We'll miss you! But the true end to the world is the fact that I've posted twice today :o

I suppose this means I'll have to stop lurking and actually post once or twice... ;)

Arath couldn't help but smile as Eqwina Sedai explained the sick woman's situation. Eqwina Sedai was so... so... self sacrificing! She was going to give up her own peace and her own sleep in order to heal a woman that meant nothing to her! This woman was not a relative of Eqwina Sedai's, and so she was sacrificing herself in order to help someone that she didn't even know, and had no attatchments to. Arath couldn't help but admire the Yellow even more, if that was possible. He was nodding at the Aes' Sedai's words, much like a puppy dumbly consented to all its owner's orders, until she spoke of him going back.

He was dumbfounded. Could he really leave Eqwina's presence? Could he really be sent away that easily? At first he was blinded by panic, until she smiled and asked him if he wanted to stay. "O-of course! I mean- I would love to stay... Er, you could still be in danger! A city like Cairhien is not the safest place for a woman, even a very powerful woman such as yourself. Not that I don't think that you can't take care of yourself... it's just... the Oaths..." Arath finally seemed to realize that he was floundering, and so he straitened up and spoke proudly.

"Eqwina Aes' Sedai, I would love to stay here with you. Protecting you, that is." Arath smiled as the rays of the early morning sun illuminated his face. Although Arath didn't know it, to someone as old and experienced as the Yellow Aes' Sedai, it must have looked ridiculous. His smile did not speak of maturity or rugged experience, but it was full of sincerity, and that would have to do. "Umm, perhaps we could order some breakfast? You must be starving from the Healing last night?" After all, Healing did take energy from the Aes' Sedai doing the Healing.

OOC: I'm only... *cough* a month and a half behind on this one...

IC: Arath blinked in surprise as the Accepted leaned to the other girl and started whispering in her ear. Obviously she said something bad, because the other girl blushed as red as sunset and tore off towards Light-knows-where. The Accepted gave him a sickly-sweet smile and ordered him to stay where he was, and gave him instructions to knock on the door if anyone was coming. Arath wasn't stupid, and he knew that the Accepted obviously wasn't supposed to be doing whatever it was that she was doing. Arath bit back another sigh. He wouldn't report her because then he would have no excuse to be in the Tower, and no excuse to see Eqwina Sedai...

Arath was snapped out of his thoughts when the girl came back out and asked for his assistance. She didn't even wait for an answer before she tore back into the storage room and bounced on her toes impatiently. Arath supressed the urge to shoot her a dirty look, and went over to the Accepted. He grunted as he boosted her up, and did his best not to glance up- the girl was wearing a skirt after all. She apparently was able to get what she wanted, because she ordered him right back out of the room. Arath obliged, albeit a little bit irritated, and waited- patiently- outside until the Accepted decided his services were needed once more.

Hey, your bio looked great, and it's now up for CC

:)

*takes a couple cookies*

Character’s name: Thaes Athuriael

Age: 20

Place of Origin: Kandor

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 5'2” feet

Weight: 141 lbs

Physical Description: At 5'2” feet, Thaes is not one you would call tall. However, as if to make up for his lack of height, Thaes's body is beautifully sculpted and one can see that he possess good muscles for a man his age and experience. Moreover, he has a face a little short of handsome, with sleek blond hair combed neatly to the back, and a clear set of eyes. A forked beard, short and constantly trimmed, marked Thaes for what he is, a Kandori. More than a few women has fallen for Thaes' looks if not his personality, and more might have if only he did not have an arrogant smile, as if everyone else was beneath him.

Intentionally wanting to show off his muscles, Thaes wears a sleeveless blue buttoned shirt never buttoning the uppermost button. Staying true to his homeland, he wears a pair of black breeches with blue embroidery along the side. On his left ear Thaes wears a jeweled earring in style of the Kandori and on his back two swords, one notably shorter than the other, both sheathed on beautifully ornate sheaths.

Brief History: Thaes Athuriael was born to a daughter of a Kandori Noble, as who his father was, Thaes had stopped questioning, had stopped caring years and years ago. The way his mother told it, the unfortunate circumstances that Thaes and her mother had to endure, forced to live on an isolated village on Kandor, was by betrayals of two men, Thaes' father and his grandfather, she never explained anything beyond that. However over the years, from several different sources, Thaes managed to learn the truth, or at the least something close to it.

When Thaes' mother was 18 years old, her father, who was known to be unforgiving and hardheaded, arranged for Thaes' mother to marry a son of another Kandori noble. His mother, in the folly of her youth, refused the arranged marriage and ran off with a man she had loved, a simple soldier of her House. Unsuprisingly, Thaes' grandfather was furious and ordered an extensive search. His orders were to kill the soldier she's with on sight, and use force if necessary to bring Thaes' mother back. Five months went without success, and just as Thaes' grandfather was packing to search his daughter himself, Thaes' mother returned; alone and pregnant.

The search continued for the soldier who had ran way after fathering the child, afraid for his life and of the responsibility he had to take. With almost the whole army of Thaes' mother's House, things weren't looking good for the soldier, but even then some people would say that its better than Thaes' mother's situation when her father saw her with a bastard child. After a stormy argument between the two, whence Thaes' mother struck her father and the latter almost struck back, her father, with a red burning face, retired to his room. In the morning, Thaes' mother was surprised by packed cases of her stuffs and an order from her father to retire to an isolated village and never return while he was still alive. Her rights of inheritance was taken from her and she was forced to leave with only her clothes and a few gold marks. Thaes' mothers left disgraced, furious, and broken.

At first, when Thaes finally knew of the history behind their predicament, he made an attempt to find out who his father, the soldier, was. However, after a long time and not one whit of success, Thaes stopped caring.

Thaes was born half a year after his mother had settled down on a village as far away as her father's place as possible while still being in Kandor. It was not a happy occasion. Almost to the second Thaes was born, his mother seemed to put the blame on her misfortune on him. She took care of Thaes only out of necessity, and for fear that she would be spoken of badly by the neighbors. When Thaes reached the age when he starts to understand and percept the world her mother's care for him reached an all time low. She spent her day dressing in the fancy clothes from before she was banished, prettying herself up, and flirting with men. However, the snobby attitude she showed, as if she was still a noble, turned off a lot of men. His mother did no work whatsoever other than cooking and necessary house chores, and the truth was that they would have been impoverished a long time ago, if not for Thaes' mother's uncle.

Thaes' grandfather's brother thought that banishment was too harsh a penalty for his once favorite niece, and unbeknownst of his brother sought out the village and when he found it, started giving a stipend to Thaes' mother. On days of festivities this uncle never forgets to give some kind of present for Thaes. It might be brand new boots, books, shirts, or even sweets. All in all, Thaes loved the man, and constantly communicates with him by letters. As he grew up, Thaes had realized that his mother's uncle was the only person that he respected. Without knowing it himself, Thaes' great uncle was the only reason that Thaes did not grew up to become a criminal, or worse.

As a little kid, Thaes wasn't too different with anyone else. Of course, he had a mother who barely talks to him, but he spent his days with his friends, playing and discovering new things everyday. But, as he grew older, he began to see his world as what it truly was, a bad place to live in. Thaes was rejected a father, and the mother he had did not provide him with the much needed love and care. Furthermore, Thaes had realized that he was always significantly shorter then his friends of the same age. That combined with the fact that he was overweight made him look like a round ball. His friends also grew up to be a nasty bunch, making fun of Thaes' height and weight and also for not having a father. These things alone might not be too damaging, had he a supporting and loving figure back at his house, but all he had. Thaes would write about his problems to his uncle and he would write back with advises and support. However, a distanced supporting figure was not sufficient and thus Thaes grew up bitter and untrusting.

In a way, the problems he had to face, and the lack of assistance for them made him stronger. First, he swore to burn off his fat and acquire a strong body. So from the age of 12, Thaes started to train and exercise everyday, driven by an intense to make himself better and to show all his friends that he was not one to mess with. When he finally managed to build his body, it was clear that his face without all the excess fat was above average. Girls started to give him suggestive looks, and Thaes, although at first quite abashed by it, later learned to enjoy it. Infact, his new chiseled body and the girls fawning over him started to change Thaes to a very arrogant person. Moreover, now, whenever somebody dared to make fun of him, Thaes was not reluctant to use his much stronger force to take care of the matter. As a result, people started to be wary of him, although at that time he was only 14, and others took advantage and pretended to be his friend for personal gain. That was a very happy time for Thaes, with girls winking and giving him looks on every corner, and what could be called “retainers” under him. In his ignorance, he did not realize that he was surrounded by superficial people.

Time went on, and Thaes' arrogance bolstered with every waking day. This heightened when a grizzled veteran from the ranks of Kandor retired to the village, and started to teach the young men to use swords. Thaes was 15 years old at the time and decided to try his hand at swordplay. He quickly found out that he was the most talented student in the village and never missed a chance to boast about it. As time goes on, less people were willing to spar with him, not only because of the difference in abilities, but also for the reason that Thaes seemed to enjoy beating and humiliating his sparring partners. That was fine by Thaes, as he thought that the other students were not a match for him, and he would not learn anything from sparring with them. The grizzled veteran realized the arrogance of Thaes and sought to teach him some lesson so further on, Thaes always sparred with his teacher. At first, he was soundly beaten by the veteran without a chance of fighting back. However, instead of quelling his arrogance, Thaes just worked harder and harder until one day, a 20 years old Thaes was able to put on a good fight in his spar, and ended up bruising the old veteran in a few places; granted, Thaes himself left the spar with four times the amount of bruises as his teacher. He went to sleep that day feeling a winner.

Up until now, everything Thaes had saw and experienced indicated that the only way to survive this world is to be stronger than others. Strength rules all in his opinion. With that in mind Thaes planned for a bigger future, one outside the flyspeck of a village. He decided that to become the strongest person on the land, he needed to train under the fiercest fighters, Warders.

Thaes wrote of his intention to his great uncle, and the latter replied by voicing his support and sending him three things that would be his most prized possessions. A pair of matching quality swords, one shorter than the other, and a strong red stallion named Mael which meant hope. Thaes thought the stallion's name were not sufficient for one as he, so he changed its name to car'caban or Chief of Horses. A foolish name for horse most would say, but Thaes thought it's a perfect one for a horse owned by a man that one day is going to rule with his unparalled strength.

With big ambitions and expectations, Thaes Athuriael set off to Tar Valon.

*lurks* still too busy to RP regularly and dependably, but good luck!

Character’s name: Sandre Kaldun

Age (must be 16 - 21): 17

Place of Origin (must be from the mainland of Randland): Andor some Borderlands ancestry

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6 ft

Weight:200 lbs

Brief History:

Serenla Sedai watched as the last two players in Andor's yearly stones tournament carefully pondered their moves. She herself was good, but came as an observer not wanting to attract too much attention. It was not the game itself this time that drew her. Not the crowd or the party that would follow and certainly not the summer heat. She came to watch one of the competitors. A boy of seven years. A boy who had reached this final match. The crowd was silent. A servant sneezed and got some harsh looks from the onlookers. The boy, Sandre she heard him called, waited patiently as the older man he was facing made his move. Sandre had obviously forseen this and made his move immediately, getting a strange look from his opponent. The crowd was kept back a distance but a smile crept over Serenla's face. The boy had both flanks. One move only would get the old man out of this bind, but he did not take it. The game was over quickly after that. The prize money no doubt went to his father. The Kaldun family was a small house. They owned some iron mines which doubled as a stone quarry. No doubt Sandre being a second son with a knack for strategy would get the training he needed to be a general. Serenla decided (A few letters made to the right people with a well worded "suggestion" might help in that pursuit.) Then she would wait to see if a few hours of work would bear fruit.

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Sandre's amusement that a stones tournament would attract such fine teachers never ceased. He was learning to be a General. Tactics and the Game of Houses, and just raw academic knowledge became his bread and butter. Only a few hours a day were spent exercising or pursuing hobbies. He prefered Blacksmithing. Every male in his family knew a bit about it. It was where their roots were. He would swim for exercise and on occasion would practice throwing knives with his father. Time spent with the knives was their bonding time.

At night though, he would lay awake gazing at the stars. He did not have any friends other than his older brother and his teachers. He was fourteen and had never kissed a girl... as he thought about it (Kissed a girl? I hardly have time to look at them!). He had seen them, been attracted to a few. Had fantasys as every young man does. Had crushes. He just had no experience with them. "Its ok." his father would say. "We will get you married when your fifteen and you can learn all you need to know when your not working." He rolled over. (Married? I dont even know how to talk to them. What am I supposed to say? Hi Im Sandre your new husband, so do you think that banded mail is a better choice for infantry than plate and mail?) He supposed it didnt matter at the moment. He was to leave for the Borderlands with his father soon. His father was to meet with some of the commanders during a get together to decide how to defend the kingdoms for the year. His father would supply much needed iron. Iron was needed everywhere but the Kaldun family had Shienaran blood as well as Andor blood. Plus he would be allowed to sit in on the Generals making their plans. Just sit though. He would not speak unless spoken to.

The journey took longer than expected. Moving large quantities of iron ingots would do that though. They would be staying with family in Shienar. While there he would train in weapons with his cousin. He had met his cousin only a couple times before but they became fast friends, if overly competitive ones. He would be exposed to new ways of working out and handling weapons in the months spent there. He would also be there for political reasons. To attract a wife no doubt or a General's eye for employment. Training in weapons, that was the part he was in disbelief about. He had held a sword once but that was only because he was helping make it in his time away from books and teachers. He had held a spear once on the way to the Borderlands for one of his house's armsmen while he relieved himself and that was the extent of it. He threw daggers but... well he never had thought to use them like a weapon.

The hours at least he was comfortable with. When trying to learn his cousin's routine he spent most of his time fumbling around and working out constantly. He wore armor for the first time, and ran in it. His cousin laughed every time he had to stop. He sparred often (and lost often). He fumbled with several weapons and by the third month, he had managed to shoot a second level bow (albeit not accurately) and not to cut himself more than once a day with a sword. He still had not won a single sparring lesson against his cousin. He prided himself on the things he could beat his cousin in. Knife throwing of course, swimming, and academics. He got the hang of some of the exercises. He didnt understand the pushing up from the ground hard enough to clap your hands together nor the spreading your legs and standing knees bent and upper body stiff for extended periods of time. His cousin of course insisted it was necessary.

There were advisors and commanders from through out the Borderlands at the meeting. It was a meeting to plan how they could best work together to keep the land safe and to trade resources. Sandre watched quietly as they planned with the various maps with various tokens on the table representing troop units. He had been told to stay quiet and listen. The day turned to night and one by one the commanders retired to their beds. Soon there was only a woman in a green silk dress and himself in the pavilion tent. He walked back in after helping a rather intoxicated Saldean to his tent and saw her fussing over the maps and tokens. Trying various tactics he noticed in a common mental exercise of making strategys work in places they shouldnt. Looking at the map of a famous area around Tarwins Gap where many battles occurred every year she was placing tokens for a tactic called the "Wheel Formation" Where calvary would ride a circle around the infantry who was circled around the archers. It would allow the entire army to be mobile and would make them a harder target for archers. The problem was lack of space for the formation. He looked the woman in the eyes. She seemed too young to be a commander. He worried he might be speaking to a queen. A hardened one if her eyes said anything of her age. "May I?" he asked. She nodded.

    He placed the archers on the cliffs on both sides of the Gap. He placed a row of Palisades in front of them and made double lines. One line of spears behind one line of sword infantry then another Palisade until there were no more infantry. He placed the calvary in the gap itself. The Trollocs would have to sacrafice three of their own before they could even face a single dual line infantry then three more to get to the next line. The calvary would seem the weaker choice but they would have the Trollocs bottle necked in the Gap. All the while the the archers would be at a height advantage to rain arrows on the Trolloc horde or snipe them in the canyon should the calvary fail. It was a plan that would allow a few hundred to slay thousands. A perfect plan.

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Serenla watched as Sandre placed the tokens on the map. The units chosen did in fact make a very bad wheel formation. She had watched a Saldean general do it however and was trying to duplicate his technique. Sandre himself seemed to have a hard time of it. A look of confusion spread over his face. Had he seen what the Saldean General had done to make the formation work he might have learned something. However the formation he chose was not that bad either. It was a perfect set up.... if you intended to fight the entire blight. It offered no escape to the archers or infantry desptite that it would take several times its numbers in the enemies. The formation was all or nothing. Defeat the enemy, or die. Despite the number of Trollocs growing in the Blight. It had not reached a point where this formation would be needed. Hopefully it never would. However for someone who was unfamiliar with warfare in the Blight and probably did not believe in Trollocs until a few months ago, it was the best one could expect. Serenla smiled at him as she thought to herself (Good job Sandre. Someday you could be a true threat to the world, but you will be bound to the Tower before I let that happen.) She added a hint of suggestion to her smile as though she were interested in more than his potential. It often surprised her what a smile and a pair of blue eyes could bring her.

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Sandre spent the next few days with Serenla as she called herself. Playing stones and discussing strategy. He thought he would be nervous around her. He hoped she was not spoken for. He found it so easy to share his hopes and dreams and to open up. She never said much and mostly let him babble on like a monkey in a tree. She would take his arm as he walked her from the command center every night back to her tent and he was all too conciouss of her touch. He had already decided to speak to his father about her. She was older... or younger, he couldnt say for sure. But she shared his interests and that was rare. Her eyes, blue like a coming storm. He was too aware that he would do anything for her short of becoming a Darkfriend.

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Serenla let the boy... no she couldnt call him that. In the Borderlands he would be considered a man a year now. In Andor maybe he would still be a child. She let him talk about his dreams and insecurities. She was aware of his growing attachment to her and knew she would have to break that loyalty. His loyalty would be to the Amyrlin and maybe someday an Aes Sedai. They were playing a game of stones the day she knew it was time to bring his loyalty to the tower or the damage caused by breaking his fondness for her would make him rebel against her plans. She was slowly losing the game. She may have known more of strategy than him but he knew stones. So simple and unchanging as stones is. Easy to learn to play, hard to master. "Lets have a wager on this one." he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He was suspicious. Good. If he made it too easy to fool him he would be no good to the tower. "What kind of a wager?" He answered. She gave him the look. Feigning an interest. "If I win then three years from now you swear allegiance to my... queen." That seem to put him a little more at ease. Surely he had not heard of any evil queens? He looked as though he would not take that wager so a light brush of his hand with her fingers and the tension melted away. She hated manipulating him like this. It had to be done though. "I believe this game is almost over with my lady." She stared intently into his eyes. It was excrutiating. She wondered why she never got over the sick feeling in her stomach doing this to others, even if for the good of the world. "If I lose... well I am sure we can work something out." An empty promise. The game did appear to be won. She did see a way to turn it around. The coloring in his face said that his pulse had increased. No doubt adding his own imagination to the promise he would not see fulfilled. He nodded. She took the next move. Now doubt he had the next move planned and several contingencys. She showed a little bosom as she placed the stone and his eyes left the board. His next move was surely not the move he had planned. She managed to make a move after that would give her the game if he didnt respond correctly. She looked him in the eyes and he colored more realizing he had been caught staring. She only smiled. He did not make the right move on the board. She then used all her skill to crush him. She felt ill. Especially at the part she knew would come next.

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Sandre was could not believe his eyes when he realized he was beat (I lost! I lost? Wait... this is stones! I dont lose at stones!) looking at the board though he had in fact been soundly beaten. Then she rose, the looks and smiles gone. "Well that worked out well. You see if you had won then I would have known that you could never fully work with, work for, and take the advice of a woman in which case all your skills would have been useless to me. However if you can still fall for the charms of a woman then you are exactly what I have heard you are." Sandre was confused. She did not let him stay that way though. "I am Serenla, Aes Sedai. I came  here to assist with the planning for this summer but I also was at the stones game you won as a child and have encouraged your learning on the side. While I did not expect you to be here I am glad to see my effort was worth it." Sandre was shocked. He had heard of Aes Sedai trickery but this? He shook his head. "Any other kingdom in the world and it would be ok but Tar Valon my father would never approve of." She smiled. "You leave him to me. Of course you are too young now so shall we say three years from today?" He nodded. "You still have a lot to learn Sandre. Try to remember that when you get to Tar Valon." His father did in fact agree to it with no small amount of arguing.

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As Serenla left that stones board and the young man sitting by it she walked more briskly than she should have. The man's heart was breaking with what he would see as betrayal. He would never know how much more hers was, if for different reasons. (I am sorry Sandre. Light I am sorry it was this way. I am not sorry for why I did it though.) She felt as though she needed a bath. Had she known that a few hours writing letters for a child stones champion would produce such a potential she would have planned more and had him sent to the tower in a way that would have saved them both pain. Her sisters would see this as a victory for the light. A few hours then a few days was the price for a strategist they would say. They would never know the price she felt it had taken on her soul. She had thought him a man, she realized that whatever he may learn and do now he still had hormones raging through his young body. She knew he would have been kept secluded to learn what he needed to know. She took advantage of those things. For the good of the light she did. She did NOT like the idea that his first experience with a woman who was not a relative or servant had to be like this. She shook her head as she entered the tent that was hers. She was still young, barely starting to take on the ageless features of an Aes Sedai and obviously not used to manipulating for the greater good should it upset her like this. (Light be good to him. He trusted and I took that, he was falling and I used that. I bound him before he could stretch his wings)

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As Sandre rode towards the city of Tar Valon. The white tower ahead and rolling green fields brushed slightly by the breeze he saw none of the beauty. Beauty had decieved him once and in the years since he had made sure it would not do so again. Anger went through him like diving into a cold river. He had been calm once. He still was, but it was different. He was clear headed in his rage. Anger had made it so he had not seen a moments rest since that day long ago. He took to training to the point of fanaticism. He had gotten into fist fights. Every time he hit someone else he didnt see them. He saw the naive young man who made a deal with a witch. That young man he felt deserved every ounce of pain he dealt out. His father had tried to have him married. Sandre chased the woman off. Made her feel so bad about herself that his father had to marry her off to his cousin. He clutched his cloak tighter as the breeze caught it and tried to carry it away. His side ached from a slice by a knife he had taken in a brawl, yet he welcomed the pain. It hardly seemed pain at all anymore. It felt the same as a good work out in his mind. All was lost. His bright future, years of training to be a commander was wasted, he had alienated his family towards the end. He did not hate and was not angry at Serenla was the odd part. It seemed that by the time he was not angry with her any more ten more reasons had sprung up from the time he was angry at her. He was not even sure sure why he was keeping his word. He did not want to see her. Did not want to be a rank and file peon like he was sure he would become. "Honor" he said aloud before he realized he said it. He shook his head as though denying that. The greatest battle he would lead, was going to be the one within himself.

Note: Both characters are PC, and are identical twins

Balyn & Dagen Crain

Age: 16

Sex: Male

Nationality:  Andor

Both:

Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde

Eye Color: Brown

Balyn:

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 130lbs

Dagen:

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 125lbs

History:

The Crain family was not wealthy by any means, some would call them down right poor, but the Craine twins never say it that way.  Balyn and Dagen were full of life and they loved their family dearly.  Sons of a cobbler the boys worked for their supper since the moment they could work with instructions.  They didn't know how long they'd been working for their father and mother, but they had been good at what they did.  Working with Leather and Hammer and Nails came easy for the boys, but when the fire burnt down all that they knew and loved the Crain family didn't know where to turn.

The boys were sixteen.  Bayln and Dagen were working as stablehands in the Crowns Glory Inn when they saw what they beleived to be an Aes Sedai and her warder.  They of course did not say they were just mere travelers through the city, but the boys knew that it was a real legendary hero sitting in the inn right in front of them.  They helped the pair, carried their bags and listened to for any sign that they were what they thought they were, but none was given.  It wasn't until the pair spotted the large coin bag that they had their greatest idea.  They would become Warders.  That pocket of gold would do their family well for a life time. 

Balyn and Dagen confronted their parents with the idea, their father forbad them from leaving.  He claimed they needed them here now more than ever, but the boys did not give up their percious idea, they wrote their parents a note and left that evening for Tar Valon to become Warders.  Their adventure was just beginning and they hoped it would be a grand adventure like that of the stories the gleemen told.

Well, first off there is no afterwords- we sit in the stands and play in the stands during the game, and preform at halftime. But we do get a section of the stands to ourselves, but they're off around the twenty, so I would exactly call them good... but we get free admission to every game. :)

Hey everyone, so officially I'm gone this saturday to monday (20-22) but here's the deal: We (the marching band) are still expected to be at the game on friday and get home at around 11PM, even though we're leaving at four AM the next day. That means that I am expected to somehow do all of my homework for friday and the makeup homework for monday (that includes learning all of monday's lessons) in the couple hours before the football game :(

Also, since is the last and greatest of our competitions this year, we will be practicing until the wee hours of the night on tuesday and thursday (and I will still be expected to do homework on these days), so that leaves today and wednesday, where I will be enjoying all the time I have to do homework and working on passing AP Chemestry (the teacher dropped the bomb on us that we only have three more tests in the unit, so that means that I have absolutely no room to do badly).

Well, now that I'm done ranting, basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm around for staff duties only until friday, when I leave completely until monday. Then things should be lightening up a little. Sorry to everyone (namely Tig) who I need to post for. :(

He's got a point. I lost track of all the plans I made with Eqwina that have fallen through the floor. ;)

:P you put it out there to be crashed.

Hm, it's been a while, but if you're interested in finishing this off, Sieve, it's your turn. :)

So I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Today I have a competition for band, tommorow I get to do all of my hours and hours of homework, and next weekend I'm going to Florida for a competition, and we're playing in the parade at Disney World! But after that there's nothing really intense for band, and I should be good to come back and post, so if by that time anyone is still in need of help I'd be more than willing. :)

Lol, I've been gone all day, but I made sure that the first thing I did was get your bio up :)

Character's name: Davian helgande

Age: 17

Place of Origin: Cairhien, Cairhien

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: deep blue

Height: 5'6''

Weight: 150 pounds

Physical Description: Davian is a little less than what anyone would expect from a normal person. He's a little shorter than average, a little less built, muscularly, than average, Though many women say that he has a pretty face. His hair is well groomed as well as his clothes, which are of fine cut wool. He looks like what many would describe as a 'pretty boy' but purposely uses his looks to get people to underestimate him and distract them.

Personality: Davian is a very care free person. He has learned to live in the moment and take what pleasure he can, because his surrogate brothers would quickly try to make his life miserable after that. Because of his tendency to lie, Davian has trouble making friends, though he desperately would like to have them, even if he won't admit it to himself. He has trouble trusting as well because his surrogate brothers would constantly abuse his trust. He will lie to anyone, but after he lies to someone to get them to help him, Davian tends to do something for them back. He'll take care of himself first, but will take care of others as well.

Discipline: Balance Discipline

Path: Path of Misdirection

Primary Weapon: hand and a half sword

Secondary Weapon: throwing knives

Tertiary Weapon: hand to hand

Brief History:

Davian was born in Cairhien, though to what parents he could not say. His Parents at birth had given him up to a relatively successful merchant because they could not take care of him. Though Davian was never granted status as the Merchant's son, still, the man treated him well enough and took care of him. The Merchant's sons however were not as gracious to Davian and used every opportunity to make his life miserable. As Davian grew older, he learned to lie and decieve people more as a self defense against host's sons, though from his time helping the Merchant Davian learned that his skills at deception came in handy when bargaining. In many ways Davian's whole life became a deception. Everything Davian did became an attempt for people to immediately dismiss him out of mind, with the exception of dress and grooming. Davian soon became old enough to assume the responsibilities of helping the merchant in his trade as a place to supply travelers. It was a tough job to make money in, since travelers were usually very knowledgeable on where prices should be, but the merchant had managed to be semi-successful in the past, and now with Davian's help began to become even more so. Davian began to tell tales that would soften the travelers hearts and allow them to spare another coin or two on the price of an item. Occasionally Davian would lie on the quality of an item, though he always tried to be careful about that, especially around the Merchant. The Merchant never liked the idea of lying in that regard...but one day Davian noticed a particularly promising target that seemed gullible and sold off a number of supplies to a traveling merchant and his guards that were not up to quality.Later in the day, as Davian was making a run back home to store the money from their midday savings, he came back to find the shop in a shambles and the Merchant bearing down on him. "You did it again didn't you...don't you see! This is why I didn't want you selling off products like that! They told me what you did. They demanded the money back, but you had gone off to home already...so they took what they wanted and destroyed the rest. Davian...it's time for you to leave. You're of age now and need to learn to make your own way in the world." "But.." "No buts, my mind is made up. I have taken care of you all these years, but I cannot have you interfering in our family affairs. My sons will now assist me. You can take the rest of the day to pack your things. I'll see you off in the morning."

Davian went home in shock at what was happening. He packed a number of good changes of clothes, taking care to make sure they wouldn't collect too many wrinkles. No matter what, Davian knew that appearances were important. He made sure to pack soap too as well a comb, and a very small mirror. Then he got to the other necessary travel gear. He finished early and so sat thinking about what he could do...Wait, The Aes Sedai in Tar Valon would hear causes of justice...or so he had heard from travelers...perhaps they would hear his case. He knew that he wouldn't get off the hook of course, but maybe they'd somehow fix the problems with the shop for the Merchant. After all, the man had been good to him and deserved better.

Davian slept fitfully that night, dreaming of the rumors he had heard of Tar Valon. In the morning the merchant saw him off. He wasn't as cold towards him as the day before, but still was insistent that Davian leave. They shook hands and Davian left to Tar Valon. Getting outside the city walls took a while, and left Davian realizing he was going to get very tired, as well as probably dusty if he kept this up. Smiling to himself, Davian suddenly started limping down the road. It was only a few minutes thereafter that a farmer came asking after why a young lad looking so nice, would be limping down a country road. Davian invented a tale of being set on by bandits and them taking his horse and beating him with the quarterstaff on the hip. He told the man he was headed to Tar Valon to ask for help on the situation as the things they had taken were valuable to his father. "Well you're in luck." The farmer said. "I'm headed that way myself...normally I'd steer clear of those witches mind you...but my wife is sick and...well I'll take a nice young man like you there myself."

Davian thanked the man and rode the rest of the way there in the back of the cart, Taking care to remember to limp whenever he got down to help the farmer or to make camp. The day before he and the farmer were to enter Tar Valon, Davian washed himself, and helped the farmer to make himself presentable in return for having given him a ride all that way. That morning Davian appeared and made his case. It was turned down, the reason that was given being that he had caused it, so he needed to fix it. Knowing however that he couldn't return until he had made his own way, Davian wandered the Tower grounds marveling at the beauty of it all and trying to figure out what to do with his life now...until he heard a strange clacking sound coming from what seemed to be an open field. Curious, Davian headed over to see a number of men stripped to the waste fighting with all kinds of weapons. It was amazing the skill these men had with their weapons, and they moved so fast! Thinking back Davian remembered  times when it would have been nice to have a sword around that he knew how to use. He continued to watch for a while and then gathered the courage to ask one of the people who was resting..."excuse me, but do you think you could teach me how to fight like that?" "I cannot do that, however, if you talk to the mistress of trainees, you can sign up to join us a learn. It's just over that way. Go down to your..." The man gave the directions and in a few minutes Davian found himself in front of a door making a decision that could change his future. Knocking, Davian entered. "Excuse me, but I was directed here by one of the men fighting out there in that clearing, they said I could talk to you about learning to fight?"

Hey, I just wanted to post saying that I did get your bio (Davian, right?) but I'm busy right now and I'll look over it later!

We've exchanged PMs and all and resolved the issue, the bio will be edited shortly. :)

I really like Jehaine's system :)

CC'd :)

Handle: Tigara

Number of Chars: Technically 2, but my first is going to die. So we'll call it 1. =)

Contact: tigara@live.com

Name: Talim Mishadake

Age: 20

Nationality: Born and raised in Tar Valon

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Fair

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5'7"

Physique: Fit for a woman

Voice: High and childish, even at her age

Personality: Talim is snippity. She is rather demeaning and often puts people down for no reason. She is a perfectionist, always wanting something to be perfect and hardly anyone comes up to her standards. Her temper is frequent, but only ever verbally. She is very arrogant and sings her own praises. Few have earned her respect.

History: Talim was born and raised in the city of Tar Valon. Her parents owned a bank, so they were very wealthy and Talim always had the best of things. She had access to as much money as most minor nobles. Her parents loved her so, so she always got to do the high-cultured things. She was taught to ride horse, only purebreds, mind you, and she was taught how to dance, how to sing, to play various instruments, and all things expected of a lady. Her ego swelled up like a blister, and it soon seemed that no one was better than her at anything, in her opinion.

But the Aes Sedai had her full respect. She would go and wander in the foyer of the White Tower just to catch glimpses of their perfect, ageless faces. They could wield the Power, which should make everyone respect them. Oh, how she longed to be an Aes Sedai. She tried every year on her Nameday to see if she could, but to no avail. Until one year. She turned 19 and went to the Tower for another testing. Her last possible testing. If she failed this, there was no way she could be Aes Sedai. She once again got her hopes up, but she still did not pass the test and had no gift of channeling. She returned to her home and moped.

On her 20th nameday, a thought struck her. She decided that if she couldn't be an Aes Sedai, she would go for the next best thing. That day, she marched to the Tower and put her name down to enlist with the Warders. Yes, Talim, the brat from down the street, was becoming a Warder.

So, I finally got around to finishing the last post I needed for my soldier requirements, and I'm DONE!

Here- http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,33749.msg875239.html#msg875239 - is my progress report

Ze'el jumped slightly after being interrupted from his Weaving. He breifly noted that the Storm Leader came back, and complimented them all on their acomplishment. Well, he complimented Gerrin, and kind of nodded at the rest of them. Ze'el sneered mentally at the man's obvious favoritism, before he mentally rolled his eyes. He didn't care what the Storm Leader thought about him, he just wanted the training that the man continued to give. He learned a few usefully offensive weaves, such as grenade, and he learned the basic weaves of fire. Unfortunately, it seemed like many of the weaves he learned were useless at his level of skill.

Ze'el knew that he was weaker in the One Power than the other men. He was overall weaker, and he didn't have one particular element that he excelled in. The other men around him either were just stronger or at least were tallented in one or two elements. Likewise, he was less adept with the Source than the rest of the men. Overall there was no doubt that he would not overcome any of his peers, in the blade or the Power. However, Ze'el reminded himself that even though he was weak compared to other channelers, he was still much stronger than the average person, and the Taint was a fair price.

Ze'el ignored the sickening, oily, feeling of the Taint, and continued practicing even as they were dismissed. The other soldiers had an advantage over him, and he wouldn't allow that advantage to remain. He practiced the Fireball weave over and over, until he realized that it would be foolish to continue for much longer. He was covered in a veil of sweat, and he needed to stop to recuperate. Frowing, Ze'el resolved to do as well as he could to master this power inside of him.

Well, do I?

OOC: *blush* oh look, I've been putting this off for a month... yeah... I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen, sorry everyone

IC: Chaos. It was the best word that could describe the situation. The Black Tower started out well, organizing themselves into legions, but it didn't hold up for long. Ever since they stepped through the gates, the unease could be felt buzzing through the air. The men all followed eachother like sheep, uneasily shifting along, following their commander. They could see the huge storm vaguely in the distance, although it was slowly dissapating, and they could imagine the sounds of battle. However they themselves were very cozy, and in no way in danger.

It was the anticipation that truely ate at them. If you threw the men into battle, they would fight, and they would fall back on their training and not panic. The nervousness in these men, however, slowly ate them away. All it would take was one spark, and the entire legion would fall into panic. Ze'el relished the tension and near-panic. Truly these men were all fools, they boasted about their bravery when they were safe in the Inn, talking about how they would kill countless shadowspawn when the time came. He could see those same people now, sweating, showing signs of hysteria beginning to creep in. Men were jumping at the smallest of noises, many men nearly blowing eachother up in their panic.

Ze'el was one of the only ones that stayed calm, carefully observing everything, including his own comrades. He was loath to admit it, but he felt a little anxious... everything was calm... too calm. Especially for an area drenched in battle. A few people joked around, nervously attempting to disperce the atmosphere surrounding them, but the answering laughs were just as nervous. A few audible gulps were heard when the Attack Leader commanded them to make Gateways. Ze'el stepped cautiously into the city; he knew he wasn't strong enough in the One Power or a blade to survive open warfare... he would have to use his brain. Either way, Ze'el was determined survive, one way or another.