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  1. For your reference while RPing or training your character's Weapon Score, here is a list of Sword Forms and their descriptions. The Flame and the Void Sheathing the Sword Apple Blossoms in the Wind Arc of the Moon Black Lance's Last Strike Black Pebbles on Snow The Boar Rushed Downhill The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain Bundling Straw Cat Crosses the Courtyard Cat Dances on the Wall Cat on Hot Sand The Courtier Taps His Fan The Creeper Embraces the Oak Cutting the Clouds The Cyclone Rages Dandelion in the Wind The Dove Takes Flight Eel Among the Lily Pads The Falcon Stoops The Falling Leaf Folding the Air Folding the Fan The Grapevine Twines The Heron Spreads Its Wings Heron Wading in the Rushes Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose Kingfisher Circles the Pond The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback Kissing the Adder Leaf on the Breeze Leopard in High Grass Leopard in the Tree Leopard's Caress Lightning of Three Prongs Lion on the Hill The Lion Springs Lizard in the Thornbush Lotus Closes Its Blossom Low Wind Rising Moon on the Water The Moon Rises Over the Lakes The Moon Rises Over Water Oak Shakes Its Branches Parting the Silk Plucking the Low-Hanging Apple Rain in High Wind Rat Gnawing the Grain Reaping the Barley Red Hawk Takes a Dove Ribbon in the Air River of Light The River Undercuts the Bank The Rose Unfolds Shake Dew from the Branch Soft Rain at Sunset Stone Falls From the Mountain Stones Falling Down the Mountain Stones Falling from the Cliff Striking the Spark The Swallow Rides the Air The Swallow Takes Flight Thistledown Floats on the Whirlwind Threading the Needle Tower of Morning Twisting the Wind Two Hares Leaping Unfolding the Fan The Viper Flicks Its Tongue Water Flows Downhill Watered Silk Whirlwind on the Mountain Wind and Rain The Wind Blows Over the Wall The Wood Grouse Dances
  2. His arms crossed over his chest, Donovan leaned back against the side of the stables and waited for his students to arrive. Thirteen horses stood calmly tethered to a section of corral directly across from him. Thirteen horses for twelve students. Each had been informed of the hour and location of their newest class, and slowly they started to file in. Girl, boy, boy; Donovan couldn’t help but think that the new recruits got younger every year. Children for the Children. It might have been poetic if he didn’t already know what awaited them behind these walls. He continued leaning in the shadows of the barn until well after the last student had arrived and they all began to mill about. As soon as the talking raised above a low whisper, he heard a voice wondering aloud where their teacher was. That was his cue. “He’s over here.” Donovan made certain that his voice carried well above those of the recruits. The sudden silence echoed in the early morning air as he stepped calmly out from the shadows and glowered at his pupils. He always loved this part. “And may I just say, that was a wonderful display of alertness. Were I a dark friend you’d all be dead, you sad sacks of shit. Basic survival little ones, always be aware of your surroundings. Lucky for the lot of you that survival isn’t our lesson today.” His scowl split into a bright grin as he sized the group up. He loved shaking the greenhorns up a bit in his lessons. Did well to keep them on their toes, and ensured that they were paying attention. “Now how many of you know how to ride a horse?” ~Donovan Rile
  3. Zoe left the Fortress early in the morning. All the training was delayed to the afternoon on account of a big execution that was taking place. A group of Darkfriends were apprehended the day before within Amador itself. After a thorough interrogation, it was discovered that the party has been responsible for many unsolved murders within the city and so it has been decided to make the execution a public one, to deter such future behavior. Even though it was encouraged for all Children to be present, Zoe decided to slip away to the city. While she agreed with the punishment, she didn't feel any urge to witness their demise. She did not take joy in watching a person die, regardless of his or her affiliations. Just thinking about it made her stomach flutter. She knew she would have to endure such a thing at some point, but not that day. She left the fortress and started walking away. She did not know where she was heading to and just let her legs decide for her. She continued so for what seemed like hours, when she finally came into a halt. Looking around her she realized that she had no idea where she was. She never had the opportunity to explore all of Amador and it seemed she reached the poorer and more neglected part of it. Placing her hand on the hilt of her sword, she turned back and started to make her way back from where she came from, being as cautious as possible. A scream came to her ears from behind. She turned to see a lone child around the age of ten running in her direction. At first, she couldn't make out what he was saying but she managed to as he grew nearer. "Whitecloak killer." Zoe blinked. The child finally made it to her, kicking her foot. Zoe put her hand on his shoulder, in attempt to calm him down, but he pulled away, a disgusted expression on his face. She was astonished to see the hatred in his eyes. "My brother is being executed right now because of you. Killer!". Zoe took a deep breath to still herself. She considered trying to explain to the little boy why his brother was receiving such a severe punishment, but thought better of it. He wouldn't understand at such a young age. Would I have understood, if it was my brother who was going to be executed? Zoe shook her head. Every person that was facing the noose that day had a choice. They deserved their fate. Self doubt had no place in her mind. Especially at that moment, when she was so exposed. She had to get out of there immediately. She watched in relief as the boy ran off, though it quickly turned into horror as he returned a moment later with a group of men and women at his back, pointing right at her. Standing there in her white uniforms made it impossible to mistake her for anything but a Children of the Light. They were angry. And while they would probably dare not pray on a group of Whitecloaks, a lone one was an easy mark. They needed someone to blame and she had seemed to catch their eye. Growing nervous, Zoe placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, then hesitated. Even though the mob undoubtedly meant her harm, she dared not kill or injure them with a weapon. Instead, she decided to use an alternative. Run. She swore to kill only if she had to and in this case, she might be able to out run them if she was lucky. Turning back, she broke into a sprint, not daring to look back. Zoe Child
  4. Aeveryn had finally surrendered to the urge to leave the white tower. Ever since reaching the shawl, she had felt the urge to go ride somewhere. It had been her sense of duty that had kept her in her Ajah‘s quarters though. She had waited for some sensible purpose, some actual reason that would require her to leave the white tower. But her waiting had been fruitless. She had found herself standing at the large windows of her sitting room for hours, staring beyond the vague landscape on the other side of the Erinin and she had felt the longing to go there. Still, it seemed to be a waste of time. Often she stood there and contemplated if her hesitation to leave the tower was based on her trying several times as novice and her being punished severely for her attempts. But then one last summer day she had just done it. Some of her belongings had been packed for some time. That one morning she just left. That had been two weeks ago. It felt good to be on the road again, and she did not mind it very much that she was on her own. Well, someone to talk to like Vera Sedai or Rossa would have been good. But for the moment, she was too consumed with the sensation of freedom to be irritated to much with that. Her horse was a fairly young charger and you could tell the beast was almost as unused to be ridden as she was to ride. Well, she had been a skilled rider, but the last time she had sat longer then an hour atop a horse had been thirty years ago. Sometimes it seemed that had been another life, or a memory of something that had not really happened. But as long as she was calm, her gelding was easy too and she hoped they would manage to get along well enough for now to get used to each other. Aeveryn was slowly making her way down in an south-western direction ever since leaving the tower and as she rode she was searching for signs or landmarks she would remember from when she had taken this route to the tower, but it seemed everything had either changed or her mind was barren. Casting an eye up against the sky she checked to make sure her dark blue coat was near. There were some dark clouds up above and the last blue flecks of sky had passed by early this morning. She had the distinct feeling it would still rain later on. She just hoped it would begin when she had reached some tavern or inn. For a moment she considered her divided shirts and rearrange the dress she wore. She wondered if it had been a mistake to only take along silk for a travel like this. It was a riding gown, but somehow she now wished she had taken some woolen gowns as well. Maybe she was imagining things, but she did feel as if she was utterly overdressed for this undertaking. Rossa had taken her to the dressmakers and while she had been first rather irritated about the gold she was spending - her gold! She had to admit now that she really did think every penny had been worth it. Well she had taken a liking for silk and even for these tiny embroideries. Her main consideration was now that the dress might wear too quickly. She realized she had been engrossed with her dress for too long. And the moment she looked up she realized it had been a grave mistake. A lone rider was up ahead on the otherwise solemn and perfectly empty road. Normally there was no reason to be afraid. She was a woman, all right, but not as she had been when she had come to the white tower. She was a full sister now. She wore the ring, even if she had left her blue fringed shawl in her saddle bags. Leaving that in the tower had never occurred to her. Differently to some other novices and accepted she had never trained with the warders in the yards. But right then, even with Saidar at her disposal, she suddenly wished she had. Her face never changed a fraction, but even without power enhanced sight she was certain the rider up ahead was a whitecloak. Embracing Saidar destroyed her last hopes. She could see the man‘s eyes clearly, and the symbol he carried proudly on his bristling white coat. For an instant she contemplated to run, or try to avoid coming any closer to him. But for that it was too late. She relaxed only a little as she realized she did not yet have the agelessness features to her that would be tell-tale to his kind. Keeping her face smooth she rode on. But silently she prayed her travels were not yet over.
  5. 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€
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