"And so, Ragnar, what news of you? I hope you'll be staying for some time, at least, I could certainly use a familiar and trusted face around the Farm..."

"Of course old friend. I've had enough time away to sort my feelings about being what I am and how that fits into the pattern. I have seen quite a bit in my journeys. Bandits are rampant, but there are now some that will trouble honest people no more. Instead of staying behind these walls, I went out into the world and lived up to our names. I was a Guardian, and I protected those who could not protect themselves. And they did not love me for it, but they were grateful, no matter that I could weild death in my hands as the Aes Sedai do. I have wandered far and wide and everywhere it is the same. People need our help."

OOC:To be continued

Ragnar

Asha'man

The Dedicated returned quickly along with a pair of Soldiers and an Asha'man Ragnar had never met. As the Soldier approched his horse Ragnar handed one the reigns and gave instructions for it's feeding and care. The other was told by the Asha'man to take his bags to his apartments. "The M'hael will see you now Asha'man Ragnar." He said, leading the way to the infirmary.

Things had changed in the years since Ragnar had departed. The inn looked different for one, and he did not recognize many faces from before he left. The training grounds were of course busy as they always were and the traitor's tree just as vile as he remembered. Then he was entering the office of Dalinar and all of those thoughts left him. Tower's Honor stood beside the desk and the Quarterstaff propped in the corner. He remembered Tower's Honor well, for it had taken him days and the help of another to make it. The crafting of metals into weapons was not an easy task, but the blade given Dalinar to be presented to the Lord Dragon had to be as perfect as possible, and Ragnar had done well.

"I see you still have it Dalinar. And you seem well. How have you been old friend and what has become of those we once knew?"

"Sit Ragnar, and let's talk."

Ragnar

Asha'man

A silvery slash appeared outside of the Black Tower. Appearing to rotate open, it revealed within it a platform, apparently of stone, holding a man on his horse. Riding through, the man seemed somewhat concerned. The area had changed much since he had last seen it. He wore the Black Coat of the men of this place, adorned with the silver sword and dragon on opposite collars. He had left wearing another coat, but he had left the rank that it implied behind when he had left the tower so long ago.

Riding at a walk, he approached the gate of the Black Tower, 2 Dedicated eyeing him warily. "Halt, who goes there?".

"Inform Dalinarius that Ragnar has returned to the Black Tower and wishes to speak with him." the man said. The pull was lessening, the patterns desire close to being fulfilled. Soon the will of the pattern would be revealed. Why now?

Ragnar

Asha'man

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Raggy

Long time no see! *huggles* Where you been? Been behaving? Nevermind, we know better.

Raggy

Long time no see brother. So what has been going on in my absence. The world has not broken, but things are deffinately different. I'm looking at maybe coming back, email me and let me know what to do. And I'll see if I can dig up any of the old artwork I had done for the last BT site.

Raggy