Gale saw Geirrin back at work and decided to head his way over there. He'd done a bit of touch up on the wood but not much in the way of refining anything too further. After all, this was Geirrin's project and he was just assisting on it. Not only that, but they kept him rather busy at the Farm even without this side project.

Still, Geirrin had his mind already set to a project. They'd progressed almost to the point where words were no longer necessary. Gale gave a quick nod and siezed the Power without a second thought now. He was more comfortable around Geirrin now and it was obvious that Gale would need the ability to channel to start at this task. Still, managing so many weaves such as Geirrin was...

Gale started on the remainder of the wood, a few hefty logs yet to be sliced. He began quickly, burning through rested energy at a surprisingly slow pace. The work was fun and not as violent as the usual training. Perhaps that had something to do with it. Gale didn't know when he'd be comfortable taking another person's life with the Power. He'd gotten into his fair share of brawls over the course of his life but to date he'd not killed anyone. The prospect didn't appeal to him much.

Once he'd finished, Gale moved his way back to Geirrin, allowing the man to finish off the task he was on before coming closer. He continued to hold the Power, sweat beading on his brow, while he awaited the next order.

Gale seized the Power as soon as Geirrin instructed, letting the sickly sweet male half of the source flood into him. It wasn't the most refreshing feeling in the world, but there was still a sense of wonder to holding so much energy within his body. Gale didn't let it get to him, however. The moment of reflection, if it could be called such, came and went like so many other thoughts drifting outside of the Void.

"I think I do be able to manage," the Illianer spoke with ease. He stood up and kept the desire to stretch from reaching his muscles. Instead, after following the weaves of the other man and touching back on previous training, he found the Power relatively easy to instruct. That's not to say he did all this work without trouble. No, it was still a strain - especially slowing the descent of these trees. The first few simply fell, his thick threads of Air shattering almost instantly upon impact. That is, when he could get them up in time.

Channeling quickly was still difficult. By the fifth or sixth one, however, he had fallen into a decent rhythm. He was in no way a master - but he wasn't in danger of hurting Geirrin or himself. Not exactly, anyway. He managed to drop enough logs - at least as many as he felt they'd need, which did turn out to be around a dozen -  he began the process of shaping.

The sun had fallen a considerable distance, however, and Gale was finding more than one strain on his body. He had barely begun to cut one or two of the huge logs into the proper sections before it was about time to call it quits for the evening.

"I do no have much skill, but I know my way around a ship." He puzzled over the shaping bit for a moment, wondering if all he'd learned could really be applied to this so soon. Truth was, he'd been here only a month or so and his skill was lacking. Still, he hoped experience would help in that regard. After all, he was a natural born sailor. How hard could it be?

"It do no be an easy task to build a ship." He surveyed the wood laid out, some of it shaped and some of it just settled aside to be shaped later. He thought there could be a few more logs laid out, but Gale had only overseen a few ships built in his time and only helped in one of them. Besides, this was a first of sorts for him - especially considering the size. But, nevermind that. The man was right, if they needed more wood it was there. "Let us get on to shaping. Show me what you do need from me."

Gale assumed the Void without any trouble, but waited to sieze the Power until directed. Despite everything, he was still a little leery on grabbing at the source without the others knowing there be a reason for it.

Gale, once more at home on a ship at land, could not help but notice the wood now that it was starting to come into shapes he recogonized. He studied the beams somewhat approvingly and settled himself down comfortably once noting that the Geirrin was taking a break.

He'd seen the man a few times before in various classes. Here, everyone was more or less family - even though interacting with the various levels of that family wasn't quite the same. So, Gale had gotten to know a good many of these people by face if not by name. He gave a quick, friendly grin and scratched at the Illianer-cut beard gracing his square jaw.

"You do be constructing a ship, yes?" Gale had already decided, seeing as he'd finished lunch quickly, that he would help if the opportunity presented itself. "I do know a bit about ships myself. If you do no mind the company..." Gale spread his hands to finish the rest of that sentence for him.

While Gale was not wildly thrilled with any sort of menial labor task (and who could be, really?) he managed to work without any complaint. Following orders was easy and Gale knew enough about the Power by now to manage with flipping.

Had they been smart enough to co-ordinate with Air, perhaps all of them lift together and walk instead of continously flipping the logs end over end it may have gone smoother. Then again, Gale was not in the position to be giving orders. Despite how the Dedicated dealt with the Soldiers, Gale gave his full effort in completing the task the way everyone seemed to find it best.

The slicing went easily, Gale thought he could do the weave after watching the execution once or twice. Still, using it in such a way... Gale could see the applications. He wasn't sure if he was ready to take another life with the One Power. He would. There was no doubt in his mind there. But was he ready for it on a mental level? He supposed he would have to be.

Gale couldn't help the grin slide over his face at the prospect of a night off. He put his arms over the closest two Soldiers and started toward the Inn. "Oh, I do be thinking I see a good night ahead, fellows." The grip around their shoulders was surprisingly strong for how tired Gale felt, but he didn't mind so much. In fact, his step was even a little quicker than it should have been all things considered.

But food awaited. And after that, well, bring on the drinks. He'd earned 'em.

Seeing as Gale had been here for little more than a few weeks and was still a Soldier to boot, he figured he wasn't going to be the one giving orders. Noting that this place wasn't too wildly different from the ship (in that there were only a certain few that gave orders and the rest leapt to obey) he figured speaking up would probably just get him beaten down. Violently.

Gale, not one for violent beatings unless he were the one giving them (and had good reason for it, of course - alcohol being a good reason) decided it best he just keep himself available for one of the Dedicated to start figuring out how things could be done. That didn't mean that Gale couldn't sieze hold of saidin however. All of this channeling was wearing him out, as it had been for weeks now, but he noticed already how much more he had been able to handle. It was surprising how quickly he learned, in fact.

He hadn't been asleep during Asha'man Arath's weave to slice apart the tree, or the hugely thick weaves that came against the tree to slow it's descent. Definite possibilities there, even if he could not see any of them to fruition just yet. So far, paying attention was key and he intended to keep it up no matter how tired he got. He had a feeling, after this, that he was going to be pretty bloody tired. Enough so that a good drink would be in order after the day's events were done.

"We do be ready to listen and work where you do need it," Gale said to the assembled Dedicated, who seemed to be puzzling out some course of action. He stood with the other Soldiers, arms to either side of him. He thought about giving one of those stiff bows but decided against it, seeing as all of them were in training he wasn't so sure rank played into it here - despite him deferring to the group. After delivering the quick sentence, Gale stepped back with the rest of the Soldiers and waited for command.

Gale moved as he was instructed, standing patiently while Asha'man Arath went about his instruction. He was glad for the momentary peace, taking in deep, relaxing breaths. Naturally, he released the Power and was both sad and grateful to see it gone. It could get addicting, having that much destructive power within you. Defense? Gale didn't know the meaning of the word.

Then lightning smashed against a weak shield made by a Dedicated. Well, it couldn't hurt to learn a little defense.

It would seem, however, that he had the opportunity to wait on that request. Time to put that practice to work against a defending foe. Gale took in a breath and drew in the Power, seizing the tainted source and letting that vileness and power fill him.

He saw Alean lick his lips. Jas gave Gale a small grin and the two advanced. "I do no suppose we do attack together?" He asked Jas, who merely shrugged.

"I didn't hear anything against it, if that's what you're asking." Alean, now fully prepared it seemed, shrugged.

"Let's see if my training paid off," he goaded and Jas and Gale both mirrored Alean's shrug. The attacks began... and neither of them had much success, together or alone.

Whatever shield's Alean had woven, they were near on impervious to anything Gale and Jas could throw at them. They tried everything Alean had taught them, the fire whip was unsuccesful, their daggers were blocked laughably easy. Even trying to bring the earth up around the assembled mannequins proved useless. Alean either unwove their attacks before they could be completed, causing that unpleasant snap back of the flows, or else he formed some defense or shield that kept their attacks from making any impact.

Gale felt building anger bounce off the emptiness surrounding him, especially once Alean began throwing taunts their way to bring out more creative methods of destruction. Jas and Gale tried to coordinate attacks, going for different mannequins at once or attempting to overwhelm him with sheer force. The Dedicated simply refused to break.

The ground did its shaking and Gale watched Jas lose his footing. He felt the Power leave the other man. Gale found it easy to keep his feat, balance came easily after so long on a ship, but it seemed time for this lesson to be over anyway. Still a touch frustrated at making about no progress, Gale heaved a sigh as he let go of the One Power.

Then he was back to waiting.

Gale settled in quickly with the rest of the Dedicated and Soldiers, not too wildly winded after the run. He gave Alean a nod and the same with Jas, another Soldier he'd come to know in the two or three months he'd been here. Gale was actually a little surprised that he didn't miss the ship and open sea so much, but he had a feeling it had to due with the amount of time his training occupied. That and the drinking.

There were only a few places one could find decent entertainment when there wasn't training or chores to be done, but Gale had managed to weasel his way into the right circles relatively quickly. Alean, the Dedicated he found himself paired with again, had actually been one of the people to help him relax in that regard. Gale was thankful for it. Alean was a good fellow, though. Smart and quick with the channeling bit and he had a sailor's sense of humor, so Gale got on well with him.

Seizing the Power took less than a moment for Gale this far into his training. He would have smiled at the progress if happiness hadn't waited outside the Void with all his other emotions. He was actually familiar with a wide variety of tricks with so much training already below his belt. Gale knew he had much farther to go, however.

Alean started in his usual way, teaching an attack weave from each element before starting the cycle anew. The man seemed to think it gave a wider variety of skills to pull from and a good familiarity with each of the five powers. If this made Gale's channeling any better, he couldn't say. Likely not, but he enjoyed knowing different ways to approach the same task and he was gaining strength in every thread instead of focusing on any one in particular.

With Gale's gestures and wide and exagerrated as they were, he liked the fire whip the most. This gave him a broad area to cover and offered some decent control, using his body and his mind to direct the thin flow of fire stretched out from his clenched fist. It did not writhe and react the same way a real whip would, which was good since Gale had no formal training in the weapon. In fact, it had a great manuverability when put in the hands of a master. Gale could claim no such title, but he had progressed to the point where he didn't need everyone forty paces away from him when he started practice.

Earth offered its share of deadly treats, from spiked projectiles to simply using it to basically swallow up an individual. It took a great effort to get even one dummy since there was so much to control, but Gale managed with his usual wide gestures. His hands went out to either side of him and came up and forward until he all but clapped over his head. He took a step with it as well, as if he had to lunge into the weave. The effect smashed the dummy between the two pieces of earth the way meat might get flattened beneath teeth.

With Air, he was able to wrap thin and finely sharpened strands around the dummy and pull it to pieces. His fingers moved as if each commanded a piece of wire, clenching into fists to tighten and then yanking back toward him to finish the full move. The dummy fell to the ground in several pieces.

The day was going to be difficult. But, every day here was difficult so Gale was not surprised. As the sun climbed, he felt new muscles - some mental and others physical - pushing through limits and barriers set the day before. This was no longer new, being pushed past his limit. While it never grew easier, at least Gale wasn't surprised at the developments and improvements he made. Sweat did not take long to form, but it was not so bad as it had been when he'd first arrived.

Progress could not be slow going here. Not when madness was so uncertainy. Each of them had an unknown and chaotic life expectancy, like bombs with hidden fuses. There could be an eruption at any moment. Gale had seen men go crazy here and he suspected that one day he would join them in madness. And then he would join them in death. Because there was no other way.

The Light send he was crazy enough not to know the time of his death. Gale was not sure he would be ready to face it when it came.

Gale was not in the slightest bit enthusiastic about beginning the cooking side of channeling. In truth, he was exhausted from his first real day of channeling. He had only learned how to seize the Power this morning and already he felt he was pushed beyond his limit. Still, if the only way he was going to be able to eat was through his own cooking... Light.

Gale took in a quick breath to try and steady his nerves, dipping into his reserves to keep on his feet. This do no be difficult, Gale thought to himself. He had it harder on ship than he did here. Or so he tried to tell himself. It didn't stop the weariness, something different than a real physical tired. His body didn't want to go on, but it struck deeper than just his muscles. Gale put it out of mind as he seized the Power. He got it on the first

He accepted the food with thin flows of Air, able to channel two weaves at once with a moderate level of difficulty. It certainly wasn't getting any easier, but now that the Power rushed through him he felt as if he'd gained a second wind. For the time being, anyway. This food thing was going to be... interesting.

For a few long moments, he merely stared at the pieces assembled before him. Many of the other Soldiers were going off on their own to start about their meals, picking up enough from what Faringal had shown them to make due with what they'd learned. Gale had to watch a few other Soldiers perform the weaves before he felt comfortable enough to attempt it. He found a place not too far from where they had all been gathered, one that appeared it had been used as a cooking pit before, and focused.

It took some time, struggling with a pot and even more with the water. After a half our or so, and several reminders that raw meat was bad for the system, he had at least the beginnings of a boil on the pot. Patience was indeed a virtue but one this Illianer lacked. If not for the Void, he may have kicked over the pot a few times during the attempt. With that emptiness surrounding him, anger and frustration rolled off of him the way water did a rock.

With some more peaking and minor adjustments, he had the water up to a boil and started cooking the vegetables. How the meat was going to get cooked, that was another story. Had he known anything of weaves, he may have tried tying off the one used to boil the water. Unfortunately, he didn't, and had to hold the tender weave while he started up with a second for the meat. Really, it was the third. He had to use a flow of air to keep the beat floating above the new fire he was conjuring.

The strain was unbelievable. Gale remained seated in the grass, hands gripping his knees as he just focused on maintaining the three weaves against the torrent of the tainted half of the One Power. The sheer strength of it was daunting. Every second was a struggle for control, one that Gale continuously felt he could lose any moment. Still, he managed to hang out. Was this as bad as it got? Somehow he felt it was only the beginning. Faringal had said all of their chores must be done with the One Power now? Light, it was too much. Faringal had another thing coming if he thought Gale was about to subject himself to this kind of torture.

Light, but he needed a drink.

It was the smell of burning that caught his attention... and not burning of meat. Fabric. He leapt back in shock, more rolling over himself as he couldn't leap from his cross-legged position. At least that little effort put out the little bit of flame that had ignited on his pants. When he was standing, adrenaline momentarily giving him another burst of energy, he noted that his weaves had all been released in surprise.

Fire erupted in a quick, surprising burst once he'd left it to its own will. It went out as quickly as any blaze with nothing left to burn, sending his pot and vegetables into the air with a quick pop and his meat nicely scorched without being fully cooked. That bit got dropped right into the dirt where the fire had been more or less hovering. Gale kicked the pot as hard as he could, sending it sailing off into the distance.

He regretted the action almost instantly, of course, and trotted after the thing before he got chewed out for it. Disciplinary figures were always around at the worst opportune moment, it seemed, but perhaps Gale would get lucky.

When he got back to his dirty meat and ruined vegetables, Gale merely started again. First seizing the Power, then setting about cleaning off the chunk of meat as best he could. After that came the cooking, which went a bit faster now that he was more focused on his task. He kept his mind to the job at hand, that second wind of his in full force. After this meal, though, he was done and he knew it. It might not be dark yet, but it was getting there and Gale was ready for a heavy sleep.

OOC: Sorry, my internet has been dead for a week. Haha.

Gale was not wildly enthused to start attack weaves yet. In truth, he would have been quite satisfied to start real small and work his way up. In no way had he felt he'd mastered any of the skills taught today and those were just the basics. Perhaps he had made a mistake in choosing this life. Then again, he could feel the Power calling to him even as he stood there in silence - watching Attack Leader Faringal start shaping various pseudo-humans from the earth. It was quite fascinating to see, truthfully, and Gale sucked in all the information that he could.

It was wild to even watch those thin threads get pulled and pushed and twisted about so and so. Gale likened it to rope, the only thing with any type of weave that he knew, and watched these thin strands mingle their way here and here to produce something tangible. His thoughts of desertion faded with the knowledge to learn more, even if it was all a bit overwhelming.

Then came the order to assault the immobile beasts. Gale assumed the attacks were meant to be with the Power. That was just as well since Gale had no faith in his ability to use a sword. The thing was just an unwelcome weight at his side in truth.

Seizing the Power proved to be easier this time around, drawing in the tainted half of the One Power until he felt himself both sickened and overjoyed to hold it. He took a slow, calming breath to keep his mind steady. Okay, Gale, be easy. How hard do th-- but his thoughts were cut short by an explosion to one side of him. And then another, if not quite the same, from his other side. Gale found it hard not to jump in surprise. More explosions, fireballs going off or the ground erupting beneath one of the things. Gale's adrenaline shot up near instantly, sending his heart beat racing beneath that black coat.

He pulled in his focus, fed the sounds to the silence of his mind. In a moment, he was ready to start on his own. After all, copying a bit of what those other fellows were doing could not be hard. He pulled up a rock with a weave of Air, managing to lift something about the size of his hand without too much trouble. What had the others done? Fire and Earth were woven into the stone, trickles at first for it wasn't easy to manage so many weaves at once, until the thing took on this indescribable quality. It was as if he could feel power in it, though it was not giving off a glow or any heat that he could tell.

Using Air, he lobbed the rock at one of the mannequins. The explosion took him aback, the rock landing around the feet of one of the standing things. Of course, it was gone in a moment... with mild damage done to one or two of the others. Interesting.

Gale attempted a fireball next, though it wasn't easy to weave or hurl. It took two to actually destroy the mannequin in question, seeing as the power was so light within the tiny ball that it barely had enough explosive power to decimate the thing. It would have definitely put a stop to anyone coming at him, but it was complete destruction he was going for.

Satisfied, he wove Air around the throat of one of the crude shapes. And then he pulled the weave tighter. And tighter. And tighter. The head popped from the shape with little fanfare; making a light jump from the body and falling to the ground instead of sailing wildly into the air. With a few more minutes time, Gale had sharpened a thin weave of Air enough that it acted as a thin knife. Another minute later and he'd managed another. He threw them at the headless thing, piercing rather ineffectively into the shape. He tried again and again, getting the weave down a little faster each time. And more effective, too, even if he only managed two of the thin weaves at once. By the end he was up to three, though he felt this to be a great strain.

Gale took a break before going after the fourth creature. He wasn't sure why he felt so... exhausted... when he'd barely done more than a lap around the Tower. His mouth was open and he pulled in air in slow, controlled gulps. There were a few others around him doing the same, so he didn't feel quite so bad. Still, Faringal didn't seem to take well to any of them slacking - not with the look he gave them - so it was back to work.

In a last bit of effort, Gale just wove Fire and Earth into the thing until, as so many of the others before it, bits of soil and grass showered the few feet around the field. The explosion wasn't wildly impressive, but it was decent enough for a beginner Gale thought. With a heavy sigh, he released the Power reluctantly... and felt even more strength drain out of him. Gale had to catch his legs before they folded beneath him, but he managed to stay standing. And, from the way Faringal was chewing out another of the soldiers, Gale kept himself standing pretty straight and still. No reason to get called out for anything.

Relax, Gale. This do no be hard. Just breathe and... try number three ended in failure. So Gale sucked in another slow breath and tried very hard to funnel all of his emotions outside of his body. Truthfully, that was the easiest part. Aside from being physically warmed up, Gale had too many emotions inside of him for any one to register. So shoving them all out of his body was easy. The hard part was grabbing the Power.

But, on attempt four, the male half of the One Power rushed into him. Gale was caught by surprise, but the emotion bounced off of the void in his mind. Instead, he fought to control the sudden torrent raging within him. After a few quick breaths, he had it.

Despite the girly sounding name, Gale knew very little about weaves. He knew something about knots, and rope, but when it came to actual sewing or anything he was in the dark. Watching Faringal start spinning some sort of colored, intangible thread into creation was quite stunning to see. And all the tricks that the man had used... well... Gale wasn't sure he'd be able to create anything like that.

Of course, two and a half hours later or more he knew enough of the basics that he could distinguish between the Five Powers easily enough. Furthermore, he even knew a little about shields, a matter of Air it seemed, and creation which seemed to mix Air with Earth rather heavily. And the destruction bit, well... All he had from that was what Faringal showed off earlier.

Armed with new knowledge and a goal, it took Gale twenty minutes to pull a ship out of the earth. It wasn't anything fantastic, in fact it was more a crude sketch of a ship made out of bits of earth and roots and rock. With a little creative polishing, shaping with Air and Earth, Gale spent another few minutes rounding the boat into a vessel worthy of the sea. Well, worthy of a small river perhaps. Or a calm lake.

The ship was perhaps little less than Gale's upper body in height and half the span of his arms. Air kept it rather steadily in front of him, but the strain of holding the simple weave and trying to wrap the ship in a sheild was too much. He set the boat down carefully, laying it on its side. Then he bubbled it just as he'd been shown.

Teeth held together against the strain of Power inside of him, the force of which continued to try and rend control from him, Gale kept himself focused. Slow, deep breaths. Then he gestured to Faringal, who didn't seem to respond to beckoning motions. As well he didn't, Gale supposed.

"Attack Leader Faringal, I do be ready." He managed out in one quick spit of words empty of emotion. Of course, half a minute later proved that Gale wasn't ready in the slightest. Faringal started simple, slamming the shield with easily brushed off attacks. So long as Gale kept his concentration up, nothing could get through the shield. Once things got complicated, however, and that hardly took any time at all, Gale found his weave snapping back at him and his ship reduced to tiny pieces.

Gale picked himself up off the ground, not realizing that he'd fallen. The fall had let saidin slip from his grasp. Dusting himself off hasitly, Gale went back to attention for Faringal's tirade. If this Attack Leader was anything like the Captain, Gale was in for a tongue lashing.

OOC: Bleh. It's been awhile since I've channeled. Hopefully I get better at this. Haha. No worries about the time length. I've been pretty busy, myself.

Gale was one of the last to arrive. Well, perhaps the last to arrive. He supposed he should be lucky he hadn't shown up after everyone had already started the lap, though. Sadly, he had been unable to attain any alcohol since arriving here, but the lack of heavy drinking didn't keep him from sleeping in a little when morning rose. Old habits died hard.

There was little time for idle chatter from him. By the time he'd settled into position, there came the sudden impossibly loud barking of a man. One of the Asha'man, no doubt. Gale was used to being yelled at, though, coming from a ship. In fact, the loudness of this man's voice wasn't something Gale found unfamiliar. It wasn't rare to have the captain start screaming right next to Gale's ear. Still, the voice was louder than even that. And, Gale hadn't been expecting it. There was a reaction, but it was more a gentle recoil that only hit his upper body. Then he rubbed at an ear. Old habits.

Gale let out a quiet groan at the prospect of running. He had never enjoyed land as much as the open sea, but that could just be the Illianer heritage in him. Still, he wouldn't let it be said that he was lazy. A lap around the place wasn't anything to laugh at, but the run hardly dented Gale's endurance. He was finished relatively quickly, not liking the early morning part of it all. At least he had no hangover, though.

He was one of the first five or six to return, mostly because a lot of these fellows weren't in as good a shape as Gale would have expected. Spend a few years out at sea and one might be surprised how fast cardiovascular endurance built. Gale was still mastering his breathing when it came time for introduction.

"I do be Gale Nalineo from Illian. I do be here since I do lose a," Gale realized at that moment it might not be wise to suggest that he lost a bet. He supposed that counted as losing, finding out that he could channel. That Tairen ale might have something to do with him here. A large something, in truth, but it was more than that. "What I do mean is I do come to serve the Lord Dragon." He didn't mutter 'and all that' but the desire was strong. Besides, after saying it, Gale realized that serving the world might have a few perks. Furthermore, what use was sailing if the seas boiled up when the Dark One broke free and took over? Best to stop him first and worry about getting back on a ship later.

Because there would be a later.

Right?

Haha. I didn't get it until you mentioned Princess Bride. That's fun. So, this is an Illianer girl that loves everyone? Was her mom Domani? Or is she just really nice? I'll keep my eyes open. Lol. More for Carnhain than anyone else, hahaha.

Gale blinked his eyes a few more times in surprise, trying to process what he had just heard. He could feel his companions behind him, having already failed the test and ready to continue on with a night of drinking. It had been a dumb dare anyway. Bailen was gazing into the mug he'd carried with him from the tavern.

"This do be the last time I do drink Tairen ale," he muttered. Gale could second that.

"You do no mind repeating that?" The stunned deckhand was saying, rubbing at his ears. Perhaps he had just misheard.

"I said you have the ability to channel, you lucky fellow. Now step on in and begin the adventure of your life," the black-coated man said with a curt, if impatient smile. Was there a note of humor in those eyes? No, couldn't be. "Whenever you're ready."

Gale scratched at the back of his head for a moment, considering. Did he really have a choice? Certainly another glance at the thin smile of the Asha'man had him thinking that it would be wise to proceed.

"I do think it do be best for me to gather my belongings first." Gale said and started to tip toe his way slowly back out with his companions. The Asha'man wasn't having it, and a hand was clapped to his shoulder, keeping him in place. Not forcing him to stay still - not exactly - but Gale wasn't going to test him. "Or they do have all that I do need..." the man gave a small nod and Gale took a slow step forward.

"Well, it do be nice to know you all." Gale spent the next minute saying goodbye to his 'friends' (that term didn't seem to fit so well when he was the only one going to learn how to channel) and letting them know where it would be best to put all of his belongings. And his pay. "And I do no how much I do be entitled to, so none of you do think of stealing from me." There were promises that such would not be the case and they were gone before Gale had fully turned to face the Asha'man.

"There do be drinks and women there?" He asked quietly, hopefully, while the Asha'man did a quick something or other that got a portal opening up in the air not two steps from where Gale stood. He jumped back in sudden surprise.

"Yes, whatever you say," the man said, breaking Gale out of his stunned stupor. "Step on through, everything will get sorted out over there."

Gale swallowed. Then he cautiously stepped forward and...

"Well, this do no be Tear," he said more to himself than anyone else as the Asha'man hadn't seen fit to follow him in. "Alcohol and women do no be bad," he said with a little bit of a smile, recalling the Asha'man's promise that there'd be plenty of both. In fact, Gale didn't think this would be all that bad at all.

He had stepped out of Tear into a room that smelled of a stable though there was no horse smell to it. A wide room, used for storage perhaps only there was nothing in here being stored. And nothing to drink, either. Gale could use a good drink. He put his hand to his beard, a finger rubbing his shaved upper lip. Best to get started.

Gale stepped out of the building and let his eyes run over the farm. He had the sneaking suspicion that the Asha'man had played some sort of trick on him. There were a lot of men in black coats, though, and the time of day was different. Early morning, perhaps? Or early evening. Gale didn't glance up to the sky to check because he was grabbing the coat of the nearest man and asking, "fortune favor you, but do you know where I do find a good drink?" Asking after women might be a little much. As far as he could see, this little place didn't have any.

OOC: Ah... I know I got some of the Illian speech wrong. I like to say do a lot more than they.. do. So, just lemme know what's wrong and give me pointers as we go and I'll try to adjust. Thanks!

Same with other errors.. just lemme know what I screwed up on and I'll fix it. Awesome. Let's have some fun!

HAHAHAHA! Yes! All right, thanks!

Uh-oh. That doesn't sound pleasant. Now I'm nervous to even start playing. Hahaha.

I feel like an idiot, but seriously.. who is it I gotta PM for the One Power stuff?

This forum thing is so tricky to me.. Am I waiting for a cross check on this bio still or has that been done? I don't know what that WK means.

We already have some Illianers? I gotta check out those posts, figure out their speech again.. where they at?

Yippy. Who do I need to talk to for my One Power scores again? >.> I gotta work on that whole memory thing. Life has just been a little busy the last few weeks.

After I get the OP scores, I'm good to go? Or can I start now, without 'em?