Hi all,

 

Most of you probably won't remember me, but hopefully someone will.  I was an Asha'man and even a Storm Leader once for a while but then real life kinda got in the way.  Anyhoo I guess I just finished reading AMOL and got a bit nostalgic for the good old BT.  It seems pretty quiet on the board but I hope there is still stuff going on.

 

Peace,

 

Andar

Ahhh, thats ok then. Happy Birthday man. Hope you had a good one.

That'd be right. I look away for a few moments and..... *sighs

Hello dear,

 

Nice to see you poking your bunny into our boards again. :)

 

Andar

Asha'man

Brand's choice was obvious, he was sacrificing himself in an attempt to kill his opponent at the same time. Andar saw what the other man had chosen, but still the opening was too good to miss. He thrust forward hard, hitting Brand square in the chest, with a crushing blow that had probably cracked ribs and perhaps even drawn blood.

 

The philosophy of sheathing the sword was grim and something that Andar did not have much time for. His way was to fight to live, although he guessed in an extreme enough circumstance he would take this choice as well. A sword lesson in his opinion though was not the right time or place and it angered him. Something that happened more and more often of late.

 

Brand's killing blow began and Andar reacted without thought. Releasing the blade, he stepped quickly forward, into a clinch with his "dead" opponent, letting Brand's arm strike him on the shoulder, as he took him down with a simple leg trip, the wooden blade falling from Brand's hand as he fell.

 

Andar stood back and recovered his weapon, then turned angrily away from his student. "If you make that choice in the future Brand, I suggest you don't make your final attack so obvious. Now go get cleaned up, this lesson is over. I hope you learned from it."

 

Andar gathered his things and turned to leave, his simmering anger starting to fade

 

OOC: Ok, we'll call this lesson finished finally. YAY! sorry about the wait. I actually thought everyone had dropped out. I kinda got surprised when I saw this post here. I know it's old, I guess I just missed it. My bad. I'll let Dali know that you finished it Brand. It probably doesn't matter now anyway but I'll tell him. Drenn our other lesson supercedes this one so I'll just wrap it up. Thanks guys.

 

Andar

Asha'man

"Why injure when you can kill?" Drenn growled angrily, as he closed again. He was more wary this time, and his blade moved quickly to counter the few feints that Andar made. Close range was still a bad thing for the smaller man, so he attacked quickly with hard thrusting jabs to the chest and throat. Drenn deflected the stabs aside but his forward momentum was halted by the direct thrusts.

 

"Here it comes now Drenn. Do you think you can stop it?" Andar asked seriously, his shirt was slicked wet with sweat and he was starting to tire, he probably should have killed his opponent in that last exchange, and in a real fight he would have. The moment had passed now though and he would have to create a new one. Now he just had to see how Drenn would react to the threat.

 

Andar

Asha'man

Drenn charged in, closing the distance between them quickly, he thought well on his feet and adapted his tecniques well. By closing the gap, the larger man was attempting to nullify Andar's speed advantage, not a good thing in Andar's opinion.

 

He thrust forward quickly with the wooden blade, catching Drenn's sword, then he spun quickly around behind the larger man, clearing space as the dedicated tried to halt his charge. A quick slashing blow scraped along Drenn's side, as Andar spun past him. Not a killing blow but one that would prove telling if the blades were live.

 

With distance once again between them, Andar began to attack again, it was nearly time to end it but he felt that Drenn still had some things to learn from this fight. The landed blow would probably fluster him somewhat, it was his reaction to this that Andar wanted to see.

 

Andar

Asha'man

OOC: Sorry it's taken a while. More net problems. Should be solved now though, new ISP YAY!!!

 

I'm home for lunch atm, no time to write so I'll get something up tonight for you.

 

Andar

Andar was pleased, Drenn had picked up on the lesson he was trying to teach and systematically began to close the openings. They still opened up from time to time but more practise and some drills would fix that problem so Andar stopped pointing them out so often.

 

The Dedicated had potential, he soon seemed to realise that he would not be able to break through Andar's defence using the current tactics, his repetior was simply not big enough. Drenn's attacks started coming in harder and harder, each strike jarred Andar's arm and he found himself having to twist his blade a little to counter the extra force.

 

He blocked an upward strike and Drenn's momentum drove his blade up until they were locked, not a particularly good position to be in when facing a stronger man. They began the spin and Andar's speed began to tell again. Drenn pushed and Andar found himself being pushed back, he stumbled slightly and Drenn flew in again, the blade flashing towards him.

 

Andar was taken aback for a moment and began a desparate defensive effort, the blade clacking loudly in a flurry of blows and counter blows.

 

"Well done Drenn." He grunted as he began to get the spar back under control, it was easy to be gracious when in reality the fight would have been over in seconds. Still, his student had done well and adapted when he had needed to and it had given him an advantage. Some of his final blows had come close, a real blade may well have even left a whole in the sleeve of his shirt, something that was not to be tolerated.

 

For the first time in the lesson Andar stepped up a level. The dedicated was too strong he he flet himself beginning to tire, age and a lack of regular practise was beginning to tell. It was only a lesson but he did have a certain reputation to maintain and in a lesson he always made it a point to win decisively in the end. It gave the students a realistic view of where their skill level was and how much improvement was still to go.

 

If the unthinkable happened and they ever were to fight with the white tower, he wanted his Asha'man to rely first on the one power rather than a blade. Many warders would cut even him apart and he wanted the students to learn how good they weren't in practise rather than for real.

 

He attacked in a realistic fashion for the first time, his blade lancing towards throat, chest and groin, Drenn's greater strength less useful in defence.

 

"Try and stay alive Drenn," He instructed, "now I'm attempting to kill you."

 

OOC: This is pretty badly written but I'm sure you won't mind too much.

 

Andar

Asha'man

OOC: Sorry about the delay. I've had major internet problems but hopefully that is fixed now. Andar is only of average height and build. He is not thin but relies more on speed than power. Note that he is not weak by any stretch but he is not a physical powerhouse.

 

IC:

Andar blocked and deflected all Drenn's attacks. The Dedicated was not bad, his technique was sound, he was just lacking some of the more advanced forms and some of his transitions were a little sloppy, which left some openings.

 

Andar began to probe at these weaknesses, never delivering a killing blow but using the attacks to highlight to Drenn where the weakness was. Each attack was slower than it should have been to give his student time to block the hole.

 

"Keep it up Drenn, keep trying to hit me when you get the chance."

 

Andar

Asha'man

The inn was only moderately busy this time of day. Andar was eating a late lunch, something he was doing more often while Niamh was away in Caemlyn with the twins. There were a few others here but no one he knew well so he was eating alone, hi didn't mind, he found that he was quite distant from most members of the Tower. While it wasn't something he encouraged, it didn't really bother him either. Some of his past roles at the tower, made him something of a figure to be feared, At least by those who remembered.

 

His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and a stream of light natural light flooded into the common room. He looked up and smiled when he saw that it was Covai. Another man followed after him, and Andar's smile left his face as he forgot about the greeting he was about to yell. It was a man he had hoped never to see again, a man he had hoped was dead.

 

He took a long swallow of his ale as the two men walked into the room, they glanced over at him. Covai flashed him a distracted smile and then spoke quickly to a serving girl. The other man, Zbynek didn't react to him. Whether he didn't recognize him or just chose to ignore him Andar didn't know.

 

Zbyn was a former runaway, a liar and a murderer. Once, in what almost seemed like another lifetime Andar had tracked him, and his friend Koras down and forced them to return to the farm to face trial. They had not been found as darkfriends, and he had not had enough proof to have them executed for murder, but he knew. After their long absence he had hoped they were dead. Zbynek obviously wasn't.

 

Covai and the returned asha'man left the common room and headed to the private quarters. Andar had hoped that Covai had matured enough to realize that Zbynek was not a good man but obviously that was not true. They had been chatting like old friends.

 

He finished his lunch, drained his tankard of ale and left, He had to find his notes of the hunt and trial. He wasn't sure how much Dalinar knew of those events and he wanted to be sure that the M'Hael knew what sort of man had returned. Maybe Zbynek had changed, who knew, but until that was proved Andar would watch him. He was a strong personality and many of the younger asha'man would be drawn to him he was sure.

 

Life at the farm had just become much more interesting.

 

OOC: Just thought I'd jump in a little and try to make my presence felt a little more. Zbyn, Covai, you can make of this what you will. IC'ly of course Andar is not a big fan of Zbyn and I just thought it may make your return a little more interesting. Welcome back too man. Nice to see another oldbie returning.

 

Andar

Asha'man

It was early, way too early. Andar had a busy day planned and therefore was forced to teach this weapons class much earlier than he would have liked. Getting up early made him grumpy, and he hadn't eaten yet either which didn't do anything to improve his mood.

 

Drenn arrived on time, which was good. The man looked positively ecstatic, no doubt he was one of the many newer ones at the farm who insisted on getting up before the sun. Andar shook his head at the mere thought. Only children or being on the combat trail could usually coax him out of bed early and these days that was the way he liked it. His early years with the Lancers had given him his fill of pre dawn starts.

 

"Good morning Andar." Drenn greeted him with a small bow. "Hello Drenn. You look way too cheerful for this time of the morning. Put a frown on that face will you." He replied with good humoured grumpiness.

 

"Lets get started shall we?" He rose and began some loosening up stretches as he spoke. "We will begin with practise blades until I can judge your skill. Do any warm ups you feel necessary."

 

Andar moved aside a little, giving Drenn room to move and began to run through some simple forms. Drenn began doing the same thing and they practised in silence for a few minutes.

 

Andar came to a stop and watched his student for a few seconds. He moved fluidly between the forms, it was obvious he had some natural talent, it would be up to Andar to hone that talent and see what he could make of it.

 

"Drenn!" He called sharply, "defend yourself." The other man looked up sharply and spun around, just in time to deflect Andar's thrust straight to the chest.

 

"See if you can hit me Dedicated.... The lesson has begun.

 

Andar

Asha'man

The M’Hael’s weave’s settled on him and he shivered, feeling his torn flesh close and his bones knit. An intense hunger settled on him as his body used up it’s reserves to heal itself. The feeling was not pleasant and he growled low in his throat as his knees threatened to buckle. Dali’s weaves faded and he pressed a small figurine into Andar’s hands.

 

Looking down and seeing what it was Andar’s eyes widened and he began to protest. "You are much stronger with the Power than I,"his friend and leader explained, "And I want that Tree to come down. Whatever is bloody going on, I want it dead and buried. It seems to be the nexus of this madness, so make it fall."

 

He nodded and shifted focus slightly to draw through the angreal. What Dalinar said next was lost to him as he was sucked into a whirling maelstrom of saidin. He drew to what he knew was his limit, but it just kept coming and coming. An exhilarated cry tore from his lips as he struggled to maintain his control. He wasn’t sure how strong the angreal was but he knew that he held more than he ever had before.

 

“Light!†he said to no one in particular, “I feel like I could take on the world.†He felt more than saw people move up alongside him and he turned his attention to the problem at hand. The tree seemed to be resisting all their efforts to destroy it, it was drawing strength from somewhere. He wove a complex weave, similar to delving for injury and probed at the living tree.

 

“Keep it off me, “ Andar ordered coldly, “I need to determine what makes this thing tick.†Around him shields were raised, blocking and deflecting the attacks of the tree, which as if sensing the danger had focused on him. He continued weaving and slowly, so slowly information began to trickle back to him. It was drawing energy from the earth. To destroy it they would need to cut it off entirely. But how, delicate weaves were not his forte, large bangs were more his style.

 

“We need to cut it off from the earth. It draws its power from there.†He let the probe fade and lashed out with a new weave. Earth and fire, tinged with spirit. The ground shook and began to buckle under the traitors tree, explosions tore the ground as he shattered root after root. The tree screamed, from where he couldn’t tell. It thrust branches deep into the ground, forming new roots, spreading them as wide as it could, growing with startling speed.

 

“LIFT IT!!!†Andar screamed loudly into the coming dawn. “BURN IT! KILL IT!!†All around him other mens weaves sprang towards the tree. He concentrated on killing the roots, his explosions grew larger tearing more and more of the life giving roots from the tree. Rocks and large clumps of dirt were flung at high speed towards him, but those shielding him held firm, as the traitors tree screamed loudly.

 

Wrapping a large weave of air around the trunk he added his strength to those trying to uproot the deadly plant. He sent more explosions into the earth at the base of the tree, ripping and loosening the earth, allowing the tree to be ever so slowly drawn into the air. It’s branches flailed and shook, reaching for the ground that kept it alive.

 

“Cut the branches, don’t allow it to touch the ground. BURN THIS LIGHT FORSAKEN THING NOW!!†He yelled to the men of the Black Tower as he began to weave a blazing firestorm that quickly took hold on the tree. Explosions and flame ripped into the abomination and it screams shifted and became wails as it began to die. He threw more and more saidin into it, his strength almost tapped out and with loud cracks flaming branches began to break from the tree and fall dead to the broken earth.

 

All sense of time passed, he had no idea how long the battle raged, but eventually the screaming stopped and the tree’s movements began to slow. It was finally dieing. Andar never saw the final moments of the tree, his limit was reached before that time and saidin fled from his grasp as he collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

 

His stomach emptied and he groaned, the angreal slipping from his fingers as awareness fled from him.

 

Andar

Asha’man

The Black Tower had gone mad, all around him saidin was being wielded in massive amounts. Andar wandered the grounds of the tower. On several occasions he was accosted by living trees or even buildings. They were gone now, but he had been wounded several more times and was not in a good way.

 

Eventually he came to the training ground. It was like hell on earth. Most of the tower had gathered there and a battle was raging. The enemy was the traitors tree. It had come to life and around it lay several black coated bodies, slain by the tree or the animated heads of their former brothers.

 

Andar staggered over towards the group. His left arm, badly broken swung obsenely as he walked, the pain from it starting to threaten his hold on the one power. Dali was there, as were the newly returned Skechid, and several others of his friends. At least they were still alive.

 

"What goes on here Dali?" He managed to gasp out.

"Has the world gone mad. I was nearly killed by my rose bush, and I was forced to blow up my house. I really bloody liked that house.."

 

Andar

Asha'man

It was a peaceful scene, a dark bedroom, lit only by a moonbeam that had pierced a gap in thick curtains. A large bed sat against one wall, the centerpiece of the room. Illuminated by the moon was a mound in the middle of the bed. Soft snores rose from the mound and it moved and rolled.

 

The mound, it’s name was Andar was dreaming. It was a good dream, full of puppies, kittens, and Niamh and the Twins of course. If anyone had been awake to hear it they would have heard a scuffling, scraping noise. Like rats, or very, very large roaches. Of course it wasn’t either of these things, Sitting on a side table of the room was a small rose bush in a pot. It was small now but rapidly growing. Sharply thorned tendrils were creeping their way across the room towards the sleeping Asha’man.

 

Andar’s dream was interrupted a few moments later by a hot pain in his leg. Waking quickly with a loud cry, he sat up in bed and scanned the dimly lit room. Squeezing pain hit his wrist and seared up his leg. A large mass of flailing tendrils was quickly filling the room and Andar acted.

 

Saidin roared inside him and he lashed out with fire, severing the thorny vines wrapped around his leg and wrist. Diving from the bed he lobbed a globe of light and gasped in horror as the full scene was revealed. Nia’s prized rose plant had grown to enormous size, and was still growing. Long, sharply thorned tendrils whipped around the room, all covered in fully blooming red flowers. “Blood and ashes!!†he swore as he dived to avoid a vine that slashed, twisting and tangling, growing all the time, towards his throat.

 

His torn leg, still wrapped in a now dead vine, nearly collapsed as he came to his feet and firey blade now in his hand. As fast as he cut, another vine lashed at him, many scoring slashing blows on his near naked body, each burning like a small fire. The vicious plant near filled the room now, billowing and surrounding him, boxing him in and still closing. More and more vines were reaching him now and a tendril of panic threatened the calm of the void.

 

“Die light damn you die!!†Fire and air mixed into an explosive weave just as a sly tendril lanced into his unprotected belly. Andar screamed and the weave went off. The room exploded into flame, the walls standing for a second and then exploding outwards under the full strength of the Asha’mans power. He had a fraction of a second to throw up shields and only just managed. As it was he was launched high into the air and thrown clear of the inferno that had been his house. He landed hard and a loud snap was accompanied by a screaming pain in his left arm and shoulder.

 

A horrible keening wail seemed to come from the burning rose bush as it died, flaming vines flailing through the air, still trying to reach their target but falling short as they burned. Andar lay trying to breath in short shallow breaths, everything hurt. His torn leg and wrist, the sharp stabbing pain in his belly, his scorched skin and what seemed to be a badly broken arm. Staggering to his feet, hair smouldering and stinking he stood and watched the plant burn, reveling in it’s death screams.

 

It was then that the rest of the farm started to register to him. From everywhere there came yells and screams. Saidin was being used in massive amounts. Andar grasped at the void, pushing pain aside as he grasped saidin tight. With a staggering gait he turned from his burning house and tried to find someone else. A bloody rose vine still wrapped around his ankle, topped off with a beautiful blooming flower. What in the light was going on.

 

Andar

Asha'man

Brand's first attack was an easily blocked straight thrust. The Dedicated reacted well though and sprang back into a defensive stance, his curved blade leveled in front of him. They circled a few times, Andar sent in probing attacks to test his opponents tecnique and speed. Brand was sound but a little uninspired, He turned the basic attacks easily but a few weaknesses were exposed. He was telegraphing a few attacks and falling into some readable and thus predictable patterns. He had good speed though and a good understanding of his chosen weapon.

 

Grinning at his opponent Andar chuckled, "Are you ready Brand? I'm going to kill you now..".

Well I'm Andar

Asha'man now, ex Storm Leader.

Weapon Master of the BT

Healer

Inquisitor of the BT

oh yeah and I'm also

Owner of Reg/Norm and

Dm's answer to Steve Irwin.

 

In another life somewhere I'm

Abe and I'm in the Royal Australian Air Force.

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PostPosted: 28 Mar 2006 12:31 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: I'm pretty sure this and the elemental manipulation are it for me and then i'm done. you'd have to check with Ben though to be sure. either way, both are nearly done so...

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PostPosted: 04 Nov 2005 08:12 pm Post subject: Dedicated Training RP: Weapons Training Reply with quote

OOC: Waited long enough for this class to start, let's get it on the road too.

 

Dedicated Training RP: Weapons Training

 

The sun was piercingly bright this morning, as it reflected off fresh snow that covered the Tower grounds and buildings. It seemed as if there were no shadows, almost, with light being cast into even the darkest corners of the Farm from the cotton white fluffy snowfall.

 

It was good weather, if a little cold, for a weapons class, and Dalinar set out from his chambers in the central building of the small town that was his home.

 

He carried his black coat with him today, though he knew he would soon likely be too warm to really need it, but for now it kept the chill away. He also carried his white-wood quarterstaff - hard but light, capped at either end by some Power-tempered substance that Ragnar had created for him, and bound in the middle with dark blue stained leather - and Tower's Honour. That last was unusual, something that he usually kept for ceremonial displays, but today, for this class, the blade that the Tower had sworn fealty to the Dragon on might be appropriate - even if he still didn't really know how to use it. He carried some other sundry items with him, though nothing of particular note.

 

He found his way to an empty training area, carefully rested Tower's Honour and his staff against a weapons rack, and folded his arms waiting for his students to arrive.

 

Dalinarius Traachanshield,

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PostPosted: 07 Nov 2005 02:31 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

If Isha could whistle, he would have whistled as he nearly skipped over to where the M’Hael was holding a weapons class. One thing the giant Dedicated loved most was weapons training and using his heavy broadsword. The blade had been passed down through generations of Talcontars and the extravagant- yet gruesomely carved- hilt spoke of wealth that Isha had never actually experienced.

 

The youngest Talcontar now kept the sword in perfect condition and practiced the few forms he knew everyday to improve his skills. Even though his most powerful weapon by far was not the sword, needed the red-hot reminder of his father’s death and the reason he now wore the black of the Black Tower to keep from forgetting.

 

M’Hael Dalinar stood waiting in the yard for him and the other Dedicated and Isha gave a crisp salute in greeting along with a grin which he hoped the M’Hael- who he hadn’t ever seen much- didn’t take it for the sneer that the long scar running down his face from ear to mouth tried to give.

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PostPosted: 06 Dec 2005 01:18 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: Yay! officially dedicated. now i get to play with the big boys. Cool

 

IC:

Drenn woke earlier then usual that morning from troubled sleep. not due to nightmares or other frights but do to excitement. He had seen Isha last night and even the great scar running down his face could not make that smile look a sneer. Drenn shared his feelings towards sword training. He had accepted the power as part of him, even what it would eventually do to him, but it was somewhat difficult to shake off an entire lifes worth of anti-male channeler thoughts being ingrained into him. He was somewhat more comfortable with his sword, especially since his father had been in the military. Now he would get an oppertunity to expand on what he already knew with regards to melee weaponry.

 

After his ritual morning exercise and a quick breakfast Drenn headed over to where they were supposed to meet for their lesson. Enjoying the footprints he left in the soft snow Drenn looked around him. His mood dampened somewhat by the completely white snow covered, Black Tower. It caused his thoughts to dwell on the white tower and what the Aes Sedai would likely do to them if they ever discovered the location of their home. He was ripped away from his thoughts and almost lost the void, which he'd held to keep the cold at bay, when he saw the Massive shape of Isha moving throughout the yard. a mere few inches to his movements and he would have been skipping. Drenn couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the obviously overjoyed Shienaran.

 

Stopping before the M'Hael he saluted in the Andoran manner just after Isha and waited for whatever would come next. He watched Isha who seemed to baely be restraining from bouncing on his toes. Drenn had to admit he was just as excited as his fingered itched to hold the blade hanging on his back.

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PostPosted: 13 Dec 2005 09:56 am Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC:

*bump*

 

just kinda hoping to continue this as i'm sure Estel/Isha is aswell. Very Happy and now that hes a dedicated, Rion should be able to join this. that should be quite interesting.

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PostPosted: 19 Dec 2005 02:49 am Post subject: Reply with quote

Brand sliped down the stairs of the dedicateds barracks with his coat hanging open to expose a unlaced shirt. He held his scabered falchion in one hand and a hunk of bread in the other. Opening the door, the light forced him to shield his eyes. Pausing for a moment to close the door and peer about to see who was out, he finnished inhailing the bread. Licking the crums of his lips, he strode out towards the meating place. Shivering, he made to lace up his shirt and close his coat, but in the momentary lax in attention, he sliped on a patch of ice covered up by the fresh snow. Cursing, he picked himself up and tried to shake off as much of the snow as he could. Pulling on Saidin, he was emidiatly blasted with the overpowering flow of bilge. Weaving a simple flow of air and fire, he melted a path to the were Isha, Drenn and Dali were standing.

 

Making his way with the path was much easier and he made it to were the rest were standing with out disgraission himself again.

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PostPosted: 10 Jan 2006 09:56 am Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post

OOC: Dali asked me (some time ago I might add, bloody hotmail) to take over this class for him. So I'll continue it for you shall I. I'm not sure if those of you who have been promoted still need this class, so if you don't wish to continue it just say so. Of course, if you wish to do the class anyway please feel free.

 

IC:

 

The dispatch had only just arrived by pidgeon from one of Skechids sources, with his friend, the BT's spymaster away on some mission or another Andar had been recieving and processing the messages as they came in. This one was marked URGENT and after a quick glance at it's contents he knew that Dali had to see it straight away. The M'Hael of the Black Tower was currently in the midst of a weapons class, this message would probably draw him out of it so Andar grabbed his sword and practise blade from his quarters on the way to deliver the message.

 

He soon found his friend out in front of a small group of students in a cleared area of the training ground. Some soldiers had probably cleared the snow as some form of penance, which was good. Weapons work really did require a clear area. Crossing the ground quickly he waited until Dali stopped talking and then he interrupted, stepping up next to the other man as he did.

 

"Excuse me M'Hael, gentlemen. I have something here you really need to see Dali. He handed the letter over the the leader of the tower and his friend read it quickly.

 

"I have to deal with this Andar, can you continue the class for me?" Dali asked quietly. Smiling at his friend Andar nodded and held his blade up.

 

"I figured as much, where are they up to?" Dalinar gave him a quick rundown of the class and then turned to the students.

 

"I'm sorry gentlemen, I have some Urgent matters to attend to. Asha'man Andar will be continuing this class. Till later then." With that he gathered his things and quickly sped of through the snowy grounds of the farm to his office.

 

Doffing his black coat, Andar place his sword to one side and moved to the front of the class. "Ok men, I'm sorry for that interruption. First off will be light sparring to warm up. Pair up please, practise blades only. We don't want any blood if we can avoid it. Not yet anyway!" This last was said with an evil grin as the students began to pair up and face off for some sparring.

 

OOC: Ok, pair up and do some light sparring for a post or two. If there aren't enough people to go around I will spar with someone.

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PostPosted: 10 Jan 2006 08:47 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

Dalinar quickly scanned the script on the page as he unfolded the small bit or parchment carefully. Carrier pigeons were useful, he supposed, but he was skeptical about their reliability.

 

He smiled gratefully to Andar, gave him a quick salute, gathered up his belongings and quickly trekked off back towards his office.

 

He hoped there was a pigeon ready for flight quickly, so he could return to continue with the class without too much delay.

 

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PostPosted: 11 Jan 2006 12:14 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

ooc: Yay, back to slaying again

 

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Brand shifted side to side and smilled, he worked the blade better then any thing else and he was jumping to get into sparring. Looking quickly around he tried to spot Drenn, his normal partner, but in his search for his friend he bumbed into another dedicated. The man spun around and Brand growned, the man hated him and at every chance he could get, the dedicated always tried to get back.

 

Smilling, Brand made to move around him, but the man halted him with a practise blade. "Come now Brand, chickening out of a fight?" Brow furrowing Brand nodded and went to get his training sword. A heavy wooden scimmitar was his favorite weapon. Turning back, a space was being cleared for the training and the rest of the dedicateds starting to break up.

 

Addopting a hight stance, with his scimmitar above his head resting on his opposit arm, he relaxed and swayed slowly. Komar stode in front of him, sword in front of him at waist level. Brands stance left him compleatly undefended, but that what he wanted. Komar lunging forward at Brand's open spot brought him sweeping to his side and his scimmitar came flashing down and smacked the man head with the flat of his blade.

 

Wheeling around Komar cluched his head and let out a slow moan. Chucking Brand slide back into his stance.

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PostPosted: 26 Jan 2006 05:53 am Post subject: Reply with quote

ooc: damnit...I keep forgetting about thes threads...I'm here...I'll give Drenn a nudge too...btw...Andar...we only learn the basic and intermediate Forms, right? not the advanced?

 

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Isha grinned at Drenn. He waited for Drenn to move as he held Lion on the Hill, waiting for Drenn to make the first move. When Drenn made no move, Isha began with the Kingfisher Take the Silverback before moving into Arc of the Moon.

 

"Come on Drenn! Let's kick this up a notch!" Isha said, half-laughing as the Courtier Taps his Fan came crashng down hoping to force its way to Drenn's head despite the man's arm trying to hold it back.

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PostPosted: 28 Jan 2006 08:20 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

OOC: Andar can correct me if I'm wrong, but he tends to run the lessons in a way which is, perhaps... a little less structured than the sword forms might suggest.

 

We try to do it this way because otherwise potentially a player could learn the same forms a few times over in the Tower, in the Warders, in the Band, in the CotL, etc.

 

Using forms is fine, but I'd encourage you to be descriptive about how your character is fighting as well. I like descriptions of movement, personally, because my eyes gloss over the forms because I'm not well versed in them and can't visualise them as well as I can when I get a physical description of what is going on.

 

In summary, I wouldn't stress too much about which forms you're allowed in this class, as Andar probably won't either Wink

 

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OOC: Yeah, what Dali said. Writing a post with forms is fine, I don't do it though basically because it makes writing and reading the post kinda boring IMHO. If thats how you feel comfortable doing it though thats ok with me. Very Happy

 

Keep sparring for a bit. I'm feeling seriously uninspired right now (probably due to my hangover) I'll move the lesson along a little over the next day or so.

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OOC: sorry. one of the many other things i've fallen behind on since my computer failed me. but its fixed now! so i'm back. Unfortunatly, I work 4-10 most nights of the week and go to school full time so i'm gonna be much more infrequent then usual.

 

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Drenn and Isha circled one another slowly. Feet moving purposefully through a dance, designed to lead men to their deaths or the deaths of others. None would die today but Drenn didn't want to be left with large lumps and bruises either. Isha had taught him most of what he currently knew about the sword and it was hardly all of what the larger man knew. Drenn wasn't sure how to engage his opponent as they were far from evenly matched, so he decided to simply continue with the footwork. Suddenly Ishas blade lept towards him in violent and deadly arcs which Drenn barely reflected as he lept back. He was faster then Isha, but he didn't have the strength to match him. He was closer to it then most others but he was still off enough to lose an edge.

 

"Come on Drenn! Let's kick this up a notch!" Without waiting Isha lunged again. This time coming from above. Drenn could see it coming and brought his sword up to bear though it mattered little. Isha's sword struck his with enough force to nearly bring Drenn to his knees. Now in a half crouch from the blow Drenn fought back with enough force to push Isha's blade away and begin an assault of his own. He didn't know enough about the forms to make them practical in this situation so he merealy stuck with instinct and whatever came naturally.

 

He began with a downward, diagonal slash across his chest and came back with a crossing slash at his gut. Both attacks were diflected but the second one seemed to have been closer. He bounced back again with a simple thrust to Isha's stomach and when it was deflected he took the momentum to swing around and bring a full forced slash to his other side. Without pause he continued with an upper cut which he flipped about at it's apex to bring down as Isha had done to him mere moments ago.

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PostPosted: 08 Mar 2006 08:05 am Post subject: Reply with quote

ooc: Hey how is this class doing, looks like it has died out a bit, Andar, you want to pick it back up?

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The dedicated sparred amongst themselves for some time, while Andar watched all their varied tecniques. Trying to pick out their flaws so that he could correct them all individually. After a good 20 minutes he had seen enough and he called his students to a halt.

 

"Ok gentlemen! That is enough for now. Take a seat and I will spar with all of you individually."

 

They moved as a group over against a wall and sat down leaning up against it. Andar took up his own practice blade and ran through some quick stretches and brief forms to warm up.

 

He finished his warmup and turned back to the students.

 

"OK, who's first? Brand, I think you can have the first turn. Front and center dedicated, lets see what you've got." He taunted with a broad grin as Brand got up and moved to the middle of the training area across from him.

 

"When you're ready."

 

OOC: I know, I'm bad and a crappy teacher. Sorry all, this is waaaaayyyyyyy overdue. Brand, I think you need this class for ashy so you can go first. I think you're probably the only one still left in the class anyway. Drenn, Isha, If I'm wrong and you two still want to do the class just let me know.

 

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PostPosted: 27 Mar 2006 12:29 am Post subject: Reply with quote

Ooc: Well once this and the other dedicated classes are done, I just have advance Saidin left until I can get ashy...

 

IC: Brand smiled back at Andar and adopted a low stance. He was going to need more then speed against the Asha'man. "When you're ready." Brand nodded. "With pleasure Asha'man Andar." And no sooner had he finished speaking that he sprang forward, blade head strait for the heart. Andar seemed not to care as he brought his sword up and completely blocked Brand attack. Springing back and leveling his scimitar in front of him, Brand waited calmly for the attack.

 

ooc: gah shorty post, sorry, im just kinda out of inspiration when it comes to physical combat... BTW Brand's fighting style is a mix of Arabic and Samurai.

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