I'm up for both ;)

Hey all,

sorry i have been somewhat absent of late, things got a little rough here in RL. I am back and will be RP'ing here and on the BT boards for a bit until i can ease back into things  ;D

Anyway...good to be back :)

Hey guys, a hundred appologies to all of you who i might'a left flat...

My wife and I have gone through some stuff lately which has been really rough for us....

I am here and available for all duties as usual so feel free to PM me since it has been a while..for those of you that don't know me, you should  ;)

Tai'Dashan

Ashy

Attack Leader

Split Personality Extraordinaire :P

Fanten Do'Abrynn

Dedi (I think)

Adin Tia'Niende

Ashy

Lucky...Amazon says it won't be released until the 27th...

Ask your wife how she got one so fast!

Continued at the Farm HERE

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."

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!

Hey! Feel free to wander up to the farm after hearing rumors if you like.. Things are just starting back up after the summer lag that has hit  :P

If you post your entrance thread and I miss it, poke me via PM and I will get you squared away.  ;D

Welcome to the Black Tower, let the madness commence!

*laughs maniacally*

*waves*

I'm around, just slow  ;)

Sorry bout that mate, Arath and Covai are still around..well...Arath is but currently LOA. I don't remember you (must have shown up right after you left)

Welcome back anyway!  ;D

As always, i'm still here... Just lurking around for a bit. I have a few RP's that have stalled due to Kura being eaten by a Trolloc, but after that should progress to DL

Hmm, I like the Cauldron dealy-o...that could work really well...maybe Tae could sign up to be the intended "victim" since they are roommates...

*goes off to hunt her down*

Being a novice she would not be allowed in the yards and I just don't see it happening in the Tower...

Maybe someone else will throw in some ideas to help out. So far its just you and me.. :P

"Time to burn the-!"

*stops and gulps as he realizes Arath isn't gone yet

"Um...just kidding?"

Have fun man, don't strain yourself haha

I like the first idea, as for the second it has to be an altruistic need. She cannot channel if it is for herself, no matter how dire.  :P

Hello friends and fellow WT'ers, I need your help.

Firstly see Evanen's Bio.

Secondly, I plan on having someone (Most likely Rochel, Evanen's Roommate) already having discovered her particular block, this RP will be a planned event to trick her into channeling thereby breaking her block.

A few things to note before Ideas/Volunteers start flying  ;D

1.) Evanen can only channel out of purely altruistic motive. (i.e. a good friend about to fall to her death, not simply because someone wants tea :P)

2.) I would like to have as many people as want to in on this so feel free to chime in!

3.) This should be something similar to the story in the books where the girl could not channel unless there was a cute boy around or some such. They dressed a girl up to be a boy and then one day revealed the hoax showing her that she could indeed channel etc.

4.) Because of the block I plan on having Evanen staying Novice a couple of years longer than average as it would have been impeding her progress.

5.) I want this to be fun! Let's come up with some clever ideas on how to "Trick" her into channeling. Scare her, bruise her, whatever it takes I want this to be fairly open as far as Ideas..

With that said, have at it! Who wants to help? What do you think would be fun to see as an RP to break her block? Feel free to ask questions here or via PM.

Larindhra Sedai looked at Evanen  quizzically when the pair entered her office and explained what had happened. Perhaps it was because she was there despite her not channeling. Perhaps it was because she wondered why she had not been. Most surely it was the previous, but it did not matter. 

Patiently she waited outside while Rochel howled under the slipper, audible even through the thick, heavy oak door. She admired the girl, and she was sure she herself would not take it as well as Rochel was currently. The fact that she had not been able to channel as of yet was a puzzle to Evanen, one that bothered her deeply. She could sense the source, so it was definite that she should be able to channel. It was just that she could never embrace the Source like everyone else explained that she should. She had heard whispers by now that she had what was called a block. She had also been called a Wilder, scorn investing the word with quite a sting.

Soon enough, she was brought out of her reverie when the door swung open and Rochel stepped out wiping her eyes. She shared a brief glance with the girl and hurried inside. Her punishment was no less than Rochel's and as expectred she howled louder than her friend had. Once done she composed herself as much as possible with her shift burning like fire across her bottom, and stepped out of the room. It was a pleasant surprise to find that Rochel had waited for her. She would not have to walk back to her room alone.

It was nice to know, that no matter what problems she would encounter here in the Tower, Rochel would stick by her. At least she desperately hoped as much.

haha, i'm glad we are all so psyched...my wife simply thinks i'm loony  :-\

whoohoo! welcome!

good to see the "Old Blood Returning"...haha

The warmth in her eyes reminded him of his mother in a strange way, and so it was that the words sounded odd coming from her. "...When my teacher broke me I pulled out one of my hidden knives and stabbed at his heart. Only his quick hands saved him from death. Never fear that you have offended me, or have tarnished your honor, all played out as should be." Even still the guilt was there, pressing in on him. While he did not have the compunction against fighting women that some Borderlanders had, he still felt strongly about attacking a woman out of anger. Maybe since she was better trained than him it made a difference? He dashed the thought aside.

"I need you to remember what it felt like when your fingers tightened on my throat. You must accept what you did…accept it as part of yourself and know the violence you are capable of..." She explained to him the importance of understanding weakness as well as his strengths. An echo of his training resounded in that but D'Ashan could tell there was something more. Thera mentioned something called the spring which he had never heard of, and the Void which of course he had. Most of his trainers attempted to teach him the Void but he had never been able to master it. It felt...backwards.

"Balance. There is a constant balance between good and evil. Between Light and Dark. For every sunset there is a sunrise, for rain there is sun…For every terrible event you hear of there is always a blessing to balance it.  In our own lives though it is possible to become unbalanced, as you have found true recently; With Daisho al'Dracon, you can learn to live your life in complete balance. Your duel weapons make its philosophy a perfect for you...." She went on, explaining Daisho al'Dracon and then motioned for him to stand.

"You have had a trying day, but I am not done with you quite yet." She picked up his blades and he had to try very hard not to sigh with relief once she handed them back. "Take them from their sheath and hold them out at your sides. Keep your arms straight, with your back tight and head up. While you stand there I want you to recite to me everything I just told you. Word for Word, if you are wrong you will begin again." This time he did sigh. He had a good memory but he knew he would have to start over a few times.

Sure enough as he held the blades to either side and began, he faltered and had to start over. Taking a moment he searched his mind for what she had told him. She wanted it word for word. He touched on the Spring, the Void, and the Age Lace and took a breath before continuing.

"Balance. There is a constant balance between good and evil. Between Light and Dark. For every sunset there is a sunrise, for rain there is sun…For every...for each event." He sighed and began again, head up, back straight and blades out to either side. His arms began to grow warm with exertion and he knew that shortly they would start to ache, growing to a sharp pain. He pressed forward and stumbled a few more times before reciting it in full. He looked at Thera questioningly, he would not lower his blades or change his stance until either she assented or he collapsed from fatigue. The light send it would not take the latter.

“You cannot Channel straight away, you have to prepare yourself. you have to open yourself, surrender yourself to Saidar and then you can begin to weave the Elements.”

Evanen frowned, she did not remember too much of that night with the fire but she was certain she had not done any kind of surrendering and she had most certainly not done any preparing. Could Deanne be mistaken? Maybe it was different for everyone? The girl looked at the candle on the wall, and suddenly it went out.

"Fire, however is my weakest by far." she said, grimacing at the candle. "That was just about my limit. I could, perhaps, do a little more but not much. Now, how do you feel about starting to learn to embrace Saidar...or do you feel you need some more information?"

"Oh I would love to try!" She said honestly. "You mentioned preparing yourself to embrace Saidar. Could you show me a bit about that? Honestly I don't remember much about the times i did channel but i certainly don't remember that."

His hand closed around her windpipe, his fingers digging into the cartilage of her throat. Pain filled her eyes and her face began to turn red signaling the lack of air. Recognition hit him a heartbeat before his wrist was wrenched behind his back. His face met the ground shortly after, Thera's knee in his back. His labored breathing sucked dead leaves and dirt, but he hardly noticed. Rage had begun to fade, and realization sat on his soul like a white hot coal in a brazier.

"You see D’Ashan." her voice came, just next to his ear. "You are not a martyr, and not perfect, you have attacked your teacher with rage in your eyes. You’ve shown your true weakness." The last vestages of his rage left him in a rush. He had not only attacked an instructor, but Thera. A woman and his teacher. his breathing slowed now, tears starting to flow from his eyes silently. "You have known the desire to kill in rage, you could see the life leaving my eyes. Let that rage serve as a reminder of the dangers of anger, and let that be the only time to attempt to take an innocent life." The memory of her face fueled his tears and they changed to sobs, his body shaking under the weight of Thera's knee.

Thera released him and pulled his head into her lap, stroking his hair as his grief poured from him. He sat there sobbing for what seemed an eternity although surely it was only minutes. All of the pain from years of teasing and inadequacy. Sorrow for what he had become, what he was capable of now that he had been trained. Fear of becoming like his Darkfriend Father. After a time he picked his face up and scrubbed it with his sleeve, he was glad Thera had brought them to a secluded section of the yards. Looking at her he spoke.

"I am sorry Thera, forgive me if you can. I will understand if you cannot."

The globe of light grew brighter as Rochel funneled more into it. When it grew brighter still, Evanen felt a thrill of danger. The look on Rochel's face didn't look like she meant to stop. The ball suddenly burst into flame and Evanen was suddenly glad she had not drunk a large amount of water recently. Light her eyes must be as big as plates! Gulping a deep breath she realized she had been holding her breath. The acrid smell left by the fireball hung in the air with a small amount of smoke.

Her eyes almost popped off of her face as the door to their room was wrenched from its hinge and an Aes Sedai with a thunderhead for a face walked in. Her heart hurt from the sudden strain of trying to burst from her body and flee the room running. Despite herself a quite undignified squeak escaped her lips before the woman spoke.

"I suggest, whatever you were practicing just now, you wake Larindhra Sedai about it." Evanen bounded to her feet and dropped into a curtsy before thought had a chance to take hold. She slipped past the Sedai and hurried down the hall, feeling a stab of guilt before she realized that Rochel was not far behind. She may not have been channeling but she was guilty by association. Reaching out in the dark hallway her hand found Rochel's. Squeezing briefly she let go, hoping the woman knew how she felt. Resolving herself she made her way to Larindhra's study. If Rochel had to endure a dose of the slipper, at least she would have a friend to do so with...

Woot for our friends across the pool!  ;D