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Covai scratched the back of this neck as he let the gateway close behind him. Sneaking out of Tar Valon and the White Tower was getting harder and harder. Having a ball of emotions knawing at the back of his mind didn't make things either. Covai knew his Aes Sedai would have some rather sharp words for him when he got back, but he had other duties to attend to as opposed to sitting on his arse. Wait...his Aes Sedai. Covai shuddered at how familiar the situation had become to him. Still, he had agreed to the bonding, and he'd just have to live with the consequences. He even had a mock bet with Arath which would claim him first. Madness from the taint, or madness from dealing with Aes Sedai everyday. Leaving the travelling grounds, Covai decided he'd walk around the tower grounds for a bit. He had visited the grounds through Tel'Aran'Rhiod whilst at the White Tower, but there had only been a week or two that had past since the battle with Brent. Things seemed to take longer to appear when you expected to see then in Tel'Aran'Rhiod, and the dreamworld was unreliable enough as it was. Still, he was glad to see the tower had gotten back into the usual swing of things. Dodging past some children running in the street, Covai allowed a small grin to grace his lips. There was something about the laughter of children around the Black Tower that brought a nice contrast to the place. When you were prepared...or at least expected to die each day, you quickly learnt to appriciate the small things where you could. The brief reprise was broken by a salute and a serious look from a familiar face. Covai returned the salute and waited. "Well Nakor, what can I do for you?"
A strong wind flowed through the abandoned field, a little to the west of Fal Moran. The wind carried the heavy stench of smoke, of battle, of death. The peaceful appearance of the field was at a stark contrast with the rest of the dying country of Shienar. No matter which direction one travelled, they would soon find the ravaging hordes of shadowspawn. The trollocs and Fades pressed on relentlessly, killing many lucky ones, capturing the not so lucky. Only the most blood curdling screams reached this far, and even then only as faint whispers. A sudden flash of light disrupted the quiet of the field, as a shimmery blue line appeared and began to rotate into a hole in the air. Within moments, dozens of similar lines appeared, each opening in turn to offer the same scene. Dozens of black coated men, all with swords strapped to their belts, and many with silver or gold pins at their necks. Once the gateways had snapped open, the men poured through the holes in the air. The Asha'man had arrived in dying Shienar, intent upon saving the borderlander nation. ~~~ Arath led the charge through the gateways with his attack group. One hundred Soldiers, Dedicated, and Asha'man streamed through the portals onto the plains of Shienar, just outside Fal Moran. He quickly ordered his men into defensive positions while the remaining forces came through. It appeared as though the immediate area was safe enough, but if there were any dreadlords nearby they surely would have sensed the use of so much Saidin. Arath scanned the horizon, face palling some. Smoke rose in great pillars in countless places to the north, east, and west. Even from Fal Moran there was a great billowing black cloud arising, though it looked as though men still fought to keep the city from falling. No attack immediately fell upon the Asha'man though, and soon four hundred men of the Black Tower and their supplies had all passed through the gateways. The Asha'man fell into ranks, quietly whispering to eachother about their bleak surroundings. Arath took one last look at Fal Moran returning his attention to his men. It would begin soon. Light willing many of them would live through it.