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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 10:53 pm
(Story continuation for Gwynne, Nozrin, Tazmin, Darz, Denath, and Jazral)
In a moment, everything changed. With half the group having vanished before their eyes, they now stood with a threat before them. The dangers that had followed them were unlike any they had encountered before and their ill-preparation left them stunned for a stretched moment. It was an ambush for which they had no idea how to recover from. Their instinct and skill would be their saving grace.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 11:19 pm
The unmistakable chill in the air is all Darz needs to prepare himself. He begins the seemingly desperate battle with saidin. With his training, it is a simple task. He waves his right hand in a wide arc. It's more a fancy show than anything else. He weaves strands of Spirit and Fire to create what appears to be a wall of fire. It also serves as enough a distraction for Darz to weave strands of Spirit, Air and Water into an Illussion. A circle of several dozen Darzs appear around Chalinda. To finish off the illusion, as per effectiveness, a quick jump to his side allows him to avoid what remains of Chalinda's attack. One of the "Darzs" is burnt assunder.
~It seems not only Lady Gwynne knows of things long lost.~
Of course, each fake Darz's mouth moves, and his voice emminates from each. The Illusion weave seems complete. His two short weaves and physical excertion allow him to set the battlefield in a more controlled fashion. If he could gather some more information on this female channeler and her skill in saidar, Darz could claim this battle in quick fashion.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:00 am
NPC She wove yet another short-range gateway, refusing to admit to herself the effort so many rapid and powerful weaves was taking. Now she stepped out only two feet before Gwynne. "Recognize me?" She laughed even more wildly than before at the look of utter horror on her sister's face. "I serve Shai'tan now, sister. Remember that!"
Darz's counter to her sister's attack barely registered despite the impressiveness of it. She could not think. She could barely breathe.
A part of her reached for saidar. Another part distantly registered shock as it came easily. Another part realized that her mind had never been in a better state to touch the Source. And a fourth part seized at a weave of Spirit, forming a... a circle... A shield... Her eyes were on Chalinda, but the shield hurtled towards Darz instead. Whether that was intentional, she could not answer.
In truth, Gwynne did not know the shielding weave, not consciously. It was another gift of the link with Darz, but she could never have used it in any other state of mind, and likely would never use it again without training. That she was aiming it at him instead of her sister was the action of a part of her she'd thought dead with Chalinda: the part that said Chalinda had to be protected at any cost, at any cost. That part knew that Darz would not be able to stop the shield, coming from so unexpected a direction.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:17 am
Darz The unmistakable chill in the air is all Darz needs to prepare himself. He begins the seemingly desperate battle with saidin. With his training, it is a simple task. He waves his right hand in a wide arc. It's more a fancy show than anything else. He weaves strands of Spirit and Fire to create what appears to be a wall of fire. It also serves as enough a distraction for Darz to weave strands of Spirit, Air and Water into an Illussion. A circle of several dozen Darzs appear around Chalinda. To finish off the illusion, as per effectiveness, a quick jump to his side allows him to avoid what remains of Chalinda's attack. One of the "Darzs" is burnt assunder.
~It seems not only Lady Gwynne knows of things long lost.~
Of course, each fake Darz's mouth moves, and his voice emminates from each. The Illusion weave seems complete. His two short weaves and physical excertion allow him to set the battlefield in a more controlled fashion. If he could gather some more information on this female channeler and her skill in saidar, Darz could claim this battle in quick fashion. kishou A part of her reached for saidar. Another part distantly registered shock as it came easily. Another part realized that her mind had never been in a better state to touch the Source. And a fourth part seized at a weave of Spirit, forming a... a circle... A shield... Her eyes were on Chalinda, but the shield hurtled towards Darz instead. Whether that was intentional, she could not answer.
Seeing Gwynne over and over again had finally unbalanced Chalinda's training in holding back what was left of her true self, and the battle within manfiested as sheer madness. It was indeed as if she had been as subject to the now-cleansed taint on saidin as Lews Therin Telamon himself had been at Shayol Ghul.
Then some part of her training manfiested itself. I can't fight her and an Aes Sedai of the Hall at the same time. Even Darz alone would be quite difficult to handle. It was time to go away and come back with a better plan. She yanked hard on the strands of saidar connecting her will to the gleeman. "Gleeman, come now!" A shame, really, that all of this had taken too little time for him to effectively carry out her last order. Weaving two gateways simultaneously, one before herself and one in front of Nozrin, she stepped through and forced him to do the same. Both gateways snapped shut behind them, leaving nothing but horror and confusion in their wake.
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Non Player Character 858 Crew
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:31 am
It takes a moment to register, but Darz realizes, with a bit of pained agony, what transpired. Gwynne's will manifested into a shield to...to...protect the Friend of the Dark! Having embraced saidin, the shield doesn't hold him for long; though, it does feel as if a wall of sheer force is between the Source and himself. In total, it probably takes him about seven or eight seconds, but he is able to get out quite handily and with time to spare. While he's breaking the unexpected shield, Darz makes a mad dash for Chalinda. He doesn't want to break it too quickly and still himself, but he must have it back to face the wicked Chalinda. He, of course, has no idea of her name or relation to Gwynne. As he unsheaths his blade, he can feel his success in breaking the shield. Darz weaves strands of Air and Earth into Silver Wind, causing an explossive cackle of electricity.
~You won't take her! Die, Friend of the Dark!~
It's too late, however, as Darz swings his blade. Silver Wind slices through what remains of the gateway Chalinda used. A bolt of lightning exudes from his blade and grounds itself. A small patch of fried earth is all that remains where Chalinda stood. Darz looks enraged towards Gwynne. Why wouldn't he be? Resheathing Silver Wind, he doesn't even try to release siadin. A massive gust of wind errupts, centering around him, as he approaches Gwynne. Reaching out his hand, he sends his backhand towards her. Not caring wether she tries to get out of the way or not, Darz is prepared to give her a lesson in the Source. He has only one simple question as his hand comes at Gwynne. Darz wouldn't take that behavior from anybody, and he won't treat this girl any differnetly.
~What were you thinking?!~
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:45 am
For a second time in as many days Chaos errupted around Denath. His sword was in his hand the instant the women appear, but a blinding flash of light temporarily disoriented him before he could act. Blinking his eyes in an attempt to clear his vision he gave out a startled cry when he notice half of the group had vanished.
The myserious women remaind, a madness surrounding her that made a shiver run up his spine. Rabid animals were always the most dangerous, the most unperdictable. He didn't like the idea that this one could channel.
Suddenly a circle of Draz's appeared around the women. Using the distraction to his advantage Denath slipped his staff from the sheath on his back, switching the short sword to his offhand.
Draz's illusion suddenly vanished, leaving the man stading alone, somewhat dumbfounded. The insane laughter of the women chilled his heart, but not as much as the comments that came next
"So, you wish to join the Dark One's side, Gywnne?"
Gywnee had...? It was unthinkable, and yet Denath knew what had happened. Anger welled up inside him, not a burning rage, but a icy coolness, like the touch of ice in the heart of winter. White knuckled hands gripping his weapons, he started to make his move.
But before he had even taken a step two Gateways suddenly sprang into existance. He heard the words "Gleeman come now!" before both the women and Norzrin vanished through the Gateways, Draz's blazing sword cutting through thin air.
Denath gapped in horror. Forcing himself to take a breath he turned to face Gwynne, a pleading yet uncertain expression on his face. "Please...please tell me you didn't just do what I think you did." He swallowed hard, the world once more having fallen out from beneath his feet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 1:26 am
Darz It's too late, however, as Darz swings his blade. Silver Wind slices through what remains of the gateway Chalinda used. A bolt of lightning exudes from his blade and grounds itself. A small patch of fried earth is all that remains where Chalinda stood. Darz looks enraged towards Gwynne. Why wouldn't he be? Resheathing Silver Wind, he doesn't even try to release siadin. A massive gust of wind errupts, centering around him, as he approaches Gwynne. Reaching out his hand, he sends his backhand towards her. Not caring wether she tries to get out of the way or not, Darz is prepared to give her a lesson in the Source. He has only one simple question as his hand comes at Gwynne. Darz wouldn't take that behavior from anybody, and he won't treat this girl any differnetly.
~What were you thinking?!~ Kudos Das Denath gapped in horror. Forcing himself to take a breath he turned to face Gwynne, a pleading yet uncertain expression on his face. "Please...please tell me you didn't just do what I think you did." He swallowed hard, the world once more having fallen out from beneath his feet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 1:45 am
Gwynne's situationd does not dissolve Darz's anger. The fact that she can't even face up to facts only serves to fuel the fire -- those being nobody but Chalinda knows what happened to cause her to become a Friend of the Dark. Albeit, he does have a logical mind, and he is able to keep track of everything that is happening. Gwynne is as inexperiance as he had guaged, and she hasn't learnt to surrender to saidar. The torrent of wind, now swirling as a near tornado using Darz and Gwynne as the eye, reaches high into the sky and seems to only increase in power. Chalinda's maddening laughter and Gwynne's reaction lead to only a few conclussions. They are related; that much he can tell. Gwynne doesn't seem to believe Chalinda would willingly serve the vile one Darz has grown to hate. He reaches out his hands to grasp her shoulders and pull her up. He doesn't need to hear her words to know the sisterly link, but he knows he'd rather kill Ar'lania than allow her to fall to the same dark will.
Are you mad? She was better off dead! You...YOU SHEILDED ME FROM THE SOURCE!
Darz doesn't even bother to hide his anger. Gwynne's reaction was illogical, to him. Though he'd broken the shield rather handily, the fact still stands that he had been seperated long enough to allow Chalinda to escape. Darz is tempted to tell her more of appropriate punishment, but he'd rather not let his anger reign too much. Yes...he's mad, but he's still controlled. He attempts to look into Gwynne's eyes, as he manages to grab her and pull her up to a better position, to search them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 1:57 am
Darz Gwynne's situationd does not dissolve Darz's anger. The fact that she can't even face up to facts only serves to fuel the fire -- those being nobody but Chalinda knows what happened to cause her to become a Friend of the Dark. Albeit, he does have a logical mind, and he is able to keep track of everything that is happening. Gwynne is as inexperiance as he had guaged, and she hasn't learnt to surrender to saidar. The torrent of wind, now swirling as a near tornado using Darz and Gwynne as the eye, reaches high into the sky and seems to only increase in power. Chalinda's maddening laughter and Gwynne's reaction lead to only a few conclussions. They are related; that much he can tell. Gwynne doesn't seem to believe Chalinda would willingly serve the vile one Darz has grown to hate. He reaches out his hands to grasp her shoulders and pull her up. He doesn't need to hear her words to know the sisterly link, but he knows he'd rather kill Ar'lania than allow her to fall to the same dark will.
Are you mad? She was better off dead! You...YOU SHEILDED ME FROM THE SOURCE!
Darz doesn't even bother to hide his anger. Gwynne's reaction was illogical, to him. Though he'd broken the shield rather handily, the fact still stands that he had been seperated long enough to allow Chalinda to escape. Darz is tempted to tell her more of appropriate punishment, but he'd rather not let his anger reign too much. Yes...he's mad, but he's still controlled. He attempts to look into Gwynne's eyes, as he manages to grab her and pull her up to a better position, to search them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 2:07 am
The torrent of wind errupts into a full cloud of dust. No matter what words are spoken, the howling winds outside the eye of the storm in which Darz and Gwynne stand will not allow them to pass. Darz finally allows the anger in him to pass, and it gives way to naught but sorrow and the desire to comfort. He hasn't released saidin, yet, so it might seem his emotional state would remain the same. However, Darz is different from the male channelers of this day and age. He could control himself much better. Embracing Gwynne and petting her hair, he attempts to calm her with slight "shushing" noises.
We'll set her free... We'll have to do...whatever it takes...
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 2:30 am
A fierce wind storm seemed to encircle Draz and Gwynne causing Denath to back away from the pair, tiny rocks and pieces of earth stinging any bit of exposed flesh.
For a moment his own anger vanished. Having seen the anger in the other man's eye Denath was worried Draz might harm the wilder, or worse. "DRAZ!" he tired to call above the raging winds, barely able to hear his own voice. "WHATEVER SHE DID WE NEED TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING NOZRIN BACK BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!"
He doubted Draz had heard him, his heart twisting even more painfully than it already was. Light, how are we going to get him back...
OOC: Alright, I'm off, I'll see you all on the 24th (Try not to get Denath killed xp )
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 4:50 am
Darz The torrent of wind errupts into a full cloud of dust. No matter what words are spoken, the howling winds outside the eye of the storm in which Darz and Gwynne stand will not allow them to pass. Darz finally allows the anger in him to pass, and it gives way to naught but sorrow and the desire to comfort. He hasn't released saidin, yet, so it might seem his emotional state would remain the same. However, Darz is different from the male channelers of this day and age. He could control himself much better. Embracing Gwynne and petting her hair, he attempts to calm her with slight "shushing" noises.
We'll set her free... We'll have to do...whatever it takes...
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 7:21 am
(ooc) i go to work for 12 hours and this is what i get? blood and bloody ashes oh and dont worry denath ill take care of your character for ya)
Jazral was utterly surprised as a women steped infront of them as he was makeing his way back to Nim. Suddely a blinding flash hit them all and they were..somewhere...he wasnt sure were they were but his Aes Sedai wasnt there. He could sence her...but it was like a strange fog surrounded the bond. He could still sence her, although it was like she was very far away, and he could not tell what direction, nore sence any of the other things the bond normaly allowes, all he could sence at least was she was there.....somewhere. Jazrals sword was in hand only momenets befor denath. He bolted at the women. Who had, only seconds befor annouced herself as....light Gwynnes sister. Blood and bloody ashes. He charged the women full force . His sword tucked in beside his left side as he ran. Seconds befor he reached her, a gateway opened infront of him, he skidded to a stop narrowly missing the edge of the gateway, a small lock of his hair floated to the ground as a lightning bolt hit the ground infront of him where Chalinda had been standing
"Blood and bloody ashes" Jazral said as a torrent whiped up around Gwynne and Darz. His hood blew off and his long white hair flapped in the wind. He was not sure if it was Darz of Gwynne channeling but Gwynne seemed in no condition to even hold the source, let allone channel as she crumpled to the ground and darz nelt down to hold her. "WHATEVER SHE DID WE NEED TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING NOZRIN BACK BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!" Jazral winced alittle as denath yelled into the winds. the man was standing almost right next to him as they tryed to reach the pair "Not so loud Denath...as for finding Nozrin...I doubt we shall... As far as I know, there is no way to trace a gateway. He may be lost...If we cannot do something soon...we should consider trying to find a way back to the others:
Suddenly Jazral heard her cry out, even with his hearing it was muttered over the wind. He saw Darz get knocked back about 10 feet, Gwynne had tossed him like a rag doll with the one power, she suddenly collapsed and the effects of her channeling subsided, Jazral rushed to Darz helping the man to his feet. Jazral looked around as things calmed alittle....light he knew this place...he looked to the distance and about 10 minutes out, there stood tear "....what in the lights name...." looking back he could see the portal stone just over the distance
"Blood and bloody Ashes, Stay here. Jazral grabbed Nim and bolted at a full Gallop towards the portal stone. He reached it only to find the rest of their group was nowhere to be found After makeing a search near around and the stone, he could find nothing, not even a scent beond where they had come from, and were they were standing at the time..they were just gone... Solumly he returned to the others..." He have another problem...the otheres..theyre gone too... Blood and BLoody Ashes we need to find then...I know theyre alive though....I can sence Selene"
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 6:11 pm
(( stare Can you not read? Kishou may have taken liberties in saying she threw Darz back, but she said nothing of Darz falling and being flayed like a rag doll. Besides that, Darz hasn't released saidin, so the winds would still be thrashing about, though under his control, kicking up a pretty nasty tornado-like effect. One can be thrown back without falling. stressed I'd prefer words not be stuffed in my mouth!))
Not needing any of Nim's aid as he hadn't been blasted to the ground, Darz releases saidin before anybody is hurt for walking towards a wall of wind and debris. The tornado-like weave flutters and crashes, spreading in multiple directions. Whoever Nozrin was doesn't matter to Darz. He could have done something about stopping or tracking that gateway in Gwynne hadn't of interfered. Why did she interfere to stop him?! It is better to die than serve that...fiend.
If you care for this "Nozrin", give me time to deal with this...child.
Darz's anger shows in his statement. Gwynne's being rash and, as stated, childish. She's not thinking things through. The calm he'd managed to collect has, partially, disipated. Darz also wants nothing of interferance from Nim or Denath. He'd weave another Illusion if he has to, but he'd prefer not to. Walking over to sit next to Gwynne, Darz rubs her shoulder in a caring, almost brotherly, manner.
Have you forgotten, already? ~I had a sister. Ar'lania was slain by the Dreadlord Immorys. You're being selfish, and a part of you knows it.~
Darz still hasn't, quite, realized that how one looks in the Third Age does not reflect the how one would look in the Age of Legends. Darz looks far younger than he is, but Gwynne looks far older than she is to he. To him, she could easily be somewhere in her sixties. He has no idea she is, truely, only seventeen. Darz is speaking from his experiance.
~I can teach you nothing of saidar, but I can tell you much of battle. Things have changed; things never change.~
What Darz speaks is an old adage. It, basically, means that no matter how much things seem to change they also remain the same. The same saidin that Darz channeled so long ago is still here, in Gwynne's present. He could feel no difference in tapping the Source. Though, admitibly, his anger is waining, he still knows discipline is in order. Heaving a sigh, he prepares a threat he'd give his students.
~You ever attempt to sheild me, again, and you will find out what it's like to be unable to touch the Source.~
Darz refers to using saidin to shield, not sever, Gwynne from saidar. It's a simple measure to teach a student how to use and target their weaves. Darz's speech seems a rollercoaster of emotions, but he's being calcultive in his approaching means to an end. Gwynne needs discipline in some form as allowing despair to rule over her will only lead to her, eventual, self-deterioration.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 7:36 pm
Darz Have you forgotten, already? ~I had a sister. Ar'lania was slain by the Dreadlord Immorys. You're being selfish, and a part of you knows it.~
Darz still hasn't, quite, realized that how one looks in the Third Age does not reflect the how one would look in the Age of Legends. Darz looks far younger than he is, but Gwynne looks far older than she is to he. To him, she could easily be somewhere in her sixties. He has no idea she is, truely, only seventeen. Darz is speaking from his experiance.
~I can teach you nothing of saidar, but I can tell you much of battle. Things have changed; things never change.~
What Darz speaks is an old adage. It, basically, means that no matter how much things seem to change they also remain the same. The same saidin that Darz channeled so long ago is still here, in Gwynne's present. He could feel no difference in tapping the Source. Though, admitibly, his anger is waining, he still knows discipline is in order. Heaving a sigh, he prepares a threat he'd give his students.
~You ever attempt to sheild me, again, and you will find out what it's like to be unable to touch the Source.~
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