outstanding

Name: Thadeus al'Dobnan aka The Dob

Age: 16

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 170lbs

Hometown: Amador, Amadcia

Thad is the third son of a noble family in Amadcia. He and his best friend Trevor al'Drukan III, Esq. are known throughout the city as uncultured and unrefined rogues. They spend their time crousing the countryside rather than learning to be responsible nobles. Thad loves drinking and women, and believes his money can buy him both, despite his age. Finally sick of his lack of respect and responsibility, his parents had decided to enlist him into the Children of the Light. Terrified, Thad and Trevor decide do leave Amador to the one place the Children or their parents will not follow... Tar Valon

I nominate Ata... shes been doing it for a while now and is pretty damn good :)

*points Myyrth up towards the RP Discussion board* let other divisions know too

oooh... hot tub

*strips to his undies and jumps in*

Peaten saw her entering the world of dreams not long after he himself did. He walked up next to here. "I will take you to safety, as the Great Mistress has commanded me. Follow me."

He went home the same way he had come here, through the north. He stayed a long step ahead of M'Bela, just enough so she could see where he was and where he was going. Here in the flesh, there were little real dangers. Witches of all backgrounds could be found every now and then, and those fool wolf-men, but they all stood clear of him.

He stopped after many quiet hours in the woods just north of Caemlyn, where he had first made his living as a boy. He waited for her here, at the very edge, where he was visible from the plains to the north. "My protection ends here. Travel the rest of your way in the Dreamworld if you wish. South of here is the city of Caemlyn." He touched his right fist to his heart. "Till the Day of the Black Dawn, M'Bela Dreadlord."

lmao

Peaten looked at this M'Bela. It was almost comical to see a once proud Dreadlady looking like a frightened rabbit. Oh, she hid it well, but he knew fear when he saw it. She was constantly looking towards the door as she spoke to the other woman. He had forgotten fear long ago, even before his... transformation. He was starting to hear muffled voices in the hallway... guards, only two.

"we better all clear this room..." she looked at him, expecting him to jump. He resisted the urge to stay and fight, afterall it was only two men. That was not his mission. He quickly grabbed the two women and opened a gateway into the World of Dreams.

He exited again where the sul'dam said her room was. The witch tamer was truely terrified. "Not a word of this to anyone, even those you know are sworn to the Shadow. Traitors are my... specialty." He didn't even wait for the nod, she would not say a word, before turning back to M'Bela. "I am told you are a Dreamwalker. I will meet you there." And he dissapeared back into Tel'aran'rhoid.

Peaten strode silently and quickly over the vast area of the Great Blight. At least, the reflection of the Great Blight in the Dreamworld. It was no where near as fast as traveling with the One Power, but it was still faster than the Ways, and much faster than riding or walking. Of the all gifts the Great Lord had given him, channeling was not one of them, so he made due.

The Blight soon turned to tundra, then quickly to a sheet of pure ice and snow. He had never journeyed to this part of the world in Tel'aran'rhoid before. It was odd. Things that moved in the waking world were often blurred images here. Sometimes holes formed in the thinner ice out of nowhere. He would have to go farther north to be safe.

He travelled thousands of miles in just a few hours. He could have gotten there faster if he had ran, but he was in no hurry. Rescue was not his primary purpose in life, but if the Chosen commanded it, he must obey. Soon, the ice turned back into tundra, and the tundra back into Blight. They called it the Lesser Blight here, as shadowspawn had been ridden from it long ago.

It was not his first time on the continent of Seanchan. In life, he had travelled to nearly every land in the world, even as far as the Land of Madmen.

He exited in flesh into the waking world, just outside of the city. The sul'dam he was supposed to meet needed to be contacted at night, so he had a few hours to burn. He found an inn close to where they kept the damane. The Seanchan did have one good idea there... keep the witches leashed.

Finally, the time came. As full nightfall came, Peaten went into a half-sleep. It took some guesswork, but a Darkfriend's dream was relavively easy to single out...

I have come for the damane. You will carve a mark in her door for me to find, and you will wait there for me.

...he woke up and gave the witch handler a few minutes to get there. Then he opened up a gateway to the World of Dreams and entered again in the flesh. He was free there to walk through the palace at will until he found the mark of the Dragon etched into one of the doors. He exited to find the sul'dam waiting for him. She gave a start, obviously not expecting a man to appear from out of thin air. Without a word she opened the door of the damane kennel.

She singled out one of them and walked over to her. "You are M'Bela?" he demanded. The leashed one nodded. "Take that... thing off of her."

Peaten al'Kar

The Slayer

*sniffs* thats my boy *chest swells up with pride*

theres brown toads too :P

but inside I'm a skeleton... thats even grosser

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=24514957&imageID=1437692452

thats the real me btw... told you I was a toad

if it'll save the RP, we can make me the main character and my two buddies can follow me to conquer the world for the GL. They can be a Trolloc and a gholam. We'll have lots o' fun, and I will marry 3 evil ladies, and the trolloc will be in love with a raven and a crow, and the gholam will be come prince of Shara. It will be Bizzaro Randland!

But in all seriousness... is this really something to argue over. We have a main plot like we always have. If you want to follow it, fine. If not, fine, go do your sidestories. Theres enough room on the site, I think, for both types. Just because the main plot lags, doesn't mean we can't go off and do other things... thats why we get more than one player.

I'll hear no arguments! So it is written, so it shall be done! 8) Thus speaketh El Don.

maybe I should have had ata put my real pic up there... except I don't have the required blonde hair (though I do have a wig). But I suppose that would warrant even more oggling 8)

well ok not really... I'm a toad :(

you guys are supposed to fear it not oggle it!!!! *throws a fit* fear meeeeeeeee

......

I have no response

hey... you're getting it all wet!

wow... can't wait to read it

The Don

SG Liason & RP Coordinator

mwahahahaha

Sammael stepped out of the Gateway into the heart of the Great Blight. Some hundred leagues to the south, his new Captain was ravaging the remains of Kandor, giving yet another access into the southern part of the continent.

Here though, would be his place of power. With the demise of Demandred, the cloak that had hidden Tar Machin Rahien for over 2000 years was now gone. The relatively ancient haven of the Shar Mahdi order was now desolate and empty. The Blight had begun entering its walls, but other than that, it and all of its contents were still in tact.

The Tower held secrets almost as old as the White Tower in Tar Valon. All records of the Shadow's doings since the Trolloc Wars were held here. This gave him knowledge, knowledge gave him power. The other Chosen knew as much as the rest of the world did about the time before Artur Hawkwing.

"You have revealed too much, Peaten." Holding saidin, he could feel the presence of the other man stepping out of his own, different Gateway. "You have been given gifts beyond those of your peers. The Great Lord favors you, as do I, but you are not one of the Chosen. It is not to your discretion to who our plans are revealed."

The other man knelt. "I most humbly apologize, Great Master, and accept whatever punishment you see fit." He was a great monster of a man, nearly as tall as Sammael even on a knee. That was quite annoying.

"Your son, he is a fine commander of men, yes?"

"If the Great Master sees him as so, then yes. None living today could be a better judge than Sammael." There was no sucking up from Peaten al'Kar, he had somehow found a way to be at ease with the Chosen, and spoke the plain truth. Yet another annoying trait about the man, if a man he could be called.

"Yes... quite so. This you may reveal to him. He will be my new Commander. Here he will build me an army, worthy of my... acute tastes. Once he is here, you will personally see to the creation of the new Shar Mahdi order. I want this place to be a fortress on the grandest scale."

Sammael

Destroyer of Hope

the Dark One and the Dragon destroy each other, leaving everyone else to fight over the scraps. New technologies are the beginnings of a new AoL.

buuuuuut... first things first. How about lets finish off a storyline first before we start getting big ideas. That stuff can evolve when we get there, thats the point of a PSW right... we don't know whats going to happen?

Lets just keep doing what we're doing and let the Pattern take us. I change my vote to "continue current storyline"

oooh... thats interesting. *thinks evil thoughts* A land where not the Chosen, but the Great Lord himself rules all nations with an iron first. After defeating the Dragon, we go to Seanchan, and the Waste, and Shara, even the Land of Madmen... where maybe the last resistance and some secrety stuff lies.

yeah, I can't remember more than one or two going much past the first Seanchan battle.

But yeah, with Narg... the shadow should start the tempo with increasing activity and the others would react to that (ie forming of the Band).

Then again, I've never fought a last battle, that would be awesome. lol we're at least a year closer now to that than if we started over.

I dunno, theres good in everything, as well as bad. Whatever the vote, we'll make something happen. Come Narg, to the Trolloc-cave! We must plot for every possible outcome.

The Don

SG Exec dude

I voted to start over again, but you have a point. If I haven't been through ALL the restarts, I've missed maybe the first one... and it just ends up the same... sagging in the middle. Main characters come and go and so on... my reasoning was for SG alone, selfish but oh well, it'll help us the most :P

Dagan went searching for his Cavalry Squadman. He was one of the few who had revealed himself as a Friend of the Dark. He was a grizzled old veteran of many wars. Lain Pernan had fought years back in the Aeil War back in '78 for the Grand Coallition when Dagan was only four years old. He had been a Friend of the Dark for more than thirty years.

He found him caring for his horse, with several other calvalrymen "Squadman Pernan."

Lain looked over and quickly saluted the much younger officer. "Ten-hut!"

"At ease, men." Dagan said. That did get annoying after a while. "Squadman, I need to speak with you when you're finished."

"Aye, sir. I can come now if you like." He quickly put his brush down and followed Dagan back to the command tent, which was far from all the others. They entered and sat. "This better be quick, boy. I have a lot of work that needs do get done."

"I understand and appologize, Master Pernan." Dagan said respectfully. He had to be the one that was Sammael's informant. "What do you know of Tar Machin Rahien... the Tower of the Black Dawn?"

The old Darkfriend gave him a puzzled look. "How do you know that name?"

"My father trained there, so did the man that I swore the oaths to. Do you know where it is?"

"No one knows... except them Shar Mahdi, and they don't talk much. Last I heard it was abandoned. No one lives there, overrun by Trollocs maybe." He looked at him closely. "Your father. I thought I recognized the name. He... he is here with us?" The man was obviously shaken.

Dagan smiled inside. He didn't even have to say the name to invoke fear. This would work to his advantage. No more bowing and scraping behind closed doors. "No. He will come when Sammael decides to bring him."

"Sa... I..."

"Get a hold of yourself, man." maybe he wasn't Sammael's informant. "So abandoned you say? I thank you Lain, you are dismissed."

Lain left, still pale in the face, without a word. "You throw names as if you have a position of power." That voice could only belong to one sort of creature. The Halfman moved in front of Dagan, who was frozen solid. "I should kill you where you sit, worm. You have no idea the power of the names you use so freely. The Great Master will hear of this insolence." Dagan couldn't even swallow. "What else have you to report?"

It was an effort to move his mouth. "Everything is going perfectly. All towns and villages have been burned to the ground, there are no survivors besides those we keep for sport. When they have outlived their usefulness, they are killed as well."

"Excellent. Keep your idle thoughts to yourself, human scum. How you know of the Tower is not important, for there is only one way." Then even the Myrddraal, whose very gaze was fear, seemed taken aback. "The Great Master will deal with that. "But no one else will know. The other that you told must be killed before he tells anyone else. Do it yourself, do it now." And it was gone into the shadows.