I was acctually just reading DR again, the part with the brigands in Cairhein. I think we already talked about this a while ago Quibs, but what about a group of brigands/mercenaries. They can basically be there for the other gorups to beat up on when there isn't anything else to do, but strong enough to be a real threat to most. The bottom guys/gals can be cannon fodder, while PC leaders and officers can have one of the skills you want your 4 Horsemen to have.

The Four Horsemen of Tarmon Gaidon

kinda sounds like the A-Team

lol... they're intimidated by awesomeness *air harps*

Thad looked at the Hell that was the King's Blessing. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villiany. The words his father spoke to him when he had first asked about it. It was his kind of place. Smiling, he walked in, unafraid. His goal was to find someone who could take he and Trev out quietly. Finally, he found the man. "One silver mark each." Dannil Onley was a peddler of low moral character. "So just the two of you, right? Not taking any young women with you this time?" Even he knew their reputation.

"Just Trev, me... and no questions. We wish to avoid any Whitecloak attention."

"Well thats the rub, ain't it, lad? Two sliver marks each, and we leave in one hour."

Thad nodded, he knew the price would go up, but it was necisary. "Two silver marks... and we leave as soon as Trev gets here. It wont take long for them to notice we're gone."

"Agreed." Dan put out his hand, and the deal was made. He went outside immediately.

Taking his last swig of wine, he looked around the room again. He saw Trev at the bar. As soon as his friend saw him he air harped. Thad smiled and harped back. They would be musicians one day as well. "About flaming time you goat kis..." Then the door swung open, revealing a mix of their fathers' guards, with a few Whitecloaks. "Burn it!" He ducked and motioned to the back door, where Onley was waiting.

Bad Lor!

lol... really Lor? I'd say great minds *nods* maybe I'll make a character like that, though I guess my Bander might already qualify as The Most Interesting Man in Randland

thanks Myst *blushes* those are just a little something I put together off the top of my head

*pokes other people into activity* Narg and I will be travelling from Amador to Tar Valon if anybody on the way wants to join in

sounds good

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/61865-the-dynamic-duo-the-legend-begins/

I hope thats a link

Guild: Freebooters?

Characters: Thadeus al'Dobnan (The Don), Trevor al'Drakun III, Esq. (Nargbert)

Summary: Thad and Trev ditch their obligations to the Children of the Light and make their way to Tar Valon

Extra Info: none

Start Date: 7-24-11

End Date: ???

"Why are you always so disobedient, Thadeus?" Kara al'Dobnan's shone with outrage at her son. This was not the first time, and it definately wouldn't be the last. But it would always end the same way... restriction to the manor for a week, and no allowance the rest of the month. Thad just shrugged his shoulders.

"You should be on your way to being a man now, son." Haran al'Dobnan shook his head slowly. "Light, when I was your age I was already running most of the estate." Thad nodded in feigned agreement. He had heard the same speech a hundred times.

"Are you even listening?" Kara grabbed his chin with one hand so she could glare at him.

"Yes, mother." Blood and ashes, just get on with it! "I understand totally."

"Then why do you still insist on being difficult? You started three fights in three different taverns." She said the word "tavern" with disgust. Nobles just did not go to those places, at least not in Amador.

"I never even threw a punch, mother! Anyways, how was I to know all three women had husbands that just so happened to be there?" Her face only grew darker with anger. "I appologize, mother. I'll be off to my rooms then."

As he started to walk away, she caught his sleeve. "Oh, no, my young lordling. Not this time. Haran, tell him his punishment. Haran!"

His father stared at him uncomfortably. "My son, I'm afraid we can't let you off so easy anymore. You're nearly a man, and a noble at that. Our House cannot suffer any more embarassment." He sighed, then looked at Kara, who nodded sharply. "You need discipline, son. If your mother and I cannot give it to you, we have no other choice. You and your friend, young Trevor, have been enlisted into the Children of the Light. You're escort to the Fortress will arrive in the morning."

This was the worst thing that possibly could have happened! "Blood and ashes!"

"Watch your language young man!" Kara scolded.

"NO! I will not! Burn me blood and bloody flaming ashes! You can't do this! I'm too young. Me and Trev are only sixteen."

"They are making an exception, Thadeus." Haran said. "If there was any other way... but the King insisted, and the Children were more than happy to oblige."

Of course they were. Bloody Whitecloaks were always in his business. It wasn't his fault the Dragon's Fang ended up on their bloody door to their bloody fortress. It was Trev's idea, first off. Second, the younger boys were more than happy to do it at the chance of hanging out with he and Trev for a night. Anyways, there was no proof he was in any way involved, but the Whitecloaks still suspected his involvment. It wasn't like every prank in Amador was their fault. It just wasn't fair!

Angry at his parents, at the King, at the Whitecloaks, at the bloody world... Thad stalked off to his rooms. Without hesitation, he gathered up his things. He always had clothes and money packed. He and Trev had always talked about leaving to see the world. Maybe open up their own tavern. As soon as he gathered his things, he stuffed the bed with pillows to make it look like a body under the blankets and climbed out from the blacony. If he knew Trev, and he did, he would be either waiting for him at the King's Blessing, or would arrive shortly after.

You'll start out as a recruit/private so unless you were a former soldier there wont be any battles you've been in. A few hints on your bio, you wont be a blademaster right off, your weapon score will be little to none depending on your bio. Unless you're a Borderlander, you wont have killed a hundred Trollocs, if any, and 0 Fades.

As far as posting your bio, I'm not 100% sure we have an active staff. The closest you have is me or Quibby, I think, for now. If you want to run your bio by me I can check it over, but my word isn't official anymore. We might be able to send it to the Freelanders or something. My email is dudewheresmybus@yahoo.com if you want to do that or have any other questions. Or you can PM me here.

Jaem Caran

former Commander of the Band

As Jaem sat in meditation, the events of his life flashed before his eyes. He joined the Band naïve in the ways of the world. He was young, eager and optimistic, even through his first few battles. At Tarwin’s Gap, barely old enough to be called a man, he killed his first Shadowspawn, believing himself a great hero. The first time he killed a man, he wept like a babe in his tent that night. In the White Tower he challenged Warders and held his ground, gaining the attention of some of the most powerful women in the world. Again he was told he would be a hero, and he believed it.

The next version of Jaem Caran was bitter and defeated. As a General in one of the most powerful armies in the world, he had gained the attention of the Shadow and became a target (though probably a low one) of the Dark One himself, or at least one of the Forsaken, either thought still sent a shiver through his spine. He defeated his assassin, but only barely. He gained a limp, and lost a hand, the Band, his lover, his child and himself. He spent the next five years in a drunken stoopor, barely living above the common beggar.

He came back to the Band to further his misery, but soon found a little of that old Jaem hiding deep inside of him. His name, as a symbol, brought him back up the ranks, all the way to the top. Even that wasn’t him. He was a soldier. Paperwork and logistics were for managers. Jaem was a leader of men. His best role was back in the Cavalry, on the front lines, sweating and bleeding with the rank and file. He had finally found his balance. Jaem Caran was a battle hardened optimist. He had no illusions of leading the fight against the Shadow, but he would fight it.

He stood and began his modified one-handed sword forms. The sword was much lighter than those that most people used, but the blade was stout enough to deflect all but the strongest blows. Though a strong man, Jaem had always relied on speed and skill anyways. There weren't many people in the world that could get that clean of a blow to power through his defense. He allowed himself only a quick workout today. Tanchio was less than a day's ride away and he meant to arrive while there was full light. He left the small village while the sun was barely it's own height over the horizon.

He had not bothered trying to hide the sword. There was nothing about him that didn't mark him as a soldier. To hide it would only be to invite unwanted questions. He picked one of the gates at random... the plan was to arrive seperately from all sides as to not arouse suspicion. "Your purpose in the city?" The Seanchan officer looked him up and down.

"Just a beaten down man looking for work, Captain. I obey, wait, and serve."

The Seanchan man nodded slowly. One one-handed man could be little threat to them, even with a soldier's look and a sword. Jaem was waved in and began his ride into the city. The central plaza was easy to find, even for one who had never been there. It took only a short search to find a man he recognized sitting on the edge of a fountain. He sat close enough to Mehrin so they could talk, but not so close as to seem to know him. "You too, eh?" Mehrin was the Commander when Jaem came back to the Band, and who Jaem followed as Commander. Not a bad man to be given this job. He stood and bowed as a group os Seanchan soldiers walked by. "Burn me, but I wish the rest would hurry. All this bowing and scraping is going to wear thin soon."

Come on, all the cool kids are doing it!

The time Matrim had spent so far in the White Tower had been productive indeed. The library contained much more than even the Tower of the Black Dawn, something he was skeptical about before. Much of it was restricted to any but Aes Sedai, however. That was to be expected, but still foolish. There were no such restrictions in the Shar Mahdi order. Full knowledge was shared from Master to Apprentice since the time before the Trolloc Wars, and what was newly learned went straight to the archives for all to see, though not all wished to take the time to learn. Peaten was one of the few that had taken to studying old books and tomes as often as weapons, one of the reasons he had risen to the top of the order. There was an unfortunate glaring lack of information in their records though, they had kept only a small record of anything beyond knowledge of the Shadow or Wars. The Shar Mahdi were weapons, it was true, but so were Grey Men and Trollocs. What should set them apart, more so than superior skill, was that humans could learn and adapt. In his readings many years ago, he had found the original Rules of War written by Daghain, the founder of the Order, himself. One of these rules was know your Enemy as you know Yourself. There were probably books about the One Power in the Dreadlords' stronghold, but Peaten was restricted on his few visits there. What he had found here was fascinating. Knowing how to channel did little good, probably the reason the Shar Mahdi had precious few manuscripts, but knowing strengths and limitations was something that would help not only himself, but the Order as a whole. Even amongst Friends of the Dark, there were factions. He had always wondered if the Great Lord would pick new Chosen from among those that could not channel once he was free. There were no records of it during the War of Power, but that did not mean it could not happen. Peaten was chosen for something, that he was here as Matrim proved that. He knew he could kill a Dreadlord, he had to on several occasions. What about the Chosen? He wondered when and if that order would come be to take one of them out. The Great Lord of the Dark wanted the stongest to be his Chosen. If he killed one of the living Chosen, would that not prove him stronger? For many years he had been content to be an assassin, but what if he could be more? All the more reason to speed up the search for his ashanderei.

He decided to start with his list of the Black Ajah. He had the names, but didn't know what they looked like or their Ajah, or even if they were in the Tower. Deep in his thoughts, he had nearly forgotten where he was, and what he had started doing. He stopped dead in the middle of a downwards chop, practice sword held barely an inch from the rack that was to hold it. All the Warders were gone, but anybody could have been looking into the Yard. Fool! Even as Matrim, the knowledge remained, though the body was slower, weaker, and had less balance. Here he was a servant, not a warrior. His cover was now in jeopardy if anyone saw. No servant, even one who claimed to know weapons as he did would have much skill. He tried not to look around as if he were suspect, instead he slowly put the sword back on the rack. He could always say he had been trying a move he saw the Warders do. He quickly finished putting all the weapons away and rushed them back inside, out of the elements. When he was done, he went to his next job in the library, were he would begin searching for the Aes Sedai on his list.

Well Slayer is currently in the White Tower, but he can always move about freely and go anywhere he wants at night through T'A'R. If you have an idea for a small SG RP he can be involved part time as well

Patience. It was a quality every assassin needed, one that Peaten already possesed before his training had begun. The patience of a ten year old boy hunting in the Braem Wood, where every other hunter from around Caemlyn tried to find game, knowing if he didn't come back with a kill, his mother and siblings would starve. As the youngest and smallest hunter in those woods, he was an easy target to have his meager catch stolen from him. It was also needed to stalk hunters themselves and try his own hand at thievery. Stealing from a group of grown men with bows and nobody to tell the tale of his murder took more stealth and nerves than hunting a deer or rabbit.

As a trainee in the Tower of the Black Dawn, Peaten had spent hours on end hiding from his teachers, where all but the last trainee found would be punished severely for being found. It was a lesson in being still, not moving a muscle while you waited, usually in a most uncomfortable position. An assassin who was spotted, especially when the target was in a camp with sentries, was either killed or had to abort the mission, making it that much harder to complete the next try. As an apprentice and fledgling Assassin, patience was tested on a regular basis. There were few easy assignments, and an unseasoned or outnumbered Assassin needed stealth much more than full Shar Mahdi, most of who had the safety net of being blademasters. As an up and coming Shar Mahdi, Peaten had watched the Master of Combat for months to find his weakness, then took the coveted position in a duel to the death. It really was a shame losing such a powerful weapon to the Shadow, but that was their way. He had yet to figure out how to change the archaic custom, but that was a problem for another day.

Even in his new life, he had been forced to wait. Wait and learn the World of Dreams. Wait until a suitable body could be found to bring him back to the waking world. Wait while the Chosen jockeyed themselves into position until the new Nae'blis was named. That had been the hardest of all. He knew himself to be a useful tool in the arsenal of the Shadow. It was difficult watching his tongue when so many put him into their councils, but he had weathered their plots until the Nae'blis was chosen. Now he could make his own decisions based on the plot of V'alduri, without having to step on a half dozen powerful toes.

Compared to that, learning the daily routines of servants, even so many in the shadow of hundreds of Aes Sedai, had been child's play. He had watched the servants that worked in the Warder's Yard, the ones who most likely had access to the armories. He watched who they had spent their time with. Two had to be taken. He decided on a young man, who was enamored with one of the librarians. It was well known they had spoken of marriage, of far off lands where they were their own Masters. With both positions open, it was less likely to seem foul play. He killed them both near a tavern they frequented, and pulled their bodies into Tel'aran'rhoid with him. Several days later, as Matrim, he inquired about giving his services to the White Tower. His former Master was an antiques collector in Tear. His main interest was in weapons, which he passed on to young Mat. Though Tarien, his voyages around the world soften his views on Aes Sedai, and after his Master's unfortunate death digging up rocks in the Mountains of Mist, Matrim had thought Tar Valon the best place to continue his Master's research, thus he was given both jobs, until a suitable replacement could be found to take one or the other. Matrim would see that that would not happen while he was there. All in all it fit perfectly. Coming up for biographies for his diguises was one of the few simple pleasures beyond hunting that he allowed himself. With access to both armories and the White Tower library, Matrim figured this would be one of the more enjoyable... and possibly rewarding missions he had taken in quite some time.

Ok. So where would my new character come in? Another inventor, tester, assisstant, or odd-couple opposite/protector?

Maybe. It would depend on what he would do and who would be able to hang out/train with him

Mags? Quibs? anybody there to play with, or should I just play with myself... yeah

JC

about to make up his own new rank and storyline

Thanks Kathleen!

So I've decided since I'm RPing again I'd re-install yahoo messenger. Its dudewheresmybus@yahoo.com. Its not something I plan to be on often, to be honest, but its a quick way to talk to people, so I'll let myself be found once in a while

I posted my intentions on the WT RP board, but like real life, plans can change when given a better opportunity. I'm flexible, as is Peaten

The spot where he arrived was less than a mile from the road heading south to Tar Valon. He had been to Tar Valon a few times before, even into the White Tower. That was Peaten, though. Now he was Matrim, at least his body was. The two souls were as one, but Peaten dominated. In his mind, he was still Peaten, save the occasional flashback, which were becoming less and less frequent. Matrim was a Darkfriend from Tear, who had come to Shayol Ghul to become a Gray Man, fool man. Instead, he was given the honor of being somewhat of an avatar for Peaten to walk the waking world. When Peaten was here last, he had killed a Black Sister and her Warder, his only kill inside the White Tower itself and his first Aes Sedai. Forkroot was a beautiful herb, and when used properly could be devistating. He had overpowered the Warder while Aes Sedai watched numb in her room, then ravaged the woman while the Warder watched incapacitaded, then killed both. The look in the eyes of the Aes Sedai as he dealt the killing blow to her Warder was priceless. Killing her was much more satisfying. With the lack of Gholam, Shar Mahdi were the main choice of the Chosen to assassinate channelers, and were still not always successful. Very few had succeeded in killing both a full Aes Sedai and her Warder.

As he basked in Peaten's memories, Matrim turned onto the road. He had a list in his mind of the highest ranking sisters of the Black Ajah, as well as those who had used the Shar Mahdi for their own agendas before the Chosen were freed. One of them, at least had to be in the Tower at the moment, there was always supposed to be a presence there. In life, only the Order and the Great Lord himself commanded him. As the "children" of Demandred, Dreadlords and Black Sisters usually had to beg the Order to use its senior members, though they were technically higher ranking. Now only the triumvate of Great Lord of the Dark, the Hand of the Dark and Nae'blis commanded him, though an order from the Chosen was to be followed unless it interfered with the plans of one of the top three. Then it would have to be respectfully declined, something no other Friend of the Dark had right to do.

The gate stood open for anyone to enter. And they did. A steady flow of traffic let dozens of people in and out every hour. When Peaten had first come here as a youngster on his way from Caemlyn to the Blight, he marvelled at the intricate design and architecture of the city. Even growing up most of his life in sight of Caemlyn, Tar Valon was the grandest city he had ever been to. He supposed it still was, and he had seen them all from Seanchan to Shara, but he had no interest in such things anymore. The only thing still somewhat impressive was the Tower itself, a massive building that dwarfed the Tower of the Black Dawn. A building such as that showed power. He would always respect power, even that of his enemies. Peaten's memories served Matrim in finding his way through the city, though anyone could eventually find the Tower. Peaten knew hiding places though, where he could watch the Tower from a distance until he figured out a way to get in, and stay for an extended period of time. He could prtetend to be a Warder in training, but for one with the mastery of weapons so deeply ingrained in him, even in another body it would be difficult to fake ignorance for so long. Besides, trainees were given only limited access to the Tower. That left the Tower Guard and the servants. The rank and file Tower Guard had the same limits as Warder trainees, and the same trouble of not showing his skill too fast. The only solution was to become a servant. Bowing and scraping was not something he was used to, but he had done so on missions before. He couldn't just walk in and ask to be a servant though. There needed to be an opening, first of all. One would rouse suspicion, many disappearing would leave the Aes Sedai in need to find several new servants, and quickly. All there was to do now was to wait and see who must be sacrificed.

You can be! Unless you're a novice, in which case we can't interact just cause I'm a male

Thanks guys! It was my pleasure sharing. As the last of the Shar Mahdi (PC-wise anyways), its good to let other people know about us either to join or RP with.

So who IC should I go to to be hired as a servant?