It may be another little while before I'm online again. I finally have a permanent place to live (which doesn't have internet, but I'll pay for it all if I have to), but I'm on vacation right now. I'll be back home late sunday. So sometime next week I'll have the cable guy come and hook me up. Also, when I get back 100% I'll have the first installment of "Tellings of the Wheel: Slayer".

The Boogeyman

In Band style, I say we have a big feast for... something. Drinking, gambling, fornication, all the fun stuff we're known for! It wont really do much to progress anything forward, but it'll get us back in the flow of writing for our characters (mine at least, since its been a while  ;D ). Just a suggestion.

JC

Da Commander

Peaten stood in his version of the Tower of the Black Dawn. It was his place here in this world. Few beyond the Chosen and the Great Lord of the Dark himself knew how and where to find him. Use of Peaten al'Kar's services were beyond the means of mere mortals. He was the Great Lord's blade. Once he was the greatest weaponmaster the Shadow had known since the Age of Legends, and one of the great assassins in the entire world. Now he was something more. An unstoppable assassin, with gifts given to him from the Great Lord that bordered on superhuman. Sometimes he wondered if he was still considered "mere mortal". He most assuredly could be killed, he didn't doubt that, but here in the World of dreams he could go on living forever. Was he now on the same level as one of the Chosen? Here in his world, he could do nearly as much as some of the less adept of them, which by their standards were still much higher that almost anyone living now. The Great Lord had shown him favor above all others besides them, the fact that he was here at this moment proved that.

He shook the idea out of his mind almost as soon as he had thought it. He was nowhere near the Chosen; in power, skill or favor. Pride was his great downfall while he was a man. Having no rival in the Shadow had him desperate for a challenge. He had reached a level of martial mastery, he was even then able to seperate body and mind and enter the World of Dreams, if only briefly. As Master of the Shar Mahdi Order, he took the most difficult tasks, unheard of in the Order. His predecessors grew lazy and comfortable in their position. Peaten had taken missions against blademasters, the Fortress of Light, even the White Tower itself to test himself. In those missions, they were more duels than assassinations. Finally the day came when he met up with the very best in the world. Had Peaten been an average Blood Seeker, he would have snuck in at night and killed the man in his sleep. He would be dead right now, and Peaten alive. He could not pass up the challenge though. He dueled him fair and square, in broad daylight. Looking back on it, it was a dance of pure beauty. The controled rage of Peaten al'Kar against the complete focus of Ben-T Gaidin. It was hard for Peaten to imagine ever in all of history when the two greatest warriors in all the world faced off against each other in mortal combat, their styles so different, yet that was its beauty. Peaten lost the duel, at the very last second, with the cold steel still in his chest, Peaten escaped into Tel'aran'rhoid. He was a fading shadow, even then, until he eventually found himself in this world's Pit of Doom, speaking with the Great Lord of the Dark.

And here he was, about to teach. No great battles, no infultrations, no duels to the death... he would be teaching a Dreadlord how to walk this place. No matter. At least he was doing something. He had taught before, when he was the Master of Combat. It was his duty to the Shadow. He had learned long ago that he was only a tool. The Great Lord or his Chosen could weild their tool as they wished. The order had come from Moghedien. It was an order he couldn't refuse.

Now where was the bloody person?

Peaten al'Kar

WS: 20 last time I knew, DS: ???

Rank: Slayer

no, consider that done

I can only promise a semi-swift response in the next 2 days. After that it might be a few days while I get everything situated in my new town.

Jaem sighed. He knew the desperation in Saira Fjimara's voice. He knew, too the weight of his responsibilities. "Off your knees, girl." There as little tenderness left in a man so scarred in every way from life. Still, he was smart enough to know when to at least pretend. He waited for her to stand and gain her composure a little. "It will please you to know, Kandor is liberated." he continued on before the fool girl could stop him. "The place is war torn and full of refugees, I'm afraid, but it stands in the Shadow no longer. However, there are other issues at hand. Kandor is free at the cost of the sovereignty of its neighbors. I understand your grief... we are in the very woods I played in as a child. War is all around us. The Two Rivers, Kandor, even Shienar and Arafel are only small battles, I fear. I am sending a small contingent of scouts and light cavalry to the Borderlands. You do not have to steal your way there. Only enlist."

Jaem paced back and forth in his office. Being the Commander wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Not like it was in Ehlana's time anyways. Then it was leading attacks and coming up with grand strategies. He had helped with that, he was used to it. Now that the Band had a home base, it was mostly paperwork and dealing with local authorities. Now this. Brigands and bandits and refugees. Burn it to the Pit! What was happening out in the world? In his days growing up in the Two Rivers, he could count the number of non-Two Rivers folk he had ever met on two hands. No one came here. He knew the histories now and it amazed him even more. Not in 1000 years has there been a war here, or any amount of immigrants and vandals. Even soldiers were not safe if they were out alone. The proof lay in the medical barracks. He wasn't a doomsayer by any means, but even he could see something big was coming. Asha'man, Seanchan... the Band of the Red Hand itself was but an example of the past coming back to the present.

He looked at the cutlass on his hip. There were some things that couldn't be stopped with the blade... but there were some that could. Silently he vowed vengance against anyone that ever thought to invade his home. The scum will pay.

As he began to formulate a plan there was a knock at the door. "Enter." As the door opened, Jaem sat down behind his desk. Someone he vaguely recognized as a scout entered with a young woman in tow. The scout stood at attention exactly one foot in front of his desk and saluted. Perfect. Jaem saluted back. "At ease."

"Sir, I guided this one from Baerlon to the Citadel. I..."

"Good. Thank you, Sergeant. You have done well. If we could be alone please."

"Of course, sir." He saluted again and walk out of the office.

He eyed the girl for a moment. "So 'this one'. Do you have a name?"

*an even older Bander drinks it* :D

welcome back. Of course... anyone is welcome if they bring booze

JC

Da Commander

with no money and a bum finger... so I have time for an RP or two. Any ideas? I'd acctually like Jaem to interact with all the divisions to get a feel of what they do.

JC

Commander

okie dokie

invisible? moi?

I'm finally moved and settled in to my new house. Since I'm now a little tighter on money I can't go out as much, and I chopped off part of my knuckle so I can't work out all the time... I get to be online :D rp wise, I'm just waiting for any rp that can use my unique talents.

nope, I'm here

Jaem Caran

Commander of the Band of the Red Hand

pffft... you've totally rped like 100 times since I've been back. You lie!

here

Slayer

I'm here

JC

we need to get together and figure something out to do. I suppose I can start turning msn on again... if I really have to ;D But yeah... lets do something

JC

heya Mags. How the hell you been? wb ol buddy :D

sorry I was gone so long, I had personal issues to sort out. Whats new?

I needed time to sort some things out. But I'm back

JC

Taking a to'raken from the capitol to the main military port was a short flight, but to Muaghde it seemed like an eternity. He had just finished with his second ever audience with the Emperor, may he live forever in the Light. Not only was command of the Return given to him, but so was the duty of protecting his daughter. But it wasn't just any of the Emperor's children, but his heir, the Daughter of the Nine Moons. That, with his recent adoption into the Blood was more honor than he could handle in such a short time. With such great honor came great responsibility. He was being trusted with the Empire. If he failed, there would be no court martial, there would be no banishment... there would only be death. Muaghde had been on edge since his utter failure as the Commander at the end of the Hailene. Even after so long and so much success since, it was still in the back of his mind.

He looked at the der'morat'to'raken up in the front. He remembered training him about 10 years ago. He was an excellent flier, but didn't have a mind quick enough to handle the smaller raken. Life was simple as a common soldier, even as just the Air General. He had grown up around raken. He knew everything about them. He was perhaps the most famous flier in recent history.

He then thought about the girl to his right. The Daughter of the Nine Moons. Light. He looked at his laquered pinky and ring nails. Life was much more complicated now. Until recently, he knew little of land battle or of many of the other exotic animals they used. He knew nothing of politics and issues with the Blood. Now he knew. Even those of higher Blood were envious of this honor. To lead the Return, and to have the stewardship of the Daughter of the Nine Moons was an honor too great, they thought, for one who was once of common blood. However, the Emperor, may he live forever in the Light, had chosen Muaghde because not only was he a military man and far superior in martial knowledge than any of the Blood, but he had been to the east, and he had seen these lands first hand. If he weren't so high in Imperial favor at the moment, he would have been dead long ago.

The cold air of the upper skies quickly turned into summer heat as the decended to the landing site, just outside of the port. Muaghde had just now snapped out of his own thoughts to notice the sight in front of him. Ships as far as the eye could see. Thousands. He had long known just how many ships and men he would take, but the sight of it made the Hailene seem like a training excursion.

A gaping hole was made in front of them as the four Deathwatch Guards walked in front of Muaghde and Ruan. In matter of minutes, they had arrived to his flagship. He was the largest and grandest ship in all the waters of the world. The Guards went up first, followed by Ruan, then tailed by Muaghde. In such distinguished company, Muaghde was little more than a rear guard, even on his own ship.

Who's still here and active? I just need your character name and rank. I'm going to make the first RP post concerning the Return in a few minutes.

Muaghde

Commander of the Ever Victorious Army

there is something in mind, but I need to talk to Mrija about it. Then after we talk to Muir and Andrea about it, we can tell our divisions. Oh the fun of it all :D

btw if anyone has any questions for me regarding Seanchan, my msn is degeneratexxx@hotmail.com I'll be on it tomorrow (friday) as I acctually have a day off

Meat

that Seanchan guy

as I understand it, pretty much like fight club