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The wind that blew from the north carried a sweet, sickening odour of decaying corpses and smoke far to the south. Were the times different, people would have noticed the smell of death and destruction whirling in the air.

In the Times of Change, nobody noticed or seemed to care.

Nobody shed a tear and only a few whispered a silent prayer. They've seen too many stories beginning with an innocent-looking, if a bit sharp wind, and ending in pain and despair.





May the Light illumine you, Malkier, and may you find shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand,


whispered Asha'man Galdan as he emptied his second glass of wine. Even if he warded his dreams, the images that were already imprinted into his mind, he couldn't erase. Fires. And despair. It hurt, even in the Void. The Asha'man of the Black Tower fought against the Shadow on the borders of Malkier and they have failed. The Golden Crane disappeared in the flames, stone on stone didn't remain, nor a living creature in that land.

Malkier was destroyed. Destroyed but not forgotten. There was little comfort in that thought. He embraced Saidin, and for once he didn't care about the Taint that floated on its surface.




The sun mercilessly shone, but the Asha'man seemed not to notice the heat at all. There is surely some trick against sweating all Asha'man know, reasoned Soldier Tenar. And then another flying thought crossed his mind: He is holding as much Power as Lord Dragon could. Maybe the Taint... and he felt a cold stab of fear, despite the heat.

Some ten Soldiers of the Tower formed a line in one of the Training Yards, waiting.

'Soldiers', addressed them Asha'man Galdan and his ice-cold, emotionless voice sounded all but insane. 'Dedicated Danell will not be teaching you anymore. Today, I will supervise your training.' They've paid a high price, defending the Thousand Lakes. 'Every one of you will gather wood in a small pile and set it on fire. A small fire.'

The task sounded ridiculously easy to Tenar and a few Soldiers even smiled. They have learned carrying tasks as easy as this one a month ago. Tenar channeled.

His flows of Air were cut by an invisible force and the sticks scattered on the ground. What in the name of Light... A quick glance told him that the other Soldiers didn't have more luck.

Asha'man Galdan stood aside, arms crossed over his chest, face expressionless. Tenar could feel the power of Saidin radiating from him but the Asha'man obviously wasn't channeling. They would have seen the flows, wouldn't they?

An invisible flog of Pain caught him just above the knees and he fell into the dust. This will hurt the whole day. Of course, he won't Heal me, Tenar thought bitterly.

'Concentrate on the task. Weave fast, or you are dead, just as this Soldier here. Tenar. Now try again.' Tenar hated that emotionless voice.

Ronan walked towards the training ground with his sword. The Ma'Hael had told him that he had talent with a blade and with the proper training could become a great swordsman maybe even a blademaster. Ronan hoped that one day he would be chosen to rise to the rank of Dedicated because frankly he was beggining to get tired of being a Soldier. What infuriated him even more was the fact that he was stronger in Saidin then some of the Dedicated but the Ma'Hael still said he wasn't ready. No use complaining though because it had only wound up getting him cleaning duty in the stalls a task he despised with a passion.

Ronan turned sharply at something that moved out of the corner of his eye and stopped himself just short of seizing Saidin. For a moment he had thought he had seen a girl, a girl with golden eyes. Shaking his head he headed to the training ground just thinking it to be nerves.

(OOC: I am posting as my mains Character)

Gerrard had seen many things during his travels. He had seen the once the great city of Tar' Valen, the Sun Palace, The stone of Tear, The festivities of the great hunt. However, today he has another marvel to add to his list. The sun was just short of it's noon day peek when Gerrard reached the black walls of the Black Tower a day he shall not soon forget...

Gerrard walks the wall for what seems like forever while trying to find the enterence to the inner ground, during the passage though he noctice that no matter what part of the wall he was looking at it looked like smooth black glass. A thing he was sure had been done with the power. Upon reaching the enterence he makes his way for the inner city. Thus setting him forward on a path he shall never forget...

The logs starts to burn now and he is still brimming with the one power. He looked over at his soroundings and watch hows going for the other soldiers. Even though its fairly a hot season the Ashaman seems to be not sweating at all. it must be done with the one power. Something he have to learn sooner or later.

Ronan was a bit miffed at first but quickly went after the man. "Hold good sir. I was just off to my sword lessons and maybe my teacher is the man you seek."

"My name is Ronan Mintaka good sir. And if I may have yours." He said while showing him the way to the training area. While he waited for the mans response he grasped Saidin. After the struggling with it like he used to do with his dads cows he finally got it under control and drank in the filthy but yet sweet taste of the male half of the Power. With Saidin his senses were hieghtened and he could make out things he could never have with just his eyes. Looking into the forest he spotted some wolves there slowly slinking along in a way that he would not have noticed if not for Saidin. Why are there so many wolves around he thought they weren't here before and i thought animals like that didn't like people who could use the power. (Umm i just realized is anyone rping the sword instructor yet cause if they are i don't know who they are.)

My Name is Gerrard. I have spent a few years traveling the world, but haven't quite seen aything like that wall outside before. So I take it that you are one of the students here. So about how long does it take to become one of these Asha'man that I have been hearing about? I hear that they can do amazing things with the power. Most should be decent with a sword too, if I know my friend right.

Gerrard walks along with the man but got an odd felling the further in to the grounds of the Black Tower they went almost like the feeling of being followed but every time he would turn to look there would be nothing there that should not have been. He also began to believe his eyes were failing him, he would be seeing things which would be there for awhile but then suddely disappear, but in a place were the one power was being used so heavily one would expect these types of things, only this was different in a way from when he visited Tar Valon...

(OOC: We can make up the RP of the sword teacher it shouldn't be that hard. Also Serial you could say that you have followed us into the tower which would get you more involved in the RP)