They stayed in Jehannah two nights, and Lugard as well. In Lugard they had made up their minds that it was to rest up. Riding horses all day everyday really got tiring... not to mention all the drinking and dancing every night in between. But almost as soon as they arrived and the ale started flowing, it was yet another party. All in all it was a most fun trip. The only dull times were when villages were so far between that they had to sleep in a farmhouse... or worse, on the side of the road. The real bummer was not having servants. All this doing things for themselves really got old after a while.

By the time they got to Caemlyn though, Thad, for one, was more than willing to stay for more than a few days... and sleep in a nice inn in the Inner City. The ale of the White Finch was of the utmost quality. The innkeeper, Staev al'Staflar, was a good fellow, willing to overlook their age for little enough coin. It seemed they already had entertainment though, a girl their age who was singing and beating on some drum.

"Whos that?" Thad asked.

"Why thats Iliana." The inkeeper chuckled as if he knew what Thad was thinking. "Shes a local here... plays from time to time."

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Trev laughed.

"Well yeah." Thad tried to make his voice sound confident. "Psssh... of course I can. And I will. You know I like foreign girls... east Andoran... yeah thats... hey where'd you go, you bloody..." Thad just realized that he had been babbling to himself for some time now. "Burn me." He took a deep breath and walked to where the girl was sipping some tea on her break, bumping into a chair or two. "Ahhh... I... no." He quickly turned around and walked back to where he had been sitting. Bloody idiot!

Don isn't here. It was yet another temporary comback. Don is done with SG

how could you not trust this face? ^_^

*pours a shot for Asfaloth*

my dear... you Are a Ghully now *weg* The only thing left for eternal life is the drink the punch... errr.. tequila :twisted:

Character Name: Benella Morin

Email address: loraine.kilaine@gmail.com

Division: Shayol Ghul

Physical Description: (One paragraph; height, weight, eyes, hair, other outstanding features)

Benella is average in every way, from her mousy brown hair to her dusky gray eyes. She's of a mid-height, standing at 5'7" in her booted heels. Her skin is nothing notable, though it would probably be pretty fair if she stayed out of the sun long enough to let her tan fade. She weighs somewhere around 125 pounds, which allows her to be more agile than those persuing her, but she's not skinny enough to stand out in a crowd. There's no visible outstanding feature to her appearance, though she does have a round scar on the back of her neck.

Place of Birth/Raising: unknown

Character History: (Max of a page; should include any major events in the character's life prior to joining the Division, as well as any significant RPs since)

Benella has no idea where she was born, who her parents were or even how old she is. It's not a great way to start a life, which probably explains what she's chosen to do with hers. Her first memories are of a home for orphaned children, but the skeletal woman who ran it had only ever had time to slap the children in her care between rants about her misfortune of being stuck with them.

At twelve, Benella and a few others ran away, picking their way across land without caring where they were heading, as long as it was away from that orphanage. Months later found them huddled in an abandoned warehouse in Tar Valon, where they were found by an Aes Sedai wearing a brown dress. It was the only feature Benella remembered about the woman. Upon being drug out into the light, they were taken to another orphanage. While better than the last, this one hardly fit Benella's opinion of what she wanted out of life. She only remained a few years before escaping again, this time with only one other person.

At the ripe age of fifteen, she and her companion, Reglis, set out to make their way in the world. Reglis spoke of a house and children, growing old and living respectably. Benella grew restless with this talk, however and left him on his own in a stable they'd snuck into seeking shelter from a particularly nasty storm. It had been a year since they'd left the orphanage and, in that year, she'd learned quite a number of tricks for picking pockets and becoming invisible to those who'd happened to have seen her. Memories of that Aes Sedai in the brown dress haunted her and she realized that finding the woman would be close to impossible. She didn't remember a single detail about her, not even the color of her eyes. She strove to leave the same impression on those around her, coming and going with a seamless invisibility that left her victims lighter in the purse and no more the wiser.

She was caught picking the pocket of a Lord in Cairhien at the age of twenty and, when faced with the prospect of a cell in the prison for a while, turned to her present line of work. She slit the throat of the Cairhien noble before the guards could reach her and disappeared into the crowd that had formed around them. Finding it quite easy to avoid capture, she began breaking into houses instead of picking pockets. The natural number of bodies stacked up as each town became aware of a thief in their midst, but she eluded capture and moved on to another town until the last forgot her face. Since she was less than remarkable in appearance, it never took long.

At the age of twenty-three, she took her first paid assassination for a local innkeeper who needed to rid himself of a troublesome client and has since made that her main form of income. Not that she doesn't enjoy picking a pocket every now and then, of course…

OOC: wow ok that sucked. Buuuut... lets move on shall we. Also, I'm introducing Kjasic, who basically is to Sammael as Shaidar Haran is to the Great Lord.

IC:

"My word will be enough. I will speak to him personally when I return." He looked back into the shadows. "If that is not enough, my associate will clarify the validity of my mission."

"I am not here to validate anything you do, human." Its voice, so familiar now, was like a snake slithering over rotten leaves. "My Great Master wishes to know what progress you have made. My time is valuable, make haste of it."

"You can report to Sammael that I am here, Kjasic." He looked right into where its eyes should be and smile behind his mask. "You are bold to speak to me so, Halfman. Do not think your position with Sammael puts you above me."

"I should kill you, human." Its voice was pure hate. "You serve Sammael, hence you are under my supervision."

Peaten picked up his ashanderei and held it casually. "I believe you tried once already, Halfman. I would have killed you then, had I not known Sammael was putting my skill to the test. I serve the Great Lord of the Dark. His Chosen may command me as they wish, but I am his weapon alone." He turned and opened a gateway back into the World of Dreams. "Beware of pride," he said it to Cari, but meant it for both. "you will learn as a Blood Seeker, if you don't already know, we are but pawns for the Great Lord of the Dark. Even the Chosen are only stronger pieces to the game. It is by his grace alone that we live to serve, and if serving means death, then we die for his glory. His word is law." With that he stepped into the gateway. He had others to talk to, but first he would hunt wolves. They had been avoiding him of late. Smart, but utterly futile in the end.

* * *

Kjasic sneered at the human's back... or at least the one that was once human. When the gateway was closed, he looked to the woman. "The man needs killing. It is the way of his order, whoever kills the Head becomes their leader. If you were the one to kill him I would praise you to my Brother himself... then you would taste my blade because you stole the pleasure of killing him from me." Then he stepped back into the shadows. North, back to the borderlands.

DM Handle: Asfaloth

Character Name: Aservus N'taldin

Email: green625@gmail.com

Division: Shayol Ghul

Age: 16

Height: 5’6”

Build: Small

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black; clean shaven

Family:

Place of birth: Mayene coast

Personality: Quiet and reserved most of the time but he has a short fuse on his temper. Between his short stature and his slight frame he is wont to prove himself and often sees insult where none was meant. Aside from that he is an introspective soul who seldom speaks and is a bit of a loner.

History: On a cold winter night the Lady Zorrander gave birth to identical twin sons. The first appeared to be still born and was given to a servant to dispose of when the second was born. The Lord and Lady never knew that they had been blessed with twins as they never saw the first son. The second son was given the name of Nakor and grew to be the smartest man their land had ever known. Eventually he left at the age of sixteen, to train at the Black Tower. Meanwhile, the serving woman took the first-born and spirited him away. After clearing his airways of mucus she discovered that he was a strong and healthy boy. This woman saw great potential in the sons of Zorrander and while she regretted leaving the second with his parents she considered it a success that she’d be able to contribute the firstborn to the Great Lord’s cause. She gave the infant into the care of a darkfriend group of traveling performers and never saw him again.

This troop raised the boy to be an actor and acrobat. This has given him strength beyond what his size would imply and speed and agility beyond most, with his agility being his best trait. Also due to his small size, he has spent most of his time developing his mental abilities. This resulted in his being even smarter than his twin brother, Nakor, who was considered to be the most intelligent young man not just of his age but in his generation that his nation had. The troop raised him as one of theirs but he was never truly close to any of them. He never knew the cause but he always felt isolated from the rest of the troop. They treated him well, but still he simply couldn’t bring himself to feel any emotion at all toward any of them.

"Toga Party?" The name seemed to trigger some memory from when his parents tried to make him go to school. "Like those guys before the Trolloc Wars?" Trev nodded. "What in the Light could be fun about that?"

Several hours later, Thad was wearing a blanket on the stage with his harp, and Trev with his flute. Several young people had entered the inn wearing the same outfit. Kegs of ale were lined up on one wall, and people danced in the middle of it all. Throughout the night, they and other young people had taken turns on the stage. When they were not on stage, Thad and Trev had danced their way into a group of local girls, maybe five years older than they. So this is what being in a band is like? I like it!

Peaten had picked his gear carefully back in the Tower of the Black Dawn. His main weapon was an ashanderei, with a seven foot wooden shaft and two and a half more feet of the best steel for the blade. Another three inches of steel formed a thick spike at the other end. It was a throwback from the Trolloc Wars, the only the Tower had such relics, being built shortly before the War had begun and as of yet never even discovered much less challenged. It wasn't his weapon though. Before his first death he had a most unique weapon; the shaft being made of black metal, and the blade forged in the valley of Thakan'dar. A deadly beautiful weapon if there ever was one. As far as he knew though, it had been taken to the Witches Den to be studied... or more likely thrown in a heap with the rest of their relics.

On his back he carried two bastard swords that could be used in tandem or one at a time. Also was slung a longbow and a quiver with a dozen thick arrows. On the left side of his belt hung a foot and a half long hunting knife, on the right was a wicked crescent-moon sickle. On his right forearm he wore a miniature crossbow, which could shoot a small four inch bolt silently. On his left foream was a hard leather bracer. On the top side of the bracer were three eight-sided throwing stars, more relics of Tar Machin Rahien. Throwing daggers were hidden all over his body. Poisons and herbs sat in his pouch. He was armed to the teeth, more so than he had been in a great many years.

He stepped out from his Gateway into the waking world at the Place called the Rashad Ranch. He was told this was the first place to search for new members of his Order. Before he had taken three steps, several armed men had come into view. The shock of seeing Peaten coming out from nowhere must have slowed them almost as much as his appearance. Peaten stood nearly seven feet tall, and was almost as well muscled as a Trolloc. He was dressed all in black, even to the hard leather mask he wore. The mask covered a horribly burned face, with his left eye replaced by one of white glass. Anyone who thought that was a weakness was a fool... in his experience, sight was deceptive.

The men slowly walked to him with swords out. "Who are you? How did you find this place?"

"I will answer only to the one called Cari. Take me to her, Darkfriend, and all will be well. The bidding of the Chosen will not be hindered." He held his ashanderei with both hands now, making sure they knew what exactly he mean he would do if it was hindered.

Peaten al'Kar

Slayer

Master of the Shar Mahdi Order

OOC: I know Cari isn't here. If someone is at the Ranch and wants to approach me in her stead, that would be great. I'll wait here till she gets back anyways.

The road to Jehannah was long and boring. It all started off on a bad note. Thad had almost forgotten his horse in all the excitement of leaving, and they were halfway out of Amador before he had realized he had to look up to talk to Trev. He ran back quickly and almost got caught by one of the stableboys who was going to the stalls to check on the horses.

The tiny villages on the way had little of entertainment. They had stopped to stay the night in each village. They were in no real hurry, and the last thing they wanted to do was get caught in the middle of two villages after the sunset. That would mean they had to sleep in the dirt! Buuuurrrn that! Each village had at least one inn, and up to the border of Ghealdan, they got to stay for free, only having to pay for drinks. It was most righteous being a noble.

When they crossed the border, though, they had to pay. Even still, it wasn't so bad on the ol' moneypouch, peasants seemed to think silver was something special, and would break their backs for a bit of it. Many questioned their age when they asked for some ale, but a little show of silver answered all questions. Sometimes they would let he and Trev play some music for a little more silver, he on the harp and Trev on the flute. It wasn't until Jehennah that TnT had made a name for themselves.

also, for Shar Mahdi, you start as Apprentice instead of being a Darkfriend first :)

ah ha! Its posted on the South. Let the games begin

Looking up at his parents, Thadeus al'Dobnan could only sit quietly, as he always did. They would punish him for a month, as they always did. And he would be back on the streets in a week, tops, as he always did. It was not that they were bad parents really, he was just too free of a spirit to be left cooped up in the palace all the time.

"...and you are far to young to be roaming the streets of the city. Why when your father was your age..." His mother's voice was only half heard, it was the same thing she had said a million times. When his father was sixteen, he had already learned the proprieties of noble blood, and blah blah blah by bloody-blah.

"...when son? When are you going to get your act together?" His father seemed a little more angry than usual. He didn't understand why. Its not like he had started the bloody riot. He had done worse before. "You and that Light be damned friend of yours are giving both of our families bad names. Light save us, you must be the Dragon for all the headache you've given me." Very uncalled for. What a jerk! "Well this time you've given me no choice, son. I've sent Jaevs with word to the Children of the Light, and so has Trevor's father. You two are joining the Children."

"No way!" Thad stood up. "Thats totally heinous, da! Very not righteous!"

"Well if I can't control you, maybe they can. I'm sorry son, but this is the last straw. Now go pack your bags, you'll be leaving bright and early in the morning."

Thad stood in a daze. What in the bloody Light? This was totally not what he was expecting. Without saying a word, he walked to his bedchamber. "Blood and bloody flaming ashes!" He yelled out. "You've got to be flaming kidding me! Burn me. Blood and ashes, burn me!" He sat on his bed and thought for a while. "They want to bloody send me off, I'll bloody show them not to send me off. And I'll be the bloody son of a goat before you see me as a bloody Whitecloak. 'Walk in the Light, man.' 'Alcohol is the bloody flaming work of the Dark One, man.' Burn me!" I know! I'll get Trev and we'll go where no one will ever find us.

Quickly, he started packing his bags. Only an extra change of travel clothes and a one good outfit... just in case. He brought a blanket and some money too. It wasn't much, a couple pouches of gold and some silver. He threw on his cloak and ran the back way out of the palace.

Trevor lived next door. He could already see his shape hunched over, looking out of his window. "Trev." It was a loud whisper. "Psssst... hey Trev! You goat faced sheeplover. Get your stuff. We're leaving."

"I know."

"No, not there. I know where we can go, Trev, where they'll never find us. Someplace warm. A place where the ale flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctivley flock like the silverpike of Tear. I'm talking about a little place called... Tar Valon. Think about it, our parents will never know.. and if they did, those bloody Whitecloaks would never check there. Its perfect!"

no worries we'll find something to destroy :D

and an inn in TV you say??? Just so happens thats where we're ending up *stupid grin*

*air harps* it will be a most excellent time in Tar Valon... the city that never sleeps... the Big Orange... the Breezy City!

yes... I do... unfortunately my partner in crime is nowhere to be found. I suppose I can start it though. Beware world!

*g* how could we forget?

lol... about time narg

congrats Ata! *hugs* you know we need to throw a party now right?

lol not quite :P

narg is Trevor al... something III, Esq.

*points to Nargs bio on the bio board* :D

rules and regs??? *gapes at Tae* who are you??? Its like you left and... and I don't even know you anymore *bottom lip quivers*

front half of DonTae's Inferno

if you have msn or yahoo IM me

degeneratexxx@hotmail.com

dudewheresmybus@yahoo.com

omg... TAE!!! *pouncetackles* My most favorite Plaid Queenie!!! Where the hell have you been?

Prince of the Plaids

front half of DonTae's Inferno

for The Don and Nargbert have arrived in the Freelands. TnT is here :P

Thadeus al'Dobnan aka The Dob