First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

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First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

Post by Lugh » January 11th, 2018, 7:36 pm

Beron Faim
The Tower. That was the very first thing Beron had noticed when he arrived at Hama Valon. No matter where you went in the city, it rose over the walls surrounding it, a beacon of brightness in the sunlight. And if you couldn’t see the Grey Tower, there was no shortage of women in banded dresses and men in uniforms wherever you went. Still the people seemed happy and thriving, and in some ways Hama Valon reminded him of Maradon. Maybe it was the way you could spot an Ashaman, or Aes Sedai as they went about their business; or maybe it was just the pride many of the townsfolk took in Hama Valon.

Beron had made his way to Hama Valon from Saldaea, his mount and bedroll all that he had kept from his time with the royal army. A stipend and letter from his commander lay rolled up into his blanket and he was hoping the letter would ease the doors open for him. He had of course heard tales of the Grey Tower, and he knew he would never be turned away with his skill.

But as he shielded his eyes from the sun and looked upon the gatehouse and walls, then farther up towards the summit of the Grey Tower, he had to admit to a case of nerves. Awaiting his turn in the lineup of travelers entering the Grey Tower, he was shocked to spy clothing and faces from everywhere. There a Sheinaran with his topknot clean and freshly shaven head; over there a sultry Domani woman with a dizzying bosom on display in her dress. Even a Tinker, his clothes as bright as a summer’s meadow was in line.

Eventually the line moved forward to his spot, and as the one guard quickly looked him over the other asked his business. “I am here to speak to the Master of Warders,” Beron said quickly, not wishing to hold up the line.

“Well met Sir, one moment and we will fetch a runner for you. We have cool water and fruit ready there while you wait,” said the Guard politely. He motioned over to a small wooden table, nestled in the shade from the walls surrounding the Grey Tower grounds.

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Re: First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

Post by Sunny » January 15th, 2018, 12:59 am

Finn. Just Finn.
Finn grimaced and tugged at the damnable Drin uniform one more bloody time. It was too tight across the shoulders, around his thighs, and against his biceps. Every time he moved more than an inch he expected the ridiculously tailored ensemble to simply rip asunder. There were many things about his homeland he did not regret leaving behind, but having space to flaming breathe while walking (let alone fighting) topped the list of things he devoutly missed.

Other than the annoyance of his clothing, it was a beautiful day and the Seanchan man had been assigned a deeply ironic chore: welcome newcomers to the Grey Tower. He, indoctrinated since birth to believe channelers were the embodiment of everything evil in the world, was now expected to represent a place of training for the same. He supposed he should have considered it a mark of pride that they trusted him with that task, but all he really felt was tired. He may have broken his native conditioning, but witnessing the Amyrlin Seat murder an Accepted in cold blood had a certain forgivable impact on his relationship with his new home. Even if she had been arrested after.

He rewound his hair into a knot at the back of his head as he returned from his latest escort, jabbing the holding pins into place with unnecessary force. Orders. Follow my orders. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go. Thankfully the sun had a kinder effect on his mood than the interior of the Tower had. By the time he got back to the gate he had relaxed enough to smile when Corvin waved him over. “There’s a new one for Riahana Gaidin,” the older man said in a friendly tone. “Seems decent enough.”

Finn bowed -an unnecessary honor to give a Guard, but manners required some kind of response- and went to join the stranger sitting at the table. “Light shine on you,” he said, as always aware of his drawl for the singular reason that it sometimes made people uncomfortable and thus required explanation. “I am Finn, a Drin at the Grey Tower. I have been assigned to take you to your destination. May I have your name and your reason for visiting?” Another unnecessary gesture, given Corvin's comment, but if it helped get the man talking that was for the better.
Ooc: in case it isn't clear, his clothes fit exactly like they're supposed to, he just really hates the Westland style. :lol
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Re: First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

Post by Lugh » January 15th, 2018, 7:40 pm

Beron Beron had been idly waiting at the wooden table, enjoying the shade and watching the bustle through the gates. He wondered if the stream of petitioners ever ended, the guards dealing with each person quickly and efficiently.

He noted the other man approaching, and having seen the guard speak with him, knew that this man was probably a runner or clerk. As such he stood from the table, hands quickly checking blades and straps while Beron took in the uniformed man approaching him.

I am Finn, a Drin at the Grey Tower. I have been assigned to take you to your destination. May I have your name and your reason for visiting?” the other man spoke, in a drawling accent that was unfamiliar to Beron. This had him curious, for the Borderlands enjoyed visitors from many nations on one form of errand or another, and Beron found after his time in Maradon he could place most accents.

“Peace favour you sword, friend,” Beron said with a nod to Finn. He was unsure of the ranks at the Grey Tower, but his time in the army had taught him to respect any position. You could easily find yourself insulting a rod bearer otherwise.

“My name is Beron Faim, and I have recently arrived from Saldaea. I have come with the recommendation of my captain to offer my blade as a Warder,” he said confidently. “The guard was kind enough to offer me a seat here while I waited, and thank you for escorting me through the Grey Tower. It is impressive in scope, especially at first sight” Beron finished with a smile as he retrieved the letter from his captain and presented it to Finn.

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Re: First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

Post by Sunny » January 18th, 2018, 5:27 am

Finn accepted the letter, but did not open it. It was not his place to read missives to the Mistress of Training. Of most interest to him was the other man’s military background. What had he done to be deemed better for the Grey Tower than his own country’s service? “Peace,” he said slowly even for him, his tongue tasting the word as if he did not know its meaning. “And...yours as well,” he said, uncertainty touching his voice despite his best efforts. He had heard others use the phrase, but did not know the proper response.

“The Tower does catch the eye,” he continued in a stronger tone. “It takes getting used to in more ways than one. We won’t be going there just yet, however, because the Gaidin are housed in the Warder Hall to the north. If you’ll come with me?” He gestured for Beron to go first, then fell in step beside him.

“Your captain recommended you?” he inquired after a time, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What does it take to earn such a referral? I have heard of Saldaea -Riahana Gaidin’s family is from that land, I believe- but know very little about it. Do they frequently make alliances with the Grey Tower?”
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Re: First Chord Struck [Attn: Sunny, Roan]

Post by Lugh » January 19th, 2018, 3:41 am

Beron Beron was surprised to learn that the Grey Tower was not the living quarters for the Warders as well. It made him wonder just how many Aes Sedai lived and worked here. Seeing a tall man walk through the grounds, he spied the black coat and pins of an Ashaman. He had known that both genders built the Grey Tower into the bastion it was, and he wondered if the men lived in the Tower

“Your captain recommended you?” he inquired after a time, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What does it take to earn such a referral? I have heard of Saldaea -Riahana Gaidin’s family is from that land, I believe- but know very little about it. Do they frequently make alliances with the Grey Tower?” asked his escort and he was glad for the conversation. He was doing his best to hide it, but seeing the Grey Tower has solidified the size of the goal he had in mind.

“My Captain was kind enough to give me a letter of introduction yes. With scouts being a smaller part of the whole army, we had gotten to know each other well. So I would hazard a guess that my keen eyes, and discipline were the biggest recommendations,” Beron said matter of factly. He knew that there was great respect amongst the Borderlanders for Gaidin, but it was something that went so bone deep it was hard to explain.

“I can’t speak for all of Saldaea, but I know my own family had sent an Aunt to the White Tower. I had the good luck to serve as guide to an Aes Sedai of the Grey Tower for several moons. Her strength and the strength of the Warder who helped her impressed me; in the Borderlands we are born and live with the knowledge of the Blight and our duty. So to meet people who’s strength made many of the toughest men I know seem like spring calves, was impressive. It also was in part because of some of those who serve here, there are names held in reverence across Saldaea that live here,” Beron spoke with the wistful voice of tales remembered. Gleemen sung of the exploits of the Captain General, and he had often snuck out to the fires to listen to the tales.

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