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  1. Fanten's brows furrowed in disapproval as he watched the soldier release Saidin like a guilty child stealing sweets. An expression which only deepened as the blush turned into an obvious battle for emotion on the young man's face. Finally though, the man looked him in the face. His lip quivered ever so slightly, yet the man seemed to wrestle control of himself. "Yes Sir, Soldier Filk reporting for weapons training sir!" Fanten stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and let his gaze pierce the man in silence for a moment. The boy was green, and showed a propensity to be ashamed of his actions. There was weakness there. The man should have calmly released Saidin, and took what punishment was coming if he had been wrong. Above all, he was emotionally volatile. Fanten sighed to himself. Well, you worked the horse you were given... "Let us get one thing straight lad." He began sternly. "I am almost twice your age. I am fair, but you must understand... I have been tasked with training you in the sword, but it is only a preparation for training as a weapon for the Dragon reborn. Many men think that training with the sword is good in case you lose the Power. While I suppose this is true, the training and discipline that come with learning the weapon, will shape you into something. Shape you or break you in the process. I will not stand for any lack of self control, is that understood?" The lecture over he let his frown and hard eyes linger on the boy.
  2. OOC: Sorry it took me a bit. Wanted to give Tay a chance... IC: Rhaien glanced up at the approach of of a wolfbrother and sent a stern jumble of images to Snow. She knew how he disliked being snuck up on. She had made it known that she was playing with Shadow, but had failed to mention the man's approach. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that she had done it on purpose... "Hi. I'm Jace. It looks as if you are building. I have some experience with repair work and would be willing to help if you'll have me." Rahien looked to Rhya. She had started to playfully mark on a nearby rock, how many had come to help. They had made a bet, and even if Rahien didn't know the numbers, her mischievous smile would have told him she was winning... Sighing, he turned to Jace. "Thanks for the offer. He waved lazily at the plans held down by rocks at the corners. Those are the plans that we are working off of. We have the entry way, the sitting room, and most of the living area done. Now we need to add a fireplace here, " he indicated on the plans. "and then start on the kitchen area here." Again he indicated where he meant on the plans. If you want I am sure Rhya can show you how we have been doing things, it's her turn anyway." "Right Rhya?" Rahien turned away from the man and stuck out his tongue at Rhya, his eyes twinkling.
  3. Softly the lad spoke, his eyes closed and a look of almost wonder on his face. "I sense it, Fanten...it is glowing just beyond my reach, but I feel that if I moved deeper into the cave, I would be able to see it clearly-- even touch it if I wanted to." Urgently, but softly, Fanten warned the boy. "Hold lad, move no further yet. Many a man has lost himself to eagerness when launching into battle." The boy has promise, Fanten thought to himself. He knew when to be cautious, when to listen to authority. Weaving and holding a shield ready, just in case, he continued. "Now lad, approach the warmth. Slowly now, just come near enough to get a good sense of it. I want you to feel it boy, come to know it from a safe distance. Study it cautiously so you know what you can." Saidin was like a glorious battle. A constant struggle to keep the upperhand on a foe who was crafty and deadly. It was like a wrestling match on a razors edge. He knew the boy heard the call of the war horns. What he didn't know was how he would respond. So far he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders...
  4. Fanten suppressed a sigh as the Dedicated delivered his message. He thanked the lad and dismissed him. Getting to his feet he set aside the metal he had been shaping with the power. He had never learned blacksmithing, but shaping something with the power was much like shaping men. He wove air and brought his sword across the room to him, buckling it on as he walked to the traveling grounds, still holding Saidin. He wove, and tore a hole in the air. He looked around sternly as he entered the training grounds on the other side. Almost immediately he found his trainee, dark brown hair looking no worse for the wind. The man looked a bit disheveled but Fanten forgave him that. He was fairly new to the tower from the report he had received. Gathering his military command like the black cloak he wore, he strode over purposefully, waiting for the man's eyes to find his. "Soldier Filk I presume?" He asked roughly. He waited to see how the man would respond, and if the man would drop his eyes. A lot could be said about someone's character by their response to authority.
  5. "I don't know if now is the best time, but maybe you should think about spending a little time in Tar Valon. It hardly seems like the best place for our kind to go, but believe me when I tell you that you will have absolutely no time to dwell on your problems." Tai considered this for a moment, studying Arath's face. As always, Arath's words seemed to have a solidness to them that helped anchor Tai on his sea of emotions. It almost sounded like an assignment, and usually, Arath gave Tai assignments right when he needed them. Tai gave a resigned sigh. "Perhaps you are right Arath. I know there has been talk of men training with the Warders of the White Tower. Maybe I could go and train. If nothing else I am sure some of the Aes Sedai would just love to study me like an insect..." He shuddered and gave a dark chuckle. "What about my duties here, and at Tear?" he asked. Tai did not want to abandon his duty, just because it was difficult. It was just not his way...
  6. Arath seized Saidin and Chaos babbled in the back of Tai’s mind. He had never really liked Arath, not after their exchange in this very clearing… Tai shoved the dark thoughts aside. He would rather not think of that at the moment. He glanced at Arath’s back as he watched him delve the house, shoving aside Chaos’s angry cries. ~ Kill him! Strike him down before he hurts you! Melt the flesh from his bones! ~ “Didn't feel like having someone dig you out again?" Arath chuckled softly. Tai tossed a half hearted laugh at his once mentor. Light, it seemed ages ago that he had helped Arath create the Manor. So many deaths ago, so much time gone. Tai motioned into his office/study. "So how have you been Tai? I hear you've been splitting your time between the training grounds and the great store in Tear. Keeping busy?" “Well, I have been busy… “ Tai heaved a sigh in spite of himself. He tried to crack a smile, and truth be told it held more warmth than any in a long while, but it felt hollow. “Light Arath,” Tai began, collapsing heavily into his chair. “My duties as Baijan'M'hael take up all my time. If they didn’t…” He felt the cold walls of solitude crumble. After so long of keeping up appearances, of showing a face of strength and confidence to the men; it felt good to be around someone who knew him. Really knew him. ~ like she did…~ Chaos whispered. “I don’t know Arath. I miss her so much...” He dropped his head in his hands and the grief rolled over him, sobs shaking his frame. “I should have been able to…” He choked off, and composed himself. “I’m sorry Arath…” After a moment Tai spoke again into the silence. “I can’t change it. No one can. But it doesn’t matter. There is so much to be done and I will do it. My life is truly the Dragon’s now.” He said with a note of conviction. “I have nothing left to live for but to fight the shadow.” He finished softly.
  7. Tai sat at his desk, desperately studying the weaves he was working with. The weaves were woven with as much skill he could muster, and something itched at the back of his mind. He felt as if the weaves were close to snapping into place, into… something. So many weaves were basic, one or two elements used to accomplish something. The most powerful weaves however, seemed to use all 5 of the powers. Tai let the weaves dissipate with a sigh. He had been torturing himself with this for days now. With Arath gone, any spare time was spent searching, for what? Burn him, he didn’t know. But that was a lie, Chaos whispered to him that it was, and Tai knew it for truth. He was vainly searching for something, anything to calm the gnawing aching loss. Something he could have done, some way to become more powerful. He was terrified of failing those around him like he had failed her. He knew it, and Chaos knew it… A small, inverted ward, triggered at the edge of the clearing warned him of someone’s presence, before a thunderclap seconded the job. Tai got up from his desk and went to the front door to see who it was. "Nice little place you have here Tai. Are you going to invite me in or what?" Tai smiled in spite of himself, although it did not quite reach his eyes. He hoped they did not look as hollow and haunted as they had in the mirror this morning. “Of course Arath, of course! Please, come in!” Tai moved the door and motioned for Arath to come in. Tai had spent enough time here in Arath’s absence that he had become accustomed to it. He had forgotten that his friend had never been here. It was a pleasant surprise to see him after so long. Tai had buried himself in his new duties as Attack Leader, and had missed his friend. Seeing him again surprised Tai with quite how much...
  8. Rahien sighed, stretching his aching muscles and putting down his pick. He rested it on the wall of earth in front of him and knuckled his back. He bent down and hefted another of the rough oak planks, putting it in place. Digging into the hard earth of the hillside was slow going at times, but Rhya and he had been at it for a number of days now. They only were able to work on it here and there between classes and such after all. To be fair, he and Rhya were not alone in their efforts. Others had brought supplies, some had helped dig, while yet others had simply brought nice hot meals just when they were needed. Seeing as the spot he had picked for himself was tucked back away from the most populated areas of the Stedding, having others show up meant people had caught wind and rallied together. Rahien paused to reflect on this last bit. He was thankful for the help without question, but he was not yet comfortable with all the people coming and going. Snow was truly the only one he felt comfortable with, and a part of him mistrusted the others. It was no fault of theirs, anymore than it was the fault of the sun for rising. It was just how it was. He emerged from the hillside, brushing dirt from his hair and reaching out his senses to find Snow. He was greeted with a flood of fond images. She had been off playing with Shadow again, but was on her way back. He made his way back over to the fire and squatted down, warming his hands and tossing a grin at Rhya. “Your turn I guess. I have most of the living area taken care of…” He tapped a spot on the nearby plans. “That fireplace is going to be a pain though. I wish I would have thought through this a bit better.” He shrugged a bit sheepishly. “Then again, building a home in the side of a hill isn’t the easiest thing a person could do…” he let the words hang in the air, their meaning unspoken. Rhya had been a great help to him. She had never once laughed at him, or told him they should give up. She had not abandoned him, even when on the second day he insisted on working through the rain and cold mud after his pick axe broke.
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  10. Tai sat for a moment, staring thoughtfully at the Dedicated. He recognized the man by sight but could in no way put a name to his face. The man was straightforward,which was good in Tai's estimation. Had the two weeks he had been gone truly been that noticeable? He supposed that now he was an Attack Leader, visibility should increase, he just was not used to it... He nodded to himself, then spoke. "True, I was in Tear for the last while. Unfortunately nothing too terribly exciting. You know of the Cache there?" He waited for the other man's nod. "I was sent to oversee the cataloging of items, preparing them to be of some use should the time arise." Tai swore he noted a glint of disappointment in the other man's eyes. Chaos grumbled something in the back of his head and Tai continued. "My work there is done, so I came back." He shrugged. The plain truth of it sounded dull even to his ears. It did not help that he was obviously still dealing with Aria's death. Something the men had not pressed him about on too many occasions. He glanced at the sky noting that morning had begun, and the Farm was beginning to buzz with its normal activity. By this, 'buzzing' meant things exploding and gouts of flame... Tai was briefly reminded about the item in his belt pouch. He purposefully dropped that line of thought. "Is there anything else I can do for you Dedicated? I have a little time before my meeting with Arath, seeing as how he doesn't even know it is going to happen." He grinned a little, a smile that never touched his eyes no matter how hard he tried lately. He could spend some time helping the man, training if he liked. "I would be up for a nice hot meal if you have the time."
  11. Tai strode purposefully through the ankle deep snow, lost in thought. So lost in thought, that he almost missed the man tailing him. Oh, he wasn't being obvious. Any onlooker would have just thought that the man simply shared the same general destination, in truth a few men were walking along the same frozen path. Tai could tell the man was following him, if absently. Stopping, he paused for a moment. He had business with Arath, a report among other things, but something cautioned him to wait. He felt the cold, icy breeze play with his brown hair like a fond lovers hand. He smiled to himself slightly. He knew that the man would be forced to either walk past him or come up with some reason to stop. Confident that the man was nearly halfway through his choice, he turned, wiping the small smile from his lips and catching the flash of silver at the other man's throat. "Can I help you Dedicated?"
  12. Screams of pain and death, chased Tai from his sleep as he sat bolt upright in bed; the sheet slipping from his torso. It was still night, approaching early morning, faint starlight making it's way through his window. Sighing, he rubbed his face and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and felt his feet hit the carpet, cool from the cold stone beneath. He stood in his smallclothes for a moment, finally seizing Saidin and feeding life into the small flames in the hearth. Attempting to driev away the last memories of the nightmare, he gave up going back to sleep. Grabbing his uniform, he began to dress in front of the fairly smooth mirror. He paused as he brought his hands up to button his coat. The embroidery on his sleeves, which marked him an Attack Leader, was still not familiar to him. It was a double edged sword that... The promotion he was so proud of, had come at the cost of losing the one thing that had given his life purpose, besides Saidin of course. Chaos wailed in the back of his mind, lamenting Aria's loss and grief threatened to crush him, as it so often did these days. Tai shoved aside the dark thoughts roughly, with a frustration that had only built over the last couple of weeks. Arath had called Tai in for a meeting shortly after his promotion to Attack Leader. He had expressed concern over Tai's mental state. He had let him know that he was assigning him to come oversee the work with the Ter'Angreal, but they both knew he simply wanted him away from the Farm, away from the memories, for a while. Tai's mind drifted to that day not long ago in this very structure. "Under the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth... I, Tai'Dashan, Asha'man and Guardian of the Light, do hereby swear my loyalty, my fealty, my very life and anything I have at my disposal to the Lord of the Morning, the Dragon Reborn for as long as he should have need of me or until the forces of the Light reign triumphant. This I swear above all other Oaths I have or ever will make, so long as I have breath." His own words, spoken to the Dragon Reborn himself, echoed in his mind. Strangely they gave him strength. If nothing else, he had his oath to keep him living. Tarmon Gai'don was on their doorstep, and he needed to be ready to fulfill that oath. Chaos muttered darkly in the back of his mind as he finished dressing, the pins that marked his rank as Asha'man completing the outfit. Call it the unsettling echoes of his nightmare, call it plain homesickness as strange as it sounded, but he had been away long enough; he needed to return to the Tower and the work in the Cache was close enough to completion that there was nothing more for him to do here. With a nod, he made up his mind. He was going home. He checked his belt pouch and felt the small item resting comfortably there. It was a bracelet he had found in the cache here. No one knew he had it, but he wanted Arath to look at it. Against his better judgment, he had slipped it into his pocket before it could be cataloged. It was of a very interesting design and Arath might be able to make something from it in the days to come... He let that thought trail off. Chaos taunted him, insinuating that Tai would keep the small treasure for himself. Shoving those thoughts aside he wove a gateway to the Traveling Grounds at the Farm. He had not yet removed the bracelet from the pouch, and would not until he handed it to Arath, he thought firmly. He was surprised at the early light spilling through the gateway. He had not realized it was so close to morning. Snow swirled across the stones and Tai stepped across leagues of land into Andor. OOC: Feel free to jump in, be there when Tai arrives in the traveling grounds, be in a group that is setting up for morning drills, whatever... It is early morning in the BT, lots of activity bound to be happening... good to be home :)
  13. Tai felt Saidin from behind him and watched as Nakor threw up a wall of Earth to protect them. The bloody man grinned at him like this was a field day...Chaos cackled away in his head. "You got a plan, Baijan M'hael, or do you want me to come up with one?" Tai checked his foul mood, it wasn't Nakor's fault his mood was so dark. Chaos leaped on that one and Tai was forced to shove him back down yet again. Before he could speak they were joined by a small group of Soldiers and Dedicated. Tai nodded in approval, this was more than enough to take this guy out. "Dedicated," He said to Nakor. "I want you to cover me while I make an advance along the wall, throw fireballs, rocks, whatever you need to to keep him distracted." Weaving an intricate web of Fire and Air, Tai began to weave Folded Light. The weave changed however. Adding more air and a touch of spirit just...there. It was complex and required more dexterity as the weave constantly moved, and flowed, requiring him to constantly reweave it. It was difficult and without distraction never would have kept him hidden, but it was a good idea as far as the current situation. "Now" he said to Nakor. He applied the weave to himself, vanishing from sight. He still shimmered as he crept along the wall, but little enough he hoped that he would escape notice. OOC: Feel free to NPC the crazy dude and have him spot tai, w/e have fun with it! ^^
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