The Grey Tower

Tumbled! Ah, well, she always had been better at second-story work than she was at running confidence. So she shrugged. "I actually do want to become a Warder," she said. "At least, I'd like to try the training and see if it suits me. I don't know much about fighting, but I know how ...

"Warm," Darthalien said absently, as the weave settled slowly into place. He knew from what he'd practiced already that Spirit weaves allowed him to sense things, to connect to other things, but it was still deeply weird to be exploring the young man's body from the inside out. "Not d...

Illa allowed herself a brief moment of panic, to get the blood moving and the brain working. Of course they'd want to know why she wished to become a warder; she should have seen that coming. Instead, she'd... expected them to ask what she could do, which she'd have been glad to show them -- within ...

Darthalien took his time, spinning out threads of Spirit and trying to mimic the weave he'd been shown. It collapsed twice before he got it to hold, but he was pretty sure that was just because he overthinking it. It probably would have gone fine if he'd just done it. Probably. Caution is still warr...

Darthalien considered. He certainly didn't mind spending an outing simply supplying tools as needed and watching, but... "I believe so," he said. "It might take a few attempts." He was actually more interested in the Asha'man's solution: it was a good reminder that there ways to ...

Illa swept her hat off and pressed it to her chest as she bowed. She'd chosen a simple divided skirt and linen blouse for this, but left the pouches in place on the belt she wore over them. Her hands were covered with the calfskin gloves that she'd stolen back in Whitebridge, fancier and more expens...

"Your business?" asked the guard, pleasantly enough. It was mid-morning, bright and sunny, though still a bit chill here in the mountains. Illanova exchanged a glance with Birno, then looked back at the guards. "We've come to join the Tower," she said simply. "My friend here...

All in all, he managed about a dozen series of throws before he heard the summons to the evening meal. He tucked the knives away -- this set had a neat little single sheath to hold all three of them -- and turned to head back inside the tower. He knew it would take some time to develop any real skil...

Darthalien closed the door gently behind him and stepped out into the yards. It was well past Low , but despite his practice with weaves and an afternoon of intense exercise in the Yards, he still couldn't sleep. He'd been raised to Dedicated, which seemed like a good time to follow the rules instea...

Illanova Restrov looked around the crowded street and smiled. "Well, you were right," she said. The city was perfect for starting a new life. There were people here from all over the Westlands, dressed in everything from almost-rags to lordly finery. The market square was loud with the st...