Taei! *huggles* I'm good, and how are you?

I'm okay. Got some sort of bug yesterday, though, so I feel like crap. Gotta love that. >.<

Taei, hope you start feeling better.

Nurit! *hugs*

Hello Raeyn, yes children tend to eat at the brain quite often. Mine do regularly.

And Elgee,

I'm not sure about coming to play again. I've been working on a book for a while now and I'm afraid to split my muse. She gets all pouty when I do that. LOL

Shan! *pounces* How you been?

Taei! *huggles* I'm good, and how are you?

Hey Shan! I'm around, but not with a WT character. Just the Warders for me.. :)

Nice to see you alive!

~Andrea

Hello Andrea! You knew I was alive. You have seen me on FB. *winks* Seems like married life has gotten to you. LOL

Well, I see a few names I recognize, but not many. Raeyn, Claire, Jaydena, Serena, Matalina. How is everyone and how goes it in the WT?

Shaneevae Sedai

Still a Brown at Heart!

I just realized that a thread I did long ago with Rayne was very much in the Thelma and Louise vein.  Lads, Light and the Simple Life.

But I'd so be up for another Thelma and Louise adventure, Arette. *pokes*

And folks, if I've missed you or overlooked your thread, please point it out to me.  Send me a PM and nudge me with the link.  I won't be offended in the least and don't expect the same caliber as our well missed James. ;)

Heck, if you want to, you can give me a heads up now. ;D

Bless you! You just take it easy and don't worry about anything.  Your health and the health of you baby are what's most important.  If you want me to step things up with what I'm doing just let me know. *hugs*

More about people as individuals outside of DM.

And number 1 is I want RP recommendations!!!!! ;D

Rather than Ajah specific why not something White Tower specific. Because when you have a smaller ajah it leaves all the work on just a couple of people and that can be disheartening.  I'm leaning toward something like a competition or even a celebration.  I suppose the competition could be IC or OOC.  Sometimes celebration RPs going very well as long as novices, accepted and trainees are involved.

Anyone remember the RP idea Rayne had back a couple of years ago where each person was allotted an hour of the day in the spirit of the show "24"?  Like 6:00 am to 7:00 am is Shaneevae's slot, she passes, comes in contact with or is seen doing something by the person with the next slot?

As far as what to give the Ajah heads to entice them? I don't know.  Perks are nice for those that have stuck around and are active, but my opinion is that if someone is not interested they just aren't interested and no amount of perks will get them to do any differently.  Know what I mean?

Frustration had become her constant companion. He’d yet to touch her with any passion since her arrival.  Oh there was a peck here, a swat on the bottom there and cuddling when time allowed for it, but no passion. He had thoroughly rejected any attempt she’d made at seducing him, which included almost every trick she could think of from leaving her bath with no robe, strolling naked through the house, to wiggling her bottom provocatively against him as he cuddled against her back in the morning. If something did not give soon she feared she would spontaneously combust into dozens upon dozens of little pieces he could simply sweep out with a broom, fastidious fellow that he was, her opposite in fact.

Lying on her side, she stared at him. Her teeth clenched and her eyes narrowed. Angry. She was angry that he had ignored the very tangible need she had. Bloody ashes, it had to be tangible. She knew he could smell strong emotions and if he hadn’t smelled the powerful lust she was exuding from each and every pore of her body then something was bloody well wrong with his nose. If angry stares had power, she would have bore a hole right through his skull at that moment.  He slept and as usual sleep eluded her like….well like he eluded her.  It was all bloody well frustrating.

When he pulled her into the dream an hour later, she glared at him, her arms crossed beneath her breasts and her foot tapping. Shooting her a perplexed look, she rolled her eyes to the sky and huffed, “Let’s do get on with this so that I can get back to sleep.”

Grabbing his hand she refused to meet his gaze and within seconds of the touch, the world shifted about them settling on a snow covered mountain the wind ferocious against their faces.

“Is this where you intended for us to go?”

“Well, no, of course not. Let me try again," she said irritably.  Exhaling sharply, the word once again began to shift in that discomforting way as if it were spinning way too fast and you just held on until it stopped. And stop it did, right in the middle of a pond. The stream of curses that erupted from her mouth could have made the most hardened soldier blush.

“Don’t ask!”  She growled grabbing his hand and sending their world spinning about their heads once again.  This time as the blessed Creator had granted they ended up where she had intended, a deserted well beyond town where she’d imagined a family had once lived. There was no house, but why else would a well be out in the middle of nowhere.

“This,” she said with emphasis is where we were supposed to end up the first time. “See.” She said curtly grabbing his hand and tilting the dream on edge again. The blacksmith. She didn’t know why she’d gained a sudden fascination with such places……well she did, but she chose not to think of it.

“And yes, this was a purpose. Now one more and I can be done with this for the night.” Her frustration was palpable, but her focus to get this done and over with was incredibly attune. Anyone else would have thrown up with the rapidly changing scenery, but not Franklin, no. He was forever calm and unmoving even when she’d moved him back to the very spot where they’d spent an afternoon watching a doe and her fawn.

Looking as him expectantly, he nodded in quiet approval. “Can we go home now?”

Shaneevae

Frustrated Aes Sedai

There was entirely too much stimulation going on in this tent and she did not know exactly where to direct her attention. Cor, it seemed had no difficulty in where to direct his eyes.  If she’d been food he would have already inhaled her in one large, mouthwatering gulp.  He seemed especially intent upon her bosom and if she did not know better she would have thought he’d never seen breasts before. It was discomforting and all together titillating to be studied so thoroughly and he was doing a thorough job of devouring her with his startling blue eyes. 

Well, two could play at that game. She could devour and appreciate with the best of them, she thought as she allowed her gaze to drift from his face and follow the broad expanse of his sun darkened shoulders, the swell of his chest dipping to a taut abdomen. Long muscled legs and thighs that could crush a walnut caught her attention next and when her sight shifted to a more intimate place, she subconsciously licked her lips before shifting her attention back to his eyes.

Those pale eyes held amusement, she smiled seductively, her own heavy lidded and her pupils dilating with sparked desire. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was the heat, but she was feeling light headed…..and sticky.  This was a miserable way to get clean.  Why would anyone prefer this over a hot bath or a cool dip in a creek….although the latter sounded much more enticing at current.  It was hard to take a full breath with the air so humid and thick.

Shaneevae watched as Cor used some sort of device to scrape the sweat and grim from his body. Picking up a spare one, she turned it over in her hands several times studying it with interest.  Yes, it appeared that it would scrape the dust from one’s person, but how would one every feel fresh and clean when sweating like a stuck pig?

Tell me, Shaneevae el’Edware, how do you enjoy Aiel culture so far?

“Actually Cor,” she said, standing and crossing the tent to where he sat, “I’m not enjoying it in the least.”  Propping up her leg, her pointed toes almost touching his bare hip she spoke huskily, “I’m at a loss as to what to do with this.” She said handing him the scraping device and then turning to offer her back to him. “Care to enlighten me?” Shaneevae looked over her shoulder invitingly, a sensual smirk curving over her lips.

Shaneevae Sedai, you said all the animals used in making Trollocs were predators, but I have seen Trollocs with the horns of a ram or the snoutof a wild boar, and those aren't predators.

Shaneevae smiled at the novice pleased with her catch, “Excellent, Melianna. Now, wild boar will eat just about anything as do ram and will hunt when necessary.  While they are not typical predators they have an extremely aggressive nature, which is what Aignor was looking for in the beast half of the equation. Good question,” she said patting the girl on the back and turning her attention to Artrus.

What can I do for extra credit?

The Aes Sedai smirked and gave him a very pointed look, “Make your way to my laboratory and I’m sure we can arrange something.”

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Shaneevae was relaxed, her mind clear and organized as strolled into the classroom.  Scanning the classroom, she decided that enough were present for her to start.  Without pause, she started before she even closed the door behind her.

“Aginor created the Trollocs during the War of Power as soldiers for the Shadow.  Trollocs are carnivores and are routinely fed captives taken during battles with humans.”

Circling around the desk, she opened the drapes and let the sunlight flood the room, “Unlike other creatures of the Shadow, Trollocs are social animals and form into clan-like bands, such as Dhai'mon, Ghar'ghael  and Ahf'frait.”

Turning, she began writing on the board furiously listing the names of the tribes and their animal likeness calling them out as she wrote. “Ahf’frait are of the hawk variety. Ghar’ghael are the boar. Ghob’hlin, wolf Gho’hlem, bear. Ko’bal, eagle. Dha’vol, ram and Dhai’mon are the goats.”  Dusting her hands upon her skirt, she turned back to face the class, “I’m certain there are tribes we are unaware of, but that should give you something to chew on.”

Making her way down the side of the class, she made note of who took notes and who did not, “Some trollocs are capable of rudimentary human speech, but usually they converse amongst themselves in their own guttural tongue. Trollocs also have a written script, surprisingly enough in the form of angular runes, which proves they are not as stupid as most people assume.  They are, however, very lazy and only kill for the pleasure of killing or out of fear, which is why they have to be driven by the next Shadowspawn on our list, Myrdraal.”

Sitting on the edge of her desk, she continued, “Myrdraal are genetic throwbacks to the human form that was used in creating trollocs. So yes, female trollocs do exist. Only male Trollocs are allowed to participate in raiding parties, but females do exist and remain cloistered in camp.”

Standing, she stretched, “Your assignment before leaving today is to write a short essay spilling forth all you know about trollocs, no matter if it’s factual or fictional. Turn it in to me before you leave.” With that said Shaneevae took a seat behind her desk and picked up a book to read while she waited.

OOC:  Respond however you like, but include in your post the body of the essay and then turn it in.

I'm with Jayde, I'm thinking, but I have no ideas as of yet. ;D

*grumbles*

Character: Shaneevae

Just one please.

sdoah@yahoo.com

BROWN!  Brown is good. Brown is great. Brown is awesome!

*drowns Stella in chocolate pudding*

And we have unlimited access to pudding in order to drown your enemies. :P

“Thank you.” She said, slipping into the chair across from him, folding her arms on the table, she smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Damion and I apologize if I startled you.”

Propping her chin on her fist, she studied the man across from her, noting the fine, meticulous script he’d used in his notes.  It was perfectly spaced and mechanically symmetrical except for one lone slash jutting out from the last of his writing. Lifting her gaze, she noticed that the man was as neat and meticulous as his notes. Not a hair out of place, all smooth and tightly tied at the nape of his neck. Glancing back down at his hands, she realized that not even a trace of ink smudged his hands. Impossible! The effort it would take to maintain smudge free hands would be…..well…...she simply couldn’t imagine it.

“I’m glad someone finds it informative.” Shaneevae laughed raising her chin slightly in attempt to read the notes he’d written.  “A thought had been escaping me all morning and realizing that I’d recorded that bit of information I headed directly here and what to my wondering eyes did I find?” She raised her eyebrows in question. “Nothing,” she said nodding her head for emphasis.

“That’s never happened before. In all the years since that book was placed on the shelf not once has it not been there when I’ve come for it. This is an exciting day, Damion. Now you must tell me how you became interested in zoology. My mind will never find contentment unless you do.”

Welcome back and congrats on the coming little one. :)

I'm trying to gather a list of contact information for all of our WT players and I could think of no better way than to ask here. ;D  If you would be so kind as to state the following I'd be most appreciative.

DM Handle:

Character Name(s):

Email Address:

MSN Messenger:

YIM:

AIM:

Skype:

*NOTE: If you have no messenger programs and/or don't feel comfortable giving that information on a public board or even your email address, please PM me with the information.

Thanks buckets and buckets!!!!! ;D

I'm not sure, I guess we'll have to debate it tomorrow.

Flabbergasted, she dropped her mouth open and rolled her eyes heavenward.  What had she gotten herself into?  Trapped with Lilian for days on end. However would she survive the intellectual onslaught?  Just thinking about it exhausted her. Well….she was getting good at blocking people out.  She could feign interest with the best of them.

But, why are you going that way?  I don't suppose you're going there simply to aid on the Blightborder?

Sitting up, she leaned forward and refilled her tea weaving a small stream of Fire into the liquid and taking a timid sip. Having gotten it too hot, she blew gently across the surfaces making little ripples.

“I like to think that all of my work goes to the aid of the Blightborder. I hope that one day my research will come upon something monumental and turn the forces of the Shadow back, but if it doesn’t I’ll still enjoy dissecting trollocs.”

The Brown sister grinned at Lillian and turned the same question around, “Why are you heading that direction Lil?  Aiding the Blightborder?”

Unaware, intimidated and unsure of herself, the novice delivered the message to a Yellow sister other than Zalena. The sister with only the health and well being of their patient in mind dismissed the novice and then tucked the unread message into the Brown sister’s belongings left there to be forgotten.  Forgotten until discovered by chance, discovered too late and she was well beyond the walls of Tar Valon.

From utter darkness, she rushed headlong into the light; her eyes popped open wide, clear, and coherent. Shaneevae stretched long and full. Her body no longer aching nor her lungs burning, she looked around. Realizing she no longer lay in her own bed, she concluded that her new resting place was the Tower’s infirmary, not a place she was familiar with and not a place she intended to stay for very long. Gingerly, she dropped her legs over the side of the bed testing out her sea legs. They felt solid and with her feet firmly planted on the ground, she stood. Raising her hand to her face, she turned it over studying the palm then rotating it to study the backside. Pink smooth skin had grown over where the gaping whole had been.

Now where are my things?

Shaneevae surveyed the room in search of her clothing or the most likely place they would be. The most obvious place would be the trunk at the foot of the bed and hurriedly, she threw back the lid to find only her dressing gown.  In frustration she called out, “Hello. Hello, is anyone about?”

An Aes Sedai appeared and while she looked familiar Shaneevae could not place her.  In a rush, she spoke quickly, “Thank you for your care, but I must get…”  Shaneevae looked around as if the walls were closing in on her, “out of here.”

“Would you be so kind……” A sudden bout of dizziness assaulted her and she swayed slightly grabbing the bed to steady the spinning.  Sitting upon the edge, she spoke much slower, “as to send a novice after my things?”

Shaneevae

Doesn't like hospitals

OOC: Try to convince her to stay, try to find out what happened, but in the end Shan will leave the infirmary and Zalena will only be able to guess at what happened..  Maybe Zalena will make a deal with her. As long as she rests and an Accepted keeps watch over her sleep then she can leave. Stuff her dressing gown and the note, unbeknownst to us both, into a satchel.  She'll find it later.  This all doesn't have to happen in the next post though. LOL

That's not a bad idea and I'd be happy to take on a particular req for each trainee.

The only problem in my opinion is the lack of mentors.  I do realize that I'm part of the problem rather than the solution as I would rather rip out my spleen than do training posts.  So, I'm not much help in that respect.

But I've dusted off Petra and I'm helping out on a New Roads to Travel RP and it isn't too bad.  So, any mentors could always point their trainee in my direction and I'll be happy to help with that req. Since Petra is not a swordswoman I find most training difficult.  Though she is pretty good with a bow and arrow. You could offer a class on archery as an elective and I'd be glad to do that.

I'd also be more than happy to offer a Shadowspawn Class taught by Shaneevae once a month or  how ever often is needed to help with electives.  You could make it a standard elective if needed.

Just throwing out ideas.

I am more than happy to go and get them and have you read them if you would like me to?

Shaneevae shook her head vehemently, “Oh good Light, no.  No. Really while I love knowledge I ran out of room in this noggin’ of mine quite some time ago and now I have to be very careful as to what I put in there as the space is limited you see.”

Silence arched between them, a look of expectancy on Cara’s face as if to say, “Then what is it you want lady?” Taking a deep breath, Shaneevae pushed herself away from her desk and crossed the room to a small ornate chest sitting on the floor by the largest bookshelf.  She cleared off the stacks of parchment piled high atop it and released the ward that protected it.  Not only had she warded it with the Saidar, she’d also protected it the old fashioned way.  Pulling a key from between her breasts, she unlocked the small trunk and opened it carefully.

There among the red velvet lay the Nightingale.  Unassuming, simple leather work, no one would ever assume it to be a Power wrought item.  It was one of the reasons she was so fond of it. It was much like her in that respect. Removing it from its resting place she carried it back across the room and laid the length of it across her desk for Cara’s inspection.  Running her hands lovingly across the braided leather, she asked, “What do you make of it, Cara?”

Shaneevae el'Edware

First Chair

It had been one of the loveliest afternoons she’d spent in years. The quiet of the wood, the majesty of the deer and her fawn, and the man she loved by her side. As a scientist her bread and butter was to be a keen observer and while she’d spent days observing animal behavior as research, she’d never sat and watched for the simple enjoyment of it all. It was refreshing, rejuvenating, and strangely fortifying to her spirit.

Now, however, she lay in the bed staring at the ceiling, Franklin sleeping soundly at her side.  With only a chaste kiss to her forehead he’d drifted off quickly leaving her struggling with her own thoughts and desires in lieu of sleep. The unfortunate part was that, her lover, surely he would be again at some point, was awaiting her submission to sleep and the slippery bugger was eluding her at every turn.  Cuddling up to Franklin’s back, she started to catch each stray thought and feed it into the flame centered at her breastbone.  Before long, she had drifted into sleep.

“It took you long enough.”

Shaneevae snorted, “Men have the luxury of falling asleep on cue and you are no exception, dearheart.  I think it’s because men have simpler minds.”  She laughed and dodged Franklin’s swat to her bottom.

Settling down, she listened intently to Franklin’s instructions and began sinking her varied thoughts in the flame.  When she felt properly centered, she took his hand in hers and closed her eyes imagining the Inn in minute detail.  Momentary vertigo assaulted her and she opened one eye sure to find them in the center of the dining room since that was the bulk of her memory, but the dining room was not what met her vision. They were still standing in the same spot as where they’d started. Scrunching her nose, she looked to Franklin, one eye still closed. A look of boredom upon his face accompanied by a slight rolling of his eyes caused Shaneevae to posture, but she closed her eyes and tried again despite the overwhelming desire to punch him in the arm.

This time when she called forth the memory of the inn, she got distracted by the memory of his smile and easy laughter from the afternoon. Once again she felt the weird vertigo, but in addition her feet felt wet and the ground was squishy beneath them. Opening her eyes, she recognized where she’d brought them, The Wildwood.  The place they’d made love for the first time and many more times, of course, stripping off clothes for a quick swim, not that their swims were ever quick, could stir the desire in even the most frigid of Aes Sedai and she was no frigid Aes Sedai.

Glancing at her companion, she had the grace to blush, but closed her eyes rapidly before he could reprimand her and envisioned the inn once again in her mind. Fervently she wished to be there blocking out any other wish or desire. She willed them to be there in her spirit and after the vertigo assaulted her senses again, she opened her eyes. They had arrived. Of course, they had arrived in a heap upon the floor, but they had arrived.

Shaneevae