Well, since you're doing it..

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I say we do both! And Amy, when in the world do you leave! You're online and it's like two in the morning, I thought you were going on vacation!

Naturally, but that won't stop us from debating XD

Anyway, it doesn't make too much of a difference to me, I'll work with what you give me.

Wait... we have offsite boards? Me plz?

And I was saying we don't have enough members anymore. ;)

ahhh!

I ban Bonzo for creating a thread about names! :P

wonderful

I ban bonzo for having 88 in his name. (Do you know what that means?)

Hm, I don't make more characters *is too good for that*

but by all means, feel free to populate the Yards!

Well, I know that I'm a new member and whatnot, but I lurked for a while on and off, and I've read a lot of old threads. I know that certain things happened to make most of the older members want to leave DM, and I think that the whole website suffers from the loss and needs time to rebuild its members.

*eyes turn red, horns grow, and tug on braid that magically appears*

*in demonic voice* I BAN GOODGREIF FOR BEING A WOOL-HEADED SON OF A B-

*cough- normal* I mean... for being mean...

What! Selene! Now no one else will come! :'(

Oohhhhh... You've done it now! It's time for an epic butter-knife fight!!!

And for being the first to reply, you get two. :D

bannana ;)

I ban 42Bonzo88 for not knowing me *sniff* I feel so lonely

Alright, I got the ale, the wine, and the fun, now come on everybody, we need to break in these dusty old boards!

Oh, and I have cookies! *holds up plate* Eh? Eh? *nudge*

I agree with Ata, the thing with disciplines, is that you have to devote yourself completely. What makes a master a master though, is that their Strengths are so strong that they can use those to cover their weaknesses. For example, say that you focus completely on speed. As a trainee, you get beat around, because your blows aren't strong and one hit knocks you out, however, when you become a master, you are so fast that even though a hit or two KO's you, no one can get that hit on you. Even though you aren't strong enough to knock someone's weapon out of their hands, you're fast enough to move around their weapon and hit them ten times before they can even raise their weapon. Maybe that's a little exageration, but you get the point.

Ha! *Laughs at the others* I was right!!! Muwahahahaha. Anyway, too late now, for Arath is in the MoT's office. Anyway, you interested in an RP? :)

OOC: Ooh, harsh. Ignoring his long, encouraging speech like that... ;D

IC: So she didn't use the Power when she didn't have to? It just made Arath admire her more... Rasheta Sedai didn't seem like an Aes' Sedai... she was kind, conciderate, and also humble. Her laugh was more beautiful than a thousand symphonies, and her voice more swee than a bard's song... not that he had ever heard a symphony nor a bard's song. Arath was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed her say that she had a Warder. Warders didn't just retire, they were killed, and he had heard that it wasn't very pleseant to the Aes' Sedai. He was curious, but he respectfully held back, for he refused to open any old wounds Rasheta Sedai had.

Arath felt a rush of pride when he saw the Green repeating the form, performing better and better each time. It was his teaching that made her do so well, not any other master Warder, or some huge Tower Guard. Him. Arath Talavin, short, puny little trainee. "You are a good teacher Arath maybe when you become one of the Gaidin I will come back and you may teach me how to use this properly." Arath couldn't fight back a blush, nor a grin. He basked in the praise, as well as the promise. Arath couldn't wait to become a Tower Guard now, if it meant spending more time with Rasheta Sedai.

"Train well so I can come back and you can teach me everything I need to know about the blade."

Train well? Arath would train twice as hard now, for Rasheta Sedai. Rasheta Sedai... she had done what no other woman had done before- given him a chance. Because of his height, and his reputation for being weak, no woman had ever looked at him twice, and Arath had never imagined any woman would ever willingly talk to him. Arath was not deaf, he had heard all of the other Aes' Sedai laughing at him. In that moment, he was ready to give up on being a warrior completely, dig himself into a hole, and lie in it. After all, he screwed up in front of a group of Aes' Sedai, who would ever take him seriously? No other Aes' Sedai would look at him twice, and no Warder would ever even glance at him. But then, Rasheta Sedai came... she not only Healed his body, but also his pride.

Where all of the other Sisters imediately decided that he was a weak runt, Rasheta Sedai gave him a chance, and not only spoke with him, but asked for his help! For all she knew, he could have taught her completely wrong and screwed everything up. That trust that she showed, that faith in his abilities, it had made his heart swell to twice its size. No woman, Aes' Sedai or not, had ever been as kind to him as Rasheta Sedai was. Once again his pride was broken, but Rasheta Sedai picked up the pieces and reforged them with her power, and not the One Power. Arath felt a burst of superiority... Rasheta Sedai, this kind, perfect Aes' Sedai had chosed to train with him, not any of them.

Before, Arath had become a trainee for him self, so that he could prove himself to the world, and become the greatest warrior ever. This was still his goal, but he swore a new Oath right then and there. He would always protect Tar Valon. He would protect Tar Valon because by protecting Tar Valon he was protecting Rasheta Sedai. Even if the woman never kept her promise, even if she forgot about him completely, Arath would protect her, so that she would live freely as long as he breathed. Arath owed Rasheta Sedai more than he could repay, for being there for him, for trusting him, for rekindling his fires.

Once Arath saw that the Aes' Sedai were out of sight, he picked up his blade and went over the forms again and again, until they were perfect. Then, after they were perfect, he continued, blurring them together, until finally, he got to Striking the Spark. Arath danced through the form, striking imaginary targets, until finally he ended, still standing tall and strong, panting slightly. Arath chuckled, he did it, he completed the form, and without falling like before. Arath grinned while he sheathed his sword. "Don't worry, Rasheta Sedai... I won't make you wait for long."

Oh, ok, great, thankee kindly! :D

Elective 1: Basic Fitness

Physical Training

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,31683.0/topicseen.html - Complete

Current WS- 4

As he was called in, Arath took a deep breath, and then opened the door. Beyond this door lay everything he dreamed of, yet at the same time everything he feared. His entire life, he had dreamed about becoming a warrior, even as he was taunted and put down. In fact, that only made him more ferverently try to become a great warrior. Arath wanted- no, he needed to prove to everyone (including himself) that he could become a great warrior, even with his handycaps. Arath had managed to set himself on this path with harsh physical training and hand-to-hand training, but he could only go so far without a teacher.

First he had applied to the Palace Guard in Caemlyn, but the tall man in charge of the recruits had laughed in his face. After that, the taunting in his home was doubled, and his dreams were crushed. This was Arath's last chance, and if they would train him, then he would gladly pledge his loyalty. However, he refused to drop his metaphorical armor, because the last time he had, he was wounded worse than anything physical. Warily, Arath sat, across from the Mistress of Trainees.

“What can I do for you son?”

Arath unconsciously leaned away from her... that smile, it was chilling. Her eyes remained hard as steel, and twisted the smile into something intimidating. "I am Arath Talavin," Arath murmered respectfully, "And I wish to train to be a Tower Guard." Here was the moment of truth, the woman in front of him held his fate in her hands... Arath just hoped she didn't shatter it.

"I am not a natural Arath I am simply determined to get it right."

Hmph, determined or not, Rasheta Sedai still did better than most people on their first try. It wasn't the form- no, the form was just about as easy as it gets. It was the entire thing, her stance, the way that she quickly corrected all of her errors with only a breif mention, everything. The form might not have been the flashiest or the cleanest, but with some work she could be very good with the blade. Much better than those wen- women over there laughing at her. If he got his information right, then members of the same Ajah were supposed to be like sisters, how could they laugh so cruelly? He was tempted to send a dark glare over to them, but his fear of their wrath- for they were still Aes' Sedai- stopped him easily.

"How long have you been at the tower? You must not have met many Aes Sedai to be a little uncomfotable around them."

"Oh, uh, a few months, Rasheta Sedai, enough to learn the basic forms anyway... And no, you are the first Aes' Sedai that I've seen in Tar Valon, and the first one I've talked to at all... I used to live in Caemlyn, so I've seen the Queen's advisor, but she wasn't really the type to talk to the pe- people, common people that is." He had nearly said peasants; Arath wasn't ashamed of his heritage, but for some reason he wanted Rasheta Sedai to think highly of him, and not know that he was once the lowest of the low. Of course, then he realized that he was chattering... to an Aes' Sedai! Regardless of how friendly... and kind... and pret- no! Just friendly and kind... No matter how friendly and kind Rasheta Sedai was, she couldn't possibly care about his origins. After all, all that mattered was that he was a trainee now.

Realizing that Rasheta was still listening, and that he knew he didn't want to let the conversation stagnate, Arath struggled to think of something else to say. "But, um, don't worry about what they think," Arath briefly nodded towards the other Greens, "it's not just the form that was good, you picked up on the stance very well, especially for a woman. Not that I'm saying women can't become warriors, because they can! I mean... especially for an untrained woman. Not that an untrained man would do any better, of course!" Arath fought a blush, and attempted to straiten out his speech again; he refused to stumble over himself. "Learning the forms isn't the hardest part. Anyone can learn to wave a big metal stick around with enough practice, but what you have can't be taught- that instict. I bet you could become really good with a sword, but you probably don't need one because of the Power and all..."

Arath decided to stay on the topic of swords and swordsmanship. It was a topic he knew well, so he wasn't as likely to stumble over himself talking about it. Also, it helped that when he was talking about the sword, he could just imagine she was another trainee, or forget that Rasheta Sedai was an Aes' Sedai, she certainly didn't act like he would imagine one to act. "One thing that a woman can train easier than a man is speed and agility, as well as flexibility. Since most warriors are used to fighting with brute strength, grace and skill of course, but still brute strength, a warrior who can weave around their attacks can usually win. It's what I'm trying to do. Because of my size, I can get around their guards and attack them, and me being small just makes it easier." Arath shrugged though. "But again, swords probably seem really useless when you can just use the Power to fight and beat anyone you want."