One thing that has been bugging me in my last read-through is that the Forsaken grew up speaking the Old Tongue, were locked away for 3000 years, and all the sudden speak a whole new language. In the case of Aginor, within a few weeks or months. Nobody that has ever come into contact with them commented about a funny accent. I know it's nitpicking but its just one of those things that I noticed and can't un-notice.

I'm here

I'm here. Watching and waiting in the Shadow

*Gives the Mother a birthday nuzzle* Happy birthday mumsie!

Dagan looked these Friends of the Dark up and down. One was a fighting man for sure. The three women could be here for anything, they seemed to be the least frightened. The last two men seemed like the sort of scum that lived in small cities and towns, who took the oaths as Darkfriends without fully comprehending what they meant. None seemed to know each other, but these two surely were never a part of any Cell. "Welcome Brothers and Sisters." Dagan said finally. "Our Master has finally given us leave to come out of the shadows. The Black Dawn approaches, and the time for hiding from the Light-blinded is over. You are safe here."

"Where is here?" One of the women asked. Her dark eyes had been scanning the camp since she arrived. Her gaze always seemed to slide past the impaled carcasses surrounding them. She held her composure, though.

"Where we are is not necessary for you to know. We are in the Borderlands, safely protected from prying eyes." He could not afford anyone running off and letting anyone know where an army of Darkfriends was being mustered. Not everyone felt safe here. Their bodies also littered the ground around the camp. Some corpses had arrows sticking out of their backs like pincushions, others were trampled and broken, some were only greasy smears left over in craters made by lightning. Cowardice would not be tolerated. The bodies were left as they lay as another reminder. If they knew where they would soon be heading, many more bodies would be out there. Best not to lose too many before they grow enough backbone for that. "In one month we march. Until then, I need to know how many of you are here to fight. Those who will not will now follow Dreadlord Monell to the support camp."

One of the men and the dark-eyed woman started to walk toward Bran. Dagan was a little disappointed. The woman carried herself as a Darkfriend with some rank. "Since you will not be soldiers, we will have little contact after this." He looked directly at the woman. "Just know that your rank among Darkfriends means quite little here. In my army and in my camp, rank and promotions are based on merit. The Great Master gave me orders to run this army as I see fit." Some had tried to usurp command from some of his officers, which did not turn out well for them. He did not want to waste anyone with any sort of useful skills, but he had to make examples. Those only received a flogging in the middle of camp.

He took the rest to the practice yard, where trainers were going through the paces with the main body of soldiers. Aside, three blademasters were teaching forms to some of the most promising fighters. One man surveyed it all. Matrim Bannor was a Darkfiend of the highest degree, sometimes it seemed he only obeyed Dagan as a courtesy. The man couldn't be more plain, everything about him was average, but he was the most brilliant swordsman Dagan had ever seen. He wasn't as fast or strong as any of the three blademasters, but somehow he had never lost a spar against any of the two together with any weapon. He wouldn't be surprised if Matrim could face all three and come out on top. Dagan had taken to private lessons with the man in the early morning, before even the rest of the army was awake. He was no blademaster, but the man had made him more than formidable.

As he approached Bannor, he noticed that the man was staring as if lost in the din of training. As he turned to the approaching group, the look in his eyes seemed to change, as if another person started looking at him from inside. That made him almost as uncomfortable as the eyeless gaze of Kjasic, who frequented the camp to give progress to Sammael. Between Bannor and Kjasic, sometimes it hardly seemed like he was in charge at all. "General." Was all his Blademaster said. The new look he had was almost feverish, a coiled serpent ready to strike.

Dagan grunted. "Captain." He finally remembered the others. This man was an odd one. "These are todays new recruits. I'll leave their training to you."

The man only nodded, that feverish look returned to the calm ice that was surveying the training. "Of course, General. Leave them to me." That cool look was the more unnerving. 

The plains of the ruined kingdom of Arafel provided a perfect location to build and train an army. There was plenty of open space, grass for horses, and what people remained would not come near the army that Dagan al'Kar commanded. If they knew a tenth of what this army was, they would likely soil themselves and run to the wilderness to live what pathetic remainder of their lives remained.

He waited impatiently under the largest of the banners in the camp. The banner itself was dyed red with the blood of the villagers that had once called this area home, those that refused his offer to join him anyway. Some chose the wiser course and travelled with the army, supporting them in whatever capacity they were able. In the middle of the banner was the shape of a hand painted black. The name was his own idea. The Black Hand held the sword of the Shadow. Not all of the men that initially came with him to raze the country were Friends of the Dark, but those who began refusing orders now hung impaled in a circuit around the camp. Eventually every man here came to realize that his life now belonged to the Great Lord of the Dark.

They had grown in numbers since then. His Master wanted an army built of the faithful. With the Chosen free and the Last Battle approaching, the time for secrecy was over. Like the original Friends of the Dark in the Age of Legends, Dagan had come out of the shadows without fear. He was lent two Dreadlords strong enough to make a gateway for the purpose of actively recruiting new members. Bran had been gone most of the day, and the arrogant man seemed to take his time, even in small villages. He said that testing for a man that could channel took time, but Dagan could hardly imagine how,  Still, the man had brought nearly a dozen men back. Elin was less successful in bringing back women, apparently many of those women who could channel were already in the White Tower. None of them were officially under his command, but perhaps some day that would change. What could he do with such power in his ranks?

As if thinking of the man summoned him, a vertical line appeared and opened into a gateway. A half dozen people appeared. By the look on his face, Bran hadn't had a successful outing, at least by his standards, which meant no channelers. As the gateway closed, Bran finally spoke to the wide-eyed new recruits. "Brothers and sisters," he waved his hand out to show them the sprawling camp "welcome to General al'Kar's Black Hand."

Darkfriends of the world unite! The prophesized Day of the Black Dawn and the Last Battle are nigh.

Tired of serving in the shadows? Ready to kill some Lightfools? General Dagan al'Kar is building an army based in the Tower of the Black Dawn, deep in the Blight. The time for hiding is over.

If killing isn't your thing, Uncle Sammael needs an equally large army of Craftsmen and cooks, and just about every other job.

Go to your local Darkfriend Circle and sign up for the U.S. (United Shadow) Army today!

(Call Sammael "uncle" at your own peril. Tinkers need not apply)

Do I still send them to bios@dragonmout? I saw the post about bios but its dated to 2010, so I wanted to make sure. I have a couple I want to get out there to start with, 2 for the CotS, 1 for the Band, and 1 for the Seanchan. They are all returning characters (Dagan al'Kar, Kjasic, Jaem Caran, and Muaghde).

Cool! I'm glad other people like the idea! 

So the next step, I guess, is to figure out how many Darkfriends would be in the army. I was thinking about 5000-10,000 soldiers, which I think would put them below the size of the Band or Children of the Light, but still formidable. Also, near the Tower is a Trolloc camp. In the books, the Trollocs seemed to have some affection for Isam, who in the RP is Dagan's father. It might be enough reason for them to ally themselves with him, especially if Peaten makes an appearance. The neverending ranks of Trollocs would be enough to put them on par with most armies. Their Myrddraal won't like it, but that could be a rivalry to work with too. Add Dragkhar , maybe a willing Dreadlord or two, that's a badass army.

Another thing I just thought of is Peaten, or even Dagan himself have claim to the throne of Malkier. There's also the possibility of an actual, Blight/Shadow twisted version of the kingdom of Malkier.

I was rummaging through my old posts and I forgot that I had a Darkfriend that was going to build an army for Sammael. I think the Chosen in charge is less important than if anyone else is in, regular Darkfriends could have an active part in the Last Battle. Why should shadowspawn have all the fun?

Anyway, the army would be called the Black Hand. My character was Dagan al'Kar, a Shenarian soldier turned Darkfriend. The original plan was to rebuild the Tower of the Black Dawn, former home of the Shar Mahdi order, as well as Peaten al'Kar, Master of the Order/Slayer (also Dagan's father). The Tower is in the Blight. We don't have to go back there but if we do, we can have our army fight their way to it to prove their worthiness and reclaim it from the Blight.

Thoughts?

@Oddpositions I have a Darkfriend I forgot all about. The last thing he did was start to build an army for Sammael. It was so long ago though that he could really be anywhere. Slayer I don't think is playable anymore. What were you thinking?

*pounds the mug and eyes the bartender*

Yeah either way. I was in the Cavalry before. Also, a long time ago I was talking with someone about an elite commando unit called the Bloodfists. Jaem was trained by the Warders as a young Banner Captain and eventually reached I think a 19 WS. It might be fun to do that if it's an option.

*Still eyeing the bartender*

Ok. I actually just read my bio and it said Jaem stepped down. It's been so long since I've RPed! I forgot the reason I was in Tanchio was to get Calder so he could be the Commander. Yeah I'd be fine with Undercommander or whatever. That's up to whoever is in charge of that.

I'm ready to get back into the swing of things but I want to see where we are. When I left, Jaem was the IC Commander and he was in Tanchio? finding Calder. I don't mind not being the commander if someone else took over. Jaem was just my favorite and I'd like to write him again in whatever rank.

I wish I read this post earlier. It seems like some decisions have been made, but I have thoughts...

I actually really like the idea of moving on from after the Last Battle. All of the groups are fully fledged and formed, and we really don't have to deal with main characters. We can create the Fourth Age in our own image.

Having been a couple of main characters, I can say that it was kind of a jumbled mess and usually I had little idea of what was going on most of the time. I like Mat's idea of giving time limits for each book. What about doing that from here on in until we reach the Last Battle, then we can take our characters wherever we want after that? It'd be nice to finally finish. 

Or alternatively, just skip ahead to the Last Battle, fight it, and move our characters on from that point. 

As far as character numbers, I feel like you should be able to write as many as you can or want to handle, with the exception being that newbies have to fully establish a first/primary character before they can start on others. 

That said, in the end, it doesn't really matter to me one way or another. The main reason for me being here is to be creative in a world that I've loved since the 8th grade... More years ago than I'd like to admit.

New or returning: Returning

Name: Depends on how long bios remain active. Preferably at least Peaten al'Kar (Slayer)

Guild: Congress of the Shadow?

Hey Mat and Kynwric! It is always good to see familiar names. 

Sounds interesting. Actually it wouldn't be a bad idea to for a lot of the divisions to do something similar, as far as being in the same unit/house/leadership. One of the reasons I stopped RPing in the first place was because I was mostly doing things by myself. 

That said... I'd consider making a Deathwatch Guard or another morat'raken. My old character was too high ranking to be a part, as he was a General and Blood.

I'm from the Age before the Age of Legends

Tay! No I haven't checked in there yet. I'll peek in in a bit. 

Ooh so does that make me the only bad guy to fight against everyone? Sounds fair.

Thank you!

I had characters in all the orgs? Divisions? Whatever they are now. My main ones though we're Jaem Caran, retired Commander of the Band, and Muaghde, General of the Imperial Air Force. When we had Ircarns I was also The Dark One.

Hello all. It's been a long time, but I've gotten the itch to do some writing again. I want to start a new character, but I also have some old ones I can dust off if necessary, including a main character, if someone else hasn't taken over Slayer. Anywho... I'll be around, checking old boards and new rules, and deciding what kind of character I want to create.

Whoo! I just got internet back myself. I got a new job and moved to a whole different state. I think I'm mostly settled, though. So lets play!

Cass: that was the latest thread I saw that involved the Band. It was 2 years ago in real years, but unless I missed something on some other board thats where we're at. This is a very good possibility. Edit: I guess I did. I just saw one with you and Quibby from last year. So since you were the last person to post you would know best.

Zander: Absolutely!

Well I posted on the West board if anyone wants to play