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  1. Ooc: This is an off-timeline, showcase demonstration of the Division’s talent. All members of the White Tower Div are encouraged to post. Use your imagination as to what happens and if you run short of plot, check out this post for ideas; anything is possible in a Bubble of Evil. The thread lasts one week from Monday 12th of June. * On the stroke of midnight the world changed. A thousand stars glittered in the skies like a painter’s masterwork. They shed a pale and sharply silver light over the dreaming world beneath them; starlight fell across the great swell of mountains and the sweep of fields, all shrouded in darkness that softened crude edges and pooled shadow in every hollow. Far below the swathe of stars a city slumbered in as close to silence as such a great place ever got. The tall white walls that had created its other title shone serene in the stillness, and behind them, like a ghost in the night, rose a great white stronghold. Around its massive base only shadows stirred. The occasional light glimmered up and down its length in testament to its nightly business. Long into the black watches of the night the Tower stood sentinel over its white city. Even as the hour chimed midnight, twelve slow strokes of a great bell, the change stole in unnoticed. No whisper heralded its coming, nor did anything perceptible change which those left awake could put their finger on; but any lights left still burning wavered, just a little, and perhaps one or two who burned the midnight oil were given a moment’s pause at which to wonder. In this new age of men and machines some instincts had lain dormant for centuries. Relics of older times, they stirred now in response to a hundred subtle signals … the lights’ tremble, the midnight hour, perhaps a fractional cooling in the temperature … and all across the city the change moved on. Light sleepers stirred. Babes in their cradles began to cry. Shadows in the street outside scuttled for cover. Shut away behind several layers of stone and wood, the oblivious and the weary slept on unwitting. At thirteen minutes past midnight, though few owned the complex and expensive mechanisms needed to time so exactly, every light in the city winked out. No guttering of flames, no dimming of lanterns: one moment light, the next moment darkness. Down in the city someone started screaming. The thin sound bounced in among stone houses and dwindled. In some streets mist began to boil up from the flagstones themselves. Dense and white and ghostlike, those creeping tendrils twined round houses and stole up among the graceful bridges that crossed back and forth across streets, tapped at windows. The mist muffled a little of the sound, confused anyone who stepped out unwary into the street and some might have sworn that it hid other things; shadows, perhaps, or forms that surely only legend could have brought forth. Sounds of panic and chaos rose above the clamouring city and … … clocks stopped ticking. … thirteen children vanished, snatched from their cradles and never seen again. … a cathedral of classic architecture some centuries old started to fail. Stone slipped. Wood creaked. A spire some ten feet high slid off the roof and shattered on the street stones far below like a dropped glass. … an innkeeper stepped outside to find that where a proud white banner had once flown from the chimney, now a black banner hung dead and dark in its place. … a shop of finely blown glassware resounded to a succession of cracks. Inside each piece in turn was exploding, from largest to smallest, and when an unwary someone opened the door a huge shard ripped out their throat. … all the flowers in the city started to grow at a manic pace, spilled blooms and thorns everywhere, and creepers formed a dense and prickly mat on the ground. … the first man to venture out into the mist got swallowed up in an instant; moments later half a dozen versions wearing his face exited in different directions. … cells beneath the city opened to release a hundred criminals. And still the change moved on. It was a night of madness, of mayhem and mystery; a night when all normal rules were cast aside; a night in which fate, that great guiding hand, twisted together the most bizarre and disparate threads. In this night legends would fall and new stories rise, courage and determination could fail forever, and the onslaught of the world’s evil stepped up another notch. Yet lest anyone falter, all isolated and stricken by fear in the midst of this disorder, let it be remembered that the Tower had gone on standing for countless centuries and seen out countless hard times. Kings had quailed from the wrath of this great white beacon in the night; and even in this bitter hour, driven into a path of desperation, all was not lost. Let it never be said that the fabled Tower could not weather this storm too … nor that it was short of heroes. Hail to the Tower!
  2. Stifling a yawn Nightsfire blew out the candle on the nightstand beside his bed and let his head hit the pillow. After a hard day of training in the wilderness he looked forward to a good nights sleep and closed his eyes. The sound of crickets and other nocturnal creatures could be heard through his open window. A cool breeze blew through the room and within moments Nights drifted into a sound sleep. The mind often plays tricks when in the deep recesses of slumber and with the wolf dream one had to be careful. It seemed only moments from when he had closed his eyes that he was awoken by the sharp cries of men. Men it would seem preparing for battle. Sitting up Nights was sure for a moment he was still dreaming. His room was gone and in its place a field full of men armored and looking anxious surrounded him. ~Hurry Nightsfire rise this place smells of evil~ Turning his head Nights saw Quickening standing off a few feet away. The big grey wolf smelled worried. She was crouched low to the ground viewing the field around them with caution. Standing Nights looked around at the field of men staring off into the distance. ~What is this place Quickening.~ Quickening flooded his mind with visions of a time long past. Visions of ancient Mantheren and a battle that destroyed the magnificent kingdom and scattered its people. A battled that ended with a desperate stand in which the Aes Sedai Queen leveled the trolloc army with the one power killing herself in the process. ~How can I be in a battle that happened hundreds of years ago?~ Quickening had no answer for that. ~The others are here Nightsfire we must find them.~ Scanning the ranks of men the distant sound of fighting spread through the camp and the warning of trollocs approaching echoed in the distance. Others? Quickening showed Nights images of Owen and Janna and the other Wolfkin spread throughout the camp. She also showed him an image of a hill to the back of the camp where a regal woman stood watching over the field. A woman who had to be Aes Sedai and wore a crown on her head. She was surrounded by guards and her face was hardened in resolve. Relieved to find his sword beside him Nights quickly strapped it on his back as the sounds of battle drew closer. The men in the camp paid him no mind, in fact they almost seemed to not realize he was there. The guttural sound of trollocs began to mingle with the cries of men and Nights quickly darted off in search of his brothers and sister. Quickening ran beside him the hate the approaching trollocs filled her with radiated off her as they went. The sound of men and trollocs dying filled the air now and small pockets of the shadow spawn could be seen engaged in battle with the army. Nights could smell the desperation in the air as the enormous trolloc army poured over the river pushing the defenders further back. There were just too many of them and the end was already predetermined. What mattered now was finding his friends and trying to make sense of this madness. Surely this had to be the work of the dark one or at the very least one of the Forsaken. As he ran Nights kept low and ran in the direction Quickening had shown him the Queen to be located. The smell of blood and death mingled with the vile smell of the trollocs filled the field. With a growing sense of alarm Nigths searched for his friends as the trolloc hordes began to overcome the army pushing it further back. Fades came in view now driving the trollocs forward wanting a quick and deciding victory. Quickening snarled and turned toward one of the eyeless. ~No we must find the others.~ With great willpower the wolf turned away and the two resumed their hunt in earnest. Suddenly the low hill came in view surrounded by elite guards. The Queen stood in its center defiant as ever. ~Nightsfire Twisted Chime and Windracer.~ Sure enough the tracker leader was advancing toward the ring of guard with Wind in tow looking as uneasy as Nights was sure he did himself. Calling to her Nights ran to greet her and embraced her in a tight hug. “Thank the light I have found someone.†Just then a familiar head of white hair came in view and the keen eyes of Owen found Nights and Janna. Nights could not be sure but he thought the Ranger leader had others with him. “John and Janna to me!†The two ran toward Owen’s position and stopped. The field was in desperate straights now the trollocs advancing at will. Smoke drifted over the battle obscuring the lines as the group waited for the end that would come sooner rather than later. ooc: enjoy all more to come
  3. I am so sorry that I didn't get this up yesterday, I had every intention of doing so but I got completely swamped with uni work. Ack! IC: There was a crash and a splatter as the plate fell to the floor, and the head of the table frowned down at the girl now whimpering on the floor. Hardly the best way to start breakfast, and Edie frowned as the girl cried something about the plate jumping from her hands, but before any of them could speak, the cutlery was dancing across the tables and imbedding itself in the chairs, the candles, and even one of the covale. Blood and flames and chaos took over their table and after putting out the flames from the candle that had fallen over, Edie darted out into the streets, following the sound of the cries that she could hear. They lived close to the heart of Seandar, and everywhere she looked Edeline Jadien saw chaos. Carts had overturned, their contents pummelling the shoppers and shopkeepers alike - some of whom had the grave misfortune of standing at a cart loaded with weapons. Stones were flying about and people were spilling into the streets with bedsheets tangled around their necks and pots straining to beat them, and Edie was stunned speechless. How was this happening? What was it that was happening? She could not tell, she could not know... and then she saw it. The exotics had gotten loose. To'raken flew above the city, saddles slipping and reins broken. Grolm bounded the streets in packs that Edie quickly darted into a building to avoid - but that was not the worst of it. The damane... There were women in gray dresses everywhere, walking free, uncollared and uncontrolled. If only she had gone for training with the sul'dam before now, Edie may have been able to help. But instead she watched helpless, unsure what to do, with no ideas coming as to how to stop the damane from wreaking such havoc in the capital city of the Seanchan empire. How had they gotten out? Who had let them loose? Heads would roll, she was sure, but what were they going to do to get the city back under control? Some of them simply looked lost, and one damane was sitting in the middle of the street crying, clutching at her neck. But others were smiling and obviously enjoying the chance to get back at the sul'dam who had held them collared so long, and Edie shook her head as she saw at least one corpse wearing a lightning-bolt dress. Perhaps it was a good thing that she'd had no training after all. A whistling sound was her only warning and she ducked to avoid the heavy porcelain bowl that had been thrown at her head, watching as it smashed against the wall and fell in pieces at her feet.
  4. A warm breeze drifted in from the south, bringing with it the smell of summer. The daylight hours were steadily growing in number and the last of the planting festivals would be had that night. Several of the younger Children had put in for their leave in order to enjoy the final night of festivities. The breeze carried on over the Fortress of Light, where the men and women who called themselves the Anointed of the Light slept and ate and carried on their daily lives. The breeze swept through an open window and into a corridor, lifting the edge of a life-sized painting of an Aes Sedai kneeling in submission to one of the Lord Captain Commanders of long ago. Some of the more zealous Children liked to point at it and claim it to be true, but the ones who had been Sworn to the Light for longer than a year all knew it had been commissioned by a member of the Council long ago in order to gain favor under the eyes of the then Lord Captain Commander. It was here Li Nuriman found himself. The breeze turned cold, cutting through all of his chain mail and leather padding, before flipping up the corner of the painting once again and then fading away. It made him stop and turn, the painting catching his eyes and drawing him a step closer. “An Aes Sedai would never do that,†he murmured out loud. His two companions turned to frown at him before resuming their argument about who would dance with more women at the festival. Li did not want to go, but the other two insisted on bringing him along, claiming it would do him some good. “If got twenty silver says I not only dance with my girls, I’ll kiss more!†“Make it thirty and you have a bet!†The tall Arafellin man just rolled his eyes, glancing back at the painting as they continued down the corridor towards the living quarters of the Fortress. Why they had chosen to take the path that led past the Dome of Truth Li never did know, but would wonder and regret later on. Then a voice, loud and full of fear, came booming from behind them. “Witches!†That word alone, when said near any who were called Children of the Light, would turn heads. What followed not only turned heads, it brought the rest running along behind. “To arms! Witches in the Fortress!â€
  5. [FIRST BUBBLE] Talbs looked up in earnest as the shift in the winds caused anusual shutter over her dark sunkisses skin. The morning had done nothing to ease her unsurety. Since breaking from the maiden tents and the hair on the back of her neck swayed int he winds with unease. Even the wise ones that sat around thier tent looked no more comfortable about the winds than she did. Brushing a loose white curl behind her ear she pulled her shoufa into place. "There be foul winds today, sister." A woman walked up beside her ,passing Talbitha her Spear. She only accepted her treasured weapon and nodded her head. "Keep vigilant." "Vigilance is my creed, sister." Talbatha smiled at the woman. "it is you that needs to watch her back." The woman shrugged but did not smile and returned into the tent but not for a retort that Talbatha did not catch. With a small shrug, Talbatha jogged to the entrance of the Hold, her jeweled bracelets dancing in the sunlight making only a slight jingle. She was then joined by two other of her Aiel sisters, Prue and Gwen, both newer maidens from another Hold. She did not know them well enough, but they were here to learn, and guard. They were then soon joined by others, the last to arrive, although not from the tents but from outside the hold, was the Clan Chief Ghaul. Pulling her Veil over her face, she ignored the hand movements of her sisters who knew of t rumors that were circling the Maiden Tents. One that told of the Wise Ones insisting the Man settle down with a wife. And others of another few warriors that were fighting for the maidens attentions beyond a few scratches on their cheeks. The sun rose as the winds died slightly, shuffling only the barest grains of sand as the ran to the watering hole. The barest of ripples in the sand had Talbs watching her back as the moved over the shifting oceans of sands. There was very little that could sneak up on this group of warriors, each strong, but why would anyone come this far into the three Fold Land? And why was she contemplating the thoughts of an attack when it was only normal for them to search out the watering hole. But as the sands shifted and gave way to the barest of green, she could see only beyond that was being noticed by the rest. As if simultaneously, each pulled their veils over their faces, and weapons were draw, and a sharp wind whipped past them bringing forth a scent that nearly caused Talbitha to wrinkle her nose behind her veil. Trollocs. talbs Maiden ooc: hope this looks alright to everyone.
  6. Kedyn parried the wooden lathe of one of the Fox's and clapped the younger man on the shoulder with his own. It was early in the afternoon, the sun was high int he sky and the Citadel had about it an air of safety and security. It was as if every person in the Citadel was having a good day and their mood had permeated into the air and made it contagious to all around. Kedyn lowered the blade and began to instruct his student on what he had done wrong, when his eyes caught sight of a unit of Scout's streaking through the main road as fast as their legs could take them. It is a wonder how such a perfect day can never be finished perfect. It was like the rose whose beauty could never be questioned and yet was doomed to suffer the fate of being trampled underfoot by lesser beings. Kedyn streaked after the Scouts, member's of his very own platoon. The path he set was enough that he was able t intercept them and run alongside, the scout leader relayed the message to him in very hurried and breathless tones. A message that would send shockwaves and stir memories that were better left unremembered in the Citadel. "Emond's Field is under attack!" Urging the squad to force their pace to go faster Kedyn ran with his squadmembers to the small building that served as the commander's headquarters, praying that Mehrin was inside and ready to react quickly. He kept silent, trusting what to do for the commander. Not wishing to do something rash and cause some type of panic, concentrating on getting to the commander as quickly as possible. Kedyn Alastair Scout Sergeant
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