RPG #5 - Of Aes Sedai and Asha'man

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  1. Elan Morin Tedronai

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    "Such a man may be hard to find in times such as these, and though I will go. I go not for this 'Dragon Reborn,' I go for my own reasons." replied Ahsdale. He looked the Tairen up and down. Ahsdale had travelled with far worse than this, but Ahsdale had a feeling this man had too much confidence, he was very secure in his power.

    Light, its good to be free of that accursed Power Ahsdale thought as he offered his hand to the other man. "My name is Ahsdale Nolatari, and you are correct, I was raised in the Borderlands, but i have not been there for over 14 years."

    The other man looked at Ahsdale with a slight mirth, but eventually took his hand and shook it. "Don't get out of my sight, you will accompany me and my men as far as I desire."

    "Lets get a drink, " said the as yet unnamed Tairen, "all this throwing you around has made me thirsty."

    As the two men walked back to The Wandering Woman Ahsdale couldn't help but wonder if this was a major turning point in his life, or the worst mistake he'd ever made.
     
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    The two men entered the tavern and sat at the table recently vacated by Daranbar. "I am Daranbar, and we are called Asha'man by our lord." Daranbar gestured to one of the other men in the room. "I would ask that you humor me before we share a drink. Nethael has a test to give you that we require of all those in our company." By the hesitation in his voice and action, Daranbar could tell that Ahsdale had some reservations about the test. One could only assume it was fear of the power.

    After a moments consideration Ahsdale rose from the table and tipped his head slightly to Daranbar. "I won't be bound again will I?" He said it with half a grin on his face, but Daranbar suspevted there was more to his question than simple humor.

    "Not so long as you refrain from poking him." Daranbar replied with a smile. Motioning to a woman across the room, Daranbar had two goblets of wine brought to the table.

    Several long moments passed as Daranbar watched Ahsdale focus on the flame that danced in front of him. 'Nothing' he said to himself. No matter, he mused, there would be others. Already they had found three men who could learn to channel, and they had only been testing men for a couple of hours.

    As the test concluded Ahsdale returned to sit beside Daranbar. "You'll be happy to know that you will not be weilding Saidin." And Daranbar saw a mixture of emotions cross the other man's face, ranging from confusion to relief.
     
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    "You mean you just tested to see if I could channel ?" stammered Ahsdale. "I could have told you that."

    Ahsdale took his goblet and emptied it. Motioning the barmaid for another drink, he winked at Daranbar and said "Another drink ? For me ? How generous Daranbar." As the barmaid came and put the drink on the table he pinched her bottom and said, "My friend here will be paying."

    Daranbar looked unamused but paid the wench and sent her on her way, "A small price to pay to keep your mouth shut, northener."

    "So, Asha'man, what is it your doing here ? Running some errands for your Lord Dragon are you ?" laughed Ahsdale.

    Daranbar looked at him levelly, and sternly replied, "Don't use that name around here, people aren't so friendly towards my...Lord, as one would think. Not everyone see him as their saviour. Darkfriends are abroad, Ahsdale, not to mention the Prophet. My Lord doesn't approve of his actions, we are in no way connected. But people only believe what they want to, and if one person declares us Dragonsworn, or a Darkfriend, then we are in danger.

    Ahsdale noticed how Daranbar stressed the word "we". He was right though, people had seen him with these...Asha'man, and it was surely something people would remember. The innkeeper, Setalle Anan, looked like she forgot little that happened in her inn.

    "If its so dangerous, let us leave. My things are packed, I was on my way out of here until you showed up."
     
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    Refocusing her thoughts quickly, Kori arefully delved the woman lying on the ground. Originally she thought the woman fainted from the sights of the tent, but as she delved her the Aes Sedai noticed something more. The woman was near death, it was almost as if she has taken the soldier's wounds as her own. "oh curse you. A silly soldier isn't worth dying over. There are plenty of Aes Sedai in this camp to heal." she mumbled at the unconcious woman. Looking around the tent, she hoped to see Kelaine Sedai, but didn't see her in the general throng of people.

    "Damn it. Why is there always a bloody Yellow hanging around every time but when you want them!" Kori cursed at nobody in particular. Staring hard at Maera she demanded, "If you're that skilled at healing, heal her! Watching the Aiel woman perform the complicated weave, she could see that Maera had a Talent for healing, but needed more instruction. Kori was sure some Yellow would be more than glad to instruct her once she was wearing a banded Accepted gown.

    "Your Talent for healing is as strong as any Yellows, Maera." the Aed Sedai complimented now that she was more calm. At this point in time it would be to her advantage to stay friendly with the Aiel woman. Maybe she could help her understand the strange man she left in the supply tent.

    Commanding one of the male servants in the tent she said, "Carry this woman back to her room. I'll show you where it is." Smiling at Maera she added, "We certainly can't leave her here all night. Come with me, I'm sure she will awaken shortly."

    When they arrived back in the Yellow quarters, the servant placed the pale haired girl on a bed in a very small room. Kori sniffed, thinking the room looked hardly more than a broom closet. When she started opening her eyes Koriandre tsked, "Silly goose, what did you think you were doing in that tent? Being an Aes Sedai?"
     
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    “We will depart this afternoon.” Daranbar responded. “From the look of the mistress we have nearly worn out our welcome. No doubt the city guard will show up before long in an attempt to escort us out of the city. Perhaps that is your concern? Be at ease, we have nothing to fear from those men.”

    The two men sat for sometime at the table, watching the testing and chuckling at Ahsdale’s flirting with the serving women. Daranbar decided that this was a man he could come to like, not so staunch that he couldn’t enjoy a few well place jibes, or enjoy a bit of pleasure at the expense of another’s discomfort.

    “I believe we are finished here, Daran.” One of the black-coated men reported. “We’ve found ten men who can serve the Tower, and another fifty to send to Bashere. I’ve instructed them to meet us outside the city as you instructed.”

    Daranbar acknowledged the man with a nod of his head, and responded. “Prepare our horses then, I’d like to be away from here within the hour if possible.” Turning to Ahsdale he added. “Perhaps we will be off sooner than I had hoped.”
     
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    Raheryin tried to jump over the fallen tree that blocked his path, but his leather boot caught the end and he went flying forwards. Not waiting one moment, he was back on his feet sprinting ahead, using his quarterstaff to displace any branches that came in his way. The shouts of the men were getting louder every moment, they had the advantage of being mounted.

    Trying to analyze where he had gone wrong and trying to maintain a constant sprint for his life was tiring Raheryin, but he attempted to think back as best as he could. He had succesfully packed his belongings and made it to the stables. Just as he was about to leave, he started to notice that the estates guardsmen were running back and forth around the mansion, obviously looking for some person, yet it appeared as though they were unsure of who that was. Raheryin quickly slipped away, but someone must of seen him leaving. That was the only way they could of known it was him. Not more than five minutes into his ride, Raheryin heard the shouts of the guardsmen chasing him. Although they were a far distance back, Raheryin estimated there was to be at least fifteen of them, if not more. However, Raheryin's luck turned to the worst, and his horse collapsed from the heavy pace Raheryin had set. Barely escaping being crushed as the horse fell down, Raheryin discarded the main road he was fleeing on and headed into the wild bush. If he would of stayed on the road, he would of surely been caught.

    An arrow hitting the tree paces behind him brought Raheryin back to the reality of his problem. Dodging back and forth between the large, thick trees as to hinder his pursuer's as much as he could, Raheryin then saw that there was no where left to go. Dead straight ahead was an open field, where the forest ended. If Raheryin ventured out there, he would be killed in an instant. Looking around, he saw no escape, eventually he would have to go into that field or turn around and face Urayio's men. Hiding behind a tree, Raheryin let several of his throwing knives loose as they came within range, hitting three of the men each in the neck. The other twelve riders continued forward, circling around the tree in which Raheryin was pressed against. As they came to a halt, surrounding him, all Raheryin could do was gasp for breath. Only now did he realize how hard he had been running. Four of the men dismounted and started to tie Raheryin with course ropes.

    "You don't think we will kill you here, traitor? It will be a grand display, Lord Urayio tieing the noose around your neck himself. I reckon a mighty crowd will come to see the traitor Raheryin's hanging. It shall call for a feast!" The group of men around Raheryin all joined in a loud laugh, some offering their spit to Raheryin's face as he lay on the rigid ground.

    Raheryin winced as the final knots to bind him were tied. To tired to give any struggle, he let himself look aimlessly at the large, empty field. Any chance of escape was now impossible.
     
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    Propping his spears nearby, Haeruc let himself collapse into the pile of blankets one the wise one and the other woman left, it was odd enough that he had been near death and then found himself with these women, but now he had beene brought to a wetlander camp.

    Weakened somewhat by the ordeal, Haeruc found himself very hungry indeed, had was about to check the contents of the room for food untill he heard a voice outside. The gruff, slobenly voice sounded very much drunk.

    ".........in the kitchen, with a job of work to do. Mistress up above, slipping on a robe of blue. She dances down the staircases,......." The man sung as he staggered into the supply tent, How could he sing out of battle?, looking around as if expecting to find his own bed. He must have taken Haeruc for one of the rags on the pile as he waddled over and slumped down onto the pile dropping his goblet. Just in time Haeruc managed to roll away and stand upbeside the still singing man. One turn of his head and the song stopped abruptly followed by a mumble as the man shifted his weight to stand and draw his sword, taking an age in doing it.

    Looking down Haeruc saw nothing below his chin, Where was his Viel, the though ended as soon as he saw the piece of black cloth on the other side of the pile of rags and the man, along with his spears.

    "I'll cut out yer spleen you sava......." The mans voice was cut short with a foot smashing his jaw, a slatter of blood hit the tent wall as the man spat out two of his teeth. Haeruc stumbled forward in his weakness and just managed to grab the mans sword arm, keeping it firmly away from himself like a live snake, he planted his elbow in the mans stomach. He dropped the blade and finally Haeruc knocked the man unconcious by kicking him in the back of his head.

    Now that the man was unconcious, there was no honour in killing him, so Haeruc bound and gagged him with a few blankets, and tied the rest of him to the tent-pole. After he remembered to reattach his viel so he could raise it easily if needs be. Noticing a sound behing him he drew his knife an turned to find a dark haired girl in a white dress with a plate confused whether to be more shocked at the restrained man or the Aiel Warrior with a drawn weapon. She quickly dismissed both and dropped the plate to run.

    Haeruc could see this would prove troublesome.
     
  8. Elan Morin Tedronai

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    "Good," replied Ahsdale, "I'm eager to leave. But where are we heading ?"

    Daranbar looked at him side on, with the smirk Ahsdale had grown accustomed to in those few hours, "we're leaving Ebou Dar, Ahsdale, after that. You'll just have to wait and see."

    Ahsdale was glad to leave, he was not so afraid of the City Guard escorting them out. Not much frightened Ahsdale after living his youth on the Blightborder, and being captured and beaten by Seanchan. However, the way Daranbar said "we have nothing to fear from these men." sent a shiver down his spine.

    After leaving the inn, the Asha'man took Ahsdale to the stables where horses were sadled, and ready to ride. The men mounted, leaving the 50 or so others to walk behind. "Who are they ?" asked Ahsdale, "surely you didn't bring them with you."

    "They will serve my Lord, in their own way. As will you," he replied. Ahsdale couldn't help but laugh. This Asha'man was becoming more likeable each passing hour. His smart attitude could get on your nerves though, sometimes Ahsdale couldn't decide wether to laugh along, or plunge his sword down his throat.

    "I serve no Lord Dragon, I have not even met this man. Im coming with you know because you held up your end of the bargain, and I plan to hold up mine."

    After a half days ride, the group emerged into a clearing of trees, Ahsdale looked around, taking in everything. Nothing seemed unordinary, there were more of those...Asha'man around, but that was it.

    Something caught Ahsdale's eye, however, and he peered closer into the clearing. He could see trees sawn in half, and some with chips taken out of them. The ground, too, seemed to have been sliced open by a circular saw. He looked to Daranbar to ask what in the Light was going on, but before he could open his mouth, Daranbar yelled to his men, "Ready the gateway."
     
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    Taryn was lost in the dark, no way out. Panicking in the inky blackness, she ran, chased by nightmares. A sudden a feeling of cold washed over her. I am being healed, she vaguely thought. She heard voices, but could not understand what they were saying. She was being carried somewhere, tucked into a bed. She wanted desperately to see who was being so kind to her. You idiot, you have to open your eyes first, she chided herself. Eyelids feeling lighter, she slowly opened her eyes. The Green Sister that had been with Kelaine was speaking to her: “Silly goose, what did you think you were doing in that tent? Being an Aes Sedai?” Taryn opened her mouth and shut it again, contemplating what she would say and trying not to stutter. “I-I was trying to help, Aes Sedai. I just lost control of my gift…it has never happened before…I was just tired I suppose. I feel much better now, thank you for healing me. I am called Taryn,” she finished with a rush. Looking over, she saw a woman standing off to the side, looking rather uncomfortable, that certainly appeared to be Aiel. Eyes widening, she turned back to the Green Sister. “Who are you?” Lowering her voice to a whisper she asked, “and why is there an Aiel in my bedroom?”
     
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    Marea watched as Haeruc fell into the tent. He should be safe there, the healing should make him too weak to get in much trouble. She followed the Aes Sedai out of the tent. Hopefully the Yellow Aes Sedai is more humble and less arrogant. Although, she admitted grudgingly, she could picture Kori as a Wise One, but what Aiel would ever have her!

    As they walked through the injured men, Maera suddenly felt a shooting pain stab through her head. Through the pain came a feeling of a life growing stronger, and one slowly fading. As the fading one grew close to death, her eyes were drawn to a slender tiny girl bending over a soldier. When she collapsed, Maera knew she was that life.

    She ran over to her, a few steps behind Kori, in time to hear her bark, "If you're that skilled at healing, heal her!" She knelt, and performed a intricate weave, just in time to save the girl. Drained, she watched as she was carried off. Not willing to show her slight weakness, she stood and trailed after Kori, following her to a tent. She stood to the side as she leaned over the girl's bed, gently chatising her, and watched as she slowly awoke.

    Marea listened as they spoke, the girl apologizing, "I-I was trying to help, Aes Sedai. I just lost control of my gift? It has never happened before? I was just tired I suppose. I feel much better now, thank you for healing me. I am called Taryn." She watched as Taryn's eyes rested on her, and the surprise in them. Was she shocked to see an Aiel, or did she feel that connection before she collapsed?
     
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    Daranbar sat on his horse, Ahsdale next to him and watched as two of the Asha'man opened portals. The portals were side by side and each easily large enough for the biggest cart. A look of awe on Ahsdale face brought a smile to Daranbar's face. When the look lingered the Asha'man let out a throaty laugh that brought his new companion out of his stupor.

    "I think you will see many new things in the coming days my friend." The two followed the double column and rode together through one of the fates. All told they had gathered more than a hundred men. Only a handful of them could channel, and the rest would serve in the army, but it was still a very productive outing.

    "Where in the light are we?" Ahsdale asked. His confusion only made Daranbar chuckle more.

    "Come now, northerner, do you not recognize the beutiful country side of Andor? Come, you may rest in my home for the day. I must speak with the M'Hael."

    Daranbar led Ahsdale across the thriving community that was the black tower, to a small, single level dwelling made of smooth stone. The pair ducked through the door and Daranbar channeled to light several oil lamps that were set around the main room. Though it was a relatively small home, Daranbar's house held fine, gilded furniture, and was covered wall to wall with the fine rugs from his homeland.

    "It's not a palace, but I'm sure you'll be comfortable here. I will have someone bring you food and wine. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to tend to." Daranbar turned and started for the door. He wanted to meet with Taim tonight, he was curious to learn what his next task would be.
     
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    Ahsdale stared after Daranbar, he couldn't believe all that he had seen in the last few hours. He still didn't understand how he ended up in Andor. He was in Ebour Dar atleast an hour ago, when Daranbar's men opened up a gateway, they walked through in 4 seconds and arrived in a place it would take 4 days to travel to !

    He had a feeling these weren't the only strange things he'd see in the coming days. Looking around Daranbar's quarters gained him no information. Nothing about who this Daranbar was, or where they were. His searching was interrupted by a knock on the door. Ahsdale walked over and let the maid in, she put down the wine and the food and left swiftly.

    Sipping his wine, Ahsdale thought about this Daranbar character. He seemed decent enough, and he looked strong. Perhaps an ex-soldier ? Either way, he was far better than his previous companions. And he had far more interesting talents. He sat alone, wondering what Daranbar wanted with him, and did not stop until the setting of the sun.
     
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    It was quite a conundrum. The chase had been hard and frantic, the man must have gallopped his horse quite a way for it to have collapsed from exhaustion. The pursuers' horses were in little better condition, that they were still alive was a testament to either their endurance or the skill of the riders. Most likely a combination of the two, even a lord would have hardly kept more than a dozen prime hunters and the men, though obviously trained, were hardly expert horsemen. The question was their motive. Fifteen men were seldom sent after one, unless the crime was great or the reason pressing. If the man was a darkfriend they were entirely justified, however, if he was persecuted he deserved aid. He could not allow them to leave his realm until the question was resolved. Luckily the condition of their horses gave him what he most needed, time. They were not yet mistreating the man, other than binding him roughly, and they could not hope to reach their starting point again this day, not on foot. He would have his chance to discover more about the situation and act accordingly.

    They would have to spend a night beneath the trees.
     
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    The building that housed Taim’s study was typically dark, unusually dark most thought, even in the twilight hours. Tonight seemed a bit different though, there were more people about than was usual, most wearing the sword and dragon pins at their collars. ‘Perhaps I missed an important get together’ Daranbar thought to himself.

    The door to Taim’s study was closed as usual, with an Asha’man standing in the hall to announce guests. “Tell the M’Hael, I have returned and wish to report.” Daranbar instructed the man at the door.

    A moment later the man reappeared from behind the door, followed by another. He wore the Sword and Dragon pins as well, but Daranbar did not recognize him. This he found extremely odd, there were not all that many people in the Black Tower, and fewer who earned the pins. For one to be unknown was a true oddity. He noted that the man carried himself with a grace that suggested he was above those around him, and when Taim appeared at the door to motion Daranbar in he had a flushed look to his face. Not what one would see in the face of someone who had been weeping, but the exerted look one had after an especially trying ordeal. Another oddity, Daran thought to himself, he’d never know Taim to get so worked up, and certainly not overwhelmed.

    “You return to me swiftly.” Taims voice rasped as he plopped down in the chair behind his desk. “I trust that all went well?”

    “Yes M’Hael.” Daran replied. “Ten men for the tower, and many more for the army. May I ask, who was the Asha’man I saw in the hallway a moment ago? I thought I knew every channeling an in the Tower.”

    “That . . .. that question is best left unanswered.” Taim replied, and spoke again to Daranbar’s puzzled look. “It’s a question that you don’t want to know the answer to. Now, I have another task for you. I have news from . . . well let’s just say it is a reliable source, that there is a warder with the rebel Aes Sedai interest us.”

    Daran stood puzzled for a moment before the realization of Taim’s meaning crept up on him. “A channeler?”

    “Let’s not go so far as to call him that, but yes, he has touched Saidin.” Taim responded.

    “Why have the witches not gentled him?”

    “Those women.” Taim began in a somewhat agitated tone, a testiment to the fact that he was still unnerved by whatever encounter he had before Daranbar arrived. “Those women like to put on a show, pretending that they hold all knowledge in their hands. The truth is, that there is not am Aes Sedai in the tower that can sense when a man is channeling. They find and gentle men who exhibit more obvious signs.” Taim let out a disgusted sigh, the thought of the Aes Sedai always put him in a foul disposition. “You will return to Altara and find this man, bring him to the Tower.”

    “Yes, M’Hael.” Daran bowed slightly to his teacher and began leaving.

    “You should be able to manage one Warder on your own yes?”

    Daranbar turned and smiled. “I fear not the blade when Saidin courses through me. I will find him.”

    “Good, and Daran . . . . you do remember the lessons I taught you, yes? On how to tell when Saidar is being used around you?”

    “I retain every scrap of knowledge you’ve bestowed upon me, M’Hael.” With that Daran left Taim’s study and returned home. He felt like having a good nights rest before venturing into the lion’s den.
     
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    "I am Koriandre Sedai, Taryn. Maera, is an Aiel Wise One." Kori said, pointing towards the red-haired woman. "She healed you from whatever happened. I believe she has come here to learn more about healing."

    Remembering the man she left in the supply tent, Kori turned towards Maera and spoke quietly, "If you could do me a favor. Stay here with Taryn until a member of the Yellow Ajah returns. I have something to attend to." When Maera nodded, Kori headed out of the small room. She should really make sure the man was comfortably settled.

    When she neared the supply tent Kori saw a dark haired novice running full speed out of the tent. She was absolutely terrified. Kori didn't understand how merely seeing an Aiel could terrify her so much. The Aes Sedai was about to call out to her when the novice spotted her and ran over. Curstying she exclaimed, "Aes Sedai. The man in the tent I was supposed to bring food to, he attacked someone and has the man trussed up in the tent." Nearly breathless, the girl stared expectantly.

    "I'll take care of this. You go back to your chores, child." Kori answered patiently. When the girl didn't immediately leave she replied slightly more tersly, "Go, before Tiana Sedai sees you standing around." With those words, the girl darted out of sight.

    Opening up the flap to the supply tent, Kori was greeted with quite a sight. Haeruc had neatly tied a drunken guardsman to the tent flap. His veil was currently down, but Kori wasn't reassured he didn't intend on slaying the man. "What in the name of the light are you doing?" Kori nearly shouted. "You most certainly were not healed in order to harm one of the guardsmen here. I found a quiet place for you to eat and sleep to recover from healing and this is what you do?"

    Kori roughly untied the bindings holding the man to the tent while glaring at Haeruc. "Is this how Aiel repay someone who helps them, by causing more chaos?" she continued loudly. After quickly untying the few rags binding the man, Kori quickly performed the healing weave. Fortunately the guardsman wasn't badly injured, just a few bruises and lost teeth. Nothing would replace those teeth, but the healing would make his mouth more comfortable. The guardsman immediately sat up, somewhat confused at to what happened. Motioning towards the exit, Kori informed him, "Go home, Ialac. Your wife won't be too understanding if you don't return yet again." Fortunately, Ialac was disoriented enough not to question the previous events; loping out of the tent to go home.

    Due to the events of the day, Kori was begining to feel tired and headachy. Performing yet another healing weave and dealing with yet another lack-brained male was not improving her mood. The Aes Sedai swiftly picked up a spear that was lying on the ground. She menancingly pointed it toward's the Aiel man's shoulder and threatened, "If you do anything like this again, I will ram this spear back into your shoulder and toss you personally into the river. Understood?"
     
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    Crusader Disturber of the Peace

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    "Yes wise one" Not knowing what these women were called in wetlands, she seemed to fit the wise one description most. "But when a man attacks another who is merely resting, he deserves any bruises he gets, If he were not a wetlander I would have taken him Gai'Shain" Taking his spear back he examined the tip with a blank face and took it with the others in his hand. "You rescued me from the......river........I must fulfil my toh to you"
     
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    Following the tracks to where he thought Kori was, Steivan found the place abandoned. It seemed they must have left, as there were some tracks leading back. Following the general direction of the tracks back, he realised that they must have headed back to the village. Making his way to his mount quickly, he suddenly paused as a thought sprung in his head. That little clearing...Kori and the others did not know about it, maybe he could use it. Kori was back at the village, she was fine, maybe he could have some time to practice again...he thought he was getting...better. The thought made him shudder, yet better he controlled it, than kill others not knowing how.

    Turning back he made his way to the little area. Standing he decided he would try some of the things he seen few of the novices do; producing a small flame in their hands. Letting himself be consumed in a void of nothing, he blocked out all thoughts like he had before. Again he saw the light of Saidin glow like the sun. Reaching out with his mind, he went to grasp it. The torrent took him, the wave of saidin coursed through him. He concentrated...he needed to control it. After what seemed quite a while, he managed to control saidin. Now concentrating even harder he imagined a flame in his hand. Imagined seeing these weaves the Aes Sedai talked about. Slowly, he thought he saw a little thread, the thread then turned into a tiny flame. In his surprise of seeint he flame he almost let saidin take control, but he quickly recovered.

    Looking at the flame, he wondered if he could make it bigger. Imagining the flame growing it slowly grew. I wonder how big I can get it, he thought. Best to see how much he could control. Slowly th flame grew bigger and bigger. Eventually it was a little bigger than his head. His eins pulsed, and slowly he felt saidin consume him. Frantically trying to let go, he grasped even more of saidin. Around him the trees cought on fire, the heat against his face immense. Black came upon him, his last thought uncovering the shield of his bond. He hoped his Aes Sedai would forgive him, he hoped he would not be gentled.
     
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    doleniel Elven High Priestess

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    Kelaine looked up from a man she had just healed, plainly tired, at least plainly to those who knew Aes Sedai. "Taryn, fetch me some water, please" she asked wearily. Not hearing a response, she looked around. Taryn was not in sight. "Silly girl," she thought. "She must have stayed in that last tent. Did she not hear me tell her to come and that she was not to overwork herself?" Sighing, she left the tent she was in and returned to the first tent. Taryn was not there, but there was evidence that someone had been carrind off in the directionof Taryn's room.

    Sighing again, she walked purposefully off in towards the rooms where Taryn was housed. Reaching her apartments, Kelaine did not even knock, but rather simply burst into the tiny room. Inside, she found Taryn and an Aiel woman. Immediately, she delved Taryn and, finding nothing terribly wrong with her, she began to speak angrily. "Why did you not follow me, girl? Did you not hear me? You've been told not to use your talent when another Yellow or I isn't around to supervise! What did you think you were doing? You are lucky you did not get yourself killed!" Not giving her a chance to answer, she turned to the Aiel woman. "And who are you? You've the ability to use Saidar, have you come here to study?"
     
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    Allowing the man to take his spear back, Kori observed Haeruc for a moment. His face looked completely impassive to her, but his body posture told her he was merely holding back his anger. It was rarely wise to provoke a man past the point he could control his anger, grown men could be worse than 2 year old boys when thwarted. Kori took a step back and softened her posture. Relaxing slightly she smiled and gently spoke, "I will find another novice to bring you food. You need to eat and rest for your body to recover from the healing, Haeruc." she finished, even though his name was remiscent of a cat choking on a hairball.

    Leaving the tent quickly, Kori easily found another of the numerous novices. Instructing her to bring food to Haeruc, she hoped this time nothing odd would happen. She started walking back towards the Yellow ajah's quarters; hoping to find Kelaine Sedai in addition to checking on Taryn. Her thoughts were abruptly changed when one of the guardmen started shouting, "Fire, fire."

    Blindly, Koriandre started following the soldier towards the fire. In the heat trees were catching quickly, threatening the warder's garrison. The Aes Sedai stood ready to help. It would be a simple matter for a few sisters to channel water and quell the fire. Abruptly Kori came to a halt, she felt an odd sensation through her warder bond. She was aware of Steivan more than she had ever previously felt. It dawned on her that during the entire time she was in the tent with Haeruc, she hadn't felt even a small bit emotion through the bond, yet now, she felt almost as if she was linked in a circle. The realization for Steivan's strange behavior came to her in a blinding flash. The man could channel Saidin!

    Rushing faster towards the burning trees, the Aes Sedai who got there first had already quenched the fire. Luckily it did no more damage than burning a few trees. In the middle of the charred area, Kori saw her warder lying on the ground being attended to by a sister in a yellow slashed grey gown. When she saw the weave for healing, Kori breathed a sigh of relief that he was still alive. But the thought immediately came back to her that her warder would need to be gentled. Kori wasn't sure how merciful it was to gentle a man. They spent the rest of their brief life condemned to living a meaningless life. She wasn't sure if she could condemn Steivan to years of barely existing.
     
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    Perched on the branch he surveyed the scene. The rest of the afternoon had been interesting and had provided much evidence; but no conclusion upon which to base a judgement. If the man; no, the boy; was indeed a tr****r he deserved the noose. If not he deserved rescue. The boy did look the part but so did the men. Thankfully he had long ago learned not to base his judgements on appearances.

    The men's lack of care for their mounts was telling but good men could be inconsiderate at the best times. Their treatment of their captive, while not gentle, was not particularly brutal either. One of them, who looked the same age or even younger than the captive, even came back along the line a couple of times with a waterskin and cloth to where he bounced along on the rump of a horse, trussed like a chicken, until an older man chased him off with a growl. His assessment of their mounts had been correct, one had arrogantly refused to walk and his mount had gone down after a quarter of a mile, thrashing wildly. The man limped along now with a sour look on his face, the horse still lay where it had fallen.

    They set their camp in the lee of a rocky cliff where a stream trickled down the face. Unceremoniously dumping their charge onto a pile of scree they set about their tasks in a slovenly, good-enough, manner leaving the boy to watch him. One built a fire, without bothering to dig a pit for it, another filled a pot with water for stew and began cutting dried meat. The rest pulled out blanket rolls and collapsed onto them, passing jars around and grumbling or telling tales. One sat up and shouted to another to see to the horses. After complaints and commands had been passed back and forth for a few moments, to the general mirth of the group, the man dragged himself upright and clumsily tied the horses reins together before slinking back to his place.

    Matters continued in this vein until darkness set in. Some of the men had become quite drunk and beligerent. One stood up, unsteadily, and challenged the rest to a fist fight. His neighbour hauled on his ankle and he collapsed, lashing out at anything within reach as the rest laughed. Another leaned in toward the fire and announced that he knew how to provide the night's entertainment. From his blankets he pulled a dark, oiled leather roll and spread it on the ground. Whoops and cheers abounded from the others.

    The time to act had arrived. He had made his decision and knew it just. Moving cautiously as ever he passed one way around the camp and then the other, giving his commands to his companions and setting up events to play out as he planned.

    The youngest of the captors had set his blanket near the boy and had even given him some food. He huddled in the darkness, hearing the other men's plans and shivering. It was no trouble to slip a hand over his mouth and whisk him into the darkness. A cloth gag and a few twists of a rope served to keep him out of events.

    Slipping closer to the camp again he made his way to the prisoner's side. He was cold and scared, understandable after what he had been through that day and likely overheard the men saying just now. He slowly shifted him off the mound, sliding him gently down the far side and under an overhang in the cliff. Reaching beneath him he severed his bonds and pushed the knife into his hand.

    "Don't move or make a sound, this is to defend yourself. Leave them to us."

    The boy's eyes burned but he seemed to accept it. Not that he'd be able to move if he tried, trussed up like that all day his muscles would have knotted themselves so tight he'd still find walking difficult two days from now if he didn't take it carefully.

    Settling his gauntlets more comfortably on his hands he checked his other weapons. There were less than a dozen of them and he had some suprises for them, his appearance among them being only one, but they were at least partially trained so he needed to be careful. He edged around until he was opposite the rock face, they should notice something amiss shortly.

    The men had fallen on the contents of the roll, some were leaning over the fire heating various brands, others were waving pincers, hooks and needles around. Taking a deep breath he said in a loud, resonant voice,

    "Your master will be unhappy if he is harmed, I would think. Why else send fifteen men to catch one, other than wanting him back whole?"

    They froze.

    "Who's there?" one called back, "show yourself."

    "A man who sends butchers and animals to track and return a mere boy is no nobleman, is he?"

    "Our master is no concern of yours. Now either show yourself or we'll come and find you," replied another in a confident, assured voice. This was the one who looked to be the leader.

    "And what will happen when you find me I wonder? Will I join your young friend in your play? Torture was never my thing."

    "Oh, my friend, we wouldn't hurt you, kill you maybe, but never hurt you." This with an evil smirk and outspread hands. Two of the men had slunk into the shadows at the back and were working their way around toward him.

    "Tell your two friends to stop and go back or it will go badly for you all."

    "Whatever do you mean?" he asked disingenuously, "all my men are here. Now why don't you come out where we can get a good look at you?"

    He swung half out from the tree, fired and swung back. Recocking the crossbow in an instant he thanked the Creator for his strength that allowed him to do it while fitting the bolt. A second later he swung around the other side of the tree and fired again. Two bodies lay crumpled on the earth. From the bows on the ground beside them he had chosen his targets well.

    "A bear!" one of the men said, "a bear with a crossbow!"

    "Don't be a fool!" the leader snapped, "just a man in a skin with two bows! Han, Merl, get him before he reloads."

    On this command the two men in the trees gave up all pretence of creeping and charged. Seiera rose up before them and bore them to the ground with a roar. A rustle in the underbrush and there was silence.

    "He is a bear! I'm getting out of here!"

    They had all drawn back against the cliff face at the roar but now the leader took a step forward again.

    "Right," he said, "Bardin, kill the prisoner."

    Back behind the tree he let out a long sigh. It was time. He had hoped to play it out a little longer, to give some of them a chance to consider their actions and perhaps surrender and confess. But this was the way of the Wilds. Raising his head he whistled twice. A loud baying broke out as the hounds took up their cue. A rumbling noise grew in strength as the horses, whom he had untied earlier, stampeded toward the camp. He broke left around the tree and charged forward, Seiera appearing at his side. On the edge of the clearing he paused, timing the moment. As the horses galloped into the clearing, knocking several of the men to the ground he leapt out, roaring with his arms raised, Seiera looming beside him and adding her noise to the din. Los and Baijan appeared at the edge, snapping, barking and howling. The already panicked horses reared and kicked, crushing men on the ground and against the cliff wall equally. After a few moments of chaos he whistled again. The four of them seperated, backing toward the cliff to leave a wide path of escape for the horses. They charged off into the darkness, whinnying frantically. Against the cliff was a tangle of limbs and bodies and, sadly, the corpse of a horse. He made a careful check and removed any weapons he could find. Likely they were all dead but there was no point in taking chances.

    Leaving the hounds to do a sweep and Seiera to watch the heap for signs of movement the returned to the corner where he had left the young men. He pulled the captor upright first and unbound him. He dragged him into the clearing and showed him the carnage.

    "I have watched you boy. You have a good heart and know what is right. Do not let yourself end up like them. This is your chance, your fresh start. Go, run, make something of yourself for you shall never have another stay."

    He shoved the boy toward the trees and watched as he reached them and froze, looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to glow at him from between the leaves.

    "The Hounds know your scent now, mark that they never scent it again. Run boy!"

    He took off, almost flying between the trees. Turning back to the cause of it all he sighed, hoping he had done the right thing. He lifted the boy gently enough and carried him to the fire. Putting him down he prised the knife out of his locked grip without any difficulty. He set to work kneading the boy's knotted muscles, despite his gasps, moans and feeble struggles and protests. When he had loosened him up enough he dragged a blanket around his shoulders, handed him a flask of brandy he found in a pack and sat down across the fire from him.

    "We need to talk boy. Why don't you just tell me why I shouldn't kill you? A boy chased by fifteen men has to have done something, or perhaps to have something?"

    He let the question hang in the air, watching the boy's reaction carefully. He hoped he wasn't a Darkfriend. He didn't think he was but he had been wrong before.
     
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