Orrin wasn't sure what to think of this woman who calls herself Timewalker. He was unsure of alot of things at the moment, but none of it showed. He walked through the forest with his new companion in silence, holding his spear in his left handoutof necessity, but how strange is felt there, not at all the sense of familiarity he was used to, but as if he had never held the weapon, let alone trained and killed with it.

Sometime after they started out his ne companion said, "Do you have any more questions? I know it's a lot to understand, a lot to try to get through in a short time.  We all have to come through this and if you need to talk, i'm here."

A smile almost touched his lips when he thought about her question. He couldn't remember a time that he had been so incompitent in a subject as he was when it came to his current cercumstances. The thing he found funny was that he didn't even know enoughto know what questions to ask. But since they wher traveling and apperantly by foot since he had yet to here or see a horse, he would like to know how far they were going and how long she expected it to take.

"Where is the Stedding?" he ask timewalker. "If its very far we can go back and get two of my horses, its not really stealing if they are already mine." Maybe he could leave a letter to his family in one of the stalls. Just to let his family know he wasn't in some trolloc's cookpot.

Orrin held his empty mug out toward her signaling that he would have another cup of her tea it was a blend unlike any he had tasted before and he liked the taste of it, though he suspected that she drank it for warmth. He knew from the few trading trips that he had accompanied his mother on that the lands to the south were much hotter than his home and she did seem to be a bit over dressed for the weather. But he did not have much experience outside of Shienar, it was rare that his mother had to make a trip herself, only when one of her suppliers was acting up.

"My mother is a tea merchant" he said absent mindedly. ' I have never tasted a tea like this before, which is saying something. Where does it come from, or is it your own blend? There is a very large market for tea up here, especially in the winter." Orrin rambled on like this for sometime telling his new aquaintance about his family and the place that he had grown up feeling more at ease with timewalker now that he had decided that he trusted her story. After awhile Orrin saw that they had drank the last of the tea and the and that timewalker seemed to be preparing to leave, so he handed her mug back to her and waited for her to lead the way.

A few days ago Orrin wouldn't have even contemplated leaving his family, but when he thought of any of his family coming to harm because of his actions, he new that she was right. He could not risk going home, yet.

As Orrin opened his mouth to tell her that he was feeling up to traveling his cup dropped from his hand spilling out its contents on the forest floor. Orrin had the image of a young wolf in his head. It was a cold long winter, even by northern standards. The pack leader along with several other members of the pack had already perished. The young wolf was leading the attack on what seemed to be the last deer in the world, at least it would be for the remnaints of the pack, if they didn't get this meal, they would be to weak to catch the next. Then Orrin saw blood soaked snow and could smell the blood of the wolves prey. The final image was of the pack following the young wolf as the the world changed from winter to spring.

Orrin new the young wolf in his mind was the battle scared and aged wolf that stood beside Timewalker.

"I will follow you to the Stedding. I am well enough to travel."

Orrin told Timewalker of the image he had seen in his mind and asked Timewalker what it meant.

Kin, maybe. There is a faction within it that thinks they should be more agressive against the shadow.

Ok, Thanks for sharing your knowledge. :)

I guess, what about the other question i asked?

and as for the raven tatoo that marks seekers, if a Suldam ever saw it on a damane, would she assume it was from before she was leashed?

The way i saw it working is that a Seeker Suldam would arrange for this seeker damane to be linked (I think that what they call it) with a Suldam she wants to investigate. The seeker suldam would then have the damane tell her everything she saw and heard. I always thought they viewed damane as dangerous until they were leashed, but never as animals. And they obviously know that they have some intelligence as they are able to train them, and the damane are able to speak. and as for the raven tatoo that marks seekers, if a Suldam ever saw it on a damane, would she assume it was from before she was leashed? I think i may make this its own thread to get as many opinions as possible. I am trying to develope a new character.

Would a damane ever be a seeker for the truth? Who better than someone nobody notices to be a pair of eyes and ears?

I am thinking of starting a Kin character. Could someone send me some links so I can see how different people RP them?

thanks :)

My only argument against them being able to sense darkfriends would be from book two where Perrin traveled with Ingtar (sp)  searching for the horn and had no idea he was a darkfriend.  Either way I am good with them being able too or not.

One explaination for Perrin not sensing that Ingtar was a darkfriend(if wolfkin can sense darkfriends, which I am undecided on and leaning toward they can't) is that while they were traveling Ingtar wasn't a darkfriend. The saying is that "no one is so far gone to the shadow that he cannot come back to the light". After Ingtar let the assasin in and saw that he tried to kill the Amrylin (really Rand), he was very repentant and turned from the shadow. So maybe while they were chasing the Horn, he wasn't a darkfriend anymore.

Also as I see it the Band could find no better scouts than a few Wolfkin. Who else other than wolves and wolfkin can instantly communicate what they see over a distance of 2 miles or longer if the message is relayed through someone? I'm not sure what the benefits to the wolfkin might be, although I have some ideas. This is one of the intermediate term goals I am planning on pursuing with Orrin if it doesn't happen before I get to it.

Orrin watched causiously as timewalker rose and headed toward the place where he suspected his spear to be hidden. She picked it up and extended it toward Orrin haft first. Orrin grabbed it with his right hand and surpressing a grimace hastily shifted it into his left before he dropped it. He did not think he would be able to use his favored weapon the way he had before, it felt awkward just holding it in his left hand. A wolf came into veiw after a few moments and stood beside her...she was no shadowspawn.

"How does it work?", Orrin asked. "The only time have been able to speak them is when I had completely forgotten that I was human and thought that I was a wolf. Its happened twice to me now." Orrin was worried that the next time he wouldn't remember that he was human, but he did not trust this "timewalker" enough to voice that thought to her.

"You said there are other. How many and why have I never seen them before?"

Orrin needed to find out how to control this, obviously Timewalker had figured it out.

"I need to get back to let my family now that I am alive", Orrin told her. He didn't know where he would go after that. But after the night of the trolloc's raid when he had lost himself to the wolf and almost hurt his brother, he knew he couldn't stay. Not until he was sure he could control it.

Orrin didn't understand how she could know these things about him, unless what she was saying was true. But she hadn't guessed one thing, sometimes he became a wolf, on more than one occasion now, Orrin had in the heat of battle forgotten that he was human. And when that happened the wolves talked to him, and he talked to them, if it could be called that.

"All these things you have asked me about, they have happened. I need some proof though, before I trust you. Call one of your wolves here. But first, my weapon." Orrin said, knowing that wolves hated shadowspawn. If the wolves came it would prove two things, one that she could speak with them and two that she was not some new creation of the shadow. As Orrin spoke he stood up and began walking around the stranger toward were he suspected his weapon lay.

"You know about myrrdrall and their shadow tainted blades, but your accent places you outside of the Borderlands. Where are you from that you have knowledge of what most southlanders consider children’s tales?” Orrin asked as he watched the stranger and looked around for his weapon. "What are these Wolfkin and what do dreams and wolves have to do with anything?" Just as she began to answer Orrin interrupted her saying, "My spear" causing the stranger to glance behind her.

Orrin felt better just knowing where it was, so being as this timewalker posed no serious threat Orrin sat down facing her and began drinking his tea. First smelling it, and then sipping it slowly to see if it was safe. "How did you find me?” Orrin asked in addition to his other questions. She had saved his life, he could now remember receiving the wound while fighting the myrrdrall. But he still wasn't sure about her, even a darkfriend could save your life, if she had a use for you. And as for her being his family, well Orrin couldn't think of anyone more different than himself.

Orrin woke with a start, his last memory that of running for his life through the forest from a myrrdrall and a pack of wolves. He was more than a little surprised to see a woman standing a little distance away from him. He studied her, taking in her unusual garb, like a boy’s pants and coat, but cut to fit her body. Then in an accent stranger than any he had ever heard before she said, “Hello.  I'm Timewalker. Don't be afraid, I'm a friend. How are you feeling?” Another oddity, she refused to give her real name. But Orrin was more worried about what might happen if the wolves or worse the myrrdrall were to find this lady, strange as she might be, and himself unarmed. He introduced himself as he stood, pausing only momentarily when he placed his right hand on the ground.

"I am Orrin al’Cairdarei, may peace favor you. You should not be here, we are not safe." As Orrin looked around the area for his spear he began to undo the bandage on his hand. As the bandage fell away Orrin turned to face the stranger and for the first time noticed that her eyes the color of burnished gold and shone with an unatural light. "What? Who are you? What have you done to me? And where is my weapon?" he said, standing ready to run, or fight this stranger if she gave him no other choice.

As Orrin ran through the woods following the tracks of the trollocs he thought he must have lost track of time, it seemed light enough out to be  twilight with the sun just below the horizon preparing to fight back the darkness across the sky. But to Orrin it seemed that this must be a cursed night for he could still see the half moon high in the sky. But these thoughts were only passing things on the surface of the pond of his consciousness; Orrin’s deep thoughts were of cleansing the night of wrongness, of vengeance. There were also images that kept coming into his mind unsummoned, images of the trollocs he pursued as if he was imagining what they were doing at that exact moment in time. With the images came a stench of sour musk and blood old mingled with new. At some point Orrin didn't know when, the scent stayed even when there were no images and he knew it was the stench of trollocs. As he ran through the woods no longer paying attention to the tracks left on the ground, instead following by the unmistakable smell, another image forced its way into his mind so powerfully that he missed a step. But in one fluid movement, instead of falling to the ground, Orrin was now making his may through the forest on three legs, holding his spear along his body with his fourth. A neverborn had joined the twisted ones and Orrin thought this would be a good night to die.

OCC: Orrin now thinks of himself as a wolf.

The other wolf communicated to Orrin that the neverborn and twisted ones were stopping to eat and rest. As Orrin came closer to the spot were the twisted ones were, he stopped running and began stalking. Before he could even see the camp, Orrin knew from the other wolf Kingfisher that the neverborn had only set two guards, one of which was on his back snoring. Orrin silently moved up behind the twisted one that was awake, not that it would have mattered if Orrin had snapped half the twigs on the ground under his feet. The sentry was to busy noisily sucking the marrow out of large bone. A flash of gold bloomed from the guard’s throat. Using his spear that Orrin had put through the creatures neck, Orrin lowered the trolloc quietly to the ground. Orrin turned his attention to the rest of his slumbering prey. As Orrin thrust his spear to silently kill the last of the five trollocs that had raided his home, the twisted one shifted in his sleep. Instead of planting his spear in the beast’s jugular, it went into its shoulder. The beast woke and let out a bellow of agony before Orrin silenced it with his sword. Sensing the neverborn coming up behind him Orrin rolled away dropping his sword while grabbing his spear, knowing that its length might be the thing that saved his life against his adversary. Orrin fought with the thought of killing this abomination high in his mind than his own life.  With no thought of using his spear defensively and using his buckler as weapon as often as not Orrin started to gain ground. There was pain in his hand as his spear went flying to the ground ten feet away from where the neverborn had parried his last attack. As the neverborn readied to deliver the final blow, Kingfisher appeared and buried his teeth into its neck and shoulder. As Orrin grabbed his spear and rammed it home, the myrddraal ripped kingfisher’s maw away from its shoulder and dropped him to the ground dead, his neck bent at an unnatural angle. The myrddraal began advancing slowly toward Orrin, apparently unbothered by the fact that every step forced Orrin spear further though its body. Orrin, paralyzed by fear, remembers his family. His FAMILY, not his pack. Not wolf, but HUMAN. Just as the neverborn was almost close enough to grab Orrin, two wolves flowed out of the night, followed by three more, knocking the neverborn back and to the ground, away from Orrin who barely managed to hold onto his grandfather’s spear.

Before Orrin knew what he was doing, he was stumbling through the woods. Not caring which direction he went so long as it was away from the myrddraal and the wolves. He ran until his feet faltered from exhaustion. As he fell the world went black before he ever hit the ground.

Thanks ;)

Shienar...to both questions.

Can someone tell me what board my first IC post should be under?

*loosens belt and shows off army issued tan briefs while taking a long drink of tequila. Fiens passing tequila to Tae then snatches it back for one more swig before handing it over*

*hugs Tay*

Its good to be here. :)

Absolutly...once I'm found.  :)

*takes tequila from Andrea and sticks it down his pants*

I don't care whos it WAS, its mine now. ;)

??? I just got my bio approved and CC'd. How do I begin RPing? Can't wait!

Thank you Tae and Jay.