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| Topic Started: Nov 24 2008, 05:47 AM (121 Views) | |
| Ildeus Sharshain | Nov 24 2008, 05:47 AM Post #1 |
Youngling
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Blood gold tresses flew through silted winds, as a traveller robed in a deep blue and orange Algode cloak strode beneath the burning sun of the Three-fold land. It had been a long and hard trek, through these waste lands, with nothing but the water conjured by his four black-coatless companions. They had Travelled most of the way, but neither Asha'man could afford to come outside of the cover of night. This visit was unofficial, and the coming to the Aiel city a secret. The world was threatened, the Shadow once again loomed over the crown of the world, the Towers, and one again it fell to a Dancing Death Rei to save it; or so the repugnant creature had raved about. Conscripting a company of seven, those whose silences could be bought he presumed, Ildeus was one of the chosen. They came from outside the city, as Travelling into it directly was warded against. Wearing a cloak of obscenely bright colours, to establish his Tinker halfblood, it was enough to guarantee safety passed fickle Aiel, who may or may not honour treatise with the Towers. Plus the Towers were not officially coming here, only the Healer's Shen and a handful of picked others made this journey. The company crested the ridge overlooking the way down to Rhuidean with the dusk. It would take several more hours before they made it into the heart of the city, the inhabitants seeming to act unnaturally skittish around the Tinker in the party. Ildeus despised those creatures as much as the Andorrans, but the bastard let the colorings serve his purpose at this time. An Asha'man led the party to one of the more senior Aiel, and were directed to the base of an enormous Tower. Ildeus ascended with the company to meed with this rumoured 'mysterious and immensely powerful' stranger. What he saw at the top both alarmed and impressed him. |
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| Rialt Erydinan | Nov 24 2008, 06:59 AM Post #2 |
Asha'man al'N'dore al'Mordero
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It had been three months since Rialt had resigned his position in the towers. Three months that his relationship with Edeleas had morphed almost overnight. He left the Towers behind and followed his friend to the wastelands. Sapphira was in chains, or she was when he had left her behind. Tar Valon was on the edge of war, if not already completely overtaken with the feud between Tear and Illian. He was deposed and knew exactly how he intended to reclaim his throne. And that is what the Black Tower would become, a throne that answered only to one. So he had spent the last three months in Rhuidean, learning his plight and mastering the events he would enact upon the Black Tower. He smiled to himself, as he noticed the faint steps of an approaching party. Getting to his feet he walked from his seat and knocked lightly on the door beside him. “We have company.” He said through the door. He turned towards the open archway on the opposite side of the room when the party entered. He recognized them all immediately. “Ildeus Sharshain, it is quite unexpected to see you so far from Tar Valon. I trust your journey was well?” He involuntarily turned his head to watch Edeleas enter the room. He smiled willingly. |
 Former M'hael Biography ~ Age of Legends Healing ~ Currently conceiving something altogether memorizing and maniacal | |
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| Edeleas al'Kuar | Nov 24 2008, 07:20 PM Post #3 |
Asha'man al'Dieb Cha, Lost during the War
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The piece on the board was held by otherwise fine but calloused fingers. It was carried and moved to the right, on a black square. The Fade at the other side of the board would have started breaking in sweat if it could. But the Fade had learned that if it showed the least bit of weakness in this game, its life would be over faster. It turned its sightless head toward its opponent, a blonde man clad in deceivingly plain clothing of black robes and dusty boots. But the man was a Chosen, whether the Fade liked it or not. The man gestured with a finger that it was the Fade's turn. The creature squirmed and looked at the board again. What now? What now? What now? The Chosen surveyed his prey with a faint, amused smile before turning to the hourglass by his right hand. "Remember the rules of the game..." Edeleas whispered, watching the grains escape into the lower half of the thing. The Fade wished it COULD break into sweat. But then, as if by some miracle, a knock on the door signaled that the game ended for now, and that the miserable creature's life was extended for some hours....and if it were lucky, days. “We have company.” Rialt's voice came clear from the other side. "Why. Some luck you have." Edeleas tipped the hourglass carefully to it's side before he rose, a fluid movement, sending the hems of his robe down to hang by his boot heels. He had a hand at ease at one hilt of one of the two short swords strapped to his sides, but the grip was, of course, anything but relaxed. He opened the door, quietly noting Rialt's smile when he entered the room and surveyed the party that had just arrived. Like Rialt, he too recognized Ildeus there. They all looked travel-worn and extremely sandy, to say the least. "Hmm." was all Edeleas said before ordering for drink to be brought over. |
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| Ildeus Sharshain | Nov 26 2008, 10:50 PM Post #4 |
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Youngling
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None could deny that the pair before him made for a domineering sight, and all at once, years upon years of training washed away like it was him once again in the meandering streets of Tar'Valon, having just silenced his former mentor: that fat bastard Mcthadius. That night when he had first witnessed the unreal speed of the Gaidin, their feline's grace weaponized in human form. He had thought himself clever then, gifted before the encounter; and after.... Well the truth struck him, his own complete emptiness, and the need to fill that void with power. A hunger had taken him then, a lust which had driven him to commit himself to the Gaidin path, even while he despised his teachers, he was driven to learn from them, taking from them what he coveted above everything else. And now, standing before two of the most powerful beings in the world, he shivered slightly with a sudden need and desire; just like that night long past. Ildeus let the want and need wash over him, let his emotions storm into a mire, and then muddle themselves into a dull ache. It was much the same as flame and void, ridding himself of what would interfere with his current errand. His widened rusty eyes slowly contracted from their initial awe at seeing those before him, and they returned to their slitted gaze as before, narrowing into suspicion, flecks of green colouring his eyes to match the onset of darker emotions. Was this a set up? Two Asha'man gone from the Towers Twain, the honesty of their departures unknown, but oh the black words of speculation that passed among the ranks of Swords Pins and Garrison alike. This felt almost like a trap. And at once Ildeus knew he was powerless in this situation. That is not to say he couldn't kill a channeller, but it took surprise and stealth to do that, not a frontal confrontation. The bloody gold haired bastard had little doubt in how fast he could flick a poison laced dagger at their hearts, and he had even less doubt that they could put up walls of hard air even faster. Yes, he was stuck. Thrown together, no one in the company seemed more eager to lead this task of darkness and deceit any more than any other. Singling one's self out as leader was tantamount to suicide, between bristling egos and cloak-n-dagger work. Ildeus would hide behind his shield of 'just following orders,' so long as necessary; just another face in the mob he hoped to himself. And right now, nothing was exactly awry, only unexpected. "Ildeus Sharshain, it is quite unexpected to see you so far from Tar'Valon. I trust your journey was well?" Ashes! Light Burn Bloody Ashes! He'd been singled out. Ildeus was quick on the uptake to return to the two men a bow twice over, and array himself as best he could in the oil of civility, much like a snake might shed one skin to another; despite the detracting quality of his obscenely shaded cloak being distinctly grit laden. "Unexpected fortune favours the weary. A journey fraught and well fought, rewarded at last. It is good to see you both hale, highests." |
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| Rialt Erydinan | Dec 1 2008, 11:37 AM Post #5 |
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Asha'man al'N'dore al'Mordero
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The party spread out before Rialt and now Edeleas silently. He recognized most of them immediately on one aspect or another. He knew Ildeus best though. Granted his interactions with the man had been few and far between, but he had spoken with him once or twice in passing he recalled vaguely. He had no idea of the disposition of the Youngling though, and kept his information sparse at the most. He nodded his head to the title reference and greeting that he and Edeleas received, and fired back with a few questions of his own. “Tell us Ildeus, what news do you bring of the towers?” He wondered if there was indeed going to be a trial for Sapphira, and if there wasn’t, how would she continue in her present course as Amyrlin? She couldn’t very well revert to before the charges were brought against her, as if nothing had happened and the incident hadn’t forever marred her image. He halfheartedly wondered what the red shen had to say of her “transgressions”, of which he was completely convinced were all false. Had he been given the chance to testify at a trial though, he’d make sure every member of that council left with sand in their ears and a permanent dis-satisfaction regarding the name Sapphira Calren. One day perhaps. “How is my successor holding his position?” He asked aloud instead of inquiring about Sapphira. Ildeus would fill in the blanks without a problem. Rialt glanced at Edeleas from the corner of his eyes; all blank cold, stone exterior. What he planned to do with this information was beyond him, but he knew that the time for a more public outlet for their plans would be realized shortly. He could feel the black tower splintering under his plans, the light only knew what would happen when he arrived back in Tar Valon. He turned his thoughts to a low mumble and listened intently to any information the youngling would give him, the remainder of the party silent and trembling. |
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