I have to do all the reqs etc.  My WY char Perivar is Arafellin so there may be a little tension between the two.  That is if there is still trouble between the two nations?

I like it as well.  I am thinking it would be a great one for TG's who may be more likely to fight in formations and maybe Warders bonded to Greens since there is usually more than one Warder.

Name: Geirrin Hale

Rank: Soldier

Strength: 37

Skill:    28

OP score breakdown:

Fire   = 8 (8 pts)

Earth  = 8 (8 pts)

Air    = 7 (9 pts)

Water  = 6 (7 pts)

Spirit = 8 (10 pts)

           (42 of 43 pts spent)

Current stats:

Fire   = 3 (8 )

Earth  = 3 (8 )

Air    = 2 (7 )

Water  = 2 (6 )

Spirit = 3 (8 )

He stood with his hands on his knees panting from having run a lap around the wall as they were instructed to do.  Six miles it was said to be though it felt like double that.  He was a dockhand not a runner, nor was he a swordsman as he had quickly found out upon reaching "The Farm".

At the command by the Attack Leader he embraced Saidin, well he tried to embrace it.  Grimacing as if that would help, it wasn't until his fifth try that he was actually able to grab on to it still panting from the run.  Grab onto it was an understatement, it was like trying to grab onto a flapping sail in storm winds with your hands caked in grease. 

Embracing the source made him want to vomit, his body wanted to double over and spill out its contents.  The act of embracing always left a foul taste in his mouth.  Once he had hold of the source it got better and the actual weaving was a matter of forcing and fighting it to do as you wished. 

He watched with a look of amazement as training dummies formed in front of him.  He could see the weave but he could not have duplicated it if he tried.  He listened to the instructions then turned his attention to one of the dedicate who began showing him the weaves.  They were only using single elements at the moment but even that was a struggle for the newcomers.

He wove a thread of air extended it toward the dummy though the weave collapsed before reaching its target.  The weave snapped back into him giving him a small jolt.  Frustrated with himself he extended another flow which reached its destination though it only moved the dummy slightly.  His face was red as he drew on more of the power, he extended the flow of air with such force that the dummies head exploded which would have covered him in debris had the Dedicated not woven a shield to protect him.  The Dedicated nodded his approval and Geirrin wove the thread again with the same result.  He did this five times in succession then it was time for a new weave.

Next he wove another thread of air though it was more like a club or switch this time.  He tried to aim the club of air at the dummy though it took some time to learn to control its path.  His accuracy increased with each attempt until he was able to hit the general area where he aimed at least a third of the time.  One thing for certain is that he needed a lot of practice.   

The next weave was his favorite and the one he feared the most.  Fire was something that most sailors were deathly afraid of, a dry ship could go up like an illuminator's nightflower that was launched into dry grass with just a simple spark.  The weave was called a fireball, it combined two elements, fire and air.  Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his face as he struggled to form the weave.  This was his first attempt at weaving two elements.

Finally it formed though it was pathetically small, only the size of his hand this time.  Nonetheless he flung it at the dummy though it went a couple paces wide and exploded in mid air.  The next attempt produced a larger ball twice the size of the other though it dissipated before reaching the target.  He drew on more of the power, he felt his body tingle then he flung it at the dummy this time nearly missing the target.  He repeated the effort until he was able to hit the target 1 out of every 5 attempts.  Not bad he thought for a beginner though he wanted to do better.

He wiped his brow and tried to catch his breath as he listened to their instructor.  Now it was time for them to watch the Dedicated.     

Geirrin awoke in the barracks as the door boomed open followed by a man shouting for them to get up.  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he stared at the huge black coated man.

"Hurry up and get dressed, you worthless piece of meat.  Grab your practice swords and meet me outside!" the huge man yelled. "And don't try accessing the One Power because as of right now, you can't!" Of course he couldn't he thought, he hadn't yet learned, which made him ponder why he was learning the sword and not the power, had he signed the roll book for the wrong division?  He couldn't read after all, whatever the case he certainly was no swordsman? The thought vanished as the man continued to yell.

"Come on, meat, let's go already!"

Following the orders he jumped out of bed hurriedly buttoning his coat as he ran to grab one of the practice swords.  He and a few others reached the barrel that held the practice swords at the same time running into each other.  Each man tried desperately to obey the imposing man's commands as quick as possible.  Some men wore a look of terror on their faces as they glanced at the man hoping not to get called down for being too slow.

Rushing out of the barracks the cold morning air hit him like a bucket of ice cold water.  He stood there in a haphazard line shivering as the big man stood in front of the ragtag group.

"I am Asha'man Maruuch, and today you are MINE!" the man said looking at each and everyone one of the Soldiers present. Geirrin felt like the man's eyes were boring into his soul as his gaze fell on him.

"Today, you will learn how to use a sword.  You will learn the basic attack and defense.  Later on you will learn more advance techniques and even how to fight with Saidin at your disposal." With a visible sigh of relief, Geirrin at least knew he was in the right place at the man's mention of Saidin, the male half of the one power.

Just then one of the soldiers that had arrived with him spoke "Ummm Asha'man Maruuch, I don't know about the rest, but I know how to use a sword.  I learned in the....." The Soldier was cut off as the Asha'man came barrelling towards him.

"What?  You learned in the Army of your home?"Asha'man Maruuch said sarcastically and he knew the soldier was in for it.  Why had the fool opened his mouth? "Alright, puke, you think you know how to use the sword, attack me." The Soldier didn't move as the instructor looked at him.  "Well come on, maggot!  If you can beat me, you can go back to bed!" The Soldier finally took a step forward and raised his practice sword.  "Fool" Geirrin spoke to himself.  The soldier advanced with a quick swing to Maruuch's left.  Maruuch simply blocked the swing but with such force, it knocked the Soldier off balance.  The Soldier tried one more swing, but the Asha'man caught his wrist, and forcefully turned the arm.  The Soldier passed out before his practice sword hit the ground.  As it unfolded Geirrin could feel himself trying to stand straighter, anything so as not to be called down by the huge man.

Still holding the limp Soldier, Asha'man Maruuch turned his attention back to the other Soldier's. "As I was saying, you WILL learn the proper techniques in using a sword.  NOW LINE UP!"

The huge man's voice shook them visibly as they struggled to line up in a manner that was acceptable to the huge man.  He had never seen such looks of terror before and hoped that he did not look as terrified as the others but he was certain that he did.  He stood in line as straight and still as he could manage.

"The Farm" they called it though it must have been a joke, this was no farm that Geirrin had ever seen or heard of for that matter.  "The Farm" was like a small bustling city.  His senses were on overload, the din of daily operations were significantly louder than the busiest day on the docks in his small fishing village.  He was completely overwhelmed.

As he scanned the area it seemed like "The Farm" was undergoing some serious growth.  Everywhere he looked there was new construction though something odd struck him.  There were laborers and camp followers going about task which included physical labor but everywhere he saw a black coated man it was much different.  Ooh they were certainly laboring but not with their hands.  Large stones were lifted and set in place, timbers were cut, beams or nails hammered into place but none of it done by hand?  What in the light?

So it is more than just calling lighting or creating a flame he thought.  He was amazed, he stood there with his mouth agape, staring at all the black coated men going about their tasks as if he were an idiot.  He had only made it a few steps inside the gate and there he stood motionless like a statue. 

A loud voice shook him forcing him to turn his attention to a light haired man in a black coat who was slightly shorter than Geirrin.  By his tone and the look on his face, Geirrin must not have heard the man's earlier attempts to get his attention.  "Are you here as a laborer, or for training, or are you just some fool who somehow found his way here for the light knows why?"

"Tra..Training" was all he could say, staring at the pin on the collar of his greeter's coat.  A sword, he wondered what it signified but he could not form the words to ask the question.  The man pointed towards a building with a simple command "In there"

He continued to scan everything in sight as he hurried to the building which was pointed out to him.  As he approached the door to the building opened though nobody had laid a hand on it.  A black coated man on the porch several strides from the door had a wide grin on his face.  He nodded to Geirrin affirming the unspoken question that was plain on his Geirrin's face.  He was in awe, what was next, would one of them fly he thought.

He stepped through the doorway and heard the door shut behind him knowing that no hand had reached to shut it.  The one power he thought, the men who tested him said there were many wonders but this young uneducated fisherman's son had never thought it could be so.  Taking a few steps into the room he looked about as his eyes struggled to adjust from the brightness outside...   

Who still needs their initial OP scores?

*Raises hand*

Char: Geirrin Hale

Thanks!

Thanks Tig and Syl! That's my char unfortunately it seems I botched the copying / pasting a bit and it lost some of its format from MS word to e-mail.

If I don't get FL approval soon I may have to officially cut ties with my family and denounce my very minor noble birth status.  ;D

wasnt there talk that training would be in retro to the clense anyhow or am i just dilusional again

That would be great if it was, can't wait to start my training.

*Cheers*

Then remembers that his BT bio hasn't been approved yet...

All this sounds good to me, can't wait to join in.

No problem.

 

*grimaces at all the spelling mistakes I made and didn't see earlier*

haha I do that all the time.  I know it is back asswards but I don't proofread my posts until after I hit the post/submit button.  It really hurts on forums that don't allow you to edit your posts. :-[

Yeah I was reading about the cleansing.  So I'll have to get my crazy self in before that and experience the taint so I can truly appreciate the cleansing.  ;) 

Thanks for the response Tigara!

Just out of curiousity how exactly are the OP scores decided upon.  I know or at least think I read that they are somehow based on your bio.  Is their some kind of guide that the person assigning the scores follows or is it a roll of the dice or some other way?

Thanks!

Once my bio gets approved I'll take you up on that offer.

Just wanted to stop in and say hi!  I submitted a bio to join you crazy people in black coats, if you didn't get my e-mail just let me know and I'll resend it (for some reason my e-mails don't always get to their destination).  I also signed up to your google groups.

Hopefully my bio will get approved and I can begin training / advancing my character. Well that's about it for now, I look forward to RP'ing with you all.

I'll definately take you up on the offer once my bio gets approved and I post my intro thread.

Thanks Eqwina, glad it made it through that time!

Thanks Talavin!

just checked our e-mail for bios and the regular staff e-mail.  We aint got a bio from ya my friend, if ya would please try re-e-mailing it.

 

warders.bios@gmail.com

 

Anyway, hope to see it soon.

 

Corwin

ADL

I doubled checked the e-mail and it was the same.  I re-sent it so hopefully yhis one makes it through.

Thanks!

Thanks, I went and posted a brief hello thread.

Well I submitted my bio for Perivar, my wannabee Tower Guard someday wants to be a warder character and am awaiting approval so I can begin RP'ing with him.  He is a young Arafellin (yes with the braids and bells and all)of 16 years who was sent to Tar Valon along with a host of other borderlanders to bolster the Tower Guard.  Once he receives the proper training he will hopefully become the faithful warder of an Aes Sedai.

So I've been a follower of WoT series for roughly 10 years. I have been a lurker on the DM forums for years just never posted or got involved here for some stupid reason.  Anyway I enjoy gaming and RP so I figured I would make up a character and join you all.

Cheers!

Submitted a bio for Perivar, my tower guard / warder wannabee on the 19th.  Just waiting for approval.  Is there something else I should be doing other than reading all the info on the http://www.aliciawilkerson.com/warders site while I wait?