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  1. See post #5489 in the Gwampy thread in Fiddlesticks.
  2. See post #5489 in the Gwampy thread in Fiddlesticks.
  3. Ellen Sedai, or "The Black Widow" as she preferred to think of herself nowadays smiled as she watched her son stepping gracefully through his sword forms. Some day soon he would take a place of honor along side her in the Last Battle. He would make a fine dreadlord. Perhaps her mentor Moghedian could hook him up with a male tutor. That was almost too much to wish for. Everything that he knew so far he had learned on his own. She knew that if he went to the Black Tower that she would never see him again. No. She had been patient this long... she could wait a little longer for everything
  4. Gradhrt looked around the gathering of Guardians that he was about to address. They waited in eager anticipation. Yes. All had indeed selected this group. There could be no other explanation for the perfection. Their personalities and abilities had proven to be exactly what this task had required. All of the Ancient Ones with their memories linked could not have done better. It was common knowledge among the ancient ones that All had more ability in one blink of an eye than all of them combined had in all of their lifetimes of memory. The Creator. The Force. God. All. Whatever name
  5. Rourke gave the signal for the return of his truth teller. She appeared almost instantly. Her face was pale and her eyes bulged. She must have some idea of what awaited her. "Your services are no longer required. Because of your many years of service and my charitable mood I will allow you to choose between opening your veins or being sold into servitude." He looked away from her. He didn't care which option she chose. If she killed herself the servants would clean up the mess. He barely caught a glimpse of the light reflecting off from the dagger. In a heartbeat it was buried dee
  6. Are there darkfriends among the Ogier? If there can be Aiel darkfriends why not Ogier? Or, for that matter, Tuatha'an (Tinkers)? Oops... drifted off subject... sorry. Back to the Ways. My understanding of the WOT time line gets fuzzy. I've read every book five+ times and I still have trouble keeping it all straight. Right now I can't remember whether the Ways were already established by the time of Hawkwing. Or if they were already tainted. As I remember the story, Hawkwing did not simply pick up his army and move to Seanchan. They were an expeditionary force of some kind who
  7. So with the exception of Seanchan darkfriends (there are darkfriends everywhere, even among the Aiel) and whatever Shadow forces that find a way to Skim or Travel, Seanchan should be a place for R & R (rest and relaxation) for the Light troops during the Last Battle. No Trollocs. If, that is, IF the Seanchan Empress, may she live forever, allows it. Interesting.
  8. There are Ogier Guards in the Seanchan army, so the Ogier must have interacted with them at some point in time. It might be possible that the Ways once connected the mainland to Seanchan. If the Ways go to Seanchan and the Trollocs are using the Ways then the Trollocs will probably invade Seanchan unless they think of it the way they do the Aiel Waste or the former city the Rand destroyed while cleansing the source. I tried searching this topic with no luck. Do you think the Ways go to Seanchan? Will the Trollocs go to Seanchan? If Seanchan has to deal with Trollocs, how will th
  9. OOC: EXTRA post above. ENJOY! East Town it was. The choice had been easy. The tide was dropping and there was no appropriate vessel in West Town. The only suitable conveyance was a medium sized Sea Folk ship that was anchored just off shore near East Town. The row boat ride for he and Irene had been rough but tolerable. She even squealed when one of the waves splashed over the bow and got her wet. Karlee had gotten a good laugh and a sour look out of that. Then Irene shook the water out of her hair and chuckled herself. Her smile was so lovely. The crew quickly scampered
  10. OOC: I might be busy Sunday with family stuff and I've been wanting to sneak in this post so here is a special Friday edition! ENJOY! Yohon kicked back in Karlee's chair and put his feet up on the foot stool. It had to be safe by now. Surely they had made it to Cross Village or beyond. Unless they had decided to abandon this foolishness and had turned back for home. That thought gave him a quick stab of panic that caused him to pop out of the chair and rush to the window. He saw no traveling carriage. No line of servants. Just an empty courtyard. He sighed a big sigh of rel
  11. "Well,", Ellen Sedai began then hesitated before continuing, "that is not entirely correct." Jolly Jonnie could tell that he had a puzzled look on his face. Ellen Sedai motioned for him to have a seat in a nearby chair and she pulled up one for herself. "You remember that I am unable to tell you a lie, correct?". Jonnie nodded. "Even though I have never actually lied to you there was one instance where I... bent... the truth... somewhat.". She blushed and lowered her eyes as if waiting for a reply. Jonnie told her to go on. She sighed then continued. "Do you remember the year that
  12. OOC: in case you missed it, there is an extra "Friday" post this week (see above). Daeve should have sliced up the mouse. "What are your plans for me? And how are you able to use the adam? I thought that only WOMEN could use those dastardly devices.". Rosie was obviously upset. This amount of emotion did not hold with Rourke's impression of her. She really didn't like the adam or the fact that he could control her with it. She had also deduced that the adam was a part of his plan for her. She had a fine mind, indeed. He purposely let her stew for a few moments before answ
  13. Yup. Sighting that raven was the best thing that could have ever happened. Pure good luck. Rycke just couldn't believe how everything had turned out so wonderful. After all of these years of being Daeve's partner he was finally the boss. He had never dared to dream of owning his own wagon because his life had revolved around Daeve and HIS wagon. Now, because of one simple raven sighting, here he was perched on the seat of HIS wagon. "Pattern be praised.", he thought. Rycke felt a little bit ashamed that he was feeling so good about his own situation and not really feeling sorry for
  14. "Yohon will do just fine", Karlee told himself for the hundredth time. Just as Irene had been his personal assistant for all of these many years, Yohon had taken care of the books. In all of that time Karlee had never caught him skimming or so much as forgetting to carry a one. He didn't have Irene's people skills but he should be able to keep the ship afloat until Irene and he returned. The goat disputes would have to work themselves out or wait for Karlee to get back. For the hundred and first time he resolved to stop worrying about it. The trip to Cross Village had only taken two d
  15. "I didn't realize it before now. If I did have any inkling about how I really felt about you I didn't allow myself to acknowledge it. I am not deserving. A common man, even of my elevated station, has no business dreaming about becoming involved with an Aes Sedai. I know my place. I am below you. I can never be your equal. You and I...it just... couldn't possibly work. Especially now.". Jonnie tried not to look like a whipped puppy but couldn't help lowering his eyes to the deck below his feet and pouting slightly. He waited patiently for Ellen Sedai to say something. Anything.
  16. Rourke briefly considered giving a truthful explanation of his intents then caught himself. That move could have proven fatal. Even if trust had been established between them some things were just better left unsaid. It was far to soon to disclose anything that could be used against him. But, on the other hand, this one was far from naive. He had to give her enough without crossing the line. Keep her interested and under control. Sometimes it takes patience to land a large fish. "You're right.", he finally answered. "I do have something to gain. But I am not yet ready to tell you
  17. Irene looked stunned. And for good reason. Karlee didn't fully understand for himself where the idea of a trip had come from. He supposed that it could be an OK idea. He had taken trips before. Some good. Some not so good. But those trips were nothing like what he now had in mind. Not just a week to Ebou Dar and back. Not a quick boat ride to Tanchico. His brain was telling him that he wanted an adventure. He wanted to experience his deeply hidden dream. He hoped that it wouldn't be the nightmare that Irene had spoken of. "Forgive me if I caught you off balance. Perhaps I shou
  18. "HHHHUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHhhhhh...", Jonnie blurted out noisily as he coughed up the last of his breakfast. He spat to get the last few chunks out of his mouth. His head ached terribly. What little sunlight there was made his eyes hurt. This reminded him of the time that he and his cousin Filbert had sneaked that awful jug of wine from Filbert's father's secret stash and sucked down the entire thing as fast as they could. That memory sent him leaning over the rail for some more conversation with Master Ralph. Ellen Sedai stood nearby with her hands on her hips tapping her right toe on the d
  19. "Rosie" sat staring blankly at the bracelet in her lap. "It can't be.", she kept whispering without appearing to realize that she was speaking. The surprise attack had worked wonderfully. She was beyond disbelief. She was totally stunned. And vulnerable. When the perfect opportunity presents itself, aggression is mandatory. A full force, all-out attack with a massive finishing blow. That's what this situation called for. Rourke just couldn't bring himself to do it. Why? What was it about this... female... this... walking talking she-devil... this... this... DAMANE... that got und
  20. Irene cleared her throat just loud enough for Karlee to hear without startling him as she returned with a tray with two cups and a steaming pot of tea. Maybe she really did feel bad about her earlier surprise attack. Her timid smile was welcome. While she was gone he had been able to fit in forty winks. That made him feel a little better. The tea sounded really good now. Just as Irene had predicted, as usual. "I added just a touch of mint. I thought that might be a special treat. You haven't asked for mint in your tea for some time now.". She sat the tray on a nearby table and pou
  21. Now that the fun of the festival was past, Jonnie got back to business. Even though his duties were nothing compared to being a noble in some place like Ebou Dar he still had plenty to do. Most days flew by. Being busy was good so long as things didn't get stressful. Jonnie didn't mind working but he hated stress. He was good at his job. He also felt that his subjects appreciated him as a leader. He tried very hard to remain fair. Humility was a large part of the success that his family had enjoyed all of these years. He suited his job and his job suited him. Today brought a requi
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