The Grey Tower

Dax Dax disliked being so far from Elia. He had known what the bond would do to him and yet the foundational change in his psyche still managed to surprise him. Standing by her side in literal or figurative sense was no longer a choice, but a life-sustaining principle, a source of joy that brought ...

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Dax lifted his eyebrows, giving Jakob a much more interested look. He had known his share of mercenaries in his time, had learned to read their faces for their true intentions. That was how he had caught the al’Nara twins, after all. This man showed no sign of deception. “To lead for the glory of o...

The last time Dax had encountered Riatin mercenaries, the clash had not gone well for them. For a moment the Tairen could feel black rage rushing through his body and Taeric al’Nara’s throat beneath his fingers once more. Then Thea made a small noise and he came back to the present with a thump. It...

Thea’s complaint briefly drew Dax’s gaze, but her companion’s obsequious exclamation pulled his attention back. He blinked, head tilting slightly to the side as he looked the other man up and down. Small. Pale. Exactly the sort of person he would expect to swear to House Riatin. He hadn’t mourned t...

It all happened so quickly. From Maever’s quarters to Jaryd’s study, the conversation between the two Asha’man (Light, he dreaded the conversation the Red wanted to have), his own tale carrying, and finally the summoning of those who had made his life a living hell for the last few months. While Ow...

I need something for Owen that is "channeling related". Preferably set several years after his arrival at the Tower. I don't really have anything in mind; anyone interested in doing a thing? Bonus points for things that involve art, music, unironically wearing a dress/makeup, and/or gettin...

Dax Dax walked into the house and his life turned on its head in less time than it took to close the door behind him. A man with neatly trimmed black hair sat by the fire. He had shoulders too wide to belong to any of Dax’s brothers. His feet were propped up on the hearth, the silver embellishments...

Two seconds. Two bloody seconds! That was all it had taken for Thea to vanish into thin air. Dax had paused to greet an acquaintance and when he turned around, his daughter was gone. How someone -even a small someone- in a bright yellow gown could disappear so thoroughly boggled his mind, but it ha...

Owen With a question to answer, Avalan seemed more than happy to talk, and Owen was equally happy to listen. He was quiet -he could be that on occasion, truly- through her explanation of the wolfkin, and wondered that he had never heard of them before. Imagine being able to talk to wolves. For a mo...