Another male channeler? If you decide to have him be able to learn, we could have Jidar teach you. Or guide you a bit, since Jidar doesn't really know enough to teach things.

I've been meaning to ask, James. How many Royalty do we have? I've only seen the Queen of Saldaea.

And hello, Taei, welcome to the Freelanders. I am the first and only Male Wilder, and the only fully independent channeller, of the Freelanders. It may be a bulky title, but I love it all the same. :D

What type character are you thinking of having?

And yes, James, you are a lazy gimp.

Maldrin elbowed Hard Breather in the forehead as he began standing up, effectivly knocking him out, and looked over at Mors. "Blood and bloody ashes, Mors, are you trying to get us kicked out? Have you never been into a bloody tavern fight before? There are just some things you don't do. And using a flaming fork is one of them." He sighed in exasperation. There went the fun. He looked over to Sana, who was still fighting. Maldrin knew Sana would win, he'd seen him practice, but Maldrin wasn't in a waiting mood. He walked up behind the last guy and knocked him out with a swift blow to the head.

"Come on, we're leaving." Heading for the door without paying any mind to Sana and Mors, he stopped by the guy Mors had taken out. He shook his head, and threw some coins by him. "That should be enough to see a healer. Sorry about Mors, Tal, didn't think he'd be so... enthusiastic. You better wash that wound. Never know where that bloody fork's been." As Maldrin patted Tal on the back, he looked over to the other three slumped bodies. "And tell the guys that was fun. I'll get you guys a round of ale sometime." With that, Maldrin left. Looking up at the sky, he noticed that it'd been around two hours since they entered.

OOC: Hope you don't mind my ending Sana's fight. Now then, time for you guys to start a fight with Maldrin.

Now that sounds very interesting. I'd like to have that right after the breaking era.

Maldrin tasted blood in his mouth. The two men he'd attacked wanted a piece of him, but luckily for Maldrin they'd been hampered by his initial attack. Number Four's eye was already starting to close up, and the other was having trouble breathing. They'd gotten a few good hits in though, he could feel his cheek starting to swell and he couldn't breathe through his nose.

Spitting blood into One Eye's face, Maldrin kicked him in the kneecap, then spun around and backhanded Hard Breather as he tried to sneak up behind him. He began grinning, ignoring the sting from a cut lip, and knocked Hard Breather to the floor with a kick to his stomach. He turned around to check on One Eye just in time to take a punch to the eye.

What a great idea. I say we brainstorm ideas for it.

How about the sun turns into a huge disco ball? And lava lamps start attacking people.

Hmm... We should have a Bubble of Groovy. I think that'd be... well, groovy.

Maldrin looked around the tavern. Let's see... We got a table of four on the way to the door. One of them would be easy to take out, two would be a challenge, and the fourth looks like he's looking for a fight. Perfect. We should be able to take them. And if not, there's another story for Rodrik. He thought, deciding how he'd start the fight. "Yeah, let's head out of here. Doesn't look like any of these guys would be much fun. Too easy." He said as they stood, and then winked at a barmaid he knew. As they walked towards the door and passed by the table with his chosen victims, he pushed Mors into Rough Number Four.

Before anyone could react, Maldrin got into Rough Number Four's face. "You don't bump into my friends, you bloody goat kissing codswallop!" And before he could react to that, Maldrin punched him in the face, then kicked his closest friend in the stomach. By that time everyone had recovered and Maldrin got a knee to his stomach.

Jidar had long lost the Oneness, and was at the moment bolstering his tired body with adrenaline from the myriad of emotions floating through his body. Hatred at these dead abominations currently trying to kill him. Anger at his bad luck that he'd gotten a free day from training for the fair. Despair at the impending death. And irritation at the woman currently behind him, hysteric and not a bit of help. Then some lightning flashed, and he saw people gathered around a wagon that was being attacked by the corpses.

That's our best chance. Jidar thought, as he absently swiped the head off a corpse that had been trying to grab him. We need to cut a path through them and head for it. And that was when his luck changed.

A lance of lightning shot down into the mass of dead, and opened a hole in it between Jidar and the wagon. Reacting quickly, he grabbed the woman and cut an opening to the hole before it could close and rushed for the wagon, ignoring the tingle from the electric currents still in the air and slicing down any of the undead in his path until he reached the wagon and led the woman beyond the line of fighters to catch his breath.

Thank the Light. That was the kind of thing I wish I could do with the bloody power. After regaining his breath, he looked around and saw that they were almost to the undead were pushing the fighters to the wagon. Time to fight again. He thought as thunder roared through the wagon, almost drowning out the sounds of the dying and dead. Jidar rushed back into battle, sword slicing through the bodies of the dead.

Maldrin took a swig from his ale. "Yeah, they got good stuff. Did I tell you, or did I tell you? Know what you mean though. Fifty laps around the yard, then swordforms, then a spar against Talyn to show how I still need improvement. And to think, I used to laugh at the trainees back when I was a stable lad. Well, either laugh or make off with practice swords. Ah, great, breakfast. They have the best fish here, believe you me. They ship it in every morning fresh. Well, at least one can only hope." Grinning at barmaid, he thanked her and gave her a few coins.

Maldrin focused on the plate in front of him, ignoring his two companions for the duration of the meal, and spitting out some bones here and there. When he finished, he washed it down with the last of his ale and burped. "Blood and ashes, that's good fish. How'd you two like yours?"

OOC: Ok, try to keep us in the tavern, and prepare for a good ol' brawl.

Maldrin began laughing as Sana joined them, slapping his back goodnaturedly. "The foods decent enough for a noble, and the entertainment is good too. I'll order, I know what's good." He led them to a table at the corner and gestured to one of the barmaids. "The lads and I'll have ale, put the special brew in mine, and we'll have the fish." He passed a few coins her way and leaned back on his chair comfortably.

"So, Sana, anything new? Haven't seen you in bit. Been waking up early, have you?" He grinned engagingly at Sana. "I tell you about the time, a couple weeks ago, that I ended up in the White Tower for Healing? Got into a bit of a brawl with a guy while I was tipsy. I was pretty sure I could've taken him, but turned out he had a couple of friends. I broke a few of their bones. But unfortunatly, they broke more than a few of mine." He sighed and shook his head, then grinned. "But you should have seen the goat kissers. Topped me by a head, and more muscle than a blacksmith." If there was something Maldrin liked more than fights, it was making stuff up.

"Uh... I was supposed to begin practice... but I suppose breaking my fast first should be fine..."

"That's the spirit! It's a bit of a walk, but it'll work up a good appetite, eh?" Maldrin said, keeping his arm around Mors so he couldn't get away. He's taken the bait. Now to just reel him in. Maldrin thought gloatingly, controlling the urge to smirk. He led Mors through a myriad of streets and alleys, distracting him with comradely conversation about training, people they both knew at the Yards, and other things to keep Mors from paying much attention to the surroundings.

Finally, they strode up to a rundown looking tavern in a fairly dirty street. There was only a old sign that hadn't fared well against the elements and could only be seen what appeared to be a dress. The Sailor's Bride, a mildly rough bar with a death total of zero but an injury rating through the roof. And also some decent food and drink.

"Ah, here we are. She may not look like much, but trust me, the food is fantastic. The closest kept secret in Tar Valon. I only found out about it by chance, and I've been coming back ever since." Maldrin grinned, lying unabashedly, and guided Mors into the busy tavern. It may be morning, but the Sailor's Bride always had a large clientale, so long as the ships weren't out. He looked over at Mors and stifled a laugh at the expression on his face.

Maldrin was bored. Not the boredom of needing something to do, but the bored of finding something to do and it being even more boring than the boredom of doing nothing. And Maldrin had only one cure for that. A drink and a fight. He imagined he'd be able to find another cure if he concentrated. But why would he want to do that?

There was really only one problem. Ever since he'd ended up in a room in the White Tower from what he could only surmise as being on the wrong side of a tavern brawl, he'd been a bit... Not scared, but just a little nervous, of going out barhopping alone. Which meant he needed to convince someone to come with him.

Maybe Sana? He was a pretty good guy. Not interested in fights, but Maldrin was sure he could change such an abberation with time. Good drinking companion, though. Or Rodrik? There was a guy keen on fights, and good drink. Knew how to handle himself in hells too.

No, Maldrin was in the mood to bring someone new out for a good brawl. He thought that'd be pretty funny. Maybe convince them the drink and food is great, then take them down to one of the rougher places in the docks, see them react to that for a second, then get into a fight. Yes, he liked that idea very much. Now he just needed a victim.

And there he was. Maldrin had seen him around the yard a few times. He believed the guy's name was Mors. Maldrin had always avoided him, the rather arrogant expression on his face had always bothered Maldrin. Maybe a good brawl would loosen him up?

Walking up, he put on his best smile and put an arm around Mors' shoulder. Tall guy, isn't he? "Hey there, friend. I was just thinking of heading on into the City and getting something to eat. I'll show you a great place. The food is heavenly and the drink is better than ripe plums. Come on, you'll see what I mean. It's superb." He began guiding Mors towards the City without waiting for an answer.

Lure? Yeah, I can lure. Well, I'm ready whenever you are. Just say when you get it up.

And that's where Maldrin comes in. You can always rely on him when it comes to trouble. I'll get you mixed in it somehow. You want to have us go drinking together, or meet up in the tavern?

Now that sounds fun.

Well, this is Zyg's thing, so it should probably have him at the first part. Unless he doesn't mind, then I'm for getting into a fight about a tavern brawl.

We seem to get caught up into these conflicts a lot. Well, I suppose twice isn't really a lot.

Blood and bloody ashes! Just his luck. An angry Aes Sedai comes up right when he loses control of his lucky coin. Maldrin put on his best apoligetic smile and flicked his eyes to and fro, trying to find anything to get him out of this new predicament. "I'm deeply sorry, Aes Sedai. It's just that this is a very important coin to me. My mother gave it to me when I set off for Tar Valon, along with other monies to ensure my travels went smoothly. I kept this one because it's of Tar Valon's make, and it reminds me of my mother's smile. It would devestate me were I to lose it, which was why I chased after it without thinking." Maldrin put on a slightly sad and homesick face, mixed with earnest sincerity, while inwardly wincing. That was the worst story he'd ever come up with. He supposed that encountering an Aes Sedai unexpectedly had just shaken him up too much.

No no, he's just pining for the fjords!

Jidar might join up after awhile. I am planning on him making a journey to improve his swordsmanship, and a mercenary company seems as good a place as any.

I can always get into a fight with someone. Count me in. No ideas though.

Mingle with Novices? That's the reason Maldrin's a trainee. Well, maybe not, but it's a plus. Count me in.

Maldrin wiped some sweat from his face and sighed. He just finished running, and now he had to go to the Armory to help with the billows. Maybe. Talyn had made him promise to run the laps, but he'd managed to be vague about that part of the deal.

Maldrin took his lucky coin from his pocket and started absently flipping it in the air, thinking about the best way to shorten his time at the billows, or better yet not do it at all, and avoiding any trouble.

It all relied on how much Talyn had told Loari. If he told her everything, then he wouldn't be able to avoid anything. But if he'd left out how much time she was to keep Maldrin, than he could get out maybe an hour early. That should give him enough time for some mischief.

That decided, Maldrin headed for the Armory, practicing with his lucky coin. He'd called it right about forty times out of forty-nine flips when he missed it and it went rolling off down the path. He went chasing after it, cursing softly under his breath.

Wise Ones, eh? That sounds interesting. Either Tear or Cairhien is fine with me.

Anywhere. Don't really care where. Well, certainly not towards Tar Valon.