The Grey Tower

Alianora: Cool. Who do you wish to start the thread between Amaranie and Zarayne? I'm also happy to do some Creating ter'angreal stuff with Amaranie.

Andy: What sort of thing would you like to do, and whom with?

Ravak Ravak gave a breathy sigh. Not at his wife, it had to be said, but at her question. "Pick a House. Though I suspect Trakand is the only one we can rule out." Assuming the Queen hasn't lost her wits too. The Shienaran didn't need a map of Andor; he could picture most of the world in ...

If Amaranie wants to talk about her issues, Zarayne is a therapist, or a friend, or both.

Elia can talk Indigo things. I feel like we tried that before, but I got flakey.

Somewhat a repost, but I have more characters than threads at the moment, and I need/want to get back into having some adventures. I have about four characters on offer for potential fun: Ravak Darrow is your older Gaidin type. He is fatherly (both the strict and the nurturing type), and is prone to...

Starter posted: Scatterbrain.

Ravak t'Sha'hal Darrow As a northerner, Ravak was meant to be comfortable with the cold and the frost, but the first true day of spring brought warmth to his heart that the winter couldn't muster. His gloves remained tucked into his belt as he worked in the Yards, fingers safe to touch his weapons ...

Ravak shall happily do sword things; I'll write a starter tomorrow if you don't get to it first.

I meant to respond to this yesterday. I have about four characters on offer for whatever you would like: Ravak Darrow is your older Gaidin type. He is fatherly (both the strict and the nurturing type), and is prone to thinking with his heart more than his head. Elia Darrow is your archetypical Aes S...

Ravak Ravak stood opposite one of the windows in the room, staring down over thatched roofs and quiet streets. This town, Ofwell, was a home to many, but it looked just like all the other towns he'd been to recently. As generic or disinteresting as it was, it mattered to someone. Ofwell was within ...

Ravak There was a need for subterfuge, but Ravak's muscles strained against the nonchalant way he was holding himself. He wanted to spring into action, rush towards the battlefield with both blades in hand. His eyes slowly focused on the fight to come, imagining in gory detail the magnificence of t...