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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.
  9. 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."
  10. 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?"
  11. 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 :)
  12. 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! ^^
  13. i always pronounced it a (as in apple) mur lin..
  14. Cannot be the crystal throne... First mentioned in Book 2 and then again in book 9...
  15. OOC: Sorry if im a bit rusty, plus i just threw this together. If it doesn't work let me know. IC: Tai walked out into the cold, grey morning and scrubbed his face with his hands. He let out a sigh that felt as old as stones beneath his home. Looking around the clearing wearily, his thoughts drifted over last night's occurrences. Mounds of paperwork had kept him busy late into the night. Minor problems in Tear and other official matters that he was now in charge of, had kept him up. It was a good thing they had or he would have been asleep when one of the men scouting in Mayne had opened a gateway into his traveling room. It was not often that someone opened a gateway in his home without his prior knowledge and the man was lucky he had not triggered a few wards. The news had been minor, but he had been asked that any threat in his old home be relayed to him. The news had robbed him of the remainder of his sleep that night… Rousing himself from his memories he sighed and knuckled his back. Regardless of his lack of sleep, he had a job to do. Assuming the Void he reached for Saidin. Chaos stayed blissfully in the shadows of his mind. He didn’t want to have to wrestle Saidin and Chaos today, the Light only knew what would happen. His thoughts were swept away by the thundering avalanche of fire and ice that was Saidin, pouring into him. It filled his very bones and crashed through him, making him feel alive. Opening a gateway, he stepped across the Farm. Making his way to the East Gates, he heard some small explosions. Tai sighed to himself. It seemed that blowing things up was the favorite part of training for most new recruits. It certainly was effective. Rounding the massive stone gates, Tai was shocked by what he saw. Obviously a training exercise had gone horribly wrong. Luckily he still held Saidin. Breaking into a run, he prepared a few shields and defensive weaves. Men in black coats lay scattered across the ground, including the half charred corpse of the poor Dedicated that was in charge here. One man sat atop an interesting construction of Earth, giggling to himself and flinging fireballs which exploded on impact. “Flaming bloody-“ Tai started, flattening himself against the wall abruptly as an explosion threw debri in his direction. He briefly considered grabbing some nearby Asha’man but didn’t dare leave this fool alone with the men he noticed still alive, attempting to stop the man. If he could get their attention and co-ordinate their efforts, they could easily take the man out. Chaos cackled something about the ease of killing in the back of his head and Tai’s mood grew darker…
  16. Evanen fought down the already turbulent emotions bubbling up inside her and tried yet again to understand what was required of her. She could imagine the sun, with all of it's warmth, but no matter how hard she tried she simply could not pull that warmth into herself. The rosebud, the petals, the opening, the light. Nothing. She was starting to get frustrated. With herself, with Deanne, with Saidar, with everything. Suddenly the semi-calm was broken by a small shriek. Her eyes flew open at the startled sound and looked at Deanne, eyes wide with fear. "What on earth-" Her voice faltered as the beast (for that was all it could be called) turned to fix its all too human eye on her. The thing was like something out of a nightmare! Tall, taller than most men, the thing was covered with dark hair and what looked like leather armor. It was like nothing she had ever seen! Its cruel tusks rose out of a beastly snout, dripping with drool. It started to move forward, but try as she might, Evanen was rooted to the spot with fear. Her throat had slammed shut like a vice and all that could come out was terrified whimpers. Deanne seemed to be as frozen as she was, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Evanen's thoughts raced. There must be help coming. How could such a thing be here without Aes Sedai here to help them already?! Fear and Frustration swirled around her tightening into an ever tighter spiral. like a raging twister it spiraled through her. It all happened within seconds but felt like ages. Suddenly Evanen knew she was going to die, Deanne and her were going to die here, and she was too terrified to do anything about it. Maybe now she would see Romarlata again... NO!!! Suddenly something in her mind screamed in defiance. A gout of flame erupted from the floor stones beneath the monstrosity and it was consumed as if made of vapor. It was several moments before she could speak. "D-d-deanne" She chattered, "W-what, what was that? T-t-t-hank You!" Relief washed over her and she almost sank to her knees. Deanne must have finally come to her senses and destroyed the beast. She had saved their lives. She would truly have to be nicer to the woman. Evanen started to shiver uncontrollably and wrapped her arms around herself to steady the shaking. She had to try hard not to begin weeping. Evanen Phaedrein Novice of the White Tower Scared Half To Death
  17. Evanen's patience broke at the constant, insufferable attitude of this snotty Accepted. She had had about enough of her attitude and although she was trying to be good, she could only stand so much. "I did try, and trying again won't work! Just to prove it to you I will try your stupid method again." Instantly Evanen regretted the words and wished she could call them back. As soon as they left her mouth she snapped it shut along with her eyes. She felt bad for lashing out but she was frustrated and scared. If it was so easy, why couldn't she do it? Could the sister have been wrong about her ability? She pushed the fear aside and tried again. Still, nothing. Opening her eyes she looked somewhat sheepishly at Deanne. "See?" She asked quietly. "Nothing..." She felt miserable and stared at her hands in her lap.
  18. "you must have done something like that to have been able to Channel..." Deanne said with a frown. Evanen thought back to the night of Romarlata's death, casting her mind back to that night. It was painful but in order to learn she had to go through some unpleasant experiences. She ran through the night in her mind, the news of her beloved grandmother's death and the way she felt. The grief, the pain, and finally, giving in to the crushing grief because there was nothing else she could do. There was something there that she had not remembered before, but before she could think on it, She realized Deanne was speaking. Shifting slightly where she sat, she closed her eyes. Slowing her breathing, she formed a rosebud in her mind. She felt every curve, every soft petal. She could almost feel her the velvet petals curled tightly into the bud of the rose. She had always had quite the imagination and this was no difficult task for her. "When you've got that in your mind, become the rosebud. Visualize yourself opening up to the sunlight and drawing it down into yourself." Evanen imagined opening up, the petals unfurling, reaching for the light.... She frowned... She could feel the light but there was no warmth, no substance to it. She started again. Once again the light felt empty, hollow and lacking substance. It was not more felt than air when standing still. Nothing seemed to be happening and she wondered if she was doing it wrong. Her eyes popped open. "I don't understand. Was something supposed to happen?" She asked. Her voice grew soft and confused. "I felt the light, but there was no warmth to it, no matter how i tried to imagine it." She looked at Deanne. "I did just what you said. Did I do it wrong?"
  19. OOC: I promised I would post here, and now that I am getting back to RP'ing i figured i would fulfill that promise...not sure where it will go from here, but im doing as i said i would ;) Shadar stood in an uncomfortably small pool of shadow, his eyes scanning the room. He had dressed in his finest black robe, brushed velvet with elaborate silver embroidery at cuff and hem. Emotions boiled within him on such a festive occasion. He knew he should be overjoyed, but Anger, Confusion, and Fear fought a war inside him he was sure would rip him asunder. From deep within his cowl his cool eyes caught movement from a doorway and his heart jumped. Only to crash back to the earth of reality when it was only a Myddral. Where was Arcon? With his Raising, he had been distracted and had not noticed the absence of his mentor until a lack of congratulations had been noted. No one seemed to know where he had gone and Arcon had not left notice which in and of itself was strange... Folding his slim hands together inside his robe sleeves, he carefully made his way along the wall to a table full of foods from various places. It was supposedly the Great Lord's Birthday, although who could know such a thing was beyond Shadar. Ppulling a fancy silver dagger from his sleeve, he stabbed a slice of some melon he had never seen before. He brought it to his lips and nearly grunted in surprise as the flavor hit his tongue. It was quite sweet, and the flavor simply melted into every crevice of his mouth. Whoever had gone to get this should be thanked. Munching on the melon, Shadar turned his attention back to the party, if it could be called that. Not many had shown up yet, and Shadar was wondering what would happen when the dancing was to be announced. He did not know how to dance and figured he would look too foolish trying. There were a couple DreadLadies that he might like to have a conversation with, but mostly he could find lightfools to satisfy that particular need, without nearly the danger. Shadar sat back against the wall in a position to see the doors easily and promised himself he would try to forget about Arcon for the night. After all, he must be on some mission from one of the Forsaken, what else could take him away like this?
  20. OOC: Continued from http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,48854.0.html Rian hardly flinched at stepping through onto the platform. Tai considered the man carefully before Rian spoke. Who knew what the man knew of Saidin. Chaos tumbled through the back of his mind again and Tai shoved him aside. The man's tale of a fatherless life, and his mother's death echoed within Tai and he found himself liking the man. He had yet to pinpoint why every man that found him had some aspect within him that Tai could relate to. It was as if the Creator himself had sent him these men, to be guided in the service of the Lord Dragon. He nearly chuckled at the thought of what Arath would say to that. The man continued on with his tale, detailing his brush with Saidin. Those that touched the Source before coming to the Farm usually had stories such as his. Regardless, the sadness in the man touched him. It was awkward how such a kind heart could be so consumed by grief that his exterior remained cold and distant. Tai had attempted to soften himself, but he had seen too much, too much screamed for him to harden himself. The Light save him him, he would see far worse before Tar'Mon Gaidon was done.... The man's words interrupted his thoughts once again. That seemed a common occurrence of late. "So I'm here to learn to control it, and do whatever good I can with it, because the dead deserve that from me..." He said, a hardness in his voice. He dashed away what must have been a tear and asked about Tai. Curiously Tai felt like opening up to this man. He was tired of holding it inside. In the depths of his mind Chaos raged, crying desperately for him not to be a fool. We have to trust someone you goat-brained fool! He silently snarled back to the voice in his head. "My story is in some ways the same, in some ways different from yours." He began, the void not quite muffling his words. "My father succumbed to the Shadow where yours left to fight it. My mother died when i was young and I found solace in the arms of my childhood friend." Words began to pour from him, unaware of the warming in his tone. The ache was deep and still so fresh, and that need to share his pain drove him onward unaware. "She left to see the world and I was left behind with nothing remaining for me in my small fishing village in Mayene. Maybe it was due to my Father's decision, maybe my Mother's admonition to be nothing like him, but i made my choice to go to serve the Dragon and the Light. Recently things have been a little volatile at the Farm, the old Leader went mad and there were...casualties..." His tone turned to cold stone once again. "I have done what must be done to serve the Dragon as shall you my friend, come we will discuss more once we have you entered into the book properly." Raising his hand the darkness split, displaying the snow covered visage of the Farm. The inn to their right looked warm and inviting but for now they had other duties. Weaving again, he opened a gateway to the traveling room in his home just as the skimming platform disappeared from view. He would have skimmed directly to the place, but out of habit had come to this spot. He had recently moved out of Faringal Manor, and his home was still a little bare. So it was that they entered the basement of his home. Channeling a globe of flame directly in front of him, he led Rian past the rough wood door and up the stairs. His home had little in the way of furnishings, pieces from his home Country here and there. For the most part the doors and walls they passed in his small 3 story home were unadorned wood, polished to a dull, warm glow. After topping the stairs the turned right down a hallway and took the third door on the right entering his office. Letting the weave of Fire go, he motioned for the man to take his seat on the other side of his desk and sat leaning back and looking the man over for a moment. A smile touched his lips if not his eyes, though not unkind. "Let us begin I suppose." He said, dipping his pen and pulling open the large, leather bound book. "I know you have told me some, but for the record please state your full name, your country of origin and your age."
  21. Tai grumbled wordlessly to himself as he pushed aside the paperwork on his desk. Ok, so it wasn't really his desk, just what he had been assigned here in Tear...Becoming an Attack Leader had its advantages, but it had its disadvantages as well. He rubbed his eyes and rose to his feet, channeling more wood into the fire. More Saidin and the blaze leapt higher. A trickle of Fire and the dented silver pitcher of spiced wine threw up a streamer of steam. Pouring himself a cup he walked slowly to the window. He watched the people press along the street below, bundled against the cold in cloak or coat. Frost coated the window pane and the slush became black under the trodding feet. Two things that echoed the cold black pit inside of him. Aria gone less than half the season and he still could not seem to thaw that gaping hole in his soul. For what had to be the millionth time he cursed the Creator for bringing her back into his life just to take her away. Sereth Arian had gently pointed out that maybe the Creator had done such to tie him more firmly to his oath. The Oath he had sworn to the Dragon himself... His thoughts were interrupted as a man strode in without so much as announcing himself. Crossing the floor the man shifted his small bundle and thrust his hand out, deigning to announce himself. Tai Couldn't help himself and his eyebrow rose slightly. It was not everyday that people barged into his office here, and most that did were not quite so...sure of themselves. "I'm Rian Tareth. I used to own an inn in Cairhien...terrible things happened...I can channel." Tai listened calmly as the man explained his situation. Banishing his own thoughts he set the cup of spiced wine on the table without so much as taking a sip. "Well Rian, my name is Attack Leader Tai'Dashan. It is true that the Dragon offers Amnesty to those of us given the power to wield Saidin." He said, looking at the man consideringly. I will not ask about your past. Your past no longer matters, forget who you were who you knew. You will be born anew in service to the Lord Dragon. Do you understand?" The man nodded and Tai continued. "Good. I will return in a moment." Poking his head out the door and calling to the nearest Asha'man, he informed him of his plans. He would send someone else to take his place. Maybe he would get the chance to get away from all of this boring work after all. Returning to Rain he offered the man a tight grin before seizing the Source. It would not be a long trip by gateway, but Tai wanted a chance to think, and possibly learn more about this man who had come to serve the Dragon. Skimming would do quite nicely. Raising his hand gently, a hole in reality opened up, revealing a platform made of rough wooden planks. No matter what he had tried in the way of Skimming platforms, rough wood like on the fishing boats back home felt the most solid to him. Motioning to the man to step through he admonished him to mind the edges. The platform was wide enough for 4 men across and more on the length, but a fall here could be dangerous to say the least. Stepping in behind the man he let the blackness close over them. He watched the man ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye as he felt the hair-breadth lurch that said they were moving. What must the man be thinking? How long had he been channeling? Had it just been once? Suddenly Chaos was madly chattering about killing the man. Shoving the voice to the back of his head, he instead spoke into the inky silence. "Rian, tell me more about yourself and your situation. The trip should not be long but I do not wish it to all be in silence. Feel free to ask any questions you wish." OOC: Feel free to react to skimming, ask questions, tell your place etc...sorry if i mislead you :p WELCOME!
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