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I will keep this short, but we require from you five things:
Your character's name
Gender
Path(Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Gaidin)
What Shen/Ajah you wish to be
Where did you hear about this site?

Alright, this site has a few unique things about it. first off, the Red Shen. The story of our tower takes place around two hundred years after Rand and his legacy. The Red Ajah was dying, after


SPOILER






Rand Cleansed Saidin. But the M'hael (who isnt Mazrim Taim, or Logain, or anyone else, just to make things easier) was sympathetic, despite the Red Ajah's hatred. So he approached the Amyrlin with a proposition, to not only save the Red Ajah, but to span the chasm between The White and Black Tower. The Red Ajah would become the Red Shen, and its purpose was to hunt the dark one's political power in the world, as well as the Dark Ajah. This did indeed save the Red Ajah members from disbanning, but it came at a price. Each Aes Sedai would take on an Asha'man partner. Not bonded to one another, but sworn to defend each other. They worked as a team, going out into the cities and other places, working on finding and eradicating the dark one's allies. The members were equally balanced, having their own seperate duties when out on the field, and they did them with uncanny skill.
THE RED SHEN HAS TWO PREREQUISITES. THE FIRST, IS YOU HAVE A FRIEND WHO ROLEPLAYS THE OPPOSITE GENDER. SECONDLY, WHEN YOU ARE RAISED, YOUR RAISING THREADS MUST COMPLIMENT ONE ANOTHER!!!! Red Shen Colors: red and white


Asha'man- Asha'man have three different shen

Shen al'aman val- The Dragon Gaurd. Basically your evenly distributed, balance of fighter and channeler. Very compassionate. Colors: dark green and dark red

Shen al'N'dore al'mordero- Dancers of Death. Amazing healers (with or without the Power), Can make their way through battlefields practically undetected. Colors: yellow and gray

Shen al'Cha Dieb- Wind Talon. Often extremely powerful Channelers, can be very weak physically. Devote their lives as Asha'man to finding lost information, weaves, and items of the Power. Colors: dark red and dark blue

ALSO
So for myself It would be:


Zekieal al'Kith
Male
Asha'man
Red Shen(although I am now the M'hael, we can pretend im not)
Sapphira Calren.

Also, there is a Zero Tolerance for using characters from the book, or even naming yourself directly after one. If this happens, You will be asked to change it. If you do not, then we will be forced, to remove you from the site.

So, with that said, I shall leave you to your descriptions.

Enjoy, and welcome to the fusion of the towers ~-.-~

Your character's name: Aryatha Kalden
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
What Ajah you wish to be: Green.
Where did you hear about this site?: Nyrim, or whatever her name here is. :P

Rialt Erydinan
Male
Asha'man
Shen al'N'dore al'mordero
from Zekieal/Mathias

-Lyla ay'Yam
-female
-Aes Sedai
-erm... Keeper? I donno... I'm thinking Gray, though Green is a possibility... I have to talk to Ny about that - after all, the Keeper is from the same Ajah as the Amyrlin :)
-Ny told me about this place :)

Your character's name: Dalaine Telaisien
Gender: Female
Path(Aes Sedai, Asha'man): Aes Sedai
What Shen/Ajah you wish to be: I'm usually Red, but if there's anywhere you need someone, I'd be happy to help out
Where did you hear about this site?: I'm Angharad al'Saffir on Al'Tcheran and I read Zekiel's post in Introductions there

Your character's name: Eithne Fayre
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
What Ajah you wish to be: Brown
Where did you hear about this site? The wonders of Nyrim and PMing. :P
RPing Example (just noticed, as well :look):

Annela heard screams and yells as the first Darkhound leapt into the clearing, hackles raised, all teeth and rolling yellow eyes, maddened by rage, and fear, and... oh love of the Light! The only reason why she hadn't screamed was perhaps because she was simply too shocked to; Darkhounds! Darkhounds; what under the Light were they doing so far from the Blight? She twisted her head frantically as Tira seized her arm and they raced for the stream, the girls in the lead; she tried to look back, search for the Black Tower men, search for Jarena Sedai, but all she could see were snapping branches and grass and the sound of her heart thumping in her ears.

She remembered the saidar the women had sensed earlier; there was something clicking in the back of her mind even as they plunged into the stream, even while the ice-cold water swirled around her shoulders. It was difficult to keep her footing; it was even more difficult to think straight. The night was one of sound and color and movement and all she could do was to clutch Tira as the Darkhound paced the stream, throwing back its head and letting out bloodcurdling howls. The wolves' song had been one of nature, but this... oh Light! She guessed that the other Darkhounds were after the men; Light, where were they? Something clicking in the back of her mind.

Just then another form appeared in the night -- Arad, his green eyes shining bright with fear, running. "Stay away from her, come get me!" he called at the Darkhound, flinging a rock at it, and whatever it was in the back of her head was gone.

"Arad, don't be a fool!" Annela growled, so frightened she could feel her hands shaking; and like when she was a novice, she used anger to mask that fear. "Don't be a complete bull-goose flaming fool!" Channeling would never work. Channeling would not... the rock passed right through the Darkhound just as Arad threw himself into the stream; Annela grasped the Soldier by the coat and hauled him up next to the both of them, helping to steady him, and then she stood frozen, her mind refusing to tell her what was going on, refusing to reveal...

Saidar earlier on, the feel of saidar, strong and blazing in the night, like a beacon; only a full sister, and a powerful one, could draw so much. What for? Who was she? Not a wilder. Jarena and Tammira, going to check. Let them be alright. The Darkhounds, pouncing, snarling in the firelight. Darkhounds weren't ephermal; they were unnatural, but you could touch them, and they you. Nothing could harm them short of balefire, and only running water could slow them down, but they were flesh, though tainted. They were flesh, and Arad's stone had passed through them like mist. Even as she stepped forward, as she fought against the flow of water she knew that this might end her life. There's that chance. The True Source, and the Darkhounds, and... Another step, and another, one foot after the other, against the current, until she was an arm's length away from the Darkhound, from the shore, and then her hand darted forward to snatch a stone and she flung it at the Darkhound.

It skittered through it like it was passing through shadows, and her heart pounding madly in her ears, Annela took another step forward; the last time a step had felt so heavy was during the Arches, Aes Sedai gazes on her back and the ter'angreal shining bleakly before her. She thought she was mad or dreaming or possibly both. This can't be happening; I'm not that big of a fool, and... She stretched out a hand and reached for the Darkhound's foot, fully expecting the jaws to clamp over her head, to feel the poison and burn of its saliva, fully expecting her hand to meet flesh... she was so certain of her death that when her hand once again passed through the Darkhound's foot, she withdrew it and stared at it dumbly, and then backed a few steps back into the stream again, turning to meet Tira's eye.

Character name: Valarian al'Dera
Gender: male
Path: Asha'man
What Shen: The Dragon Guard
Where did you hear about this site: Zekieal and Rialt

:D thanks guys :D

Cayana Alhi
Female
Aes Sedai
The Green Ajah
Mother sent me a pm :D

Rp (It's a bit short I know, I just took one of my 'old' posts at Glimmers):

The morning had been as long as the evening before. Tira had stayed at Kelins side as long as she could and had had to get up early to fix the things she hadn't had time for in the evening. Her sleep hadn't been much of rest either, filled with nightmares and worry. Over her shoulder Tira was carrying her saddle bags as she walked down the stairs towards the stables. Trying to look as serene as any Aes Sedai and as if the slight showing of tiredness were just a part of that. The masks and games that Annela doesn't like... I wonder how she will like Cairhien...

Walking over the path towards the stables Tira looked up at the black tower, glistening in the morning sun. Kelin was in there, at least she hoped that he had taken her advise. That man would get himself killed if he wasn't more careful. It felt heavy inside to think of that. She didn't want to loose him, last night it had been to much of a reminder of that it was really possible, no matter how much older he was, and how much more he knew. Tira slightly wondered why he kept on traveling alone like that, showing that he was Asha'man if people really reacted like that for no good reason. It hadn't been the first time, but it was the only time Tira had seen him hurt. She hoped he had at least read the letter she had left him.

Today Tira wasn't dressed fancy. She was wearing a woolen riding dress in dark brown with green details. Around her shoulders she wore a green cloak and under her arm she carried a bedroll. They would probably sleep a few nights under the sky so it was just as well. Tira turned around to walk over the stable yard and she smiled a little as she saw Annela. "Good morning sister. Have you slept well?" Tira greeted her and gave her a hug. "Wait here and I'll get my horse."

That was something she had had to fix this morning as well. She had hoped for Kelin to be there when she got to his room so she could ask to use one of his horses. As he was still unconscious when she left she hadn't been able to ask, so at first light she had been down once to the stables and asked the manager to find a good riding horse she could buy. She hoped he had acquired one, it had after all been very short notice.

She left Annela and went into the stables with her packing. After a while she came out once again leading a black riding horse, a mare that looked slightly old but not to old to ride, as long as they wouldn't go into battle or have to gallop for big parts of this little journey. "So, shall we leave?" Tira asked as she stopped before Annela, still not taking any notice of her own slightly tired face and putting a small smile on her face. Hopefully Annela wouldn't make her explain before they had left Tar Valon at least, there were far to many people around as it was.

Kiren Thym
Female
Gaidin
the M'Hael



small bit huh? sorry no can do :tongue


“Yes, but I’d prefer to do it away from the library… It’s not really something you do or talk about around other people.” His sudden words making no sense with their topic and uttered more to himself then for her ears meant, immediately made her turn serious, and curiosity started rising again about what ‘it’ was that he wanted to talk about. He let his actions meet his words and after a nod from her he picked up his books and together they left the library.
For a little while they walked around in the Tower Grounds, and Kiren carefully minded his scent. Over the past five or six years, she had started to understand what most scents were, and had learned that with most people in the Tower, their scent seldom matched the image they projected of themselves.

For the Seeker, this was true as well at the moment, after all he did look like nothing special was happening, but he was nervous... and somewhat... eager it seemed; but most of all nervous. His sweat was fresh and he smelled of some fresh herbs, he often smelled like them; and she liked that about him. But there also was a scent of doubt, of fear... though very little and it was mostly dominated by the scent of him being stubborn. The entire mix of his emotions was intriguing, but still he managed to keep up a calm face and talk as if nothing was amock.
He led the way out of the Tower Library and down into the Tower Gardens. For a little while, they chatted, of quite unimportant things, just enjoying each other’s company until finally Rialt seemed to have found what he was looking for and turned to fce her with a serious gaze.

So; this is it... at least he has me interested now. she briefly thought before he spoke up. “Kiren, I had an ulterior motive for asking you to meet me today.” Without to much hesitation she spoke up as well, she knew that he sometimes would run around in circles without getting to the point, but this seemed to be important, and she was quite curious by now. “I thought so…What is it?”
The Asha’man took in some breath as if he wanted to brace himself for his words
“Recently…I’ve been thinking a lot about my role in the Tower. You know that I have been in many wars... I have seen many of my brothers fall, when I know they would have lived had someone been by their side to watch their back…” Something within her seemed to be alarmed and subconsciously she straightened her shoulders and felt like perking her ears. Had she really been a wolf, she’d put them up straight by now.
“Kiren, I do not want to become one of them. I have no plans of ending up with a tree named after me in the Garden here…” He paused, as if to gather his thoughts and went on, still sending chills down her spine. “I have known you now, since you arrived. I would like to say that I think I know you very well, and I can call you a true friend of mine.” She would know that what he was saying was serious, he was not one to openly talk about his relationships with people. “What I am about to ask you is just that, a request... you are under no obligation to agree or do anything that you do not want to.” he isn’t serious is he?. “Kiren, would you become my Warder? I would be honoured if you accepted…”



he is.



“Kiren, would you become my Warder?” the words rang in her head. Over and over again.
Somehow, while he had been speaking she’d known he was going to ask it... she’d anticipated it. but as soon as he’d asked it, she was at a loss of words. Or thoughts for that matter.
“Kiren, would you become my Warder?”
It all seemed so strange to her. Sure she’d seen the gazes that quite a few of the Asha’man cast at her on the training grounds; making her feel like a prized animal.

She and Nemah had been by far the only women in the garrison; but they were the ones that didn’t look as much like the men; and while the Aes Sedai and accepted often enough came to check out the male prized animals, Nemah and Kiren had often felt like they had been those of the Asha’man and their students

“Kiren, would you become my Warder?”

It sounded different from that time when Leon had asked her to be his bondmate. She had politely said no. She hardly even knew the Wind Talon and to this very day still had no clue why he had asked her in the first place.
This indeed was very different.
She knew Rialt. Even though he was the second most powerful man in the world, he was her friend and had treated her kind and with respect.
yes. But if you let him bond you then what? A bond is for life. Are you willing to let you life slip away from you for his sake? Will you be able to sacrifice your life for him every single day should it be needed?

Her eyes turned a bit glassy as she thought. A moist wind passed and gave her chills. She still saw Rialt though, watching her carefully. When she had just arrived here she would definitely think that gaze of his was one of a predator waiting to strike at it’s prey. But not now anymore. Now she had gotten used to him looking like that. He wasn’t going to strike at her should she say no. but why would I say no?
As if stuck numb, the question dawned to her. why would I say no? I have started training merely to stay here, yes, but I am a Tower Guard now. And I have sworn oaths to protect the Towers, to protect the Aes Sedai, The Asha’man, the Gaidin and all their students. And I meant my oaths. And Besides it’s Rialt.

Without knowing that there had actually passed quite a lot of time, Kirens eyes turned normal again and she met his gaze bluntly.
Slowly she nodded her head and then softly spoke, her voice was held in determination, though she couldn’t’ help but let a it of her nervousness about this shine trough. “If you are certain in this decision; then I will let my body be your shield, and my soul be your sword.” It was an old way to accept a bonding; and Kiren doubted that many still used it; but the words had always intrigued her, and had always sounded... true... and Just to the cause of a gaidin. They were inspiring and she would hold them high always.

Somewhat nervous she let her fingers rummage softly trough her pouch with roasted nuts; keeping the urge down to pop a few between her lips.

Character's name: Zaide al'Karne
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man
Shen: Undecided as of now
Where did you hear about this site?: Mother

Name: Mika Soljourn
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Red
Where did I hear about this site?: from me :look

ok... as I already said... a short sample, sorry no can do :P
(this is from one of my other Characters... just thought it to be fitting for a future red :evil )



A soft breeze of wind made the fresh green grass seem to roll over the hills and the young dandelions that rose slightly above the grass, seemed to be a yellow ocean, letting its waves go free.

Suddenly out of thin air, a line appeared, and a few others, revealing a gateway that had just been created in this sunbathing landscape. A few dandelions were cleanly cut in half and fell down before Hanabi’s feet as she stepped trough the gateway, seeing it close behind her back.

With only a mere look around her, the young woman started walking. Not too far away from her to the south, she saw the city of Cairhien. It’s patterns straight outlined as she’d read in books. As she started walking towards the city she mumbled a curse to herself that she knew only some necessities about the country, the people, the customs and the city itself. But she also reminded herself that it all had gone so fast and that she had gotten only little time to prepare herself for this.

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It had been only half a day ago, when, sometime before she was supposed to wake up she had been summoned to the head of the Black, to go on a mission to prove her worth once more.
There the Head had explained to Hanabi that she wanted a specific bit of information from one of the noblewomen in Cairhien close to the throne. To obtain that piece of information, Hanabi had been granted a week maximum and she would be dropped near the city of Cairhien as soon as she was ready for it. So after the Head dismissed her, the novice hurried trough the halls in order to prepare herself. She attended the class before breakfast with her mentor as if nothing happened, quickly ate her breakfast and then, during her chore time she snuck off to the library.

As she entered and the librarian, one of the brown sisters, quickly examined her, she explained the chubby sister that she had been send to study for her Nations and Cultures class. Without even granting the girl in white, the brown sister turned back to her book, mumbling something about where she could find it.

After spending the entire morning in the library, Hanabi finally got out, cherishing every bit of information she had been able to find. She avoided all she knew as much as possible and hurried to her room, hoping to find it empty. Feeling as if she had the Great lords own luck, she managed to find her room empty, grab all the things she needed for this trip and make it to the room where she had said to meet the Head once more.

Little words were exchanged between them and soon Hanabi noticed a feint glow around someone else, someone cloaked and a gateway appeared. Without any fuss the novice had gone trough and then found herself on a deserted hillside, looking at the city of Cairhien.
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As she reached a bit of high bushes, Hanabi slid out of her novicedress and into a tight fitting dress of Taraboner cut that she had been able to acquire from one of her admirers that she had in the city. After a few minutes of making herself decent she reappeared from the bushes and continued walking again, towards a road she saw a bit up ahead.
She had almost reached it and suddenly stopped for a moment to embrace the source. As she gave herself to Saidar, she imagined herself with her hair not black, yet fiery red and held in little braids. She wove a few times with her hands trough her hair and then softly touched her nose and cheeks, imagining she had some frickles. In the meanwhile she wove a few not too difficult weaves that actually made the changes happen; for the gestures she made were only mere things she’d picked up while learning herself. She was a wilder, and the fact that she possessed the talent ‘mirror of mists’ was one that almost no-one knew of and that she herself had been experimenting with for quite some time, even though she did not knew she had the ability to touch saidar.

Not long after she got on the road, a merchant passed and offered her a ride to the city. Upon entering it, she gave the clerk a different name then her own. Lady Hinata Pretzchy of house Kuei of Tanchico and let him note that she’d stay in an Inn called ‘The Rising Sun’

Not long after she was getting a nice room in said inn. After putting down her few belongings, she sat down on the bed, gladly receiving the meal brought to her by a maid. Even though she was determined to go back to the tower, to become an Aes Sedai, she felt her certainty waver for a second as she tasted the delicious food and with that realised how much comfort she had here, compared to her life as a novice.
When the maid left; Hanabi let go of the weave that had been upon her and then let her thoughts go over her two plans again.

She’d first try to get into contact with Lady Diralia’s husband and see if she could get the information from him; or rather, see if he had the information she needed because if he did, she had no doubt she’d eventually get it.

If the man did not know the information however, she’d have to get to the next plan, one she loathed to do for it held more risks then she’d like to take, but it had been a mission from the Head herself so she did what she could to obey.
The next plan would be to use the one power to look like a maid of the noblewoman herself in order to get close to her, and then use other methods of getting the info out of her then asking nicely.

At that moment however, she wished not to trouble herself too much about those matters, and stepped into the bath that had been prepared for her after finishing her dinner. Again she felt the will to just stay here and never go back to the tower. But she knew very well that that were but a child’s dreams and then turned her mind back to what she was to do now. The fact that she did not know where to find Lord Diralia, and that there was Daes Dae’mar to take into account she found troublesome and she used her time in the bath to think.




After a little while she got out of the tub and prepared herself for a night out in the city. She carefully chose make-up that went well with red hair and a friendly face, for now she’d not have her icy stare but a friendly open face.



A couple of hours later Hanabi lay on her soft bed, the night had been somewhat productive for she already knew where exactly the lord lived and she had even been able to find out some of the inns he liked to visit.

The next couple of days seemed to rush by. She found the man and innocently made his acquaintance, while during everything she did, she tried to use every single trick her mother had taught her to win the mans hart... or at least his desire. And it worked for by the fourth day she had already been given a horse and found herself riding by Lord Diralias side out in the fields of Cairhien..

So she started turning the conversation a it, putting herself in the position of a victim; a victim that would be helped by the knowledge his wife, and he too maybe, held.
And not long after he took the bait and filled her in, telling everything that might help the woman he desired in the hope of winning her favor.

Hanabi felt relieved that now finally she could return to her room; for holding the weave that altered her looks was very tiring and certainly while riding a horse, so She excused herself after a while, saying that she had a slight headache from the movements of her horse and then let her ‘lover’ escort her to the citygates where she found her way to the inn after they’d arranged for another meeting the next day.

In her Room she quickly packed her stuff and then went down to the Innkeeper that tried to keep her there for a while longer. She had been a good customer for she had enjoyed the free life as much as possible and off course her sudden departure made the round man think all sorts of strange things; especially since a bit of faded make-up was visible under her Taraboner veil. Tears that had been produced especially to give her a reason and to let the man let her leave. She was sick and tired of this Deas Dae’mar, all those hidden meanings, and looks when she did something that meant nothing but was thought to be meaning a lot.

She let the stable boy bring forth her newly acquired horse and then rode of towards Tar Valon, glad that she was able to remove her Powermade disguise and the veil.
For two days she rode and then stopped in a village to sell her horse and her clothes while buying normal women’s clothing and she hiked along with a farmer to a little town near the White city.

Hanabi arrived around the late afternoon of the sixth day and went straight to the best inn, ordering a room and a meal. She did not like what needed to be done now, but she knew that she couldn’t return to the White Tower all by herself, it would raise eyebrows and thus she made sure that by nightfall a few men were quarrelling about her and, while acting upset, she drew as much of the power as she could and let flows of air burst away from her, sending the men flying and drawing a lot of attention to herself. But her plan had not been in vain as little later an Aes sedai walked into the inn and recognised the girl as a runaway novice.

Seeing as how Tar Valon was but a few hours riding, Hanabi found herself later that night back in novicewhite curtseying before her mentor, the Mistress of novices.
She knew she’d not get away with what she’d done lightly, but at least she had fulfilled her mission to the Dark Lord.

Laridian Maeronen of House Telarin (Tairen)
Male
Asha'man
Shen al'Cha Dieb
Rialt convinced me this place would roxxorz mah soxxorz. 0.o

Posting Example:
One with Rialt at Glimmers, where we find out that we're related.

Maerin had finally managed to escape for a while. He had felt his fingers itching non-stop, desperately hoping for something to do, ever since he had arrived in Tar Valon. Even in his sleep he had been working at the forge again. He had been reliving the scene when the Asha'man found him and dragged him here. Except, this time, there was no Asha'man. He successfully made his alloy, poured it into its dagger mold, and went about his daily tasks. It had felt so natural, so very right. He even somehow managed to come back in his dream and start grinding down the dagger. Of course, when he came back, he had had that pretty novice with him from class, who somehow became his mentor Jasce Colle, telling him he wasn't grinding it down correctly, that it would break if he kept doing it like that. And then the dagger broke, and then... he had woken up, depressed and annoyed. It was early- not quite true daylight yet- and his roommate Maloor was still asleep. Despite Maerin's warnings to him about his own snoring, Maloor had turned out to be ten times greater in volume. Half the reason he had probably dreamed of his forge at home had surely been due to the man's incredibly loud snoring. Especially the grinding part of the dream. Maloor had a very peculiar grating sound to his snores.

Maerin dressed, fumbling with the buttons on the unfamiliar uniform. He slid his chest of tools out from under his bed, and, quietly as he could, snuck out of his room. Although he doubted Maloor would hear him over the roar ensuing from his own mouth. Taking care not to look suspicious, or at least not glancing over his shoulder EVERY step, he worked his way to the Tower Gardens (after a brief, accidental detour past the novice's quarters- he could have sworn he heard a match for Maloor in there somewhere). He had noticed yesterday that part of the Gardens seemed more secluded, whether due to profuse shrubbery or lack of interesting sights he didn't know, but he made his way over to an area where it would be difficult for a casual observer to spot him. Letting out a sigh of relief, Maerin gleefully began setting out his tools. He knew he wouldn't be needing all of them for the task at hand, but it was still a comfort to see them all laid out before him, something familiar and welcome. He gave the rock before him a grimace, knowing it wouldn't be nearly as good as his anvil at home, but it was decently flat, and it was here. Not that he was sure it could withstand the blows of a hammer. Opening the lower portion of the chest, he pulled out the unfinished knife and the lump of silver he had brought with him.

Would it be better to grind the knife, or to use the silver? he thought, weighing his options carefully. He really itched to get back to work with heated metal again, but any smith work was good work at this point, and without a forge he would have to rely on his knowledge of the One Power. Which at this point was next to nothing. He voted for the grinding as the more sensible choice. Putting the silver back in the chest, he grabbed his work goggles, rolled up his black sleeves above the elbow, and put his protective gloves on. The fingers were cut off- Maerin had always felt that touch was an important measurement no matter what the metal, and while it had earned him greater skill in his craft, it had also earned him inumerable little burn scars on his fingers and hands.

Grabbing the knife-in-progress, he blindly reached for his file, and managed to shove two of his hammers that had been resting precariously on the edge. They fell together, making surprisingly loud clangs of metal that seemed even louder in Maerin's ears.

"Bloody Ashes!" he whispered fervently, yanking his goggles up onto his forehead. "Light, I hope no one heard that."

“Do you MIND? I’m trying to meditate and you’re incessant pounding is doing nothing but aggravating me.”

Maerin nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't even heard the man come near him. Turning swiftly to apologize, (and wondering if he would get in trouble) he looked at the man sitting behind the tree and nearly froze. For one god awful second he thought there was some kind of insane ter'angreal mirror in front of him (who could say what might be in the gardens of the Tower?). But it wasn't. It was....him. Maerin. Himself. But his eyes were green, a startling green like his father's, and he had brown hair. The gears whirred in Maerin's head but nothing was connecting. How could someone look so exactly like himself? He walked (staggered is more like it) around the tree between them, certain that the trip from Caemlyn had cracked him up somehow, that he was still sleeping. He stopped two feet in front of his doppleganger, half pointing at him with his left hand, unfinished knife at his side in the other, and one eye squinted in confusion.

"How...how could...." he began, but found himself unable to form any kind of coherent statement. He just stared at the man, unable to look away.

Name: Radgar Blackdragon
Sex: Male
Path: Asha'man
Shen: al'Aman Val
Where Did i hear about this: A few people can't pin point who exactly lol

Sample RP: this is from Glimmers of the Wheel

Cayden walked out of the barracks and looked down at the Gaidin standing in front of him. Getting pummeled with rain, he walked down the steps in his loose fitting brown pants, and white shirt. Caydens shirt was soon sticking to him like a second skin. Grumbling about his shirt Cayden was still trying to figure out what to feel. He wasn’t sure if he should be excited, nervous, anxious, the list went on.

Cayden finally stood in front of the table. It felt to him like the short distance between his barracks and the table took him an hour to walk. But in actuality it had only been seconds. Bowing slightly to the Gaidin, Cayden looked down at the table. Picking up a pair of Gauntlets, he slid his hands into them. These should do me fine. he though, the other stuff would just slow me down. He knew he would need his speed in this battle. Picking up the sword, Cayden swung it around to get the feeling for its balance. After a minute he nodded.

“No Sir,” Cayden said with an abashed smile, “You are not the one I thought would be here. I am honored to face such as you in the absence of the Master of Arms. This sword and these gauntlets should do me fine Gaidin.”

Cayden walked out into the center of the courtyard. Getting into a proper fighting stance, Cayden started channeling all his thoughts and emotions into the flame he envisioned. Immersed in Ko’di, Cayden was the calm, he was ready, well as ready as one could be in this situation. Caydens brown eyes found Edwyns, and nodded to his better. Cayden’s face was unimaginably calm, although he did not know how long he could hold on to Ko'di. All Caydens questions about himself where channeled into the Flame.

“I am ready, Gaidin.” Cayden said with no emotion evident in his voice.

Name: Soraya
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Undecided for now, gimme some time... I have some RP expierience but this is the first time I RP a novice...
Where did you hear about this site?: Valarian
*cough* I know him very well :look

Um, an RP example right?..... Here's one of my favorites:


Gaunora kept attacking thrust after thrust, swing after swing, till her blade cut Tammira's arm. Time allmost seemed to freeze as the sharp blade sunk into the other woman't flesh. It wasn't even a deep cut, but her sword seemed to sing once it had drawn blood, looking as if the shining steel had been decorated with a small smear red. She had cut her slowly. If she had done it fast there wouldn't have been blood on the blade. Gaunora tried to calm down and looked at the little spat of red. Then she sensed Tammira's attack coming, anticipating one of the other woman't dirty tricks she avoided the kick and brought down her sword. She knew she had to be on her toes now Tammira was in the offensive, especially since she wasn't used to fighting a left handed opponent. Then the mistress of arms' left elbow collided with her nose.

For a second the pain minimalised her vision and Gaunora quickly took a few steps back, her hand coveirng her face. Her nose was bleeding hard, but even if it was broken, it wasn't an open fracture. After a few seconds she got most of her vision back. Even though she felt like her face just got smashed, she attacked again, head on. The rage still took a hold of her, but more like a controlled anger. She now also made feint moves, making it harder for Tammira to see through the attacks. Then, in a wide arc, Gaunora swung at her opponent's neck. Tammira could only parry just in time, the expression in her eyes dazzled by the knowledge that Gaunora would have just killed her without hezitation if she had't defended in time.

Again time slowed down in Gaunora's mind. What am I doing? This isn't like me. It was as if Zelnoken had taken over her body while her real self pulled back and looked at herself from outside. Gaunora watched herself and Tammira. It didn't look like a friendly spar at all. She still kept attacking, while in the mean time trying to get a hold of herself. Tammira's attacks became more dangerous as well. Quick and unexpected she thrusted her sword at Gaunora. The clinging of the steel still rang in her ears and she kept avoiding and blocking Tammira's blows. "You can't kill me."she laughed bitterly. "You can't kill me! BECAUSE I'M ALLREADY DEAD!" An opening in Tammira's defense gave Gaunora the opportunity to slash at Tammira's chest. Though what she had mistaken for a flaw in the other woman's defense was really an attack, one that she had seen only when it was too late. While Zelnoken cut into Tammira's chest she felt the boot on the side of her knee kick so hard it caused her to lose balance and fall backward to the ground. The wound she caused may have bought her a second or two to get back on her feet, so she quickly rolled away over the sand and pushed herself back on her feet, wiping the blood of her face.

Character Name: Marian Skylas

Gender: Female

Path: Aes Sedai

Ajah: Unsure at this point... Is that okay?

Where did you hear about this site? There is a link on Wotmania. ;)

Roleplaying Sample: (If you've read my introduction, you'll have heard that I'm not the greatest roleplayer, and I usually roleplay on very basic RPGs, so this one was made specifically for this. I hope that's all right. Thanks!)

Marian Skylas drummed her fingers on the dinner table, almost wishing that years of training were erased, just so she could slouch a bit. This dinner had been going on for ages! Marian didn't mind feasts or banquets or any of the fancy parties that the high born had to endure, but when no one addressed her through it all, she was bound to tire of it easily.

But the old Cairhienin lady didn't look like she was finishing up. Her gray hair was drawn so tightly back into a bun, you could barely see the lines on her face. The woman might have been quite elegant, what with beautiful blue pearls and her noble slashes across her dress, but her wide red lips ruined that. Especially when they opened and closed relentlessly.

How could the woman breath? She talked so quickly, without hesitation, Marian wondered if she'd ever had any proper speech training. Marian's governess always snapped at her to sit straight, speak slowly and clearly. This woman was ridiculous.

Her mind began to wander, and she looked up at the crystal chandalier, hanging over their dining table. Who was the woman anyway? Supposedly, she was distantly related to Lady Skylas, Marian's mother. Probably someone so unrelated that one couldn't even trace the lines back...

"Have you heard? There's an Aes Sedai in Cairhien," the woman squawked. Marian snapped to attention. Aes Sedai? Perhaps this old coot wasn't so boring after all...

Name: Ildeus Sharshain
Gender: Male
Path: Gaidin
Referral: Glimmers of the Wheel
RP Sample:

Name: Edeleas al'Kuar
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man

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He wondered where they were, not that he really cared about it. He wandered through the silent corridors of the Black Tower, trying in vain to control the panic that started to hammer inside his chest.

Just where was everybody?

The Tower felt odd, too. Swallowing, he reached for saidin and readied himself, just in case. Something was waiting around the corner.

Name: Kathera Galwyn
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Blue
Where did you hear about this site? Relms of Tar Valon
Example of my RP (I'm not sure if I need to, but i want to be sure.):

Niera stumbled over the cobbled street, her breath ragged. Quickly, she glanced around, and ran, tripping, into the dark alley. Leaning against the cool wall, she panted, and looked around once more. She had to admit, the little town wasen't what she had expected.

I really ought to have known better, Niera thought to herself wyrly. Here I am, a decently pretty girl, in a oh.... desolate little town? Shaking her head grimmly, she exited the dark little alley, this time heading to the right.

As she walked along the abandoned street, Niera thought to herself. The praise blood and ashes fit quite well right now, thank you very much, and she was feeling just as fluff-brained as ever. Muttering to herself about her stupidity, she broke into a run, heading toward an inn. The Black Pony.

Niera pushed the door open, eyes searching through the darkness. She coughed a little at the pipe fumes, but headed in. AT least she could pay decently. Adjusting her brown wollen skirts, she strode up to the owner of the little inn.

He eyed her, obviouly not wanting her type in his Black Pony. "Whada ya want?" he asked gruffly. The dirty man picked up his ale, taking a long swig, while watching her intently.

"A room." seeing his eyebrows raise, she hurried on. "I can pay." The inn keeper held out his hand, speeking just as gruffly as before.

"Five coppers. I've got rats." Wincing, Niera followed him into the gloom.

Name: Nhadnay
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man
shen: undecided






Veritas took a deep breath. Adrenaline flew trough his body as if it was his blood itself. He’d be raised today, he would be an apprentice he’d be one step closer to his goal to become warder to an Aes Sedai; to fight alongside her whenever it was needed, to give his life in her stead; to be a brother in battle, a gaidin.
Pride filled him as he stepped trough the large doors into the little chamber in which three councilors sat. The ceremonymaster stopped before him and started going trough the explanation. Eagerly he listened to what she had to say and nodded slightly at each thing. He knew he was ready for it!

The Aes Sedai seemingly concentrated and the Ter Angreal seemed different. the ceremonymaster nodded to him and with his head high he stepped trough.

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The smell of blood reached his nose as he overviewed the horrific scene beneath him. Death was everywhere, and he was sick of it.
It had been merely a few days since he’d arrived here with his company of Tower guards, and off course with his Aes Sedai. Trough his bond he felt that she was somewhat nervous, and annoyed, but most of all she was tired; or rather exhausted.
He kneed his brown Crusher towards her. The horse had certainly deserved it’s name, for it was a fantastic warhorse; fighting just as good as it’s master; as if it was yet another extension of Veritas’s body, like his two longswords.

He reached Miso Sedai and handed her a water sack to let her drink a bit and regain some of her strength. Even now, when she was tired and sweating, she still looked like a queen; overseeing her servants and placing them on the board like she was playing Stone.
There was no use in saying that she’d not be able to help out a lot longer, so still while he felt her quick flare of gratitude for the water, he already was bellowing more orders for his troops.
Things had looked bad for the united army of the borderlands; and even when they fought alongside men of other nations, the shadow still was managing to push trough their ranks.
That was until his company of Tower guards, Gaidin and Aes Sedai arrived, lead by him and Miso Sedai of the Green.
He still felt great pride for reaching up the ranks within the white tower so fast; he had been only 30 when he’d been granted this responsibility and now, on this very day he felt like he would make history. This battle would be a huge victory by the survivors; and those that lost well… If this battle was won, the light would prevail once more, and they’d even be able to clear part of the blight most likely. And it would be because of his intervention and aid to the united armies, it would be his name that would be put into the books of Tar Valon, in the books on the entire land. And he would be a hero, sung about by gleemen everywhere.

Trough his bond he felt Miso concentrate strongly, and from within her he sensed a joyful pain; she was pushing herself in taking in Saidar, it always felt like this when she did that.
His thoughts were correct for he was barely able to catch her as her knees gave in because of the difficulty. But that only happened after she’d called upon a huge storm.
As she held her in his arms dark clouds gathered fast, and while he was still letting her sip some more of the water; the first loud rumblings of thunder already were audible.
Even before she was back on her feet steadily, lightning flashed down from the skies on the carnage beneath them where a new, large horde of trollocks and other shadowspawn was coming to the aid of their lightforsaken allies. Lightning struck them and the impact also made the earth around it fly up and away, taking down numerous other minions with it.
As the storm lasted, the rain also muffled the horrible smell of blood and death and Miso was already getting better again. He had always held a great amount of respect for his Aes Sedai, and even though it had taken her quite some time to actually make him agree to be one of her warders; after he’d been on the battlefield with her, he’d been very proud of himself to be picked by one so valiant and true to the light as she.
She had chosen to bond him when he still was a young lad, and had been there in her first battle to stand by her side and defend her along with her other two warders. He had been there for her when she traveled trough the land, ‘brushing’ away stupid brigands and whitcloaks –still were the same for him, they always had been- and he’d been there for her the day that Jurgen and Gunther were killed in a large battle, like this one, he’d comforted her on that day and those after it. And now he was her sole warder and he still stood by her. He felt great pride of what he’d done with his life, and often thought back of his past, when he’d dreamed of being a warder, of being the protector to a great aes sedai… of this life and now he lived it.

He put her on her horse and then jumped on his own Crusher and they started going down, This was the moment that the battle would be fought and if they’d press on now they’d be victorious.
He was about to shout the orders to attack again when suddenly he felt cold running trough the bond, out of reflex he held his Aes Sedai by her shoulders as her eyes that now were blank stared in front of her and she spoke cold words, as glimmers of the wheels will for what would come.
“The sun or night
by choice of a man
the stakes too high
thoughts blind by a ban
Now night or sun,
Upon the blades
What can’t get hurt
Will know grave pain
Now sun or night
What kills is gone
The road is free
But still night comes”
Again the words made no sense to him but she quickly recited what she’d said and she thought about them for a moment.
Then she shook her head. “This choice is not that of ours, the wheels wills another path; for this one neither of us can walk; we must leave.” The lines of his jaw grew harder; this was an annoying part of her, every time she was granted a view on the weavings of the Wheel, she became scared and cautious, and every time he’d listened to her, every time he’d obeyed her, he’d given up opportunities for her instinct.
But this was too much of a chance; this battle would decide the fate of the world, it would make him great. And even before he shook his head he heard her talk in anticipation of his stubbornness she felt trough the bond “Veritas; please… I have a really bad feeling about this, we must go back” she put her arm on his and looked him in his eyes with a pleading look; the one she always used to convince him out of a battle.
But not this time. He felt a bit of panic rise within her along with uncertainty and he only shook his head once before he started bellowing orders to his men. They would win this war! “Not this time, it will be fine.” He told her calmly before he rode off. This would be his chance on victory and he wouldn’t let her fear take it away.

With Crusher charging in on full speed he drew his two longswords from his back. It was a special Ter Angreal made especially for him as a gift made by both the Towers; Whenever the two blades were used together it would be impossible to hurt him, and it had often saved his life.
He made his way trough the hordes of trollocks, slashing them open as Crusher did his name honor. Arrows came flying towards him, but always deflected on either of his blades.
Miso was in the back of his mind, trying to fend of her fear by throwing fireballs into the hordes; he gave her a calming look while holding up his right arm do let another arrow deflect of his blade.
It did. And as the choice was made; upon the blades, hurt was caused, hurt greater then any other, as he saw the arrow that his blades deflected pierce itself into her chest.

Her eyes were wide as he was stunned at the unstoppable pain that suddenly got to him.

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The Ter’Angreal grew silent and the Aes Sedai turned her head towards the gaidin. With her serene face she shook her head softly.

Name: Miakoda
Gender:Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Brown, maybe yellow but a poor one.
Told by: Gwenhywfar who use to be here oh and she says hi to all she knows.

Smaple RP: (I j ust kinda had to cut out some parts so sorry it would of been to long and I don't want you guys/girls reading all night half the day.)

Admon looked up from his bags than went back to them as though she really didn't say anything, but Mia knew him better than that. After he was done we walked over to her standing a good five six inches over her. She was calm and statred back at him. With a smile he told her that he didn't plan on it. That did not surpise her. Mia knew that if she could find a way he would of waited for her. He would wait for until the end of time if that is what she asked for. Taking a step back he said.
“I would like to be there as soon as possible, I shall be leaving at first light." and with that he walked towards the basin and started to undress. Mia didn't move. She knew that she can't just leave the towe and all of the novices. She would have to find someone. The only person that Mia could really think or trust to do as good as job as she was doing was her near sister, but it was unfair to laod this kind of stuff on her with out asking.

Admon taking his shirt off, Mia went a little pink and turned around. But before leaving she weaved some fire threads to the water. It must of been cold, they were talking for a while and if not talking they were both lost in thought. Before leaving she smiled and said.
"I will see you at dawn." And she took her leave.


Mia moved with haste from Admon office not stopping to smile at everyone or taking the time to chat, she didn't have the time. She knew of one sister that would be kind of enough to teach her the ways of the gateways. And Mia didn't have much time. She doubt that she would have enough time to have the first lesson, but she had to try. Mia was bonded to the tower. It had been her home for so many years. And she would not leave it. It sounded selfless, but Mia didn't care. Walking past everyone in the pratice yards, she just moved on. She had even lift her dress up to give her more room to walk faster.

Arriving at the Tower she went to the Yellow's quaters. She had many friends as a novice in ways and if not she had made many when she became a yellow. She was quite found of one and they themselves were almost near sisters as what Neaina called it. She smiled at all of them. It was good to be back, it had been ages or seemed like ages since the last time she was here. She stopped to only talk to a selcet few and ask were Cahira was. They all smiled and Mia,knew that she was asking something dumb. She would be in her room with a book and her beloved warder.
Giving a small knock than enter. Cahira didn't seem surpise to her, but her warder on the other hand was on his feet with hand to sword. She smiled at the both of them and shut the door to talk. She quickley explaied everything than asked Cahira what she needed. The room was quite, and Mia had enough of room full of people to be quite. before she was able to say anything Cahira aggred to teach her or at least teach her to get from here to Caemlyn, without getting herself killed or Admon . Cahira dissmissed her warder. He left ina puff and Mia took his seat and listen to everything that Cahira was going to say. Incaft she didn't say anything at all. She started to weave so many threads at once and it was hard of her to keep up with all the weaves. The gateway that she had made was from here to about a three mile walk to the gates to Caemlyn. Well that is what Cahira had said. She closed the gate than ask her to do the same.

It was about dawn before Mia had gotton anything right, just to open the gateway itself. But that was alright once she had learned it there was no way of her to forget it. Lettet the gateway close and she took a peek outside the window. Stars were still in the sky, but you were able to tell that the sun was rising with it's pinks and purples. It truley was a beautiful site and she wished she had time to seat and stare at it. Cahira gave her a poke. Giving a small jumped and they both a small laugh about it. Mia had only one thing to learn and she had hoped that they would learn in it time. After a couple of hours the sun hit through the window and she was so tried that she didn't care. It truely was harder than she could belive it was. the closet that she came to Caemlyn was about a day's ride, and that would have to be in haste. But that was good enough for her.

Gwen fell to the bed and closed her eyes only for a second untill she woke up with a shiver. Cahira had just healed her. Ohh how she hated the feeling of being healed. The cold shives would last her the rest of the day. She smiled at her. Taking her leave of the old friends room she smiled and yelled back that she owed her one. Running out of the halls again down to the practice yards were everyone was just gettnig up to start a hard day and into the Barriks and up to Admon office. She didn't even knock this time. She flung the door. Holding nothing other than her shawl a smile on her face. She looked at him.

"I can get us there faster than you think. A day's ride how does that sound?" She looked at him. She knew that he was suprised in what she had just said and wanted to know how and were this had taken place.

Name: Reoslute al'Therin
Path: Asha'man (I assume all sm postions are taken?)
Shen: Shen al'aman val (are you limited to this shen and not being in the Red shen or can you do both? If only one..then red please :D)
Heard form: Secrets and Shadows

Rp Example From The Age of Glory:

Alagard was in Ebou Dar, in a place called Rahad, he had journeyed to the Wetlands looking for adventure, and he had yet to find any. Perhaps a young lady would take interest in him? That would certanly be an adventure.

Alagard was wandering the streets of this place, Rahad he believed it was called. A dirty, poorish side of town if he was correct. He was admiring some beutiful necklaces, ones that would make fine gift for a pretty women, if he could get them at a resonable price, when he heard a woman screem. He turned quickly, his hand slipping to his heavy belt knife, eyes flickering until he found the location of the scream. Three brutes, big men for wetlanders, and possibly for Aiel as well, although not nearly as large as he, were dragging a pretty young woman into an alley. Alagard frowned, did these men hvae no honor? Wetlanders had some even if they did not follow Ji'e'Toh. Alagard lifted his axe from the loop on his belt, and stalked towards the men.

They paused, seeing him advance, taller than any of them, and well armed, the woman managed to break free, and run off. One of the men turned to Alagard and spoke,

"Now what ye be spoilin ar fun fer? Seeing as we can't have fun with her, maybe we should have our fun with yer." As he spoke his companions drew knives. Slowly the three men began herding Alagard back into the alley where they had been attempting to take the girl. Once they were in the narrow confines of the alley Alagard lept into action. dropping his axe, he would deal with these wetlanders with his hands and feet, he snap kicked out with his right foot, to the man on his lefts wrist. The man grunted as Alagard heard something snap. The man's knife went flying off into the street. The second armed man advanced, and Alagard brought his hand down on that man's wrost as well, this time there was no crack, but the knife dropped, and Alagard kicked it away. Now it was three large,but unarmed men against Alagard's size and skill.

The leader attempted to bullrush Alagard, who sidestepped,easily, and brought his elbow to the base of the mans's neck. The man fell, but did not go out. But Alagard had more important things to deal with. Spinning on his heel, he sent a roundhouse kick to the next man's chin, his head flew back, and into the brick wall.

The third man, learning from the other two's mistakes advanced slowly, he was the biggest out of all of them, and would take some punishement before he went down. Let us dance you and I wetlander. With a fierce grin Alagard met the wetlander half-way. Alagard blocked a low punch to his gut, and rocked the man back onto his heels with a hook to the temple. The man recoverd quicly however, and the two began trading body blows.

It was the roar that warned him, otherwise they would have gotten him. Alagard danced to his left, as the leader regained his feet, and attempted to tackle him from behind, by stepping aside Alagard set him up to get cloberd by the big man's haevy jab. the man fell bonelessy to the ground. Alagard heard the big man's hand snap, he probably broke his hand on the other man's jaw, as jaw bones are harder than hands.

The big man still was ready to rumble however, coming straight on towards Alagard. Out of the corner of his eye, Alagard noticed a beutiful young ladie, wiht pouting lips just right for kissing, stop to watch them. Although he noticed wryly, she had several knooves hidden away on her person. But it was time to return his attention back to the slightly more important thing than gazing at a pretty girl. Alagard moved forwards quickly, blocking the mans kick. And giveing him and uppercut to the chin. The second man was beginning to regain consciousness, so Alagard moved them in a circle, dancing in and out until he was next to the man. A boot to his temple solved that problem quickly and Alagard had but one opponet left.

He noticed the girl again, knocked down by the crowd, how rude perhaps these wetlanders had no honor at all. The big man was beginning to stagger, and Alagard moved in to finish him. Several quick blows to the gut, and a roundhouse kick to the temple, and the man was out like a light.

Alagard made his way over to where the woman was getting up, he reached down, and grabbed her arm, to pull her up. She appeared to be still reeling, but she produced one of those knives quick enough. Alagard stepped back,

"Easy easy, I'm not going to hurt you, I am only trying to help you. Perhaps I can get you a drink? help you get back your senses and such? I am Alagard of the White Sands Aiel and the Thunder Walkers society. It would be my honor to help you."

Alagard waited for her response, eyeing her knife and resting a hand on his axe, ready to defend himself if need be.

Your character's name: Freyja Annolyn
Gender: Female
Path(Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Gaidin): Aes Sedai
What Shen/Ajah you wish to be: Yellow Ajah
Where did you hear about this site?: The Age of Glory

RP example:

This is from the Age of Glory, because I'm in a lazy mood :whistle .

Feorner smiled to herself. She had a book in her hands, a very interesting piece about the history of Andor. She enjoyd reading, especially when she was alone in front of the large fireplace she had in her private rooms. She loved history and studied it whenever it was possible. Her mother didn't understand her unnatural interest in history and books and other things her mother found boring. But her mother was known for her adventurous spirit. Sometimes Feorner doubted if she was her real mother.

She put a piece of paper between the pages she was reading and put the book aside. She streched her hands and stood up from her luxurious chair. Her mother was visiting some of her noble friends here in Cairhien and Feorner had to come along with her. She was happy that she at least didn't have to attend to those boring dinners and balls her mother had every day. She could stay in her quarters in the Palace. She had been thrilled when she heard that she had access to the excellent library they had here in Cairhien and now used all her time wandering around the corridors of bookselves collecting interesting books to read. She had already read several books considering history and had a pile waiting for reading.

But tonight she was to go to a ball. Her mother had persisted that she attended to at least one of them. Feorner was sure that she was only trying to get her a respectable marriage with one of the Cairhien nobles. And Feorner of course had to show herself in order for her to capture a heart of a man. Feorner wasn't too excited about that, actually she didn't want to get married at all. A husband might try to control her and she wanted to be independent and do what she wanted. And that was to read and study.

She sighed and walked to the dressing room. After choosing a beautiful snug-fitting dress she called for a servant to help her dress. She wanted to look her best, even if she knew that this night might change her life for ever.

Name: Robert Laurel
Gender: Male
Path: Gaidin
Referral: Tammira on Glimmers of the Wheel

You can see samples of my RPing over there, if you wish. I'm basically keeping the same character from there, just re-writing the biography to fit in with the background here, so it will be up in a day or so.

Name: Nevira Lomere
Gender: Female
Path: Gaidin
Where did you hear about this site? From Mother
Sample RP:

"I don't know. Cairhienin are almost as bad as Aes Sedai. For all I know he might want to auction us off or something, and claim us sister to the Amyrlin Seat or some such, to gain more power in Daes Dae'mar." Annela said and Tira knew she might be right. If they where... What am I thinking I am, she told me I am and she has proved that I am. Since they where Aes Sedai it was very likely that this Lord was trying to take advantage of it. The fears seemed to get an answer as the doors suddenly opened and the Lord stepped in together with an other man. The man wore a cool facial expression, was tall for a cairhienin. He took Annelas hand and bent over to kiss it as he introduced himself. Annela, surprised by this, curtsied. He introduced himself as Lord Denev High Seat of the House Isarile. In her mind Tira remembered where the land of that house laid, and as he noticed her and greeted her Tira just gave him a courteous nod. The man wasn't going to surprise her in the same manner anyway.

He went back to Mistral to speak with the man and as he did Annela embraced saidar. Tira could see the glow and the weave which she recognized in a manner, but not completely. She had an idea of that it was made for listening in. Good, I wouldn't have been able to do that, Tira thought and waited. Then the two turned back and Denev bowed once more. "Welcome to your home, Lady Kintelle, and Cairhien's welcome to your esteemed companion, Lady Tira, I regret that I will not enjoy your company tonight." There was something about the man that made Tira feel sick, or rather frightened. She didn't know what. Annela seemed to take it better this time but was clearly angry as Denev left and she rounded on Lord Mistral demanding to know what this was all about. Annela didn't say anything that might suggest what the men had said to each other and Lord Mistral didn't even answer the question he just ushered them off to their room, to sleep.

As they where alone in their room Tira asked Annela what it had been about and it was very clear why Annela had become angry because of it. "It seems as though we are being woven into a trap we can't avoid. We will need to think up a way to make Lord Mistral break what ever deal they have made. I just wish I knew what it was." At this point Tira no longer worried about herself and her amnesia, they would have time to deal with that later. The only reason they couldn't just pick up and leave was because they weren't strong enough for it yet as well as they having agreed to go to that stupid ball. After some discussion they both went to bed agreeing that they needed all the strength they could for tomorrow.

Tira tried to sleep that night but her dreams where worried and filled with pictures that made no sense, pictures that scared her so badly she wanted to scream out every time she woke from them. Eventually she was so exhausted by them that the dreams didn't come anymore and she slept deeply. When she woke that morning she was a little less tired then the day before, but she was still tired. It was clear that Annela wouldn't be able to help her deciphering her dreams as Annela had known very little of her life prior to coming to the Towers and in those dreams she had been very little. Tira didn't speak about them, instead she ate the breakfast that was served them in their room and got dressed. "The ball is next weekend, considering Denevs presence that might be tomorrow or perhaps even today." She said to Annela once the servants had left. "We may not have much time, but what do you think we should do until then. Can you come up with something that might help us make Mistral break his deal with Denev, what ever it is about." She wasn't using their titles in anyway right now, somehow it didn't feel necessary. "Cause the only thing I can come up with is one of us going to talk to Mistral and try to make him tell what it is, as well as make sure he doesn't want to do what it seems he is doing. Perhaps by you playing the part of Kintelle to get closer to him. I suspect he will be keeping away from us for a while, but the servants would probably help you as he claims you are his sister. Me on the other hand." She shook her head. She could do that now at least without the colors swirling every time. What Tira would be doing though she didn't know, probably walk around the house and listen and and poke around to see if she could find out something that way. Perhaps Denev was around or one of his servants had something interesting to say. Tira really didn't like the sense of one of them being hunted like a rabbit. Even if the attention was directed at Annela and not herself Tira felt a feeling of needing to help in anyway she could. Like sisters would, she heard herself think.

Eventually they agreed. There was no way Tira would come close to Mistral today. He hadn't had breakfast with them but sent it to their rooms, it was clear he wanted to avoid them. With the ball coming up the only reason he wouldn't be around the house though was to arrange food or decorations or some such to be gotten from the village, but with the seamstress there yesterday already it was more likely he was showing the decorators how he wanted things done here at the house. Anyway Annela was off searching for Mistral, if she didn't find him she would do as Tira and poke about to see if they could find out something somewhere else.

At the moment Tira was walking down one of the hallways. The house was much bigger then an inn, but somehow it felt small. I'm probably comparing it to the Tower, like I compared the garden yesterday, she thought feeling rather sad that she didn't remember it more clearly. No servants where in this corridor and so she wouldn't be overhearing any conversations just yet she thought just before one of the doors opened. A man walked out of it, not a servant, not Lord Mistral and not Lord Denev. The man looked like Denev though, just a little shorter, about Tiras hight but with the same arrogance as Denev. The clothes marked him as a Lord of just below Denevs rank which also made Tira think that the two where related. When the man noticed her and greeted her she noticed that the man was trying to be friendly, and it worked better for him then Denev. "Good day fair Lady, I beg your pardon, but are you perhaps Lady Tira?" Tira stopped at a distance that felt appropriate to her. He took it as a yes and kept on. "I am sorry to interrupt your walk. My brother told me that you and the Lady Kintelle had gotten hurt not to long ago, walks are good to get your strength back." Nodding Tira noticed how he offered her his arm. "Do you mind if I walk with you for a bit, it would be nice to speak with you for a while." Tira declined the arm, but let him walk with her. Being the brother of Denev might mean he knew something about the deal between him and Mistral.

"You know my name but you have not told me yours." Tira said to pick up the conversation again as they started to walk. The man blinked at her and suddenly blushed slightly, Tira couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or if it was some other reason for that blush. "I am so sorry my Lady, I am Therav of the House of Isarile, Denevs younger brother. I beg you to forgive my insolence." Tira gave him a nod and the man smiled at her. He was rather cute, but Tira didn't think of that, the man was a source of information necessary for her and Annela to get out of here. "Are you here for the ball?" Tira asked and Therav nodded, telling her yes and giving her a long speech about how much of an honor it was to be attending the ball celebrating Lady Kintelles return. Also how the Light must have blessed this house as to have let the Lady return in the first place. Tira listened carefully to see if he would be mentioning Denev and Mistral, he didn't however and lead the conversation back to Tira. "You speak with an odd accent, tell me, where are you from?" Tira knew this only because Annela had told her, she didn't like having to tell the man, but she needed to keep the conversation going. "I was born in Andor." He looked confused, it was clear she didn't speak a pure Andoran accent. "I have however spent my time in Tar Valon since I was a teenager." The man nodded, looking a little less eager now. "I see, did you get taught by the Aes Sedai perhaps, I hear they give great education to the noble girls there." Tira smiled vaguely, remembering fully well that she must have been taught there for many years by the Aes Sedai to have gained the title herself. "Yes, the Aes Sedai taught me, just as they taught Annela." The man looked confused. "She who Lord Mistral calls Kintelle." The man was still rather confused but nodded. "What do you know about Kintelle, Therav?" Tira asked him.

After a long walk around the house and out in the garden, even though Therav insisted that the garden was too cold to be considered a good place to be walking after having been injured, Tira had found out a few things. Lord Mistral was telling no one of that Annela was claiming to be Annela of Andor and that she and Tira where Aes Sedai. Therav had started to assume that Kintelle had been sent off to get education at a very young age in secret by the parents, as Tira insisted on that Annela had been taught in the tower along with herself. Naturally he thought that Tira must be slightly confused because of the accident, but so confused that she wouldn't know who she had spent years with he didn't think.
An other thing was that there was a deal about Annela, what it was Therav managed to keep from her though and steered the conversation to Tira again. He had done that over and over and it soon made Tira feel like she wanted to leave. But her mission made her stay.
The third thing she found out was that the ball was that very evening. Which meant that there was very little time to find out more about that deal and make Mistral change his mind.
Eventually they parted as Therav had duties to attend to. Apparently there where quite a few nobles arriving and as Kintelle was injured and couldn't help her brother arranging the ball he was helping with some of the arrangements. Tira couldn't think of a reason why Lord Mistral would show such weakness of the house to the Isariles but it was probably part of the scheme.

Tira returned to hers and Annelas room where the seamstress was waiting for them. Annela was already there and seemed to have had her second fitting already. "So it is already weekend," Tira said as she walked in and closed the door behind her. "how are you feeling about tonight?" She added, all in a mysterious tone, making sure that the seamstress wouldn't think they where up to something and still making sure Annela would find out if she didn't already know. The seamstress handed Tira her dress for Tira to try it on so she could see what final adjustments needed to be made.

I hope this is correct . . .

Name: Rownan Abeyta
Gender: Male
Path: darkfriend soldier (as per someone elses request) :look
I heard about the site from: Naishee Telisia

RP Sample:


The world was thawing slowly, and it pleased Darien as he made his way deeper into the forest. What pleased him more was the silence of this place. No people to jostle him about or look at him sideways. There were no expectations other then survival and no duties beyond knowing what was about. So far, so good, there was nothing disturbing either in the foothills, or in the surrounding forests. Everything seemed quiet. Normally that peace would have made Darien more then suspicious, but for now it suited him and his mood. Today, he left his wiry young stallion at his camp and ranged on foot. This was his fifth day out in the field. Two more and he would have to return and report, else he would be considered lost. Another week would have suited him better. Nonetheless, Darien continued stalking about. Today, he followed a little stream that splashed and gurgled its way between the trees and rocks. No doubt it would drain in the marshes. It would also be useful to hide the sound of his footsteps, should anything be in this part of the forest. Darien followed the stream for some minutes, his eyes scanning both banks. Something caught his eyes. Carefully, he knelt down and examined a little shore of hard packed earth and stone. It was an excellent place for a bear to fish, but bears did not have such little feet. It could have been one of the guards, Darien thought. A small guard . . .who happened to think running about barefoot was a good idea. There was only one clear track. Whoever had been here, had been vary careful about leaving trace. Wondering if it was foolish or not, Darien slipped out of the water. There was a game trail very close and he followed it. An almost invisible path that any huntsman worth his salt would use in places like this. Less then four minutes later he noticed that some plants that had been growing perfectly and undisturbed twenty paces away, had been harvested. Darien soundlessly took down the longbow that was holstered at his back and strung it. As silently as the shadow of a bird he crept around the perimeter and found a perfect vantage point. Maintaining his silence he glanced down at what lay before him.

If he had been outside of the Void, he would have been shocked. There was a little hovel in a clearing. A residence when the whole of the mountain was supposed to be deserted. It looked clean and well maintained. A comfy little cottage that a serious huntsman might use for a few weeks in the fall to clean game, and make the commute to work a little less burdensome. The ground was well trodden and hard packed, off to the side there was a quaint little garden, and in that garden there was a young girl who could only be described as lovely. She was as slender as the birch trees that surrounded this place with long, unkempt hair that flowed freely down her back. Apparently she was right in the middle of tending her garden and she looked well pleased with it as she sat up and went back into the house. Darien watched her for some minutes as she went about her chores. His orders were clear: Kill anything on the mountain that walked on two legs. No one came up here, the mountains were harsh and unforgiving to those that did not understand their ways. But he would bet his next months ration of meat that this girl was no darkfriend spy. Darkfriends prospered these days. They did not live alone. Certainly not here. Her voice, soft and pleasant drifted up to him. "What in the name of the Light? A chicken out here with nobody to care for it?" Darien glanced at the chicken she proceeded to tuck under her arm. Now came the next question: What to do with her? Leaving her here without knowing who she was and her business would be worse then stupid. If she were just some innocent refugee he should evacuate her to the ruins. These hills were not safe for a girl on her own. There had been no sign of shadowspawn on this trip, but it had been known to happen. And if she were not an innocent . . .Darien fingered the leather hilt of one of the two lathes he kept at his side. He had killed women before but he never enjoyed it. It would be another nightmare. Darien considered his options. Most of the time, when he came near darkfriends, he could sense it. They had to be particularly deep in the Dark One's grasp, but at least it was a shot. He would get closer and if he felt even the slightest twinge . . .

Something in the back of his mind woke up. In less then a flash he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there were twisted things approaching. Twenty, maybe thirty trollocs. No Fade, thank the Light. When his Bond snapped many of the privileges he had gained snapped with it. But some sense of approaching evil had remained. Void or no Void Darien was so surprised that he turned his head a little to sharply, snapping a twig. Darien had never felt like swearing more in his life. He turned back around. The girl, who had been out walking about, had defiantly heard the sound and was now frozen. Waiting. At the very least she was good. There was nothing else to be done. With all the grace of a falcon alighting on the ground, he left the tree, he did not make so much as a thump when he hit the ground. All that mattered now was speed and silence. He gave himself two minutes to determine if she was a darkfriend or not. If she was, it would take less then a heartbeat to kill her. If she wasn't, then the sooner he got her out of here the better. He would not leave her for the Trollocs and the Light burn his orders and anyone who questioned it. She was still waiting, facing away from him. Dairen stopped three paces away. He did not feel so much as a twinge. As far as he could see, she was not allied to the Dark. He took his hand away from his lathe and made a choice. "Excuse me," he said, trying to make his voice sound pleasent and unhurried, "there are twenty or more shadowspawn hanging about the area. Can you face them alone or would you like some help?"

Name: Myara Ahnril
Gender: Female
Path: Gaidar
Found by: I found the site via a Yahoo! search for WoT RP

Sample of RP (This would be one of the individual scenes between Myara and Nyril, if I were to write out the entire story of Myara. It would take place during one of the camps between Saldaea and Nyril's demise.):

“Myara, let me teach you a bit with swords? We aren’t in Saldaea any longer, there’s no reason you can’t learn to carry one. Besides,” he gave her one of his pleading grins before he continued, “if I am going to have any chance to make it as a Guard, I’m going to need to stay sharp, yes?” He had been asking her for a couple of weeks now, each time they stopped to make camp, and she had said no each time, yet this time he just had to give that look.

“I suppose this is something you are not going to let drop until I say yes, eh?” She laughed softly and stood up from her spot by the small fire, stepping towards him and giving him a playful poke on his right shoulder. Before he could wipe the surprised look from his face, she reached in and grabbed the second, shorter, sword he carried in his left hand. She stepped back a bit and lifted it the way she had seen him when he was practicing solo.

He couldn’t quite suppress the laughter at watching her lift the sword, calling out to her, “You look like you are holding a snake, like it’s going to turn back on you and bite you if you aren’t careful!” He laughed a bit more and moved over to her, slipping behind her and bringing her arm into a bit more of a better position to wield the sword, catching his breath a bit as he realized just how close he was to her. Forcing his mind to clear, he shifted to her other side, bringing her arm out a bit, as if she would keep a shield on this arm. By the time he was done with her, she looked a little bit less like a snake handler and a lot more like she would be ready to fend off an attack.

Hurrying back around to stand in front of her, he looked her over, a big grin forming on his face, surprised to see that she was just standing there, as if she was waiting for him to say she could move. Deciding he’d play with her a bit, he brought his own sword up, waiting to see if it would cause her to move at all, and when she didn’t he brought his blade forward to sound a ring against hers. Not only had she managed to knock his blade away, but she had placed a solid boot to his chest and the wind quickly exiting his lungs landing him flat on his back. Looking up at her, he half grinned and half grimaced, not having expected the move, muttering softly, “Ok, so maybe teaching you anything is simply going to be a lesson in pain for me! Now, mind if I stand up?”

She dropped the sword to her side, reaching down to give him a hand up, suddenly finding herself tugged down to the grass, the two of them laughing to hard to do much more than lay there and stare up at the sky.

Yes, those were the days she preferred to remember when the current time became tougher to deal with, yet she shook her head. She would never learn to get over those times if she kept trying to remember them, no matter how much happiness the memories brought her. She knew all too well that they brought a sadness afterwards that was so tough to shake off.

Hello there! I am new here and I have never played role games before, but as I am a great fan of Wheel Of Time I decided to give it a try :) I hope you will forgive me the mistakes I might make, English is not my mother tongue. Anyway:

Name: Naina
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Not quite sure yet...blue or green maybe
Where did you hear about us?: Wotmania

And here is a sample:

It was a morning as any other. The sweet smell of the breakfast her mother cooked, her father passing by and carrying books, giving her his gentle smile. Her little sister playing somewhere and laughing like any other girl, who has just turned six years old, would laugh. Naina sighed, as she adjusted her pale green dress and glanced over her bed. Everything was ready for her to leave. To leave? Was she really giving it all up for some place she didn´t even exactly know about – Tar Valon?
Naina was sitting on her bed thinking things over, as she used to. Her fingers nervously started braiding her long, dark brown hair. You are indeed too ambitious, Naina Andann! , she told her self strictly. Was she really too ambitious? Probably yes, she had to admit that. But was ambition a bad thing? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in this town. I do not want to wake up one day and realise that my life passed by. I want to leave now… She tried to convince herself, that the decision she made, to go and study in Tar Valon was right. Anyway, Tar Valon was her dream since she read about the Aes Sedai and the White Tower for the first time. She dreamed about learning the One Power. Of course, not everyone was born with a spark, but she must be able to learn it, she just must. I must, after all that is what I want. By now she had about twenty little braids in her hair, but she didn’t seem to care. An unpleasant voice inside her whispered: Even worse than I have thought. You are not just ambitious. You’re a silly, naïve girl as well. What do you think The White Tower is? Do not deny that you haven’t heard and read about all the dangers of the Power. And these Aes Sedai? You do not really expect them to be as gentle and patient with you as your dear mother is? Of course she knew all that. She had thought it over and over again…But she was still so unsure. Making decisions was always so hard for her. How could she know that her decision is right? There are so many things that could go wrong. It must be right she told herself, but the voice inside her just didn’t stop : And for this “dream” of yours, for this illusion you are giving up home? Your family? Your sister? Naina truly cared for her sister, and for her parents. The thought that she leaves them alone felt like a stab in her heart. There is no other way. I thought it over. It is decided. I shall go. This life just won’t make me happy and I know that very well… The girl got up and grabbed her grey cloak. Once again, maybe for the last time, she eyed her room that held so many memories, that she didn’t know whether to smile or to cry at the one thought of them. What she wanted to do felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders. It is decided.


Hope that´s ok!

Name: Achlys Aldazar
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: White
Where did you hear about us: Cayana Sedai

Rp Sample

She knew she was Lost. She had killed someone. But the Way of the Leaf had been her life, and her soul. But it was too late to turn back. Blood stained her hands, blood that would remain until her death. She stared at the corpse by her feet. The man was still clutching the banana yellow scarf that had once been around her neck. It was too late, for her.

She had to be elsewhere.

Name: Farina Aileen
Gender: female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: Green
Where did you hear about this site?: A friend told me.

rp example:

Amilla sat on a bench. She shivered. Cold wind whirled around her making her cold. Her white cloak gave little shelter from the wind which seemed to blow everywhere. But she didn’t notice the cold or the wind. She had a letter in her hands. A letter from her mother and father. She had written to them some weeks ago and this was the response. Amilla had read it at least twenty times already but she still read it again. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was because the letter was her last link to her parents, her last link to her past. She wanted to let go of her past, that was why she had written to them, but she seemed to hold on, not willing to let go.

“We understand that we may never see you again. You have a new life. We want you to know that we will always love you as our daughter and support you even if we can not meet you. We are proud of you.” Amilla felt a sudden love for her parents. They were willing to support her, let go of her, even when she had run away from them. For the first time she felt a stab of regret for leaving them. But then she remembered why she had left and the regret was gone.

But now she knew she loved them. That thought of not knowing whether she loved them or not had pained her for a long time, but now she knew. In a way that made it all easier.

“We wish you will never forget us wherever your life might lead you. Remember us, for we will always remember you.” Amilla felt warm when she read that. I will always remember you she thought. Always. Suddenly she felt tears form in her eyes. I will never see them again! She let the tears flow. I will be able to let them go only if I cry for that. She buried her head to her hands, weeping quietly.

Your character's name: Broderick Goran
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man
What Ajah: Red

Okay.

Name: Mirazhe Tomai
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: No clue.
Where I heard about Fusion: That would have to be your wonderful Amyrlin Seat, whom I know as Nyrim

RP Sample: Um, I'm not a real big roleplayer, as I've never really roleplayed before, but I'm sure I can get the hang of it.

"She wandered through the forest, lost and alone. How many days passed, she couldn't be quite sure. She lost track of time, and her only clock was the constant rising and setting of the sun. After many days, she came to the outskirts of a small town, tired and bedraggled."

Your character's name: Morgaine Aitana
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
What Ajah: Red

Sollici Todo
*checks*yep still male
Gaidin
idonno
from the devils advicate :P

Name: Adena Moren
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Ajah: No idea, as of now
Heard from: Mother
RP:
Adena made her way out of the gardens and into the maze that was the Tower. She had been to the Mistress of Novices' office once before, but did not remember how she had come to be there. She wandered through the halls for quite a while, before finally stopping one of the other novices. "I need to get to the Mistress of Novices' office, but I don't know where it is," she said simply. The woman looked annoyed, but nodded. "Follow me," she said simply. Adena hated to ask for help, but she could not help feeling slightly gratified in that the woman, more than likely a peasant, followed her orders. In these dresses, it was impossible to tell for certain who held what rank, but Adena knew that carriage and demenor were more important than dresses. They said that rank did not matter here, that all that mattered was novice, Accepted or Aes Sedai. Adena knew that for a lie. Rank mattered everywhere, even when it was not supposed to. She had just proved it by making the woman in front of her lead her to the Mistress of Novices' office. After a few moments, the woman stopped and turned around, "This is Elysia Sedai's office. Here for punishment already? Good luck!" she said with an encouraging smile even before Adena could not, and with that, the woman turned and hurried on to something else. Adena watched her around a corner, wondering how she could stand it here, the woman did not seem the type to be a Darkfriend, but she must be, to be here. Adena was certain that she was the only exception to that rule.

Adena turned to face the heavy wooden door, lifted her hand to knock twice. She stood where she was, waiting for the woman behind the door to tell her to enter. Adena hoped slightly that she would not be there. If that were the case, then Adena could leave this place and get right on to trying to escape this place. That was her top priority right now, getting away from the Tower. That was the important thing. The only reason she had stopped here was in case she ran into that Amyrlin again, she did now want to be assigned further punishment for not reporting. Adena assumed that if that were to happen, then it would be at least a few days before they stopped watching her like a hawk, a few days before she would be able to escape this place. Adena looked up and down the hall, there was no one, apparently this woman put fear into the novices, no one else was here for punishment, and Adena was thankful she would not be staying here long enough to learn what she would be missing.

Name: Avendesei "Aven" Soravron
Gender: Male
Path: Soldier
Shen: Noooo clue.
Where did you hear about this?: The aliens in my brain. O,,o

..okay, a friend.

RP = Part of my Bio, probably.


Aven was in shock. His master... he was dead. Dead, lying in a pool of blood before him, body still warm. He couldn't move. Neither, apparently, could the man before him. Aven barely recognized him. It.. it had been the customer. The one who'd hired his master to paint a portrait. Aven had..had helped paint the background for it... and...and...and now there was blood on this man's hands. His master's blood. His master was.. dead....

"No." Aven barely managed to say it, his voice strangling the word to a whisper.

The man across from looked up, startled, in almost as much shock as Aven himself.

"I...I didn't mean it, I was just so...so.....angry, and he..." The man faltered, staring, stupefied at the body on the ground, staring blindly at the hilt of the dagger buried deep in the body's chest.

Aven's view began to get..fuzzy around the edges. He felt something boiling within him, and... and without of him, just out of his reach, something terrible, something beautiful, something...something wrathful. And Aven was very full of wrath. His master. Dead. And this man.... this man had done it.

"NooOOOOOOO!!!" His features set in a portrait of seething rage Aven lashed out wildly, not with blows, not with dagger, but with this terrible, new thing inside of him. He was not surprised as the man was thrown into the wall, thrown partways through the wall. Nor was he surprised when the man caught fire, screaming in agony. He only began to come out of his rage when he saw the portrait... catch fire. His master's work....

He suddenly released the terrible thing and looked wildly around him. The fire was spreading. It couldn't help it, with all the oil paint and rags full of turpentine in the room. He... he had to get out. Get his master to safety... his master... dead...

Stupidly, he lifted the body halfway off the floor, dragging it as fast as he could out into the street. Around him were shouts and screams, some at the fire, and some screaming for the city patrols to come quick, there had been a murder....

Naridin
Male
Asha'man
Shen al'N'dore al'mordero
Searching through Google. (That is, found through google since I didn't know the web address, but I heard of it from Edeleas Asha'man.)

Sample:

D’lan swirled his drink and stared at the wine for a moment, thinking. A rowdy bunch, but they’ll do, he thought, shrugging. It did not really matter to him who he had to control, as long as they could be controlled and used. Sometimes, though, who he tried to use would be more trouble than help, but he had ways of taking care of useless beings. He slowly lifted his gaze to the group of people celebrating in front of him.

At first glance, they did look useless, nothing but trouble. It was disorderly merrymaking, and D’lan hated anything of the sort. The lively music of a fiddle was in the air, but it was almost drowned out by the shouting, clapping and singing. Everyone danced—no, it was not really a dance, but wild prancing—and produced ululating noises. Women and men alike were blushing, so drunk they should be dropping to the floor by then. Some men were already starting to lift some women’s skirts, but the laughing wenches did not seem to mind—or notice. Bottles of ale passed from one person to the other, as well as from one mouth to the next; dancing women were flipping their skirts so high they would have shamed their mothers; and momentary scuffles burst in a few places, only to finish a few seconds later when both participants fall to the floor, snoring. It was a ruckus, and D’lan could not suppress a disgusted snort as he watched the people he were to use for his plans. But pawns were still pawns, and he was taught to use what tools he had.

Sitting on his high stool by the bar, he shook his head and sipped his wine. When his goblet lowered, a familiar figure appeared amongst the scoundrels. D’lan’s eyes grazed the new arrival with stark interest and his lips curved into a malicious grin. Interesting…

Name: Johanna
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai

Name: Lalaine Dalsarre
Gender: Female
Path: Aes Sedai
Shen: Red with Sloane
Where did you hear about this site? Myself... :look
Example of my roleplaying:

Name: Sloane Dalsarre
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man
Shen: Red with Lalaine
Where did you hear about this site? Myself...
Example of my roleplaying: This is... someone's second character, so do I need one?

Name: Beldor al'Randir
Gender: Male
Path: Asha'man
Shen: Hopefully Red...if I can find a partner
Where did you hear about this site? Affiliate link on another site
Example of my roleplaying: Hmm...you've already kinda seen it before... :look