No problem.

Thank you. :)

More than fair. Done.

However, I'm curious what I need to do for bringing back other (non-WT) chars.

How sweet this is. Tristram is young and swears too. Can't wait! :)

Beatrice or Kin, which one do you feel like playing with more?

Let me know and I'll start a thread and that's that ;D

So, what do we do to get old characters re-approved anyway? I've only been trying to bring back my WT char (which I know how) but am considering others (I am unsure how). Thank you!

Aw alright.

Hm. What about random encounters with a FL char or maybe even an Aes Sedai somewhere if she's disguised? Or maybe a bar brawl in a town of your choice *persistant* :P

Thanks, dears, oh and band question goes for you too. It's amazing what boredom does for a person . . .

*Hugs*

Think Cairma'd be able to help me with weapons training when I get Saline back?

Crystal, have you got a band character by any chance? Come on and save Tris from boredom at the Citidel! :-)

Andrea, it's been so long! I look forward to RPing with you again.  ;D

Or more specifically, do you or anybody know if and how I can bring back an old Seanchan character (was originally intended to join the invasion on Amadicia, after the SC acquisition of Arad Doman? I never gave Lijah much RPing chance before so would like to play something refreshing.

Lijah Opeth's Bio

Note: Lijah is by no means Soe'feia for one of the Royal Family or the Crystal Throne, but he worked as a Truthsayer (Voice) for a Lady of the Blood, played by WinterMist. Basically his duties were to speak the truth no matter how embarrassing for the Lady, and to make announcements her when neccessary. Before he became a Voice he was trained as a Listener, so that was doubly helpful to the Blood he served. It would be interested to see where I can take Lijah without the Lady . . .

And I've looked over Marian V.'s bio. It's absolutely fantastic!

Guess I'm posting a return too. Exams have been pretty motivating, considering. I currently play a Bander private named Tristram and am in the process of getting my Aes Sedai again. If anybody's interested in writing RPs together I'm more than happy to co-operate.

minisamus

Can an Aes Sedai sign up for your dagger defence course? She's WS 5 atm so she should know the bare basics, forms etc.

Hm. Is it possible to bring back a PC freelander?

"Yes, I'm glad!" Wanting to hug him she realised he knew where the Citidel was, "And I'm . . . sorry. Continuing our discussion, alright! There is a clothing shop in Tanchico, they call it the Landoran stretch. One day somebody from there who was very special to me ran away with somebody wearing your band's insignia. You're the first real clue that happened to me in the years I've searched for her, I'm sure you're very proud of that. All the other leads were crap particularly those who wanted to report me. They didn't understand, she was my everything" She looked like a kicked cur. "I would never try anything on the way, sir. Although I was not discrediting your band, I have every intention of signing up, even brought an entrance fee. Uhhhh, how many more minutes left?"

Tris tried to wiggle her toes. Man, what is going on. I'm not sure this is a good idea. But I haven't got any other ideas, have I.

Wait, had that been a smile? Her hands attempted to curl into fists, "augh, feels like I'm trying to pass wind or play the dulcimer"

What does it really matter

"I was a child once you know, crawling on my knees" her legs were aching "picking bugs off flowering plants" arms were pins and needles starting to burn "so imagine how relieving it is to my health and wellbeing. You've discovered the potion for incontinance" she said dismayed as sweat poured from her pores, unbidden. Helpless words lashed out in an angry stream:

"You know, you were breathing fairly hard. I'm straining to work out if there's a reason why you'd experiment on me, or are you just into kids that way? Ooo, burn.

Yea, an insult!!! Shall we have a fist fight, me the way I am? Go on and hit me, buddy. Take a swing, I beg you! Maybe if you're lucky I'm not going to kill you, ya motherless goat.

I wonder when you're going to reach in and inject me with the antidote. Although that's going to be one more lavish commodity you spend on me. After giving a purse to the guards, oh my goodness that's quite a markup! I like you Jeh, may I call you that, Jeeeeh? Your burn marks are very cute but still. I can't stay with you. She's the one I am looking for! Either take me to her or leave me be, don't give me any crap about helping me, hmfh. And also, I don't hear the guards, lazy bastards."

A moment later "I'm going to die aren't I?" It was hardly a question

Claire-

If the role of TTPC Kin Member Marian Volive is still available; I'd love to play her through phase four to six. :D

I will find you . . . someday

Upon seeing Jehryn in the dark corner she almost left but he was chatting up some girl in stylish clothing flattering curves Tris knew she lacked. She found herself paying more and more attention to rating what others wore, so perhaps it was a sign of her womanhood. But had she not seem malnourished for her age, which was all of fourteen, could she have dressed as a man? I know, right; lah-dee-dah.

Her blue tunic over yellow tights resembled a page's livery, simple enough. Only a peony she stuck into her sash gave any indication of her liking for extravagance.

". . . so that's why I've been asking around. Her absence pains me, I've only realised now that I cannot bear to be alone. I'd indulge in the drink, but there's enough wallowing already thanks." She turned down the proffered cup, but stayed near the barkeep, figuring he had served plenty of banders. While keeping Jehryn in her periphery. She was amused to see him swathed in a scarf like some black eyed Aiel veiling to kill, when he was a self-professed medic. She wouldn't know though, since he certainly had to drag her to the Citidel earlier. Tris should thank him, maybe but that would be time better spent elsewhere.

ooc: hope neither of you mind Minsc joining, buttkicking-for-goodness style

The woman whose profile he had been admiring looked even better in frontal mode, waving in her saddle as she nuzzled her gelding toward him. The mist was so heavy he'd not recognise his own moher unless he bumped into her. And close up, thank whatever might be listening, this woman looked nothing like his mother.

"Hail, walker! The Light has joined our ways this morning. I am Jaheira, scout."

"The Light . . . How can something which doesn't exist join any purpose?"

"Don't say that! I am sure everything has a purpose we will find someday."

"I haven't, ever" shrugging his backpack further up "I'm Minsc, by the way, private."

"Private, huh? Did you have far to walk?"

"I've been travelling many hours before light."

"Is trouble behind you?"

He shook his head. "Just trying to make good progress."

"Not bad for a private. Maybe you'll find a nice, cool drink down where the others are. I'm going to stay here and listen to the for a while."

He patted her gelding one last time. "Listen to what?"

"The Light, I can hear it calling."

". . ."

"Hm, I just can't explain it. I know you're in a hurry, so may the Peace be with you."

"And you as well."

Where are you?

"It's been a long time since I left my family to wander the world. It was also the last day that I saw her. Every passing day only fills me with more anxiety, how can I be happy when she's not in my life? For my sake, I must sought out the Red Hand and find her or else I shall never have any peace."

She had been weaving a little chain of clovers as she spoke. Tris then stood up slowly, scuffing the grass with the heels of her straw sandels.

"Well it's been good talking but I cannot rest with you any longer. She must be further along, somewhere in the area around. Take care, Jehryn of many questions and thanks for bribing the guards I appreciate it. Good-day!"

Throwing the chain at him she broke into a run, certain she'd be fast enough to outlast a medic with the tell-tale bandages over his face.

Well she might not be in the tavern but she could still deliver her speech. “This is a badge for those of us that consider ourselves as people following the Dragon, loyal sons and daughters who sworn fealty and left their old lives behind, even though I’ve not met his holiness in person I feel as though we’re all a great family so hopefully this will change” Annoyance surged for a moment, not at him but at her mother who betrayed the Landorin family, as she stared at her bangles. No need to fake shaking, she convulsed like a leaf trembling in a whirlwind, clinging desperately to her branches of lies.

“Oh please, sir, don’t report me. I am Tris, short for Tris—tram." A neutral name "My little brother lives but ten ells hence, in the mountains. Please don’t report me to the bad men who’ll take me; Rhue has no other family” bunching her fists “Wah, Rhue's part of the Dragonsworn family too I'm sure they do not mind my selling these. I won’t let those guards take these bangles, unless they pay good money; you seem like the compassionate type as a medic? You understand don’t you?“

Had his eyes seemed sad before? They were bright with intelligence now. Her old tutor had exuded the same commanding presence. Careful to show due deference to the man she shrugged, resisting the temptation to ask–A medic, like one of those who makes people more comfortable when they die?

She punctuated all this with a sunshine smile. "And you know what? You may even call me Tris. We're friends, now."

The stranger looked at her sadly, although most of his expression was obscured by bandages. More distracting however had been how easily he picked out her gender when thus far none cared.

"Ehhh," she said loudly in the deepest voice she could manage "I'm a lad, don't worry many people make that mistake." She turned to her wares, not meeting his eyes.

"Interested in bangles, good sir? I did not tell you this!" hush-hush library voice "But a special discount for the hurt veterans. Give them to your invalid friends, just a copper penny! It has healing properties you know, made by the Dragon himself, Light's blessings be."

She never actually made it to Mitherest tavern, although she kept walking as she talked. A gate was slammed into a wall of the artist walk, half a dozen uniformed men piled out and rounded on them with a sorry, hassled look on their faces. She threw herself into the grass, never minding the strains on her newly washed outfit. Tris was hoping they wouldn't take any aggression out on her if they couldn't see her. Not all attention is created equal.

"I'm so glad you've made it . . . Hi! what is your name?" She asked when he caught up.

“Bangles!” She advertised, illegally, without a license, but after the cursory evaluation of her respectable-poverty-look the passerby’s barely gave her or the clean rags another look. “Bangles”, however, weren’t like the other necklaces or broaches being sold by other illegitimate merchants. Tris snatched the fairy pink sleeves of one young woman, holding up the crimson insignia to the lass’s reddening cheeks.

“This one looks so cute on you, darrrrling!” crooning, “oh you must wear it on your stubby stubby ears, every day!”

“Augggh! Get away from me idiot child before I call my fiancé over”

“But he too might appreciate a red Hand bangle on his headdress; every man should wear the glory of the Dragon—oh please Miss Pink, Pinkerton!”

“Let! Go!”

“Hahahah, make me pretty lady”

Thump!

Too late did Tris dodge, and was left smiling appreciatively, rather confused for a moment staring at the dots in front of the woman’s bosom "Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

“How dare you, you horrid boy! I’m alerting the patrolman”

She watched the woman in pink leave, “If you get one now, you can have another bangle for just a piece of silver! Oh ho ho what a bargain!”

Looking around she was not particularly surprised how quickly the streets emptied at the mention of patrolmen. “Guess I better pack up then” stuffing the hand-made Red Hand Bangles into her pack, she grumped “still have to give some rousing speeches about the Dragon in the Mitherest next. Wonder if I can give some away there.” She had not sold a single one yet, and was already warned for being bad for the street business on the corner of View and Ave.