Murphy's Law, Wheel of Time Style [Attn: Roan; Andy] [Open/Semi-Big RP]

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Re: Murphy's Law, Wheel of Time Style [Attn: Roan; Andy] [Open/Semi-Big RP]

Post by Bella » August 20th, 2017, 5:44 pm

[subtitle]Brynmor Brook Gaidin, PSC[/subtitle]
By all accounts it was a normal, even quiet, day in the Warder Yards.

The former Mistress of Arms had taken several of the Gaidin and trainees off on a survival training missions, which left few teachers and students to fill the open, outdoor space with the noise of shouted instruction, curses, and clacking wood. In one way, Bryn found it nice and peaceful. On the other, he missed it. At least he knew it wasn't long-term. They'd be back soon.

He was working privately when a Drin came running up to him. Bryn had seen her around, although couldn't then recall her name. There was a sense, and expression, of urgency and he quickly took in the blood on her clothes.

"What is it?" he asked quickly.

The story, and the request of Tia Sedai, was relayed to him quickly. He took it all in and wished there was more time to think about the fact that the Green asked for him personally, but there was not. "Get yourself to the infirmary and checked over," he commanded simply before stalking off to find his armor and weapons.

No Gaidin ever took long to prepare for battle, and so he was hurrying off to the Traveling Yards...
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Post by Craig » August 21st, 2017, 5:45 pm

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There were many attributes of many a person that Ravak did not like, but this was the first time he saw something he didn't like coming from his wife. Unfortunately, there was zero point to mentioning it; Miahala's resolve was crystal-clear.

Maybe I'm being unreasonable. After all, this was Miahala's family they were talking about. How far would I go for mine? Luckily that question had yet to be posed. Would he kill everyone that had some hand in capturing his children? Perhaps.

Ravak followed after Mia, easily catching up to follow her. "You will never be alone," Rav vowed. "I am forever with you."
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Post by Andy » August 21st, 2017, 7:16 pm

He felt like he was being ground down, piece by piece chipping away until he would eventually be little but sand where Gaidin stone had once been. Expert warriors they might be but they were not immortal and really all the Whitecloaks needed was time. He was just thankful that there weren't any arrows raining down upon them. He didn't ask why, just thanked the Pattern for small mercies. Still they were being penned in and surrounded. A few of those left behind had fallen and been dragged away, unconscious and beaten.

"I really hate Whitecloaks" he muttered as the fight continued.

The ring was getting smaller, they were all bleeding from scattered wounds. Small things until you counted them up. He was losing the battle and he hated every step backwards and towards that failure as it loomed large. It was merely his anger that kept him going he was fairly sure. He wanted to tear his way through them all and go to the rescue those taken but he couldn't have done it even if there had been a tenth of the enemies.

"They wouldn't leave us right?"

"Shut up and fight"

No one wanted to hear the idea that they were abandoned to their fate. They had accepted the risk but giving up and embracing all lose of hope was unthinkable. Steel rang out again and another was beaten to silence and taken. It was a familiar pattern now. He sighed, wincing and holding his ribs every so often. It hurt to fight but if they wanted him he'd go down swinging.

"They'll come" he said in a dulled tone of voice.

This time it was his turn. He was too slow and hampered by his side to do much about it. A solid thump to his other side and a sweep that took his legs out from under him. He heard a ragged cheer go out from the remaining Gaidin as the ground slid beneath him and, disarmed, a kick made sure he wasn't in much shape to try to stop them. He lashed out at random, trying to keep himself alive as long as possible. Thankfully, unknown to him, he wouldn't have to fight for long.
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Re: Murphy's Law, Wheel of Time Style [Attn: Roan; Andy] [Open/Semi-Big RP]

Post by Bella » August 31st, 2017, 10:24 pm

[subtitle]Miahala Darrow Sedai[/subtitle]
She felt something from him...disapproval? Uncertainty? He probably thought she was being erratic and irresponsible, and maybe she was, but it was her family. In the darkest moments of her life, when she wasn't sure she even wanted to keep walking the land, it was her family that was there for her.

If it meant she bled every last drop of her own blood to achieve it, or the last drop of many another's, she would see her family safe.

However, his words and resolve rang out a moment later. She paused her steps for a heartbeat, the hall in either direction empty and she wouldn't have cared if they were. Her fingers curved behind his neck, pulling his mouth against hers. After a brief but fierce kiss, she pulled back and inhaled shallowly.

"Help me save our family," she whispered, "but be the ground that remains beneath me and keeps me from wandering too far afield. I trust you, and I need you."

With that, she released him and continued stalking off toward the traveling yards...
* * * When they arrived, everyone else was already there. Apparently, they all moved faster than she and Ravak...then again, they did not have to contend with the drapery on fire or a distinct lack of clothes, it would seem. Whatever the cause, she was grateful to see them. She counted her children, Sadira and Haeden; Tia and the Gaidin Brynmor; Lysira.

It was a small group, but one gathered in haste. Given more time, even just a little, she was sure they would have found others but she would delay no longer.

This group was a force to be reckoned with.

She nodded at Lysira who told the channeler manning the Gateways where to go. It was the small Gaidin who had been told the location, after all, in case of emergency. The elder Green doubted, of course, that this was the sort of emergency accounted for, but at least there had been a contingency.

The Asha'man opened a Gateway that could pass through three abreast.

Mia's hands twitched as she wanted to race through, but she knew the Gaidin would go first. A rather motley assortment moved through--Haeden, tall and broad and blond, beside a similarly shaped but slightly shorter and darker Brynmor, the redheaded Ravak between that pair and the comparatively tiny, dark Lysira.

Even from where they stood, the battle could be heard once the Gateway was opened. It could even be seen, just a little ways off from where their feet would tread upon the ground. Once on the other side, it would just be a short rush to reach the fighting as they came in to flank the small sea of white.

Mia just barely waited until the Gaidin were on the other side, waiting just long enough for the channelers to join them before they all moved to the aid of their brethren. The Gaidin carving a path before the channelers, ready to rain down hell.

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Post by Roan » September 9th, 2017, 3:05 pm

Riahana
“Double check her bindings. Once you know she is secure, take the hood off,” came a seemingly distant voice. Ria opened her eyes to darkness, though it didn’t last long as something was pulled from her head. She had to close her eyes for the light that blinded her when the hood came off. She tried to move and realized her arms were spread out and tied above her head in such a manner that her toes only just touched the floor.

Part of her tried to put together what happened. She remembered Whitecloaks attacking their camp. She remembered Gareth opening a Gateway. Gareth! The sense of relief she felt at feeling the familiar bundle in the back of her mind was massive. He was alive, but. . .but what? Sleeping? Unconscious? He was near by.

What of the others? She knew most of the learning ranks managed to make it back. The Gaidin and Gareth covered their retreat through the Gateway. And then what? For the life of her, Ria couldn’t recall.

It was only natural for Ria to test her restraints. Leather and rope creaked, but there was little to no give. “By all means, struggle. You will find you will not be able to get out of those bindings,” a man’s voice said behind her. It was a deep, gravely voice, but whereas Gareth’s was kind and soothing, this one was hard and disquieting.

Looking around, Ria realized they were in some kind of structure. From what she could see, it looked like a barn, but one that had fallen into disrepair. She listened to footsteps behind her, and knew someone was nearly right behind her. She tried to turn her head to make eye contact, but the man moved so he wasn’t in line of site.

“Who are you?” the Gaidin asked.

“You know who we are, just as I know who you are, Riahana Ferria Gaidin. Former Mistress of Arms to the Grey Tower and Blademaster,” the man replied as he slowly circled her. As he finished, he came to stand in front of her. He held such hatred in his eyes, but then it was to be expected. Whitecloaks thought Aes Sedai, Asha’man and any who consorted with them were Darkfriends.

Ria pulled the Void around her as she met his heated gaze with a cool level look of her own. He knew she was no longer Mistress of Arms, but didn’t know she’d taken Gareth’s last name. It meant he had an eyes and ears close to the Tower to hear some things, but not so close to stay current. None of this information helped Ria in her current predicament, nor did it help her understand why they thought to capture her and Gareth instead of kill them outright.

“So tell me. . .who are we?”

Ria arched a brow in her characteristic manner, “You are Children of Light. You say you fight for light, yet you wage your war against those who fight the Shadow each and every day, though you are too blind to see it. None of this, though, gets us to why you have me strung up in this abandoned barn. None of it tells me why you attacked us while we were simply out on a training exercise, nor does it tell me why you are so far from your homeland.

“If you are not careful, your actions could be read as an act of aggression by the Whitecloaks against the Grey Tower,” Ria finished in a manner of fact manner thanks in part to the Void.

The slap he delivered was quick and sharp, “You will not use that term in front of me. You will call us Children or Children of the Light.” He tilted his head, his hazel eyes narrowing as he regarded her, “As for why you are here, well I seek answers. From what I’ve learned thus far, you are the one person who can give me those answers.”

“Then there is no need to keep me restrained. Release me, and we can sit down and discuss your questions. I am less than inclined to answer any questions while tied up,” Ria simply said. Given the disdain Whitecloaks had for those of any of the Towers, she knew he’d not even consider the option she put before him. In his mind, it was not realistic to think he would fall for it. A woman had to try, though, right?

The man scoffed, “If anything, I would kill you before I let you go. I know you are not so naive as to think otherwise.” He turned and moved to a dark corner of the barn before coming back to stand in front of her. In the palm of his hands, he held up her sword, sheathed in its scabbard. “The craftsmanship on the blade is exquisite. The balance is precise, and the detailed work on the hilt and engraving are remarkable.” As he spoke, he pulled the blade from its sheath, the sound of metal scraping on the mouth of the scabbard rang through the barn.

Tossing the scabbard behind him, he placed the end of the blade in the palm of his left hand as he examined the engraving on one side. He held it such that Ria could see it as well. “Fear is courage when it has said its prayers. Interesting, and not unlike what I teach my soldiers,” he said, not taking his eyes off the blade as he flipped it over. “And of course the blade bears the Herons of a blademaster.

“Tell me. How did you come to earn right to bare the Herons,” the Commander started conversationally, but his last five words had an edge to them. When he looked up, his eyes were cold and hard, and Ria started to wonder if this man’s mission was personal rather than official.

With the Void wrapped around her, the Gaidin kept her look and voice impassive, “You know how anyone gains the right to bare the Herons on their weapons. I was attacked by a Blademaster, yet beat him, thus proving my worth.”

The commander pressed the blade to Ria’s neck, “Not good enough, Riahana Ferria, Blademaster. Tell me the details. Who did you face, how did he die?”

Ria’s icy gaze bore into the man before her, though she didn't flinch. She answered without emotion, “After escorting nobles to a city down south, I and a party of Tower Guard were attacked without provocation and without cause by a small group of whitecloaks. Their leader was a blademaster. He and I dueled. . .I won, he died.”

The man pressed the blade to Ria's neck a bit harder, and she tilted her head slightly (and casually). “Careful,” she warned. “The blade is deadly sharp. Apply much more pressure and your interrogation will end prematurely.”

A vein started to bulge on the man’s forehead, but he withdrew the blade, “Are you not afraid to die?”

Ria allowed a mirthless smile, “I signed the roster to the Warder Yards over two decades ago. In that moment, I knew my purpose was to serve the Tower, and if I was lucky, my bond mate. I also knew that one day I might be called on to give my life to protect my bond mate or the Tower.

“Each morning for the last twenty odd years, I've woken up knowing Death walks with me. Any time I face a foe who threatens me, my bond mate, my family or my home, Death is at my side. I know Death will leave, either taking my foe back to the pattern or me.

“No, I do not fear Death. I walk with Death each and every day I walk this land,” Ria answered calmly as she locked her eyes on him. She was all too aware of the blade at her neck, and knew how deadly sharp it was given she was the one who kept it sharp.

He would either kill her in that moment or prolong the game. Whitecloaks were known for torturing those they questioned, and Ria was not so naive as to think she’d get off so easily.

The man snarled as he moved behind her and a moment later, she felt searing pain tear into her right shoulder as he used the tip of her blade to leave a shallow cut across her shoulder blade. She winced with the pain, but didn’t cry out.

“You may not fear death, but few can endure our methods of finding answers. Now then. . .tell me about that day. What happened? Who did you face and how did he die?”
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Post by Andy » September 11th, 2017, 7:12 pm

There was little regard to the pain as adrenaline flooded through him, the threat of impending doom lending him a new lease of life that no doubt he would pay for afterwards. Injuries be damned he would die on his feet and not on his back. Feet and fists smacked at the legs of the two Whitecloaks, directed at the beck of the knees and the ankles. They shrugged a lot of them off and tried to kick back but it paid off for him eventually and they both hit the ground alongside him and he dived upon them raining blows.

It wasn't pretty, it wasn't well executed and it wasn't even tactically sound but survival was a higher ideal than such things. He managed to get the arm of one and with a vicious twist, his legs braced against the man's torso, heard the crunch as the elbow was popped from its socket, the scream following quickly. The other one dived upon him and they rolled, all finger claws and elbows, until the momentum died and he had the leg, the knee followed soon after. He spat and rolled away a few paces before slowly pushing himself up.

"No one...flaming...does that to me" he panted, seeing his blade a few more paces away and almost crawling to grab at it.

Couldn't leave enemies alive, not after what they had done. Not honourable perhaps but he didn't care, war was war and he'd had enough of self-control for the day. It was not the quickest of kills but by the end both of their throats were open, the task done. One thing he had learned, enemies of the Grey Tower shouldn't be given a second chance to attack them. Too many had been lost already in his short time there for mercy to be high upon his list. He stayed kneeling, breathing heavily and wincing at his pains, and watched the shining beacon that was the Gateway shimmer and bodies step out of it towards the remaining Whitecloaks.

"Thank the Light for that," he muttered, thankful that the Grey Tower didn't leave people behind when they had the choice..

He hoped they brought an army of wrath, it was high time they hit back for once. He was tired of getting hit.
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Post by Bella » September 12th, 2017, 10:27 pm

[subtitle]Miahala Sedai[/subtitle]
She waited the absolute minimum amount of time before following her husband and warder, and the others, through the Gateway.

Fury had been unleashed, and she would not be denied. No one denied Miahala something when she truly sought it, and right then, she sought to put down those who had dared to attack her kin, and her people. All those of the Tower were hers and she would defend them until the last.

The Green kept Saidar close, knowing that taking it and holding it were harder now than at any other time. She would not let it go until she done, unconscious, or dead.

She watched for a moment as a bloody swath was cut by the swinging blades of the Tower's Gaidin cutting into the Whitecloak flank. Just beyond them, she could see the bloodied and battered Gaidin who had been left behind when the Gateway crashed. There was no sign, that she could see, of her kin.

Rage sang, and the song was sweet.

She focused on spots beyond where the Gaidin were and she wrapped cords of Air around white-clad bodies. She lifted one clear off his feet and drove him head-first into a tree while another was grasped with razor wire, turned to so much steaming pile of body parts. The song was remorseless, and determined.

Miahala knew that the Whitecloak beasts remaining would not last much longer.
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Post by Roan » September 17th, 2017, 6:07 pm

Tia Sedai
Tia waited with her Aunt and Memma as a gateway was opened and Ravak, Haeden, Lysira and Bryn stepped through. She felt the two older women take hold of Saidar and opened herself up to the Source as well. Mia stepped through the Gateway followed by Sadira, and Tia came in behind them. What she saw almost caused her to lose her hold on the Sorce, but she remained steady.

It was clear the party from the Tower had been outnumbered. Alrim Gaidin fought on, though he looked to be flagging a bit from the effort. He was not unscathed, though it was hard to tell what blood was his and what blood was not. Beyond him, Whitecloaks fought but they weren’t trying to advance. They seemed to try and hold a line, which seemed odd to the Green.

Tia’s eyes then went to Bryn and Lysira as they began to go to the aid of their battle brothers and sisters. Beyond them, Tia focused on a group of Whitecloaks who looked as if they would overpower the two Gaidin they faced. The Gaidin were too close for her to use lightning, but she could wield Air with no trouble. Pulling together threads of Air, Tia made ‘tentacles’ that snaked through and lifted two Whitecloaks off the ground. She was none too gentle as the arms squeezed and then flung both of them hard into the trees.

The young Green didn’t know what damage she did to them, but she had no time to think on it as others tried to outflank the new arrivals. Before she could do anything, she watched as Mia used razor thin threads of air to tear them apart. Tia’s eyes went wide as she looked to her Memma. There’d been no hesitation, and the look in Mia’s eyes suggested she would give no quarter.

Tia had seen her Memma in action, and in fact had been forced to face off with her in the past. She knew, to a degree the fury that could rage within, yet it still left her awestruck. There was no time for that, though, as she focused once again on the Whitecloaks threatening their party.
Riahana
Time lost all meaning to Ria. The Blademaster fought to hold onto the Void, but her body screamed at her. Her shoulders ached from her arms being pulled up and apart over her head, blood dripped from slashes the Commander inflicted on her with her own blade. Over and over, he asked how she earned her Herons.

Given the man’s age, she guessed he had to have been an uncle or father to the man she’d killed. He wanted answers, and wanted someone to blame. He wanted her, and he had her. He toyed with her, and she knew he had no intention of letting her live. All of this, she fed to the Flame, and her mind went to Gareth. She was his Warder, and he’d been captured because of this man’s vendetta against her.

They wouldn’t just kill her husband, but they’d torture him just as he was torturing her, though she imagined it would be far worse for him since he was a channeler. . .an abomination in their eyes. Ria’s duty was to ensure his safety, yet how could she given the predicament she was in?

The man stepped in front of her and thrust her blade into her shoulder. Ria’s head went back and she cried out, her grip on the Void slipping from her. Her breathing was ragged, but she fought to get it back under control, fought to find the Void once more. None of the wounds he inflicted were fatal on their own. Even collectively, she doubted they’d kill her, as most were meant to inflict pain. The stab wound was the worst of the lot of them, yet it went through muscle. “Tell me what I want to know and I will let that man out there go,” he spoke softly, his lips inches from her ear.

“I don’t believe you,” she answered breathlessly.

The commander arched a brow, “I suppose I wouldn’t if I were in your shoes. My quarrel is not with him, but with you. Why do you refuse? It would end your suffering.”

Ria turned her icy eyes to meet his, “If you were in my position. . .if our roles were reversed, would you recount what happened? Tell a parent of the demise of their child? I do not honor him by telling you his fate, and you dishonor the warrior your son was by this. . .this charade. Let him rest in peace. He deserves that much, does he not?”

The man glared at her for a moment before slamming the hilt of her sword into her head, bringing darkness.
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Post by Bella » September 17th, 2017, 11:29 pm

[subtitle]Miahala Sedai[/subtitle]
Miahala wiped several drops of blood off her bottom lip with the back of her hand. That had come from a particularly close, particularly swift sword strike delivered by her husband-warder before the man in question could get to her. His blood alone succeeded in his quest, and she wished it well in its victory as she wiped it on her skirt.

The clearing was quiet now, the tide of slaughter having washed back out and leaving only piles of bodies in its wake.

Her blue-green eyes looked everywhere and took everything in. They examined every body, and was convinced that her kin was taken; they were not dead, at least not here, but gone. Her blood still boiled and the fire tickled inside her fingertips, pleading to be set free while she fought to restrain it. She knew her self-control was...not its best in her condition, and she drew on her husband steadfastness.

Sadira was rushing to one of the Gaidin who was looking fairly bad off. The Gaidin Brynmor was standing in front of Tia with a look of muted concern. Lysira was attending to others still in the clearing.

Dozens of dead Whitecloaks. One Gaidin (an NPC that Bella does not feel like naming) was on the verge of returning to the Pattern. And then three more in various states of injury, but alive. No learning ranks, for her kin and these warriors had seen to it that the young ones made their way home. Pride rang in her for that, and for them.

While others tended to the wounded, prepared to take them home, Miahala walked up to Ravak. "Riahana and Gareth are not here," she whispered, her voice shaking subtly. "These bloody monsters were left to keep defenders from coming after them. We must get the injured back to the Tower, but I must find my family."

However, she was not running off to do so now. She was looking to his counsel.

[subtitle]Sadira Sedai[/subtitle]
The ground was practically red, squishing in a few places that her boot landed on. No matter her age or how many battles and tragedies she had seen, Sadira could not help the small tide of nausea cresting in her gut. She tried to ignore it as she threaded her way through the bodies left behind from the battle.

When she saw Alrim, she forgot that and hurried to him. "Alrim," she said softly, her blue eyes alert and roaming over the injuries to his body that she could see, imagining there were many worse ones that she could not. "You fought well," she said softly. "I'll see you back to the Tower and taken care of."

[subtitle]Brynmor Gaidin[/subtitle]
Bryn couldn't think of many times in his life he had seen something like this...and he was sure that he had never, in his life, seen something like the storm that was the Captain-General. He was going to make bloody sure he always stayed on her good side, because this was not a fate he needed for himself.

With the fighting over, he turned to look at Tia--who he had stayed close to during combat--and saw a look in his eyes that drew him to her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

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Post by Andy » September 18th, 2017, 4:02 pm

He watched with some satisfaction at the carnage that was being wrought, the fires and sparks, the tossing them like so many dolls. He did wince a bit at the fact that he could hear bones crack against tree trunks from where he was but there was no sorrow at the passing of their enemies. Perhaps he would reflect in a few days time but for now there was only a dulled tiredness to his gaze. If anything he felt more tired than when it had been finished at the Citadel. Perhaps it was because there had been fewer of them for the fight, or perhaps it was the injuries.

Doesn't matter, it's over. For me anyway. Can't see me fighting onward with the rest he told himself with a twinge of regret and tried to summon up the energy to get himself up and to his feet. It was so hard, he felt like sleeping.

That was when a familiar face found him.

"Sadira," he managed a tired smile, "you area lovely sight and the best thing to happen to my today. Should have known you'd bring the whole family like before, I feel special" he snorted and regretted it isntantly.

"Not well enough," he said but smiled at the nice words, "and please, home would be nice. Not sure I'm much use to anyone anyway right now. Shame, wouldn't mind scrapping with a few more of those Whitecloaks...burn them all" he said, feeling the world go a little fainter, head leaning forward to rest upon her arm briefly before he shook it and tried to focus.

Sadira helped him up and once upon his feet he found he needed her support to walk fully. He looked at the battlefield and the notion that it was a pointless loss for all finally had enough time between fighting to settle in. All they had wanted was a few days out. He shook his head and the jingle just made it seem worse. They made their way towards the Gateway slowly.
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