No, that that sets the stage quite well.  So I get to be the guinea pig, great!  ::)

Thanks Arath!

I usually try to get my DM stuff wrapped up on Friday, since I usually go out on Saturday and on Sunday I am usually busy with the kids until early evening, but as the other equally adorable Crystal said ;) It is football season which means even Sunday's are out!

Speaking of football, your team took out Brady early in the game and still couldn't beat them...  ::)

Perivar rose an eyebrow at the greeting Carina gave then returned the bow in the Malkieri tradition.  He had spent the last two and a half years having the Borderland customs beaten out of him so often that it took him by surprise.  The girl did not have the look about her.  Perhaps a book or something she learned at the Tower.

While Carina spoke he thought that Selene was going to burst from the effort at not talking over her friend.  He smiled at Melenis as Carina took Selene's arm and turned her towards NightDancer's stall.  It seemed as if the girl wanted to break free and begin a new barrage of questions.  Perivar stepped out of the stable for a moment and returned with something in each hand that he kept behind his back as he waited patiently for the girls to return.   

Geirrin arrived the next morning refreshed.  Fortunately for him he found one of the serving girls more than willing to massage his sore muscles and let him steal a few kisses.  Naris had always been kind to him and she was pretty to boot.  Without realizing what he was doing he had taken off his black coat and donned the vest and apron that the blacksmiths wore.

Geirrin embraced the source, it was like having to stick your head through a midden heap to find the pure water underneath though the smell of the midden heap remained.  Everything was enhanced while holding Saidin though the taint was always present.  The taint had no noticeable effects when he released the source though life seemed dull when he was not holding Saidin.

Geirrin wove a flow if air picking up the bar of steel.  Wove was what they called it but is was more like he pushed, pulled, and struggled with it.  Geirrin placed the bar in the coals though he did not need to.  He could easily have channeled flows of fire directly into the bar though he was at least trying to do some things traditionally.  Directing flows into the coals he waited until the bar became yellow-hot.  He pulled it out and laid it on the anvil.  Channeling earth he created a smith's hammer then grabbed it up with flows of air and began flattening the bar.  Geirrin flattened the bar then wove flows of fire to cut the steel forming the tang which would be covered by wood to make the handles.  Once it was cut he quenched the metal then ground the edges sharp.  Geirrin ran a finger across the blade and was satisfied with the sharp edge.

Geirrin placed the knife blade aside then started on another one.  He was finished by midday.  With his black coat back on he decided to head for the tavern.  Perhaps Naris would be up for more kisses today.  After that he would head to the stables and go for a ride.  Learning to ride a horse was one of the many things he had never done before coming to the farm.

((For timeline sake this will be after the Inter-Div RP with the CotS))

Geirrin strapped on his sword belt as he looked around the barracks.  Nothing there held the answers for what he would face today.  All he was told is that he was to duel an Asha'man with the one power.  That was all he knew.  He had no idea who he was to face off against just that is was an Asha'man.  The sword at his side was purely ornamental at this point though they were required to wear it all times.  This is the day where it would be decided if he were worthy of being an Asha'man.  Butterflies the size swans seemed to be fluttering around his stomach.

Geirrin left the barracks walking with a purpose as he made his way to the training grounds.  He ran through all of the offensive and defensive weaves that he new.  Thought on which ones were more practical on a single target as opposed to multiple ones.  He glanced up at the sky.  It was overcast, dark clouds danced across the sky threatening to dump a deluge of rain upon them.  He pushed the thoughts about the weather away and went back to thinking on the weaves.

Geirrin reached the specified spot of the training grounds noticing the clump of black coated men assembled to watch.  One of that cluster would be his partner for the duel.  Which one he thought to himself.  He scanned the faces, some he knew by name and some not.  Geirrin stood there rigidly ready to receive his instructions and learn who he would face.

I can't seem to find one that has already been RP'd so:

What are the rules if any?

Are there weaves we are restricted from using (Obviously we don't want any unexpected deaths or serious injuries), If so what are they?

Is there an example of one on the forums?  If so where, cause I can't find it?

Any help is greatly appreciated.

Are we sending anyone???

Drager stepped back as blade met blade.  He had no doubt of the man's worth.  He had not shown any bad habits and had countered Drager's attacks with the appropriate forms.  Kynwric had shown no sign of tiring so therw was no use dragging this on unnecessarily.

One more round should give the others enough to judge him.  Drager feigned the overhead strike Wind and Rain then shifted into The River Undercuts the Bank seeking to cut below Kynwric's shield though the man easily danced back so that Drager's sword cut at the wind.  Kynwric flowed into The Rose Unfolds goin for his sword arm again so that he had to change his intended direction to parry the blow with Moon Rises Over the Water.  They danced the forms then danced them some more without either gaining a noticeable advantage.  Drager had felt something strike his vambrace once or twice but was unsure whether it was blade or shield that had made contact.  Either way he was not injured, at least not seriously.  Kynwric looked no worse for wear.

On and on they danced, this time Drager did not feign Wind and Rain following through with the quick overhand strikes, several in succession.  All of them beat harmlessly on Kynwric's shield and those that did not were deflected by his sword.  Once again he tried the The River Undercuts the Bank though Kynwric had it covered so he tried The Courtier Taps His Fan with the same result.  Kynwric followed with Dandelion in the Wind forcing Drager to take step back to avoid the blade coming at his throat. 

Drager used The Swallow Rides the Air to gain some seperation between them then resumed his hanging guard with Lion on the Hill.  There was no denying that the other man was fast and knew his forms.  Drager had seen enough but it was up to the others.  If they wished to see more then he would continue.  He called over his shoulder.  "I believe he is ready."  Drager remained in his guard waiting on the others to speak up. 

*bows*  Thank You!  ;D

Yes the world would be a better place if everyone had some Perivar in their inbox.  ;)

Why does the WY grind to a screeching hault every weekend? Does everyone just pack up and go on vaccation? *poke*

Because some people have lives...

<--- No life...well actually I am coaching soccer now but I will still be around a bunch.

Drager waited and was pleased to see that Kynwric did not carelessly jump into an all out assault.  He did not expect the man to fall for it yet he had to attempt to bait him.  It was not his job to make the man fail though it was his responsibility to test him, to make sure he was worthy.  It was not an accolade that Drager took lightly.  It would dishonor those that came before them and those who currently held the title of Blademaster if they just gave it away.  For that reason he would test the man as best as he was able.

Drager shifted his body with maximum efficiency as Kynwric circled to the left in The Creeper Embraces the Oak.  Drager studied his opponent for any opening and the man was doing the same with him.  Again he took in the light armor knowing the man could be slightly faster as a result.  The dance continued until Kynwric lashed out with Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose.  Drager's hanging guard was more for overhead defense so he moved his shield just enough to deflect the thrust without creating other openings.  As soon as Kynwric had completed the thrust he returned to Lion on the Hill.  Drager immediately feigned a strongside slash though quickly changed direction in The Kingfisher takes a Silverback, a downward stab meant for either the abdomen or the thigh.  He knew the abdomen would not be exposed so he had gone for the thigh.  As his blade was deflected he easily brought it back up into the guard position.

Many warriors made the mistake of leaving themselves open when they attacked which was the reason for Drager's attempt.  As he expected Kynwric's shield effortlessly deflected the downward thrust.  Drager had been right, the man was quicker than he but Drager was methodical.  His heavy armor would allow him to risk a few openings though his main advantage would be if the man needlessly wore himself out.  As they circled each other Drager quickly lashed out with Dandelion in the Wind, the horizontal blow aimed for the man's throat... 

Perivar nodded respectfully as Master Kynwric responded and Kabria guided Blade over to join them.  A few questions and commments came to mind.  "If I may..."  He waited for their nods before speaking.  "I agree that an ambush is best, but do you think we can get ahead of them without being spotted?  We would have to ride hard to get ahead of them and we will certainly leave a dust trail.  Is there a weave to mask that?"  His eyes went from Loraine Sedai to Kabria as they would know best. 

He waited for them to respond before continuing.  "The problem with three of them is figuring out which one is linked to the Trollocs.  Perhaps all three are linked though I have never heard of it.  It could be that each fade controls a third of the Trollocs though we won't know until we face them.  If the ward holds them in place then that is one less thing for us to worry about."  Perivar glanced at the ground, he was not sure himself and did not envy Master Kynwric or Loraine Sedai for the decision was theirs to make and they would feel the weight of it. 

"Either way we have to do something, I am ready for whatever you decide."  He looked to Kabria and tried to smile though he was not sure that it reached his face.  He would do what had to be done but he was not willing to lose her.   

Thanks Jehaine but it has to be an Ashie with the OP though traditional weapons can be included.  Ooh and I think Martyn would spank Geirrin from the farm to the Aryth Ocean.  Thank you though!  ;)

@ Kura - I will take you up on the offer.  I need it for the Duel an Ashie Req.  I have no idea how it is supposed to play out or what weaves are forbidden if any but I would love to get started.  Thanks!

The silence dragged on as Loraine Sedai and Master Kynwric.  He couldn't take it anymore.  Looking into her eyes he broke the silence "Kabria I am not trying to coddle you.  I just want you to be careful, I want you to survive that is all.  I am not saying that I know more than you, far from it.  I am just trying to pass along anything that may keep you alive.  I love you more than anything and I don't want to see you hurt.  I know your passion, I know you are a strong woman but I will not refrain from telling you something that may aid you one day."  He locked eyes with her so that she knew his words were true.

Perivar stopped fingering the ring and put his hand back in his gauntlet.  He leaned over kissing her gently on her forehead.  He wavered there a moment the sweet scent of her hair filling him.  "I love you" he said softly for her ears alone.

He slowly guided NightDancer towards Master Kynwric and Loraine Sedai.  He did not know exactly what they where discussing but he thought he had a very good idea.  He nodded respectfully to both of them "Forgive me for interrupting.  I know what we face will be tough to handle but perhaps there is a way.  If I can create a diversion to get most of the Trollocs away from the clearing it should give you three a chance to handle the Fades.  As much as it pains me to say it I know that I hold the least value here.  If I can draw enough of the Trollocs away then you should have a chance at least of freeing the prisoners.  Maybe I will even be able to pull one of the Fades from the pack.  I can try to lose them and return without them if possible though it may be that I will be returning with them hard on my trail.  If not then I will do whatever you need of me."  He waited patiently as the thought on his words.

Yes your team has been a thorn in our side for the past couple of years.  That Crosby - Malkin combo is a tough one to defend against.

Drager offered Kynwric a nod in response to his words.  Unfolding the Fan Drager offered Kynwric a salute with his sword then in Cat Crossing the Courtyard he closed the distance stopping a few paces away.  He took on the form Lion on the Hill, his shield in his left hand and his sword in right though instead of his blade being vertical he held it horizontal in a hanging guard.

"Well Kynwric Gaidin, let us see if you are worthy."  His words were not haughty, they were just spoken as a matter of fact.  Even though Drager had not followed the path of a Warder he still had respect for them.  It took a certain kind of person to devote yourself to a single Aes Sedai.  Fought the shadow and lived the man had said and there was no doubt in Drager's mind that the man had done just that.

Drager sat in his guard like a turtle in his shell intent on forcing Kynwric to make the first move...   

I like Hockey . . .

Me too, I am a Philadelphia Flyers fan.  I also play both roller and ice hockey occasionally.

So i finally found a Civilian job, at a Call Centre for T Mobile. . . and it's utterly depressing lol

Sorry, keep your head up.  There are plenty of other opportunities out there.

To duel with me please!

Anyone interested?

Geirrin returned the next day bright and early with a pile of planks to make the barrels.  Outside it was pouring and he could hear thunder in the distance.  It might have been natural or one of the Asha'man playing with the weather.  Either way it was a good day to be inside. 

The forges were already fired up which helped to take the chill out of the air.  In another hour or two it would be almost unbearably hot inside the smithy even though it was only walled on two sides.  Geirrin picked up two pieces of the wood that would form the barrel and studied them deciding what weave he would use.

Geirrin experimented with different weaves.  What he found worked best was a modification of the shaping weave.  He wove flows of earth with a touch of fire just so into the two pieces of wood until they were fused together.  No one but a male channeler would be able to see that there had once been a seam there.  To others it would appear as one solid piece.  When the barrel was formed Geirrin picked up two of the barrel bands which he had made yesterday.  He floated them over on flows over air then laid one over the barrel.  With flows of earth and fire he wove them into the band so that it fused together tightly around the barrel.  He did not think they were necessary except for ornamentation.

Geirrin made four more barrels the same way.  When he was finished he gave them a satisfied nod and saw the blacksmith staring at him.  The man smiled which was rare as he said "If you keep progressing like you are I think in a few more months I will be out of a job."  Geirrin returned his smile saying "I doubt that Master Hamm, this is only temporary but I do enjoy it.  "What's next?" He asked the blacksmith.

Master Hamm had selected a small bar of steel then showed Geirrin how to make a simple butcher's knife.  He said he had an order from the inn for ten of them.  "Nothing fancy mind just something serviceable."  Geirrin nodded taking the bar of steel with tongs of air.  Master Hamm shook his head then shrugged as the bar came out of his hand.  The man had seen him channel often enough but he had never been touched by a weave before.  The man simply returned to his work as if it were a daily occurrence. 

Geirrin set the bar down and released the source.  He felt his muscles knotting up from the constant use of the power.  Just because he was doing the work with saidin did not mean that he did not feel the physical exertion from it.  Geirrin removed the leather vest and apron then hung them on the hooks.  He took his black coat from an adjacent hook then put it on buttoning it up to the high necked collar.  It was time again to go to the tavern for a meal and a mug of ale.  Perhaps one of the serving girls would be interested in massaging his back and arms...

In order to effectively pull off the bonding between the BT and WT Chars,  perhaps we should form an OOC delegation to meet with representatives from the WT Div to discuss the parameters and iron out how this will work.  Then each group can return to the DL or appointed staff member with the information.  Any issues will be brought back to the delegation to iron out then be returned to the DL for approval.

I for one would really like to see this happen both for personal reasons as well as for the future of the BT.  If we decide to do it we should make sure that our representatives are both committed to it and are active on the forums.  It would be an insult to the WT for us to offer this up and not put in the appropriate effort to see it through. 

We can discuss the issues such as the ones that Covai brought up as well as others and compile a list as to who is interested on both sides.  Then we could post the list of those interested in each forum and let the owners of the BT and WT chars talk with whomever they are interested in.  The only way this is going to work is if we properly prepare for it ahead of time.  I will volunteer to join this group if we decide to form one.

I would say at least 2 but no more than 3 on each side.  Too few makes leaves too much chance for something to be missed, more than 3 would make it inefficient and difficult to manage.  Just my 2 marks worth.

The walls and workbenches held all types of tools.  Hammers, tongs, anvils, and files in all shapes and sizes.  Some of the equipment Geirrin would be using though for the rest he would rely on saidin.  Everything the did revolved around the use of saidin and this was no different.  Geirrin looked around the shop picking up a few of the tools inspecting them as he decided what he would make.

Geirrin seized saidin letting it fill him.  The taint as always made him want to sick up, it was always there yet he had learned to live with it.  Aside from the taint holding saidin was wonderful.  With a flow of air Geirrin picked up a bar of iron and thrust it into the coals.   He fed flows of fire into the coals increasing the amount of fire until the iron became yellow-hot just shy of white. 

With another flow of air Geirrin lifted the bar of iron and laid it on the anvil.  With the same flow of air he held it in place then he created another flow of air which he used as a club to strike the iron bar flat.  Occasionally as the iron cooled Geirrin would direct a flow of fire into the iron to make it yellow-hot again.  Once it reached the proper color he would begin beating at it with the flow of air.  He continued the process until the entire bar was flat. 

Next he channeled a flow of water drawing it from the appropriate barrel to quench the flat iron strap.  The iron hissed as the water made contact and steam rose into the air.  Geirrin glanced at the grinding wheels though he chose to use flows of earth to grind the edges.  When he was done he had a halfway decent iron strap that would go around the wooden slats of a barrel to keep it together. 

Geirrin started the process over.  When he was finished for the day he had made ten iron straps which would be enough to make five barrels.  He felt exhausted and thought that he must have lost ten pounds from the effort.  Now seemed like the perfect time for a meal and a mug of ale.

Perivar tried to reassure her that he understood.  He tried to protest when she blamed herself yet she kept on.  He could not imagine her having any downfalls.  He knew she could have a sharp tongue when something upset her but he thought she was being hard on herself.  In his eyes she was perfect, quicksilver temper, sharp tongue and all.  He loved her unconditionally.

“Please, can you bring me the book from my saddle bags, there is something I want to show you.”  Perivar thought nothing of it though for some reason a sad smile had formed on his face unbeknownst to him.  Of course he would get it for her, he would do anything for her.  He left the study then walked along the balcony to the ramp.  He did not not even notice the view, he simply walked with a purpose.  Perivar retrieved the book though he didn't open it.  It could be personal so he carried it up to the study.

Perivar opened the door then closed it behind him with his foot.  He started to speak though all that escaped was "What..." With all the gracefullness of a lummox he stumbled dropping her book to the floor. 

Perivar stood gaping at what stood before him.  There stood Kabria near the desk, leaning casually against the chair.  The only thing covering her naked body was a book which she seemed to be idly studying.  Much to his shame, he stared at her body.  Nothing he could do could make him take his eyes from her.  He willed his feet to move so that she did not become uncomfortable under his gaze but it required all of his strength to do so. 

Perivar thought that his hands were shaking as he approached her though he could not look at them.  Nothing in his power could make him look away from her.  His eyes drank her in.  This was not the body of a girl, it was the fully developed body of a woman.  A woman more beautiful than any that he had ever laid eyes on.  She looked like a Goddess.  Something escaped his lips as he reached her "More beautiful than I ever imagined."

Perivar wrapped his arms around her kissing her passionately.  His hands drifted as they explored her body.  His senses were on overload to the point where he thought he would burst.  He began unbuttoning his coat though her hands took over.  Pulling his coat off she let it drop to the floor.  He lifted his arms, in between kisses she lifted his shirt over his head then let it fall next to the coat.  Her fingers ran along his chest and his body tingled.  He glanced at the desk, one swipe of his hand would remove the clutter then he could lay her on the desk though something stopped him.  It seemed too crude, he did not want her regretting this though he had to admit that the urge to take her there and now was strong.  It was almost more than he could handle. 

Perivar gently picked her up walking to the bedchamber as he continued to passionately kiss her lips.  He kicked open the door.  The fireplace was lit and had taken the chill from the room.  The rose pedals strewn on the floor from the doorway to the canopied bed then on the bed as well.  The candles offering just enough light from their flickering glow.  It all seemed perfect and he hoped she saw it the same way.  The feel of her in his arms, her soft lips, her womanly form, it was beyond what he could have dreamt of. 

Perivar kicked the door then carried her to the bed.  The door clicked shut behind them, what happened inside was only for the two of them to know and share with each other. 

Kabria almost had a stubborn set to her shoulders like she was going to refuse to show him.  She was guarding it as if it were a personal treasure.  She took him by the hand leading him over to sit beneath one of the trees.  He was so intent on drinking her in, so focused on her touch that he could not have said what tree they sat beneath for all the gold in the world.  At the moment she was all that mattered.  His eyes went to her hands as she set the blue linen between them.  He watched as she carefully unwrapped the linen.  He realized that he was grinning from ear to ear with anticipation.

Perivar's eyes popped as they fell on the most beautiful ring he had ever laid eyes on.  A circle of gold carved with roses all the way around.  His hand trembled as she held it out to him.  Perivar was amazed at the detail, the craftmanship was beyond compare.  Her words touched him, the sweet musical sound of her voice resonating in his ears.

His face paled, not from what she thought but from the weight of receiving such a beautiful gift.  He felt unworthy though he could feel his eyes welling up as he thought how fortunate he was to have her.  Light he could not recall the last time he cried before coming to the Tower yet in her presence he must have done it almost half a dozen times. 

"I.."  "You shouldn't have..."  His hands were still trembling as he held it gently between his fingers.  The sunlight glinted off it so that it appeared to sparkle.  He had to work moisture into his mouth so he could talk.  "It..It is gorgeous, I have never seen another ring as magnificent as this.  Your words and the meaning behind the gift are more than I am worthy of, more than I deserve.  You do not know how much this means to me."  He gently cradled the ring in his hand as he leaned in to kiss her.  The embrace left him nearly breathless.

"I don't even know which finger I should put it on."  He looked down at his trembling hands as if they held the answer then looked to Kabria hoping that she knew.  Light his hands never trembled, never except when he was with her.  Everything about her was so perfect that at times it made him nervous.  Like she was a Goddess and he an ugly frog.

Perhaps we may even meet some out of division people to RP with.  Perhaps we should all go?  The four of us I mean not the whole BT.