(OOC:  Any attempts to godmod Pherno or Dovien into defeating the 30 circles singlehandedly in the front hall will be ignored.)

Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Accepted, Dedicated, Novices, Soldiers were standing ready.  They had rested for three days, and were ready again.  Wholly rested and waiting.  The shield had started to crack in the middle of the third day, and even now, the defences were being erected.  30 circles made their way to the top, even as 30 circles stayed at the entrance, and the remaining 50 or so making their way to their various levels.  Any time now, and the shield would crack.  The True Power was being used, for neither Saidin nor Saidar had been detected, even reversed weaves.

Cyndane had been broken, and even now was in one of the circles, as a member.  No one trusted her enough for her to lead a circle, and that circle kept their eyes on Cyndane in case she tried to do something that would upset their plans.  But so far nothing had happened, and most of the attention was focused on the door, and the shield.  Even inside, when they could not see it, they could feel the Weaves giving.  Several Novices shuddered and hugged each other, trying to rid themselves of the awful sound of the constant hammerings on the shield itself.

Then the shield broke, and the doors exploded inward.

But the circles were ready.  Only so many trollocs could come through the doors, no matter how large, and a thick wall of flame immediately burnt to a crisp any who tried to enter that way.  Dreadlords cut the weave, but the Light had already made their next move, and winds that were beyond hurricane force smashed into the front ranks, and lightning seared the air, thundering and striking down dozens of trollocs every few seconds.  The front pack was routed, until the dreadlords worked together in circles, raising shields that defended quite a large portion of their army.

However, they were pressing in, and the forces of the Light backed off.  Fire blazed around, and even the warded stone of the White Tower was now cracked and blackened with the heat.  Stone erupted, causing deaths among the trollocs.  Weaves attempted to cut at the Light, but through teamwork and cooperation to a degree that the Shadow could never possess, no one had been hurt from the Light.  Yet.

Estean's face grew harder and harder, even as the trolloc horde pressed forward, howling and cursing.  Even her fireballs were not deterring them any longer, charged and fueled as they were by the bloodlust that held them in the thick of the battle.  Estean herself was beginning to feel the effects of the adrenaline rush through her body.  She swung herself onto her horse again, and, binding her packhorse to the spot with flows of Air and protecting it with another shield, she tied off the weaves as hard as she could, knotting them together simply.  Then she made her horse gallop to one side.

Part of the horde broke off and charged towards her, yelling and shouting.  But she did not take any notice of the fact.  Neither did they chill her bones.  She had grown up in the borderlands, and despite the fact that she had not been there for most of her life, she had grown up surrounded by the dangers of a trolloc attack.  Her hair flying as her horse swerved around, she channeled Fire, and a jet of flame burst from her hand, striking one of the trollocs full in the chest, and it screamed as it was flung backwards into its companions, who went down in a heap after him.  It's chest was smoking horribly, and the stench of burnt flesh reached her nostrils.

Swallowing the urge to turn over and vomit on the spot, Estean channeled the same weave again, and fire burst among the trollocs who were still struggling up.  The heat was so strong that the air currents were playing havoc around her.  Dust was being stirred up by winds howling here and there, even as fire poured from her hands, illuminating the scene before her with startling brightness.  Her hair swirled and churned, dancing around her, threatening to obscure her sight.  She grabbed most of it and stuffed it down the back of her dress, which held it firmly in place.

Amongst the flames dancing upon the trollocs in front of her, a rider in a black horse came sweeping up, and Estean's heart came up to her mouth despite the heat of the battle.  She did not meet its eyes, but simply divided her flows two ways.  Even as fire continued blaze from her right hand, to swirl a path of destruction amongst the trollocs, light poured from her left, illuminating the very air.  Even if the Fade had decided to use the Shadow to come closer, there was no way he could do it now, with the darkness of the night gone.

She trembled with the amount of Power that she held, near the brink of burning herself out.  The power was seeking a way out even as she desperately struggled to control it.  It shone from her eyes, mingling with the light that was burning the very air.  The Fade turned, trying to escape the hold that the light had on its movement.  She gave it no chance.  A finger was leveled at it, and lightning seared the air, far hotter than even the heat of the lightning.

The Fade was thrown off the horse, a smoking rent where its heart had been previously, though it lay thrashing on the ground.  The riderless horse reared and galloped away into the night.

Hello Kathleen.

Here at the DM RP side, your novice will be shifted into retro time (ie.  before mainplot timeline.)

Thus the time at which you will be rping your novice in whatever particular thread will be up to the concensus of the people participating.  Most of the time we don't bother specifying.

You can have two threads going on at the same time OOCly, because it does not affect the time ICly.

Post finished.  You can reply now...

*Takes the strap from Lavinya and proceeds to give a double dose to Boopsie*

;D

My pleasure!

Seyneru watched as Skechid put out the flame he had created, smothering it with a negligent wave of his hand, weaving Air.  Seyneru watched, slightly envious at the skill at which Skechid manipulated his weaves.  But what Skechid said did make sense.  Cooking did not only make use of fire.  "Let’s start with purpose. Dishes are generally separated into different kind of courses. Some are simple dishes as snacks or appetizers. Some are full meals. Some are soups, stews or braises. Some are breads and cakes, others are desserts."

"Tell me what your experiences are in terms of cooking. What are your preferences, your likes and dislikes? What do you know and what do you want to know? And we’ll continue from there."

Seyneru paused to consider this for a while, before speaking.  "I do suppose that I put some heavy emphasis on main staples, but I do like rich, thick, creamy soup that they usually serve up before the main course.  An appetizer.  My grandmother used to call it  "Cream of Chicken".  I don't really know what the ingredients of the soup are, because I never learnt cooking, nor was interested in learning how to until I came to the Black Tower, and learnt to bake with the One Power without burning my supper black."  He laughed wryly.

Then there was an interruption nearby.

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but what can I do for a bowl of that?"

Seyneru Yoshan

Crafter of the Five

Can Estean ARavell come to live with Seyneru?  SHe's a channeler.  She wasn't allowed to live at the BT before.

OMG Lor!

Don't worry too much about us first.  Your body is more important.  Recover quickly.  We'll all be here waiting patiently.

There was a loud boom and a flash of light even as the sun dwindled on the horizon.  Startled, Estean looked around.  To the south, and with her Saidar enhanced vision, she saw weaves flowing around what seemed to be a Saldaean borderland patrol group.  And about to crash into it was a literal tidal wave of trollocs.  Or at least it was, in her opinion.  Cursing under her breath, she knew that nowhere was safe if shadowspawn had penetrated so far self.  So she decided to join the fray anyway.  There was a friendly channeler about there somewhere, that was for certain.  Where else could those protective weaves have come from?

She seemed to be nearer to the combat than the Aes Sedai who was standing, quite a distance away.  Pulling her packhorse and kicking her own into a gallop, Estean rode fast and furious towards the scene.  The patrol had arisen to the occasion and were fighting bravely.  However, it was quite clear that they were severely outnumbered, and would require as much aid as they could get.  Estean was not really strong, but she had indeed considerable talent for the One Power.

Drawing upon as much of the power that she could handle safely, she channeled Air and Fire.  A large ball of fire erupted from her hand, and she flung it right at the charging horde.  It whirred and whined in the air, causing a slight commotion as several trollocs saw it and turned back.  However, the ball fell, and with a deafening explosion, ten were killed.  Eshara panted slightly as she loosed another one.  She could only make such large fireballs one at a time, and it was tiring.  She had not been engaged in a fight with the One Power for over 10 years.  Fire swirled around her fingers, gathering into another large fireball that shone like a miniature sun, landing with a massive boom, taking out a round dozen.

She was several hundred paces away, and some of the trollocs broke around the main patrol to come charging at her, roaring and bellowing infidelities she could only assume were being spoken in their hideous language.  Changing tactics on the spot, she discarded her first weave and threw up a strong shield around her and her horses that the trollocs ran into.  They ran unseeing into it, and bounced back, even as they clawed at it, hacking at it, trying to break through.  They snarled at her and she dismounted, they leaped for her, attempting to burst through the barrier that was holding fast.

Fat chance of that happening.

Tying off the shield, she channeled as thick a weave consisting of Air and Water that she had ever woven for this purpose.  The flows were cable thick, but were still woven dexteriously and quickly.  Immediately, a wind blasted down the area, hard and fast, scattering those in front of her like ninepins onto their companions back in the fray.  They disappeared then, carved to bits by their companions' weapons as they landed on them.

Ok, Nesyer is joining, a yellow aspie.  And an Accepted to boot.

I suggest, that if we were to include elements of the dark, that we should make the noble someone from the boarderlands.  It makes things much easier to be shadow induced.

Responded.

"I am Seyneru Yoshan."  Seyneru said, nodding his head respectfully at Skechid.  "Soldier.  And in response to your question, I am here in a seemingly futile attempt to learn how to cook delicious meals.  I would ask you about the stew, but I am afraid that such skill is currently beyond my competance.  What I learnt for my grandmother is the basic rudimetary skills.  Perhaps I could assist you ... and learn from you?  If you are willing."

Seyneru went over to the wall, took down an apron, and channeled thin flows of Fire, just enough to set another set of logs in another area of the kitchen burning, while waiting for Skechid's response.  He took a strip of cloth from his pocket in the black coat and tied his shoulder-length hair into a neat ponytail to prevent it from getting into the way of his cooking.

The smell emanating from the pot was just too strong for him to resist.  While waiting for Skechid's response, he went over and looked at what Skechid was cooking that could actually make such a strong, fragant and flavoured smell.  It reminded him of the old times, more than fifteen years ago now, when he still lived in his grandmother's mansion in Andor...

Nesyer was relieved that their lesson was taking place in the cool but thankfully unwindy room of Lavinya's main room.  The autumn winds, or gales, rather, had been enough to give her a particular headcold so bad that she had had to seek Healing from it.  Her herbs most certainly would not do, for she needed to keep up with the intense coursework.  Perhaps after her Raising for Aes Sedai would she have enough time to recover normaly.  But as an Accepted, she was far busier than she would normally be, and so, she required Healing.  One of the Yellow Ajah had been all but willing to oblige to her request.

But the Healing had left her tired before she went to Lavinya's lesson, and she nearly stumbled all the way up the stairs to the Grey Ajah Quarters.

Knocking on the door, Nesyer curtsied to Lavinya before sitting down on one of the chairs.  Smiling, she watched as Lavinya delved into her first weave.  "Good morning Nesyer, and welcome to the third lesson of Advanced Saidar! Today we’ll go straight into our first weave which erases fatigue. It’s a useful weave to know, so pay close attention! I will demonstrate it first."  Nesyer sat bolt upright.  This weave was a Healing weave, paying particular attention to Lavinya, she watched carefully as Lavinya embraced the source and channeled.

Spirit mingled with touches of Air and Water threaded through.  The main backbone was certainly Spirit, with touches of Air every here and there.  An intricate weave that Lavinya wove and touched her.  When the weave touched her, Lavinya felt all her exhaustion drain away.  Not all at once, but gradually.  As Nesyer watched, the weave was withdraw and Lavinya, she saw, seemed to become more tired.  Her brain moving quickly, she deduced that the fatigue itself was being drawn to Lavinya.

"Your task is this. Draw the fatigue to yourself. But don’t draw too much. There’s still a lot to do and I cant have you sleeping away entirely. If you want more practise I can erase the fatigue and you can try again as many times as you need."

Nesyer nodded, the fatigue gone, and channeled.  Life and joy filled up in her, exhileration flooding as she channeled the first Healing weave she had learnt so far.  Spirit flashed through the air, sweeping from the sky, even as Air and Water joined it.  After some momentary consideration, she decided not to improvise.  It was said that experimenting with Healing was dangerous.  Nesyer was determined to try, but when she was Aes Sedai and of the Yellow Ajah.  As the weave seemed to shift into completion, Nesyer placed her hand on Lavinya's outstretched arm, and mentally drew back the fatigue from Lavinya.

Releasing the Source, she stumbled slightly and had to sit down heavily on the nearby chair for a short while.  Lavinya placed her hand on Nesyer and drew back the fatigue, until Nesyer reembraced the Source, and channeled once more, drawing less fatigue this time.  Yawning slightly, she clung onto the Source to give her some more energy, and after a short while, felt herself recover somewhat.  And so the dance continued, Nesyer practising on Lavinya, whilst Lavinya withdrew the weariness from Nesyer everytime so that Nesyer could practise once more.  All until Nesyer thought that she would be able to weave it when she was half asleep.  It wasn't too complicated, nor did it require much strength anyway.

"The next weave we’ll tackle is Minor Healing.  If you are heading for the Yellow, watch carefully!  This is a weaker version of the usual healing weave and can heal scrapes, bruises, small cuts and so on."  Nesyer leaned forward eagerly, brushing away strands of hair that were blocking her vision.  There was a knock on the door, and Nesyer, annoyed by the interruption, turned to see who could possibly have the gall to interrupt them in the middle of the lesson.

Several Tower trainees came in.  It was not the fact that they were boys that made her stare.  But it was more of the fact that she had been wondering why on earth that they were covered with bruises and cuts.  She wondered why and how they had managed to sustain such bad injuries.  Lavinya, apparently misreading her expression, murmured a reprimand, though she smiled slightly, apparently understanding her thoughts.  Lavinya embraced the Source and channeled again.  This time however, the weave was stronger and complicated, much more so than that of the weave to remove Fatigue.  But it, Nesyer judged, was still easily within the range of her abilities.

Lavinya's hand touched the skin just below that of the eye, even as her weave touched the man, passing through the eye slowly.  Nesyer watched, amazed, as the bruise that had been so evident started to fade into nothing.  The eye grew less red, the flesh retreated, and the pouchiness that usually denoted fluid was receding, until the eye turned back to its normal appearance.  Thrilled, Nesyer watched as Lavinya touched his cheek, asking whether he felt any pain.  The nod that the man gave made Nesyer excited.  She wanted to try this.  It was the first step to become a Sister of the Yellow Ajah.  She so wanted to join them.

"I’d like you to practise on these men. Remember your subjects are alive and will scream if you hurt them. I will be watching very carefully; the target should feel no pain but only a slight chill. Go ahead now."

Nesyer nodded impatiently.  Weaving slowly and carefully, she beckoned to the man, who looked at her, smiling.  Nesyer met the stare impassively until his smile faded and he stretched out his arm.  Nesyer looked down and saw a bruise to rival the one she saw before.  Laying a finger on the bruise, he shuddered slightly, and she ignored it.  The weave was placed onto the bruise, and the swollen flesh faded back to its normal colour.

She went through the men one by one, diagnosing them with a Healer's skill and ability.  A deep cut on the leg, a scrape on the chest, most minor things.  However, there were some more serious cuts that she used the weave on, and there was a scar remaining, telling her that it was not as effective.  But Lavinya's encouraging smile told her that she was doing very well indeed.  Finally, after nearly an hour of diagnosing and Healing, they were all Healed, and Lavinya sent the men away.  Nesyer collapsed on the chair, quite tired and feeling as though she would need a larger meal than usual for dinner later that day.

After Nesyer felt that she had regained a measure of her strength, Lavinya continued the lesson.

"The penultimate weave for this lesson is called Circle of Silence.  I weave a dome of mixed Air and Water," Lavinya did so, "and strengthen the whole with Spirit.  This is a complex and delicate weave which you may not be skilled enough to do. I then place the dome over the subject."  Lavinya dropped the weave lightly on top of Nesyer, who flinched as the weave covered her and asked what the weave was.  "This could be useful if there’s a lot of background noise and you need to talk to someone.  You’d place a Circle of Silence on the both of you and all noise would be excluded.  It could also prevent a criminal or miscreant from hearing what you plan to do with him."

Nesyer nodded.  The weave itself would push her skill, but she thought that, although it was quite complicated, she would be able to accomplish it.

She embraced Saidar, and flows sprung up around her as she carefully wove the weaves of the Circle of Silence.  They fell into place perfectly on the first time, and she tested it by speaking.  Lavinya nodded her head and smiled.  Nesyer undid the weave and tried again, the flows falling into place more naturally as she guided Saidar to do her bidding. Her eyes were intense and she was concentrating heavily on what she was doing.  She copied the weave several times over until she was very sure that she could repeat the weave when she was half-asleep.  It would be unlikely that she would have to use it in any dangerous situation in the first place.

When Nesyer completed it for the tenth time perfectly, the weaves falling into place perfectly once more, Lavinya moved on to the next and final weave of that day.  Nesyer released Saidar and paid close attention to what Lavinya was saying.  "The last weave we’ll be looking at is Mirror of Mists.  This weave is used to alter someone’s size or appearance although the closer you stay to the true appearance, the more efficient the weave will be."  The glow sprang up around Lavinya, and flows of Air, Water, Fire and Spirit emanated from her, swirling in a complex fashion, woven together in a delicate lace, to around the mouse.  It was a tapestry that Nesyer managed to memorize on her first time, her mind tucking the weaves into her memory.

The mouse suddenly was larger.  There was no gradual effect.  It simply was one, then the other.  She blinked once, then studied the mouse.  Lavinya placed a hand on the actual mouse - her hand actually seemed to sink into its surface.  "If I were to make this mouse appear seven feet tall, she still wouldn’t bump its head on the mouse hole, and the fact that it disappears into the wall would give you to suspect that it was hiding her true appearance.  So the more you keep to the natural appearance, the less anyone would suspect.  You probably won’t be able to alter the finer details like eyes and hair, that is advanced work.  So you’ll begin with altering the appearance of your own skin.  Hold out your hand in front of you and try to turn your skin a shade darker, or lighter than its natural colour.  Then you can practise on the mouse."

Lavinya took out the basket of angreal and placed it on the table.  Nesyer nodded and went to work.  Taking an Angreal from the basket, she drew upon Saidar and channeled the weave exactly as she had been given, on her hand, surrounding it.  When the weave fell into completion, Nesyer's hand was several times larger.  But that was not the task that had been set.  She had to change the colour of her hand, making it either darker or lighter.  She stared at the weave for a while, thinking about how to change the weaving so that her hand would appear darker.  She modified the weave, changing the composition of  the amount of Fire.  The amount of energy.  The space around her hand warped, and her hand became smaller.  She frowned slightly, and changed it again.

She did it again and again until she found the combination she was looking for.  A touch of Air and Fire was modified, less fire used.  The hand would thus appear darker.  A reverse in the combinations made the hand appear lighter.  Lavinya asked her to demonstrate again and again, and made her try varying shades of colours before she was satisfied.  Demonstrating again and again, aided by the Angreal that was glowing brightly on the table, Nesyer started to feel quite drained, even though the Angreal was buffering her from the full impact of channeling so much Saidar at such large quantities for now.

The she practised on the mouse.  Different combinations of weavings, different shapes and types of weavings stemming from the root of the weave.  Nesyer made the mouse bigger by enlarging the weave, thinner by making the weave thinner, and so on.  But light, it was rather complex and difficult to see the modifications required to make the mouse seem to be of different shapes and sizes.  Nesyer's head began to hurt somewhat, and kept on aching until Lavinya dismissed her, for her to practise and return next week.

(OOC:  Is Pherno mad, attacking Logain, who is the most powerful light channeler after the Dragon?  And who wields Callandor, backed by a circle of 72?  And who is actually far more skilled than most living save the Forsaken?  I've thrown Pherno back here and reconstructed the weaves defending the Tower itself.  The city is lost, but the White Tower is now protected in a shield, with all the Angreal, Sa'Angreal that can be used.  You will take several hours to break it.  RP what you will be doing for those several hours, while the White Tower recuperates.  When the shield falls, I will start the battle.)

Silviana had given the order to fall back to the White Tower, at the centre of the city, still standing, pristine and whole.  Logain had gripped Callandor, and he led a circle of 72, aided by all the Angreal and Sa'Angreal they could find, whether male or female attuned, flinging off Pherno first, of course.  A powerful shield of Air was erected that would take several hours to break down, even tied off.  For the weave was reversed and could not be seen.  A handy trick that Egwene had brought before she had left once more.  Cyndane had broken under consistant effort via those who were once Sul'dam, and she was now consistantly giving out information that was handy, regarding the One Power.

The Light still had 8000 channelers left.  3000 had fallen in the massacre today.  The only consolation was that 500 of the opposition dreadlords had died in the process.

Around them were deafening sounds as Dragons crashed throughout the city, destroying it.  Fortunately for the Light, the Dragons killed more trollocs than citizens, as most of them had been evacuated to the Tower.  There were only a few dozen citizens who could not make it before the shields were raised, and it would take at least a day's worth of efforts to break it down.  Pherno was swirling around, trying to look for an opening in the shield.  But his blasts were deflected with contemptuous ease by the shield itself, shimmering strongly in the air.  Multitudes of lightning and wind were being blasted at it, all deflected.

The shield would not last forever however, and a hasty meeting had been in session for the last hour or so.

Several ideas were being thrown about, and finally, after another two hours of debate, it was decided that, among the more than hundred circles possible, 30 would guard the top of the White Tower, aided by the angreal in the White Tower.  40 would man the levels of the White Tower, to ensure that they would not break through the middle, and the rest to defend the lower levels.

Moral was not high, but they knew that this would be their last stand.  Death awaited all who had resisted.  But it was higher than it had been previously, as much knowledge had been gained within the last hour or so.  Sharing between Aes Sedai and Asha'man, linked in circles, had increased it further.

So they split again, forming circles of 72 and 71.  30 circles remained in the entrance hall, as they waited for the shield to crack.

Here.

Handle:  Arani Lepenque Aes Sedai

Character:  Seyneru Yoshan (Soldier)

RPs:  Character progression RPs.  I need to become a dedicated!!

I personally am THRILLED in having a battle rp....

Only thing is my Accepted, like Elgee's, are only going to be raised in the mainplotline, or just before.

By the way, Elgee, it's Jehaine's Jerinia, not Jerinia's Jehaine.  ;D

Air and Spirit?  Nenen thought, her eyes narrowing slightly.  Not a very good combination for me, if I say so myself.  She sighed.  The basic requisite of most shields were at least a basic strength in Air.  Nenen had long discovered before she had ever become Accepted that her strengths certainly did not lie in Air.  Her weaknesses did.  But she saw this class as an opportunity to curb this weakness, to increase, if not her strength, but her knowledge of the weaves that went with the weaves of Air.

Fortunately however, the weave that Loraine showed was not very complicated.  Truth to tell, it was simpler than most weaves she had learnt since coming to the Tower.  She concentrated hard, embracing the Power, and went through the weave slowly.  Flows of Wind flashed in the air in front of her, and her eyes narrowed further as she guided each one into the precise place each weave was supposed to take.

As the last flow of  fell into place, the shield was erected in front of her.  Smiling in triumph, she nearly did a jig on the ground, but restrained herself at the last moment as the gaze of Loraine Sedai fell on her.  Swallowing slightly, she let the weave disappate and tried again.

Standing up, she tried again, and the shield fell into place, the flows coming together and falling into place easily.  The flows of Air were braided together simply, in an in-out pattern, with Spirit winding in and out of them at distinct, seperate intervals.  The shield was erected, the only indication that it had been formed was the slight shimmer in the air at its boundary, as well as the weave itself.

Nenen Kailadel

Fighter of the Five

Satisfied

(OOC:  Can all of you wait  :-\  I need some time before I can post to catch up.)

Oh Amadine...

I perfectly understand.  My father has been in cancer for ... over 4 years.  Stage 5 Lymphoma.  Remission has occured three times.  Car crash three/four days ago.  Small fracture in Sternum...  :'(

Estean rode amongst her homeland, towards the estates her family owned.  She would be visiting them for the first time since she left for the White Tower.  That was so long ago.  Almost a hundred and fifty years, to be exact.  In her right hand was a staff she used to aid her for such long physical journeys, and her left hand patted the horse she was riding.  Her packhorse was led behind, tied to her other horse.  She was making good progress so far, she was halfway through Saldaea, nearing the central area.

Today however, she was travelling faster than usual.  Both she and her horses felt it too.  There was something wrong about the atmosphere today.  A sense of malevolance hung about in the air, as though the wrong person at the wrong time would feel the true extent of the word.  Something was about to happen, and Estean did NOT want to be a part of it.  So she and the horses were literally trotting along the plains, even as the scarce vegetation made her obvious targets.  The good thing was, scarce vegetation would allow her to see any predators coming.

Or so she hoped.

And so, as the feeling of dread increased, she embraced the power, ready for anything, preparing several nasty weaves to be used on the instant anything arose.  Life welled into her, and her senses became enhanced.  Scanning the land around her, she looked, and looked again.  Then her eyes fell upon a man, who was cloaked in black, riding a horse that was also black.  Embracing more of Saidar, she looked more closely, and wished she hadn't.

It was a Fade.

Seyneru yawned as he woke up, dressed, and got into his black coat.  He was extremely tired after having channelled the whole of yesterday away.  Bloody Dedicated, he grumbled.  Many were unnerved at the rate at which he was gaining strength.  He had not been here for several months already and he was already very strong for a Soldier.  It was such that they pushed him harder than the rest.  Ever since Arath's bloody lesson, he had finally managed to develop skill to match his strength, but the imbalance was obvious.

Sighing, he stumbled out blearily into the snowy day, where a loud roar met him as a fire roared.  Flows of Fire emanated from several Asha'man and Dedicated, as they burnt the bodies of yesterday's training losses.  Seyneru shuddered.  Many had been burnt out trying to hold more than they could handle.  All those present were being forced ever higher, to test and flex their limits, and surpass them.  It was a good technique, but dangerous, especially with the taint on Saidin, and the Life that Saidin embued in one.

His black coat swirling as he turned and strode in another direction, he made his way towards the kitchens, picking his way towards the snow.  He was going to have to learn how to cook sooner or later.  Without the usage of the One Power.  If he ever saw his relations again, he would have to anyway.

Nenen was nearly late.  Trying to balance a few books and prevent her notes from flying at the same time was not a good idea when the wind blew down the corridors, magnified when the place narrowed.  Strands of golden hair whipped her face, making her narrow her eyes to prevent any of it from going into her hair.  In her blue eyes was reflected the anxiety of the time, for she had woken up late, and was now rushing to the class after snatching a bit to eat at the kitchens.

She strode briskly along the corridor, for now was not to practise the art of gliding used by Aes Sedai.  There, in her opinion, were more important things in her life than being serene all the time.  Sometimes emotion helped to sway the point.  Hopefully Loraine Sedai would be a bit forgiving of her tardiness if she appeared apologetic.  She was already nearing the classroom, and as she turned the corner, she saw the door to the class close shut firmly behind her.

Damn!

Breaking into a run, she sped through the last dozen or so paces and threw open the door with a Crack!  Causing several of the Accepted in the room to jump.  She curtsied to Loraine Sedai.  "Good morning Loraine Sedai!  I'm sorry I'm late."  she said, before hurrying to the empty seat at the back of the class, putting down all her materials and stacking them on the empty table next to her, hoping against hope that the class hadn't started, and that she hadn't earned a black mark with the teacher.  Yet.

Nenen Kailadel

Fighter of the Five

Somewhat Anxious

Sorry.  But I'm on an activity low for the moment.  Post will be up soon.

Awww

*Gives Elgee the innocent puppy look*

Awww.  Don't worry Elgee.  Despite everything Amadine and I will do, the forum will still be standing here waiting to welcome you back with open arms.