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Non Player Character 858 Crew
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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:50 pm
Waiting was becoming tiresome. Chalinda tried using the time to practice reversed weaving. This was an area she had not excelled in. Inverting weaves was simple, but reversing them less so. Suddenly, she felt a flare of saidar in the distance where she was almost certain the group she followed was. The use was so strong that it had to be more than one of the women linked together. Aes Sedai! she thought derisively. The Chosen are right to call them untrained children. True, in their eyes Chalinda was more of the same, but she had learned much from Shaidar Haran and Moghedien that had been lost since the Breaking. Unable to restrain her curiousity, she wove a reversed gateway - Why didn't I do this before, instead of using the True Power? - and stepped out only a few yards away from the battle. Despite the presence of a Dreadlord, easily recognizable by attitude and words even with her inability to sense saidin, her eyes were first drawn to the linked women. By the Great Lord! Gwynne has that much power? It was obvious to her trained eyes that Gwynne was by far the strongest of the women. In fact, the girl's strength was a match for Chalinda's own. This is going to be more trouble than I thought if she tries to defend the gleeman. That stone had better work. A tremor passed through her. I should capture her. The thought made no sense at first. She had been ordered to capture the gleeman and his ter'angreal, not some wilder girl. The Great Lord will want her power too. Yes, that's it. Chalinda refused to admit to herself that there could be any other reason for her to risk disobeying orders. My sister certainly isn't worth that. A smaller voice spoke within her. Yes she is... She denied the words vehemently. When the battle ended only a short time later, she wove her gateway a second time, reversed again, and returned to the stone column. The Light save them from this thing, she thought, smirking to herself. The Great Lord certainly won't.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:56 pm
Selene looked from Nikoru at the sound of her name. "Bloody hell... " Selene got back up and ran to them. Somewhere inside she felt responsible for this, he was Jazral's student after all. Coming to stand next to Nanako she softly put a hand on the mare's neck. "Light... this is bad..." Mentally she blamed herself, she had no reason to but she did. "I can heal the horse, but first these arrows need to be taken out. Light this is not going to be pretty."
Judging by the arrows she doubted it'd be safe to touch them for to long. Grimacing she took her cloak off and decided to use it to cover her hands. "Please, keep the mare calm." Grabbing hold of the first one she slowly started pulling it out, trying hard not to twist it about so the arrow followed the same path out as it had in. The mare whinnied and tried to move away, which helped pull the arrow out all the way. "Good girl, but don't do that again."
She continued this process until ever arrow was free, some she just cut and pulled free since they had punctured through to the other side. The mare whined, jumped and tried to get away as best as she could but Nanako held her. "There you go," She said as the last came free. "Now we just need to heal them." Softly she ran a hand through the mare's mane. She looked ready to throttle Selene but was grateful all the same.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 4:12 pm
Nikoru followed Selene over to Denath and his mare. Sighing heavily, she shook her head, realizing that there would be no way for them to get all of those that had fallen to Tear. They didn't have enough strength, or Power.
"Selene...perhaps we need to stay here a while, away from the city. There's too much that could go wrong if we bring a bunch of injured people into Tear, too much explaining that would need to be done."
Looking around her, she grimaced at the sight of a half fallen party. Shaking her head once more, she looked at her Sister.
"They need rest. Especially Gwynne. She's...beyond our type of Healing, I think."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 4:36 pm
"I think you're right. We'll set up camp here, normally I'd prefer closer to the forest but we don't have much of a choice." Selene sighed and looked around then looked to Gwynne who was huddled in Tarma's arms. "Between you and me, I don't think many could help her now. Not even an Aes Sedai from before the Breaking." She let her eyes linger on Gwynne for a minute then closed them and looked back to Nikoru. "I think we should put something on the wounds to draw out the poison before healing her."
Selene looked at the cloak in her hands, parts of it was damaged but hopefully Tear had a seamstress who could fix it. Later she'd cut off the singed parts. Dropping it to the ground she told herself it'd have to wait. "For now, I think we should make them as comfortable as possible and dispose of the body. Last thing we need is a darkfriend stinking up the air."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 6:44 pm
Darz moans, lightly, as he rolls over. His sword, now, lays several feet from his body. He'd rolled away from it rather than onto it. In his dreams, he can feel his power returning. If not for his training, it might have taken days for his strength to return. Darz has a feeling, however, that one of the females had something to do with the aid upon his wounds. He moans, again, as his head leans down...hitting a rock. With a grumble, and a new bump, he rolls onto his arm. It might seem he'd be unfomfortable sleeping upon the sheath on his left side, but he appears more content to be asleep.
Darz dreams of the Hall of Servants. He dreams of his sister, Ar'lania. Darz dreams of all the memories he's just recovered. He makes noises that might be mistaken for a sleepless night -- disturbed by images that come. There are less than pleasant memories that come to him as he swims in the once-resevior. Darz sleeps...and his mental scars become obvious in his sleep. Ar'lania...Immorys...Age of Legends... He remembers it all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:19 pm
Light this was utter chaos, He watched Darz fall seconds befor the darkfiend did...obviously from some sort of weave he had used while linked with Nikoru Selene Nanako and Gwynne as well as Denath cry out in pain seconds befor falling from his horse with a thud. Jazral rushed to denath with Nanako and helped her pull the arrow out of Denath. He vainly tryed to hold his horse still as well, luckley it would live. Jazral nodded as the idea of camping here was preposed.
"Now if I'm not currently needed to tend to our wonded i must tend to my kin" He looked down at Denath and his horse. "Oh Nanako I do have a small amount of bandages in the small corner pouch of my right saddle bag, please get it if its needed." With that Jazral rushed to were the wolf had fallen. He gave a sigh and knelt down beside the creature. Parts of its fur were matted down with blood and her eyes were slightly glazed over as she lay there. "light, poor creature" he thought to himself as he ran his hands lightly over the creaturs body. He could tell its bones were broken in serveral places includeing its back. and legs. Gently he parted the wolfs fur on her belly only to find large black bruses
"Its ok girl dont move" He spoke to the wolf. Jazral sighed heavily, even with healing from Selene or any of the others, the creatures wounds were terminal. healing could not cure death. "Don't worry girl, you will not suffer. You did well, and may have just saved our lives, your death will be in vain. He spoke this in common and not the language he spoke to the wolves..why he wasnt really sure, but regardless the wolf got the idea. although she did not speak nore did she have the strengh to. Jazral stood up with a heavy heart. Light he hated haveing to do this. He unshiethed his sword, and swiftly put the poor wolf out of her missery. and shiethed his scimitar again, whipeing the blood off in the short grass. He returned to the group with a sad look apon his face. Looking at Nikoru he said "I am sorry Nikoru our kin did not survive"
Jazral quickly went back to his hourse and hastely started unpacking things, mainly his bed roll. He walked over to Denath and Nanako "Here put him on this. We can stay right here if need be for a little bit, but we should move to at very least the edge of the forst for shelter if not for anything else"
(ooc) damn you people and your posting while im at work)
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 10:38 pm
At Selene's more than sensible statement, Tarma nodded curtly, easing Gwynne to the gound as she dismounted. Handing the poor thing over to the Aes Sedai's care, she took the initiative as the only memeber of the group who'd escaped unscathed and wasn't needed to take care of the fallen, setting herself to work errecting tents. She offered up her own to Darz, the stranger who'd saved her life; she felt she owed him that much. Guiltily, she left it to Selene and Nikoru to make him comfortable, knowing the others tents would need set up also.
After an hour or so it was done, and someone had seen to it a fire pit had been dug. Knowing that the Aes Sedai were weary, perhaps too weary to raise wards, Tarma approached the fire where the Warders sat, speaking softly.
"We should set up a watch after dark. I'll take first; I was uninjured."
From the way she spoke, it almost sounded like she blamed herself for escaping unscathed when the others had been so damaged. Unconciously though, she'd reverted to her old commanding tone, the burr of authority that she only let slip by accident; no matter how she tried to conceal it, it seemed she would never completely shake the attitude of leadership she had forsaken.
"If we do it in hourly shifts, we can all at least catch a little sleep."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 3:04 am
Selene took Gwynne into her arms then softly knelt down, laying Gwynne down as she did. Standing up she went to Thunder's saddle and pulled her blanket free from it. Returning back to Gwynne and Nikoru she carefully pulled Gwynne to her body and draped the blanket on her. Looking at Nikoru she said so softly that she knew no one else could hear, "We might not be able to heal her but we can comfort her." Looking down at Gwynne her eyes held concern and for once she let her emotions touch her face.
Moving a few locks of hair from Gwynne's face Selene then rested her head on top of Gwynne's and kept a firm, but soft, grip on her. She knew she should tend to the other but she felt exceptionally responsible since it had been her idea for them to link and for using Gwynne on top of that when she knew her block dealt with depression.
Staring out into the forest her eyes were blank as she held Gwynne and rocked softly back and forth. Her own mind was wondering if there was any chance her's and Jazral's pack was in it, if they were still alive. She wanted to be curled up to their warm fur again, she wanted their steady heart beats to fill her ears, she wanted to be somewhere she wasn't judged by what she was. A soft sigh escaped her as she continued to stare blankly into nothing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 7:52 am
Jazral nodded to Tarma "Normaly I only need a few hours sleep but i have not slept in a few days now, I will take every third watch if that agreeable" Jazral turned and eyed Selene as she was tending to gwynne and shook his head as he sence her longing for the wolves "I am sorry Selene, my pack is nowhere near here. They still roam the Haddon Mirk. They are sitll alive though, I spoke with them a few months befor I found you again Prehaps when we're finished here we should pay them a vist?"
Jazral stood andbowed to Tarma Markus and Selene "Excuse me I must go check up on Denath. Jazral walked over towards Where Denath had been resting. He was awake but laying on Jazrals bedroll His leg bandaged up. He knelt down, sitting on his haunches "How are you feeling my friend?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 9:07 pm
((I'm fast-forwarding a few hours to when Darz awakens. Edit: DM approved.))
Awaking with a start, Darz finds himself within a tent. He sees his sword nearby, too. Somebody must have moved it in here to be with him... That would mean that somebody knows...it brings comfort to him. With a sigh, Darz slowly blinks and attempts to get up. Being sore, his first attempt fails. With a grunting sigh, Darz attempts to do so, again. He uses his hands and arms as a counter-balance in rising. When he has forced himself up, he staggers a bit, picks up and sheaths his sword, and walks out of the tent. He finds a nice hill to sit on and begins a weave, a reversed weave as to not be detected doing so.
~I miss you, sister...~
An illusion forms from the strands of Spirit, Water, and Air woven together before Darz. Its his sister. He looks to the well-crafted illusion with a solemn look, and one of partial dispair. He'd...done something unthinkable! In a blood-rage, he'd sought to travel back in time, using the Portal Stones, and undo what had been done... Darz looks up to the illusionary weave before him and weeps.
~Ar'lania! My sister...I did...I went against the Hall's decree...the Hall of Servant's will... What am I supposed to do...?~
Darz's sword, Silver Wind seems to react to his words. He almost thinks that Ar'lania's spirit is attempting to speak through it...but he knows that impossible. With a sigh, he continues to watch the false Ar'lania before him. He has her smile...wanting to see that face, again, for comfort.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 9:45 pm
Gwynne came back to herself slowly. She was not recovered by any stretch, but she once again had some small control of herself. She looked around, finding herself in a small tent. Where are we? The last things she remembered were weaving a gateway, seeing weaves of both halves of the Power, and then only darkness and pain. Her eyes felt very bloodshot and dry, as if she'd cried for a long time and then slept. She felt very much like crying right now, but held it back with an effort. Looking down at herself, she saw she was still dressed, though she looked as though she had fallen in the dirt at least once. I did... She emerged from the tent, but paid no attention to what was around her. The horse Darz had been riding was tethered near another tent close by. That was someone she had questions for. She cautiously opened the flap of the tent, but it was empty. She noticed footprints in the dirt and followed them, finding him sitting on a small hill nearby with an obviously illusory person standing before him. ~Da'es shan, the Hall of Servants is Ages gone. What will you do now?~ She did not realize she was speaking the Old Tongue to him, nor that she was speaking it in a flawless imitation of Darz's dialect.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 10:05 pm
Darz looks at Gwynne, and, as he does so, the illusory Ar'lania does too. Darz attempts to stand, but though it doesn't look like he did either, he fails. Managing to clear his face with yet another Illusion weave, this one oddly neither reversed nor inverted, he smiles... at least, the mask upon his face does. The woman, being controlled by Darz, invites Gwynne closer. The fact that she speaks fluent Old Tongue does not escape him, but he also knows and understands perfectly, that she doesn't really understand it -- even from herself. With a nod, he begins.
You needn't hide from me. Though I do not know how... you do not seem to be able to surrender to saidar. He sighs, returning to her question. I have realized this, Lady Gwynne. I do not know what I will do... I know when I came from...and I have come to discover I am, indeed, in the future. The Aes Sedai are...so weak... It is as if they have forgotten saidin completely.
Darz is speaking from his observations. He's made no conclusions, as of yet, but he does seem to have a bearing on what he's heard and remembered. The dam, what is left of it, does seem to have crumbled a good deal. It would appear he has fully realized himself, and he can only hope so. Darz looks to Ar'lania, then he looks to Gwynne.
This is my sister, Ar'lania Vehla Majatier. I am Bahawmaun A'zum Majatier. I am called Darz for my illusory weaves, perfect in saidin. *chuckle* That's, at least, what Lews Therin liked to say... As in everything else, I'm sure he was far superior.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 10:28 pm
Darz This is my sister, Ar'lania Vehla Majatier. I am Bahawmaun A'zum Majatier. I am called Darz for my illusory weaves, perfect in saidin. *chuckle* That's, at least, what Lews Therin liked to say... As in everything else, I'm sure he was far superior.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 10:40 pm
Something does disturb Darz about Gwynne's seeming...slip into Old Tongue. Though Darz has, now, found ease in choosing between Old Tongue and Common, this, strangely untrained, girl should only know Common with this much of a fluent tongue. With a wave, Darz dismisses the Illusion weave masking his face -- his tears dry and smile returned. Darz decides to try something.
~I've heard Rand al'Thor's name, before, but I dismissed the name knowing only of Lews Therin.~ Since the Bore was drilled...the accursed war started... ~We tried our best...but many were lost to the Darkness as Dreadlords... Immorys was one of them.~
Darz stops, almost suddenly, as he leans back to think. As he does so, Illusion Ar'lania sits next to him and smiles towards Gwynne. "She" pats the ground as if to invite her over to sit. It has become obvious, to Darz, that Gwynne may well want a story.
My sister and I were rarely ever apart. ~She was my twin, born hours after me...and on the day after.~ We were part of the Hall of Servants, as you had guessed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 11:38 pm
Darz Something does disturb Darz about Gwynne's seeming...slip into Old Tongue. Though Darz has, now, found ease in choosing between Old Tongue and Common, this, strangely untrained, girl should only know Common with this much of a fluent tongue. With a wave, Darz dismisses the Illusion weave masking his face -- his tears dry and smile returned. Darz decides to try something.
~I've heard Rand al'Thor's name, before, but I dismissed the name knowing only of Lews Therin.~ Since the Bore was drilled...the accursed war started... ~We tried our best...but many were lost to the Darkness as Dreadlords... Immorys was one of them.~
Darz stops, almost suddenly, as he leans back to think. As he does so, Illusion Ar'lania sits next to him and smiles towards Gwynne. "She" pats the ground as if to invite her over to sit. It has become obvious, to Darz, that Gwynne may well want a story.
My sister and I were rarely ever apart. ~She was my twin, born hours after me...and on the day after.~ We were part of the Hall of Servants, as you had guessed.
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