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Rahlian

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  1. Its kind of a shame that all his posts will be removed. While he was an unpleasant person, he does remind us of what a true idiot(i would use a stronger term, but this is pg13) is like, and show us, that however irritated at another member we get, they dont rate to the Ninjas level

  2. Basaar had noticed a figure clad in black lurking nearby and stalking him for the last few hours. Eventually tireing of the game, Basaar turned around and met the eyes of his shadow. The man whipped his arm forward and smoething - a knife - streaked towards him. Basaar siezed the Source by the time the kinfe was just leaving the fellows hand, and stopped it with a flow of Wind just before i was to impale him. He twitched and fell, pretending to have been slain, hiding a sly smile

     

    This guy knows nothing of Asha'man if he thinks that a knife could kill me

     

    As the assassin turned to flee, Basaar rushed to his feet, whipping his hands above his head, palms facing upward. He released flows of pure Earth, directing them to the ground at his target's feet. Before the man know what happened, he was encased in a foot of solid granite.

     

    Slowly stolling into the man's field of vision, Basaar curled his lips in a nasty sneer.

     

    "Well, what have we here. It looks as if you were trying to kill me. I would have you know, you aren't nearly as good as you seem to think you are. You have been watched the second you entered the Tower. I was told that i have permission to dicipline you as I see fit if you make any mischief."

     

    The man had remarkable fortitude, Basaar had to give him that. He was alone with a man who could channel, had buried him in stone and more than intimated that he was going to kill him, yet not a word. Yet there were things to losen even the tightest tongue.

     

    Channeling Fire, Basaar started heating the stone. A minute later, Basaar could smell the faint aroma of bacon. The intruder had started breathing heavily, and white were showing all round his eyes. He had started to sweat too.

     

    tying the weave of Fire off, the started one of Wind and once of Spirit. The Wind weave he laind where the man's goin would be. To him it would feel like someone was putting increasing pressure on his family jewels. The Spirit weave made him feel thousands of miniscule needles pressing into his brain. Basaar's captive started to whimper, and his eyes took a pleading look.

     

    "Basaar. Basaar! Where are you man? Light blind you Basaar, where are you."

     

    Basaar sighed. It looked like his afternoon of fun was about to be shortened. Looking around, Basaar saw no place to hide his captive. Making a decision, he wove Fire and Spirit together, and a shield of Wind to block the spray of blood, brain and bone. Earth sank down and enveloped the corpse of the dead man.

     

    "Yes, what do you want Mikal?" Basaar joined the intruder, walking back to the Tower, the dead man already out of his mind.

     

    OOC: I hope you liked this post Ninja. Lets see how you react to having your character killed, hmm?

     

    Sorry to any moderater who takes offence to my post. I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

  3. Im sorry if this sounds impertinant or rude, i just wish the BT staff be made aware that I've had my character, Basaar Taarol approved for nearly a week now, and i have not yet recieved my OP and WS scores yet. As i understand it, when my bio was approved someone was supposed to email me with those scores, and tell me how to use them.

     

    I looked around, but i didn't see anything to tell me whom i should talk to about this. Sorry if this isn't in the correct mode, but i figured someone would be at leasst point me in a better direction

  4. Basaar Taarol had settled in for the night in the Dedicated barracks, his coat hanging on a peg beside his bed. As he lay back, he closed his eyes and though back over the past two months he had been enrolled as a soldier and then a Dedicated at the Black Tower.

     

    Basaar remembered his first day at the Tower quite clearly. When he, his father, and two sisters arrived at Caemlyn, he told his father that if he wasn't able to help combat those who had taken his home in some meaningful way, he would never be able to live with himself. Leaving his family, he managed to convince the fellow who led the supply caravan to take him to the Tower.

     

    Upon arriving at the Tower he told of himself, how he was a skilled blacksmith, and sought work here. The Asha'man at the gate looked at him queerly and directed him to where he could find quarters. He was told that all men seeking to live at the Tower were required to be tested for the ability to channel.

     

    It had been incredibly boring, staring at the flame the blackcoat channeled, until, about a quarter of an hour, he felt something inside him quiver in time to the flame. Flabergasted he looked to the man's face. "Well, my new brother. Welcome to the Black Tower"

     

    He had had barely enough time to  set his scant belongings down before he had been tested, and was taken to the barrack where the soldiers were housed.

     

    For the next month, he saw the Power, spoke the Power, ate with the Power and slept with the Power. He had been told of the washout rate, by burnout, injury, or death, and now he realized why.

     

    Time flew by and just barely a week ago, he had been awarded the silver Sword pin. Basaar had though he had been fit before, but between the near constant channelling of saidin, and his training with his warhammer, he went to bed more than exhausted every night.

     

    His warhammer was propped up by the head of his bed, a forty pound monstrosity of a weapon. One head was flat for crushing, the other a wicked spike, sticking out eight inches long, with both edges sharpened. It was completely devoid of any symbol or device, like his new life here. The moment he spied it in the aarmory, he knoew it was his. Most of the men training here could barely lift it, but he could sling it about with ease, if not skill. It was less raw strength that allowed this, but an intimate knowledge of balance and interplaying forces.

     

    Basaar had managed to crush his own knee two weeks ago, and had been told to keep fighting my the weaponmaster. Basaar hobbled into the infimary three hours later, and had it healed, nearly to how it had been before he nailed it. It barely twinged now.

     

    Basaar rolled over, closing his eyes, knowing that he only had a couple of hours to rest before roll call was called the nest morning.

     

    OOC: blarg. This took me forever, and it still sucks. Thats what I get for being a perfectionist i suppose...

    I tried to be as general as possible, as I really don't know much about the inner workings of the Tower yet

    For whoever posts next, just do whatever, waking me up, havinng me show up somewhere, i dont really care :)

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