*Insert Wolfkin sitting on sideline eating popcorn and chuckling*

Believe me when I say that a lot of what you said really does have some credence to it. There is a lot of stuff that myself and the staff are doing to attempt to fix the problems, and its taking longer than we want it to.

The structure will come in time, hopefully sooner than later, but yeah.

And while OOC instruction in threads is nice, I tend to not use them, they take away from the immersion in my eyes.

We're active...ish.

To be honest we could use more people, but that is just a standard rule, there is always room for more voices in RP.

Hey everyone, so unfortunately Arath our Black Tower RGL has decided to step down, and we're now looking for a replacement :3

Any prospective candidates will be expected to have signed the Code of Conduct (it can be found at the top of this board) and also to have familiarised themselves with the responsibilities of an RP Group Leader as outlined in said Code.

You will have full responsibility for the day to day running of the RP Group, including but not limited to the following activities:

- appointing and monitoring of internal Staff
- welcoming and interacting with RP Group Members
- updating of all relevant Google Documents related to the RP Group
- attending PSW Staff meetings
- reporting regularly to the PSW Admins
- encouraging new role plays
- monitoring Bio submissions
- conflict resolution
- liaising with other RP Group Leaders and PSW Staff


An interest in and enthusiasm for the Black Tower is expected. It would be preferred that any applicants either have an existing BT character or intend to create one. Please include in your application how many hours per week you have available, what skills/abilities you have that are relevant to the position, what you believe you have to offer to the BT and any ideas you have for the RP Group.

Applications should be sent to me at winter@dragonmount.com and Tay at Tay@dragonmount.com by lets say October 12th. The closing date may be brought forward if sufficient applications are received. This will ensure that one or both of us see it and the process goes quickly and smoothly. 

Please direct any other enquiries about the position to either Tay or Winter.

Best I can offer at this time is the discription in the "Roleplay in the PSW: A Step by Step guide" which is as follows:

What is the Dragon Reborn Portal Stone World?

Our Portal Stone World is very similar to the world of the books written by Robert Jordan. It allows role plays to take place in a time where the Dragon Reborn is discovering himself and preparing the world for The Last Battle. However, it is not identical. Events have transpired rather differently (or have not even happened at all), main characters in the books do not exist and if they do, it's in an altered form. Think of our world as an alternative reality, another possibility... a "might have been".

Any concept in the books is yours to explore. Want to become an Aiel Wise One or a warrior of a mighty society? Or join the Band of the Red Hand and roll the die? Do you desire to have the power of Saidar or tainted Saidin at your finger tips? Your path might lead you to the White Tower or the Black Tower. Protect and serve as a Bonded Warded of the mysterious Aes Sedai.

Sail the seas in a Sea Folk vessel or set a long handle on your axe and explore the world outside the Ogier Stedding. Maybe you long for some Seanchan exotics. Will you be a holder of the leash or the leashed one? Or command the Hailene as one of the Blood? The Great Game in the courts of the Westland is yours to master as are the roads as a traveling Freelander, such as Peddler or a Gleeman.

Root out evil from the land in the shiny white armour of the Children of the Light. Or become a one that they hunt, a darkfriend with sinister plots. Roam with the wolves in the wilderness and the Dreamworld and become one of their kin.

 

Other than that, unfortunately, we are still working on a more comprehensive description for the Timeline, as well as a more centralized timeline to give to the community.

That is, for the time being, the best I can give you in regards to the timeline.

Kat lost internet. Hmmm..

So, the Assistant Admin and the Assistant RGL are helping.

So really.

How can we be of Assistance :D

We also have no information on the time around 300NE in our timeline, and our timeline is separate from the book series (It was one of the conditions for the world existing), and thus a lot of what you are asking is a little hard to answer due to the fact we cannot go off of the books for more than simple guidelines.

For questions reguarding the WT, I'd keep talking to Kathleen.

As for the Children, well so far as I can tell we have not had a rebellion in their area, and as we do not have a RP leader for them at the moment I will have to defer to/ask my boss about this, but until then just assume no rebellions.

The Darkfriend Ratio might be able to be discussed though, if you adjust your years a little, with the CotS RGL, who is Liitha.

Other than that I cannot answer your questions, though if you have any more I would be happy to help as I am the Assistant RP Admin here on Dragonmount :3

Also, for number 6 that would be a rather large no. Firearms have not been invented, and likely will not be.

Edit: Also, we are in about 1,000 NE, as the timeline I have goes up to November of that year with the major events being the bonding of the Aes Sedia and the Black coats, as well as the bowl of winds.

"Good morning, Jon," Rhya's answer was quick, but not cold,  "Your offer would sound just fine any other day but I have too much to do at the moment I'm afraid. Aislyn has informed me that...."

Another wanderer coming over stopped the other Wolfkin short, allowing Jon to chuckle and respond.

"I hope I am not in trouble with her Rhya, I swear I didn't track mud or dirt into the Infirmary again or anything." His tone was joking, if only a little. It had happened before, him and his companion, Forest Shadow, tracking mud or something else into building when they visited after playing perhaps a little too roughly. After the first time it had happened he had made sure to wash up and dust himself off before offering himself as a volunteer there.

"The very person! Do come and join us, Jace. I was about to go looking for you next. You've saved me a hunt." Rhya said with a smile. And Jon could not help but chuckle again because the other wanderer looked like a deer caught then let go by a pack. Dumbfounded and quite confused.

"Better run Master Jace. Rhya here was looking for us, can only mean trouble." This was of course a joke, though likely it'd come and bite him in the tail, if not from Rhya herself than from Forest. Oh, how Forest loved to chide him on how he treated others. One would almost think he was raised by Two-legs! Of course, he had been, but as Forest often pointed out that was hardly his fault.

"As I was saying to Jon, Aislyn tells me that you both urgently need a lesson in the Wolf Dream. Owen's rather taken up with Ranger business so I've offered to teach you the basics. Meet me at the Ranger Barracks tonight once it's dark. You won't have to bring anything except yourself. Oh...and I suggest you get plenty of exercise for the remainder of the day," Her smile almost causes Winter to believe his earlier statement of 'there shall be trouble.' Dream training though sounded like it would be fun, so for now he wouldn't worry. "Falling asleep on demand is somewhat difficult the first few times you try it and if you can't sleep, there'll be no lesson in dreamwalking. Any questions?" 

Opining his mouth to ask a question Jon quickly closes it again, thinking better than to ask one now. Later, perhaps, when they were actually in the training, as his questions all pertained to that.

"No? Excellent." Rhya then left, giving them no room for argument, questions or attempts to flee.

Sighing Jon looked over to the man he had just been introduced to only for the new 'kin to speak.

"Well, I better go tire myself out. See you in a bit and very nice to meet you!" He then offered his hand, which Jon accepted and shook, before the young man walked off.

Left suddenly alone and now in need to tire himself out so he could sleep on demand later, Jon decided to put the sword he had just finished tending to use by practicing his sword in the Rangers' training yard. Standing up he headed off in that direction, wondering if he should tell Forest about the training or not. It was the -wolf dream- after all, she would probably know, or figure it out, if he was there and have no end of fun calling him a witless pup as he stumbled around in what was unknown territory for him.

Reaching the training yard, Jon practiced his sword slowly, deliberately thinking out each swing, each thrust, and each parry against imaginary foes. Of course, at first it was not that tiring, but going slow enough, the weight of the sword soon became heavier than a boulder. As the sun started to set Jon put his sword away, sweat dripping from his face. He was tired and ready to pass out on demand but forced himself to have a wash and clean up before presenting himself to Rhya.

He finally wandered in the direction of the Barracks, and before too long found the meeting place with Rhya already there awaiting their arrival.

"So," he began, with a weary smile, "what's next?"  

At least she doesn't bite.

Hard.

Often.

On second thought, might want to wear body armor around Tay.

:3 I love my boss, can ya tell?

Well, your a member now :3

Have you been added to the Black Tower group yet :3 or shall I do it?

Tay has lost reply boxes, so bear with her :3

Jonathan Winterwinds sat on a bench outside the Hole in the Wall relaxing after spending the majority of his morning in the Infirmary aiding with the chores around there. It was the least he could do after taking up a bed there for as long as he had. While he sat he sharpened his sword, slowly, and with a slightly more practiced hand then when he had first chosen the blade.

He had taken care of it all this time, keeping it sharp, and practiced in his spare time. Though the spare time was far and few between these days, and Owen was rarely able to teach classes on swordsmanship, nor were many others around the Stedding. In fact, save for a few people like himself, many had vanished as of late. Going to other places to do as wolves do, wander around the world, hunt, and explore for the sheer joy of being in the open air. Him and Forest though, they had stayed here and settled down for the most part. They were thinking of perhaps finding a house of their own or even building something for themselves.

Winter leaned towards the building of one. He wanted to be able to say he'd created something with his own hands, It would be more than any of his former merchant family could lay claim to, at least in his and his parents' generations. It simply would be fitting too for his new life, making his new home with his own hands.

Perhaps a nice warm fireplace for Forest to settle down in front of, with some chairs for him and guests to sit in. And books, lots of bookshelves. He had read many of the books in the Infirmary's small collection already, and he figured when he was allowed to leave the Stedding, he'd find a way to bring more books back, some for a private collection, some for others.

The sound of footsteps coming up towards the Hole in the Wall didn't immediately make him look up, but the scent that drifted over on a quick gust did.

Looking up and putting his sword back into its leather sheath he smiled at Rhya.

"Hey! Rhya, been a while since our paths last crossed. You in a hurry or would you like to stay and chat a while?" His voice was, as always, warm and happy. "If not, perhaps at a later date over lunch or something?"

And there he would sit until Rhya gave him an answer, warm smile on his face.

~Winterwinds

Friends, always fun to chat with.

This has my stamp of approval, though I do not think it needs it.

I dreamed a dream of wolfkin gone by?

I mean, sure :D!

Congrats!

At last.

now all I need to do is get Winter and Forest off their lazy bums and have them do something.

Heh, yup, I am your second in two places xD

RP admin (Now former)

and here.

Tai'Deshan.

He is...uhm...MIA I think.

Actually, we have had moments where outsiders are allowed in. Small bands of close, and I mean -close- allies. 

Like the Band for instance, they know of us, they know us, they are like our next door neighbors :D

If your next door neighbors were a massive army.

Anyway, you should perhaps shoot off an e-mail to Tay or a PM at the very least (Her access to Dragonmount is...shotty at best still), and I am sure between the two of you something fun can be made :3

Seems to be a common problem these days. A very...annoying common problem.

Soooo I posted my responce...and must now beg forgiveness for its lateness D:

The way the young man jumped when Winifred walked into the camp made her smile, oh so sweetly inside. It was not very often she got to sneak up on Wanderers like that. Usually they had been warned beforehand of her and Midnight's imminent arrival, either by the local wolves or, in rare cases, their own wolf companion. Of course, this one seemed simply too proud to ask the wolves for much help beyond what they were willing to provide him by default.

Of course, she could not fault the wolves for feeding him. No wolf would sit by for long and watch a fellow wolf, or 'kin for that matter, starve to death when they were clearly just a pup and did not have the skills required to feed themselves. Their charity though only went so far, and they were more than happy to stop so Midnight and Winifred could take him somewhere he could learn the skills he needed.

Winifred could tell he had many questions still, but was not voicing them. That was alright. She could put up with the silent treatment. He'd open up to her, or he wouldn't. She wasn't a Sage. She couldn't care less if the spoiled noble brat decided to say nothing about his past or ask her any questions beyond the obvious. All that mattered to her was whether he was in one piece, able to travel and not in the midst of madness.

After tossing the bread to the starving boy, Winifred herself grabbed some bread and sat down on the ground next to the campfire. A little dusty, sure, but she had just been sitting beneath a tree, and she was not about to complain about a little dirt on her trousers. The boy did not sit down, rather he just stood there, eating his bread real dignified like but quickly. 

As he munched away, Winifred gave him a look. Nothing offensive, but a little pointed. Enough to get him to admit that he asked for help. She could see his will wearing down, though she received another mental tail swat from Midnight for it.

Be careful with this one, he is not like other Wanderers.

"I will Midnight, you know me."

That is what I am afraid of.

A mental tongue sticking out at Midnight later and she heard the Wanderer speak.

"Yes, I did." He admitted to the help at last, "I don't know what is happening to me, and I don't have any food, nor any way of getting any food." A growl deep in his throat caused Midnight to stand and Winifred's hackles to rise a little, though the boy kept his playful smile as he continued, "And I am getting hungry."

Shrugging and sighing Winifred patted her bag, "I have enough food for the two of us, and Midnight there can hunt for himself... and us should it be needed. But, I doubt he will have to as the supplies I have should last us the trip." She continued to eat her bread slowly for a few moments before continuing, "As for whats happening. Now is not the time to explain to you in great depth. Suffice to say though, you've changed. For better or for worse, is yours to decide. However, I am here to lead you to a place where you won't have to worry about people chasing after you because of these new found gifts."

She sighed as she swallowed the last bit of her bread, "Choice is yours though, as I said. But trust me, you won't be getting help from the wolves for much longer. Going to need to learn to hunt for yourself, cook for yourself, fend for yourself. Going to have to learn to hide too. Those who do not share your gift won't look kindly on you. They'll try to kill you, burn you as a Darkfriend... might even call the Whitecloaks down on you." She looked over at the young noble, her eyes serious, "You do not want the Whitecloaks on your tail boy, because I can guarantee there won't be anything left of you but memories of your screams for the wolves to pass on."

Midnight growled a little at the mention of the Whitecloaks, but they were a possibility sometimes. Grabbing a wine skin from the side of her pack, Winifred took a long drink to wash the bread down as she waited for the Wanderer to respond, or at the very least digest her words.

Hey! So, I will be replying to your pickup thread here really really soon Bard, I've been somewhat sick and my concentration has been less than I want for quality RP.

So this week expect a reply.

Late reply is late. However, it is up :3