damnable question, but it had helped him. It gave him the chance to develop his own style, adding to the Dadread legacy. Or at least, that was the plan...

...maybe today instead. >_>

new motherboard, old harddrive. Also, I seemed to have overloaded my old powersupply... Anywhoe I'm back, and not on my neighbors computer. ^_^

Sometime around today should be good.

Arcon Dadread

Primary-Longsword + Dagger

Secondary-Longsword

Terr-Dagger

Good with any, best with both.  :P

I'm a dreadlord on scene -cough cough-

Arcon nodded as he spoke. “Good, you’ve got the basics down it seems.” Arcon was secretly proud of himself; he had never taught anyone anything before. It was a new, almost gratifying experience for him. Still, he doubted he’d find himself in front of a class if he could help it. This one on one tutoring though, he could better learn to use it. After all, the students would have to hold some inherent trust in order to accept private study with him, if they didn’t then his word, and by extension his lessons, wouldn’t be believed. Unfortunately, this setting was unfamiliar with him. However, Terra here seemed to provide the perfect learning curve.

“Now Terra, I believe it is time for our lessons to end, before everyone gets to suspicious of us spending so much time alone together, after all, I never seemed like a particularly caring individual.” He laughed, a full sound as opposed to his more familiar hollow ring. Perhaps he was genuinely starting to approve of this girl? “Still, I need you to practice. Go out and find out some people’s motives and try to hide your intentions from them. Lying and cheating are recommended, and I’d start with my ‘friends’ if I were you. They will be less suspicious than the other denizens of the Fortress. Report back to me in a week or so, and be discreet.”

((I’ll leave it up to you Tig, we can leave it here or we could continue and have a few days time skip when she comes back and continues the lessons. Oh, and sorry for the wait on this one…))

Haha, yeah Shendare. I do what I can to purchase all of my parts at the same time, and check out all of that stuff before I buy it. My friends benefit from my constant upgrading..I think it's matt's turn for my graphics card and RAM..

Sereth found himself in the flanking wing opposite of Arath’s group. The unfamiliar Attack Leader barked his orders before stepping through the gateway, but the Asha’man couldn’t force himself to listen fully. His mind was elsewhere, preparing himself for what was to come.

He wove his own gateway, laying it only a few inches next to the attack leaders own by accident. The officer didn’t seem to care about how close they were, more concentrated on organizing the men into a rank and file alignment, Sereth found himself on the front lines with very general instructions. “Hit a lot of them hard Asha’man Sereth, I’ve seen you channel, strong but clumsy. Big attacks, nothing fancy.” The Andorian nodded his head, sinking into himself.

He was about to throw away his life as a quiet intellectual, studying books and people with equal glee. He knew that what he was going to be forced to do today would forever mar him, but he accepted that on the day he came to the farm. He accepted that when he first learned he could channel, and that the taint would eventually consume him. Still, he knew it would be a hard transition, and he couldn’t let what he was doing affect what he was doing. He needed to remain focused, sharp as a blade’s edge. The void would provide some protection from the mental barrage, but it wouldn’t be enough. Or would it?

A theory he had, about reaching a true single minded determination, relying upon Ko’di as a base, only stronger. Most minds wouldn’t be able to achieve it, that much he knew. He however, wasn’t most minds. He began slowly, picturing the candle flame, and began feeding his emotions into it, but stopped, realizing he’d need something much stronger. He pictured a forge in his mind, feeding himself into the fires until he was consumed. The void enveloped him, but still he brought the forge with him, adding the din of a hammer to taper the edges of the sphere that was the void in his mind, making it angular, sharp. His entire consciousness was focused into a blade, a blade filled with Saidin. He embraced the source, the taint still making his stomach curl, and he knew his mind was being sapped by the contact, but while he was in this state he felt none of it.

His entire body relaxed in response to this change, ready for whatever the shadow could throw at it. He held only a fraction of his power, waiting to see his foe before he would draw upon his full strength and lay waste to rank upon rank of his foes. Somewhere outside the blade, revulsion at what he had done to his magnificent mind flared. A revulsion that never touched him…

((Just to be clear, this won’t really add anything to his ability to channel, it is more to temporarily get rid of the shock of tearing apart ‘living’ beings, basically throwing him into shock. If there is a problem with it, let me know, and I’ll change it. Either way I have plans. ))

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Arcon Dadread was in Fal Moran, busily trying to attach himself to the blademaster chosen, working his way up the ladder so to speak. It was one of his many self-assigned duties, and he attacked this one with the same determination as he had all the rest, living to serve the shadow the best way he knew how; political intrigue. The Trollocs could take the field, for all he cared, he’d use the mask of mirrors, gentle sleep weaves, assassination, and his skills at Daes Dae’mar to do what they never could. He’d work at the head while they fought the rest of the body of the light.

Then he heard the darkhound’s howl, and for a brief moment the thoughts of who to bribe, who to kill, and what to say left his mind. It was a signal, that much he knew, and connected with the huge amount of Saidin he felt being channeled only moments before, meant one thing. The Asha’man had arrived. He went to the stables and barked at the stableboy to saddle his horse. Riding wasn’t a skill he had held for very long, but he was quickly becoming skilled. When his horse was complete, the stablehand left, leaving Arcon to weave a hole in the Weave, and travel a few miles back from the shadowspawn encampments closest to the Asha’man’s arrival. There was no sense in letting them know that there was a Dreadlord in the area.

He quickly gathered the Fades to him, as he seemed to be the first Dreadlord in the area, and drew up some quick battle plans. “They are new to the area; don’t give them a chance to settle in. Move the trollocs in and do what you can to overwhelm them, and don’t count on Dreadlord support.” The eyeless’ glare still cut through him, but from all of his years in the Fortress he had gotten used to squelching that fear. The Fades obeyed his commands reluctantly, using their holds over the beastmen to quickly organize them to move out. They had miles through the brush to traverse before they reached the field that the Asha’man had assembled upon, but still, the shadow was marching to meet this new threat…

((OOC Note from Ata, dreadlords aren’t to be involved to much with part one, this is BT’s time to shine. Arcon is just there to observe and call in help when it’s needed, and to get the ball rolling from the shadow’s side.))

Ahh, EU, I don't suppose there is a tigerdirect.co.uk or wherever you live.. >_>

And yeah, I've salvaged a couple parts from older comps before, I eventually replaced them all though, I had a lot of problems with combatability and just problems in general.

My (old) motherboard had a VGA for the onboard graphics card, and my monitor has an HDMI plug, but most graphics cards come with converters between the two nowadays, but since your GFX card is a bit older, you might not have it. Pretty sure bestbuy will have them, or just go to tigerdirect.com, thats where I get all of my comp parts. I just ordered a new motherboard (P5N-D) and 4 gigs of 800mhz RAM for around 250.

Heh, had the same problem just a bit ago. It is going to sound wierd, but if you have additional RAM installed, try taking out one of the cards and starting it up. It is kind of common for this problem to occur, not sure of the cause in most cases.

In mine it was somebody cracking the board when he tried to put a RAM card in backwards. >_>

Arcon stepped into the huge area with a slight smile on his lips, his sword already on his hip. The longsword's weight had become as natural as carrying his head on his shoulders, the hidden blade as well. He suppressed a chuckle when he noticed the other two in the room. Three Cairhiens walk into a bar...

The adept wasn't sure if the man who was to teach him could channel or not, his usual channels turning up disappointingly little upon the man. So, as a precaution he bowed his head slightly as he spoke. "Morning sir, my name is Arcon Dadread." He kept his tone and face neutral, a basic tactic in the Game that he played with every breath, and he hoped it was assumed that he was just that; a novice.

He took a couple steps back, his hand resting casually upon the hilt, the class bringing him back to the Merry Pauper and its first mate. Mr. Sweeper, let the sharks gnaw slowly upon his writhing body, had taught him how to use his weapons with rather unorthodox methods, one even costing him his eye. He was almost eager to see what a true class would be like, a change of pace from climbing the riggings and being pelted with blunt arrows as he ran through the forms, and all of those obstacle courses. 

None of this showed however, he kept his face neutral.

Character Name: Sereth..I think I forgot his last name. Will edit if his bio is on boards.

Rank: Asha'mon

Would you like to hold the bond, be bonded, or are you willing to do either? Either.

If you are bonded, would you be willing to be bonded to an Aes Sedai who holds bonds to other BT Chars? Preferably not.

If you are holding the bond, are you willing to bond more than one Aes Sedai? Definitly prefer it to be personal, but I would be willing to bond a bunch of sisters.

Do you have any questions or concerns? If so please state them here or PM them to me. Think I'm good.

Sorry for the wait man, I had big comp troubles. Somewhere in the realm of an idiot cracking my motherboard. -_-; But it looks like you are taken care of regardless.

Heh, sorry if I've been holding anything up. To put it simply, comp troubles.

Haha, I could duel with you with my Ashie Sereth.

Sorry Liitha, I've had claims on this guy for a while now.  :P

Insanity meets philosophy?

Advanced Spirit Class- http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,34499.0.html

Enjoy.

Heh, i was one of those that PMed you so I think I will be signing up for this. ;)

Arcon couldn't help it, he let a chuckle escape his lips. "So, it is a weave specifically designed to cause pain? My my this was a worthwhile class." The image of the head of the Dadread house faced the fat man again. A wide grin was on his face, and he gazed directly into the eyes of his victim. He began to weave, lightly at first, causing the man to squirm as if uncomfortable. Arcon powered up the weave at a snail's pace, watching as the first verbalizations of pain were released, until the man was writhing and screaming for forgiveness and mercy. Arcon loosely tied off the weave and wove a ward of silence around the man. "There, that'll unravel in a couple hours."

After removing the disguise weave, Arcon released the source and bowed to his teacher. "Thank you master, I am sure I will find many uses for what you have taught me today, and if this is all you wish to teach me," he put special emphasis on the word 'wish', "Then I ask your leave to the mess hall."

Arcon's grin was wide when she spoke. "I am glad to hear that Terra, and I couldn't agree more. Together we may be able to create truly magnificent things."

He stood, striding gracefully at first, and then adapting the odd mix of sailor and swordsmen gait that learned aboard the Merry Pauper. "Walking is a subtle thing really, but by it you can tell quite a bit about someone. That first walk was that I learned from my father, the gait that I grew up with. It expresses in a way my high birth, while the second shows that I know a bit about the sword on my hip." He rested his hand upon his sword hilt almost affectionately, "Though a warder's stride is completely different, and not something I can mimic."

After reoccupying his chair, Arcon looked again into Terra's eyes. "Though it may seem like a bit of a rant, I assure you this all has purpose, and actually brings us to our first two lessons. Gathering and Manipulating information. First, gathering. The way I walk, talk, dress, and especially my facial expression all give away information about a person. You must learn to read people, even when they are trying to hide the information from you. It truly is an invaluable skill to have."

He allowed this information to sink in, hopefully giving her an idea how very important this fact was, before continuing. "Of course it is also valuable to manipulate that information you give to others. First and foremost, watch what you say, secondly how your face and body react. A good example of this is the encounter in the mess hall. You charged in, asked a question very bluntly. I allowed you to see I understood, before quickly masking the situation to my friends. I don't want them to know how much I trust you, and I certainly don't want them asking for lessons."

Arcon scrutinized every detail of her; how she carried herself, her face, and what he knew of her from previous talks. That last part forced him to suppress a sigh. "Alright, I will give you a bit of a head start on the gathering information part. A basic overview of the fortress. Everyone here has ambition, and will work towards that ambition. Some are small, like surviving a class, and some are great, like eventually serving as a Mae'Shadar," Arcon let a smile slip onto his face at this. Of course it was planted, but it was also a test. Would she recognize this as his particular ambition? "Still, the fact remains that we all want something. I'll admit it; I am working for myself by teaching you. This brings us to the third lesson. Always search for people's desires; it is key to not only their destination, but the moves they will make to get there. Now, a question Terra. How does helping you serve me, what information have I given you, and what do you think has been manipulated?"

It was a bit of a doozy to throw at her all at once, but he had to see exactly what her natural abilities in the Game were. He had hopes for her in the first two questions, but the last was a bit trickier. "Don't worry Terra, right or wrong on any of the questions and I'll still teach you. This is just a test to see how much I have to teach you."

Asha'man Sereth was on his way to the M'Hael's office to make a very personal request, when he saw the gateway rotate open and the four Asha'man dash through the with fifth obviously dying. He made sure to stay out of the way, wondering what this would mean for the tower. The plumes of smoke rolling through that gateway couldn't be a good sign.

Having seen this, it was no surprise when the call was sent out to gather at the traveling grounds. He marched with a heavy heart, and not for the first time wishing that he could have simply been a wilder, trained to channel by his teacher. At least then, he'd never have to go to battle, he'd never have to kill.

Still, new experiences were new lessons. He repeated that mantra in his head hundreds of times, until he managed to phase out the reality of the situation, partially entering a dream-like state. To further push away the truth, he assumed the void with practiced ease. Locked away like he was, Sereth was calm. He still knew that whatever the leaders of the tower had him do today would forever be burned into his memory, but that was life, and this was all just a new experience for him to pick apart and examine at a later date.

Arcon laughed at that, knowing from their first encounter that she wanted to learn that particular weave. He was about to respond, when she asked her to teach him the Game of Houses. He let his recognition show briefly on his face, but banished it shortly thereafter. No sense in letting his friends pick up on this. In fact, he wanted to lead them astray. "Oh, The Game, eh? Oh I'd love to teach you." He tossed her another wink, one asking her to play along.

The gathered male Pit Fiends all exchanged glances, obviously picking up on the innuendo, and began nudging each other like boys at a festival. When Arcon stood, motioning for Terra to follow, he slipped an arm around her shoulder and bent to whisper in her ear. "One thing Terra, learn to ask me to teach you in private. Those fools are useful yes, even loyal, but I don't want them to know every ace I've got, do you understand?" When she nodded, he led her to his chambers.

Meanwhile, back in the mess hall Arcon's pack of dogs looked at each other nervously. "What is he thinking? He could easily get a better looking girl." Finally, one of his rare female 'friends' from the Dark Hound Pit rolled her eyes and explained. "You are all fools; he is obviously just trying to tie her to him, thinking for some reason that she will be useful to him later." The men nodded, trying not to laugh at the hint of jealousy in her voice...

"Now, I suppose I can teach you the Game of the Houses, but these won't be easy lessons to learn, but before I teach you I have to make a few things clear to you. In order to enter the world of politics, you can't trust anyone. Most of those fools would stab you in the back, quite literally, to make an attempt at power, especially in my home land. Admittedly the Andorian's are a simple folk, but regardless. Allies are valuable, but enemies are the currency of power."

He waited, letting this sink in. It was a hard thing to learn for most, especially for those not born in the world, but the young noble knew it to be a fact. "Secondly, I was spoon fed this information from birth. That being said, don't expect to pick everything up immediately. Daes Dae'mar is a bloody complicated game, and if I am available to you, you can come to me for some help, assuming you find yourself in a difficult position." Of course that was designed to form a dependence on the Adept that would be difficult to break, but from what he knew of her it was a bit redundant. She was more loyal than your average puppy.

"Thirdly, I am breaking the first rule by teaching you. You are not my offspring, you won't be carrying on my house legacy, and by teaching you I am putting myself at risk. Another player only further muddies the water, so to speak. I'm giving you a weapon that you could use against me, and I need to know now Terra." He laid his hand against her cheek, forcing her to look into his eye. "Is this trust misplaced? Is there even the slightest chance that you will turn on me?"

He awaited her answer eagerly, almost certain that this would be a test to see if his above-average treatment of the girl had paid off.