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The [NPC]s of WoT Guild

Responsible for all Non Playable Characters that pertain directly to the storyline. They are vital for plotline information by offering advice, hints, and general knowledge. They act as guides. Nothing more, nothing less. These characters will vary from chapter to chapter and will be listed below as they are created. While anyone can talk to the NPC, the NPC will take no direct action in the story.

As a general rule, you can not influence an NPC with the Power or by brute force. Should an NPC die, the knowledge dies with that character. It is important to treat these character with respect. These rules are subject to alteration and addition without notice.

• Anything with Italicized black font is a generic NPC. They hold no major part in the story. Consider these participants to be common folk indistinguishable from any other. What one tells you will most likely be what another tells you. Rumors are their forte.
  
• Lord Doscher of House Ridden of Shol Garela. (Borderland)
  

Chalinda (Tear)[

Asha'man Patrai Norn (Stedding Shain)

Traitor Asha'man Maersk(Stedding Shain)

• Asha'man Sagara(Stedding Shain)
  
• Asha'man Gist(Stedding Shain)
  
• Traitor Asha'man Jert(Stedding Shain)
  
• Bartrip the Farmer(Green Valley)
  
• Joisef the Miller(Green Valley)
  

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Controlled by Liana
Name: Fakali Mase?al Doberler
Age/Gender: 28 Male
Height: 5?9?
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Shoulder length, black
Distinguishing Features: None
Character Type: Asha?man, Warder
Skills/Talents: Expert Swordsman, recently unveiling a proficiency in the Martial Arts. Talents in the Power are more suited for Fire and Air, though recently he had begun to utilize more Spirit based weaves, in an attempt to strengthen his abilities in it.
Relation to Other Character(s): Warder to Liana Sedai
Item(s) Used/Carried & What They Do: Bird shaped angreal, Asha?man pins
History : No one would be able to tell by Doberler?s appearance that he was raised into a Noble House. Asha?man blacks had that effect. However? truth be told he was. It was a small House, yet still wealthy enough to allow for an uneventful existence.

At a young age, he had shown an interest in the sword, beginning a rigorous training regimen starting at the age of 9. It was through this training that he learned to channel his emotions, keeping reign on them that most Domani would never be able to achieve.

At age 15, he learned to track. He was never any good with a bow and thus would never call himself a hunter. But he could track almost anything, later in life taking the occasional bounty and bringing a wayward criminal to justice.
In fact, by age 18 he had effectively put himself out of work. It turns out, the underworld in Arad Doman had its own sense of loyalty bred within it. Any who recognized him would refuse to sit with him, let alone have a conversation. Thus at age 19, he resigned to simply practicing the sword, returning to the rigorous training regimen he had utilized as a child.

At age 20, He met a woman that would change his life. One night in Arad Doman, he met Liana Deistar, An Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah. They met in a library in Bandar Eban, growing rather close over a month or so. One day however, the pair were making their way through the market when the knife of a man that Doberler had caught found its way into his back. The man got away, and Doberler lost consciousness, waking several days later to find a sleeping Aes Sedai in his room.
She explained what happened to him, and what she?d had to do to keep him alive. He skill with healing was minimal, thus while the wound had healed, he remained on the edge of death. She did what she could, but his condition worsened. There was only one thing she could do to help? So she bonded him.

After he healed, they traveled to the White Tower, where he began his training as a Warder, earning the cloak and sword quicker than most, a trait due primarily to his previous training. During his time at the White Tower, the two continued to grow closer, eventually falling in love.

When he was 22, he was on White Tower business in Caemlyn. While practicing his sword forms, he was approached by a man wearing Asha?man blacks. The man identified himself as a Soldier serving under Mazrim Taim, M?Hael of the Black Tower. He explained how they tested for the ability to channel, How they create a flame with the Power and have the potential concentrate on it. He explained that after about 15 minutes or so that the tester would feel a resonance coming from the potential and that he felt something similar coming from Doberler.

From there he was sent to the Black Tower, and donned the Asha?man Blacks, learning to control his newfound gift. After two years, he learned enough to earn the rank of Dedicated, which allowed him the freedom to return to his Aes Sedai. Later earning the rank of Asha?man at Dumai?s Wells.

His abilities were kept secret from the Aes Sedai of the White Tower until the day the taint was cleansed. That was the day he wore his pins in the Tower. That was also the day that his relationship with Liana started to go downhill? or perhaps that it was merely the day that he noticed?

Controlled by Kai Karasurei
Name: Kai Karasurei
Age/Gender: 18 year old Male
Character Type: Half-Aiel Martial Artist (Aiel)
Skills/Talents [List weapon skills/carried]: Martial Artist, Herbalist, Healer, Infiltrator, Cook, Weapons:Tebokken (long-sword), Kusari-gama (blade and chain), Chopsticks/unarmed
Relation to Other Character(s) [If Any]: Jerk-faced Wool-headed Baffoon to everyone. (His excuse is that he is the “voice of reason”
Item(s) Used/Carried & What They Do [If Any]: Studded Leather, 4 high collar robes (black, white, green, flames), Back-pack (in back pack=*), rope and grapple*, cloak*, pots and ladles*, bedroll*, flint and steel*, 2 bokadoh (wooden swords), 1 book “the Complete Documentation of the Travel Notes of Kentico Oshie the Infamous World Traveler” and •herbs•, The crescent moon pendant: Kai carries a delicate looking Crescent Moon that hangs on a thread of fine, delicate chain in the middle of his forehead. The origins of this angreal hail to the Trolloc wars where a mysterious red headed barbarian appeared along side the Aes Sedai. She carried with her a spear and seemed to be filled with rage and anger that clouded her abilities both in combat and dreamwalking. As a gift for the services in battle, she was given a Crescent Moon angreal to not only allow her accessing Tel'aran'rhiod, but actually channel her emotional rage into weaves of air and water to bring the temperature down around her. This served to improve her mental stability by allowing her to focus on something physical. It works with all emotion, but is made to channel anger. Kai found it in a chest in a ghost town.
History [Family background, travels, any relevant information that has had any impact on character growth and development up to this point]: Kai’s life was never easy, to say the least. Everyone comes with issues and problems, but Kai’s are somewhat unique, which makes it all the harder knowing he is the one and only to suffer the pain he does. He is the child of a love affair between two enemies. As the last stragglers of the Aiel Wars made their way back into their territory, skirmishes still flared between weary wet-lander regiments and the hot-blooded Aiel. In one particularly secluded pass, a newly christened war veteran came across a curious young maiden of the spear. Both were new to the appeal of the sexes and the result was Kai. After avoiding patrols on both sides, the babe was born and the maiden returned to her world and the soldier to his, albeit with a new baby. Having been disbanded, the regiment took off for home, the soldier heading on his own with his child in his arms. Knowing that he was no man to raise a child, he happened upon a wise monk. He begged the old man to take the baby and give it to a deserving family. The old man accepted, but as the years went on, he took the boy as his own to teach him the ways of a dead fighting technique. Their tribe was semi-nomadic, traveling from one hunting ground to a summer agricultural camp just north of Baerlon. The monk and his students were sworn to defend the tribe’s people at any time that danger was eminent. The boy took to it like a bird to air, the forms coming to him almost naturally.

Unfortunately, this gift was not without its balance. Kai never approached any other human being on the same level. He was incredibly reclusive and single minded. He also had a temper that fell back too quickly on the stances he had mastered. Without restraint, the techniques and abilities he had memorized would be far beyond his reach. Frustrated with the problem at hand, Kai tried to reach out. Even at a tender age, he felt a connection with one girl above all. Messani…the daughter of one of the most influential figures in town. However, this relationship was folly.

While plotting to kill the mayor and take over himself, Messani’s father accidentally let slip in front of Kai, a sworn defender of the town. The man, a dark friend, used his own daughter to try and kill Kai. The boy was too smart, and realized the girl was against him. He took the necessary precautions that ended in his capture, the monk dead, and Messani poisoned with her own death dealing chemical. Kai was put on trial and banished by the dark friend and his family, but Kai grew angry. He broke free and massacred Messani’s family. He banished the entire village from the place and burned what was left to the ground. He buried his mentor and Messani before leaving the fields of his home with no thought of returning.

Having wandered far, Kai met up with Cha Faile. He learned from Faile to infiltrate the enemy and retrieve information or remove certain officials. By this time, Kai’s innocence had been completely removed. In the woods, meeting with Faile, the Shaido attacked. Faile ordered him to flee and he did so right into the middle of a Trolloc besieged town. Unable to get help or leave town, Kai backed away and relinquished the last strands of hope. That’s when he noticed the group of channeleres who whipped the town into a fighting force. He partook in the battle, protecting the women and children. Afterwards, he deceived Selene and Tarma after helping them escape from a possible murder attempt. After learning that Selene was a Aes Sedai, and much scuffle between his new found companions, his plans to leave the group fell apart. Whether some honour had rubbed of on him from Cha Faile, or he was just starved for companionship, no one would know. Kai would never admit to either. But he stayed…

And perhaps, that was for the best.

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Controlled by elfmoogle
Name: Nikoru. She had a last name at one point, but the Seanchan took that from her.
Age/Gender : As an Aes Sedai, she has the typical ageless appearance, but her approximate age is 34.
Height: 5?6?
Weight: 130
Hair/eye color: Hair is a dark blue/black. She keeps it in many tiny braids with beads at the ends, the last real part of her culture she adheres to. Her original eye color was an intense green. However, since discovering her association with the wolves, her eyes have gradually become a yellow-gold color, reflecting any light shone on them in the night.
Style of dress: Nikoru prefers sensible clothes to the normal clingy, show-too-much-skin type common to her Ajah.
Character Type: Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah/Wolfkin
Skills/Talents: Has a real skill for getting into situations she shouldn?t be in. Other than that, she is a fairly adept user of the One Power. Her strength lies in Spirit, Fire, and Water. She has some troubles with Air and Earth, although she can use them for what she needs when she needs to. Just don?t bug her afterward, as she may be a bit weak, and therefore bloody cranky. She also had the ability to communicate with wolves, a newly discovered ability that still takes her by surprise at times, though she?s grown used to it.
Relation to Other Character(s): Bonded to Markus Draezon
Item(s) Used/Carried & What They Do: Her cloak made when in the village Nanako came from. Also, a saddle bag, containing Markus? stash of potatos?, a spoon for digging? and an angreal from the time Markus went to kill Adeline..or what had once been Adeline.
History:Of her childhood, Nikoru remembers little. Her memory, for the most part, begins with her first encounter with the Seanchan. She had been on a mission for the White Tower, with several Blue and Yellow Sisters. The Seanchan came. Their insect like helmets, their damane and sul?dam. The Aes Sedai never knew what hit them, and soon all of them were captured, leashed, and stripped of any feeling of self. It was then she lost her name. It was then she learned to fear, truly fear. The Sul?dam who held her leash called her Nikoru, and once she escaped, that was the only name she knew, so it was the one she went by. It was a cruel time. She was beaten, screamed at, the Power was used on her constantly and she grew to fear the time when someone would come for her leash. She forgot, for a time, what it was to be Aes Sedai. She only knew each day, each moment of torture, of being an object, a tool, for the Seanchan.

After she escaped, she went back to the White Tower, reclaiming her status as a Sister of the Greens. Of the others who were captured, she heard nothing. She hoped they had died early, or escaped. Nikoru wouldn?t wish the pain and suffering of being damane on anyone, save perhaps the Black Ajah. With her status reinstated, she was once again an active member on missions for the White Tower. During her time there, she had made the aquaintance of Adeline of the Blue Ajah. They grew to be what could be called friends, though they saw little of each other. The life of an Aes Sedai during the time of the Dragon was a busy one. Times were changing, and there came to be new politics at the White Tower. Nikoru ended up finding herself swaying more to the ideals of Egwene Sedai. So she was basically an outcast of the White Tower, though she rarely if ever mentions her allegiance to anyone.

One of her missions left her separated from her group, and after some weeks of traveling alone, she gave up hope of finding them again. This wasn?t a problem in itself..she could easily find news of their location later. However, something strange was happening. She was seeing creatures following her in the darkness. Her eyes seemed to grow sharper. She begun to hear voices, soft, insistent, in her mind. They spoke of trees, of the hunt, of wild things. It terrified her. She set her horse into a gallop, her eyes wide with fright, and stumbled upon the camp of Aorn and his group. They discovered that she was wolfkin, and this news shocked her. Was that not something connected with men? Something rare? How did she have it? But she did not question, a calm came upon her from the wolves, and she accepted. Slowly, she learned to trust and admire her brothers and sisters of the animal world. They did not try to influence her, only warn her and comfort her when she was in need.

For a long time, she traveled thus with Aorn?s band. One day, a man by the name of Markus Draezon came into their midst. He was interesting to her, a curiosity. When she learned that he had once been bonded to Adeline Sedai, and that she was dead, she felt a small mourning for her lost Sister, but an intense desire to learn more about the man who had been Warder to her, and survived her death. Eventually, she convinced him to let her bond him, and he became her Warder. Even to this day, he remains a mystery to her, for he changes every day, and something different lingers about him that she cannot put her finger on.

A time later, after many adventures with Aorn and his group, and separating to go with Markus on his own quest, Nikoru was once again captured by the Seanchan. Once was bad enough, but twice caused her to lose all hope. It was too hard, too desperate to think that she could escape a second time. Her life was forfeit. Not typically the type of woman to give up, Nikoru simply did not want to think any longer. So when she was rescued, her shock was clear, but she was extremely thankful to her rescuers. Gradually, she is returning to herself, though the healing process will take time, and it is time she may not have.

Character Bio: Jazral Ta’al
Male/Age: 29, Age has never been of much importance to Jazral; time lost a little meaning to him while in the woods, but as near as Selene Sedai figures he’s in his early 30’s
Character Type: Wolfkin/Warder to Selene Sedai
Skills/Talents: Jazral is a highly skilled warrior. Being on the pointed end of his blade is usually a bad idea, there are few other warders trained at the White Towers that could best him. His weapon of choice is a finely crafted Scimitar given to him by the White Tower when he became a warder. As Wolfkin, his senses of smell, eyesight, and hearing are much betting than other humans, which makes him an excellent tracker. Also, his ability to sense emotion makes him a good person to come to for advice, as well as a walking lie detector. Jazral is quick to anger and tends to be a little closer to wolf than man; this can be an asset, as it gives Jazral the ability to become a nearly unstoppable killing mechine. This is also one of his greatest weaknesses, as at that point most if not all Jazral’s other emotions and logic go out the window. He is intensely loyal to those he calls friends, usually putting their needs before his own.
Relation to Other Character(s): As Warder to Selene Sedai, her needs and safety have always come first for Jazral, although since meeting Aorn he has come to regard him as a good friend, and would follow him as he would follow orders from the White Tower. As for the rest of party he and Selene are currently traveling with, he has come to respect all of then, and has found a place where his wolfkin abilities and appearance do not startle, frighten anybody or bring fear. There is only one person in the group he does not trust and is constantly keeping an eye on: Kai Karasurei, a Half-Aiel spy for Cha Faile. The wolves are among Jazral’s closest friends and next to Selene, he trusts them more then anyone.
Item(s): Jazral only carries items necessary to his survival: his clothes, a color-shifting cloak, and a cloak made by the inhabitants of a town they had saved from Kharn and a Trolloc army. The latter cloak has an intricate pattern of thorns running up its edges. He also carries his armor, which is somewhat rare, and light enough to fit under his traveling cloths; he wears it most of the time. There is also his scimitar, a quarterstaff, and food, usually meat. The only other items he has are two small crystals that were entrusted to his care until such time as they could be properly studied, in a safe environment. These crystals are all that remain of Kharn/Malice and were embedded in his hands.
History/Appearance: Jazral is a fairly tall and well-built man; he stands about 5 feet, 11 inches tall, and weighs about 200 pounds. His facial features are no different than those of any Tairen. The two things that stand out most about Jazral’s appearance are his bright golden eyes and long white hair. It is not a white that comes with old age, but one akin to that of a winterwolf. Jazral has a significantly more hair then most men, but remains surprisingly clean-shaven. His ears are slightly more pointed then most, as well. Jazral’s clothing usually consists of practical attire for traveling and combat, though he does have his share of finer clothing, which he carries on the off chance that he has to visit a city for more then a day or two. This is something Jazral tries to avoid; the wolf in him hates the smell of the cities and he cannot stand being in a large city for extended periods of time.

(Blood and bloody ashes its history time… here we go.)

Jazral was born on the outskirts of Tear, in what many would call the slums, where he grew up with a family that was not far from poor. He was always the black sheep of the family, which consisted of his parents, Kalan and Kenra Ta’al, and a younger sister Conventina. As a child he was always getting into trouble with other children and their parents. At the age of 7, Kalan lost his job at the local tavern where he worked as a musician and bartender, due to a lack of business at the place. This put a great deal of stress on Jazral’s family, as they struggled to get by with the little money Kenra made as a barmaid. Jazral, while not really fitting in, tried his best to keep his family safe and healthy by resorting to thievery and pick-pocketing in the wealthier districts of the city. He became pretty good at it after a few years. Jazral managed to keep his life a secret from his parents, telling them he’d found a job at an shoemaker’s store. For some reason or another, which Jazral never understood, they never really bothered to visit his “work” or check in on him, as most parents would. In truth they really didn’t care where he got the money from, just that he got it, and they never really respected him as much as they should have. As a way to pass time, he spent hours upon hours on his roof and the roofs of other houses in the area, looking out over the city towards the wilderness, ocean, or the great Stone of Tear. Conventina was the only one of his family that ever really respected him as a person; she treated him as a sister should. She was really the only friend he had as a child. They spent a great deal of time on the roof together watching the birds and whatever was going on in the city at the time. At the age of 10, when Jazral began puberty as all children do, his eyes shifted from an odd shade of green to a bright golden yellow. Naturally, this confused and disturbed his parents to no small extent, but it wasn’t until his hair turned pure white that his parents really started to become concerned. Jazral was equally confused by what was happening to him. He began to dream of wolves and of hunting with them. A few months after the dreams started to manifest, his teeth became fangs, and his ears pointed. Naturally Jazral tried to hide this from his family, but that didn’t last long. As soon as they discovered it, they became angry, for lack of a better word. They called him a Darkfriend and cursed him for not worshiping the Light, and chased him out of the house. Scared and crying, Jazral ran as fast as he could from the city, towards the woodlands, pursued by his parents and neighbors who wanted to bring him to the local law enforcement or the Children of the Light. Jazral didn’t really know what would happen if they caught up with him, nor did he want to find out, so he kept running. After a few days of running deeper into the forest, Jazral collapsed on the forest floor from exhaustion, no longer able to run. Luckily, he had lost the mob chasing him upon entering the forest. When he awoke that evening, his first sight was the face of a wolf. Strangely enough, Jazral felt a kinship with the creature, and looking around, he discovered there was an entire pack of wolves looking over him. He didn’t feel fear, though surely he should have in that situation, and to his surprise they spoke to him in his mind, using a strange, broken Common that consisted more of thoughts and ideas than words. They told him he would be safe with them. As the years passed, Jazral’s other wolfkin abilities manifested themselves, and he mastered all of them, at the loss of his humanity. Jazral became more wolf then man, hunting with his pack and even forgetting he was human. He completely dove into the bestial rage inside him, perhaps as a way of coping with, or escaping, the abandonment of his family, including his sister whom he had trusted more then anyone else. The concept of time, other then day and night, lost all meaning to Jazral; wolves have no calendar or need of keeping time. Even he doesn’t remember how many years passed while he was living in the forest with the wolves as a wolf, even eating the raw meat of fresh kills. For almost six years, Jazral lived with the wolves, his humanity slipping farther and farther away; he even forgot most of his memories of life in Tear. Until one day somewhere in the forests between Tear and Aringill, on the northern edges of the Haddon Mirk, Jazral came across a young girl with green eyes and dark strawberry blond hair. Jazral was somewhat confused by this, as it had been a long time since he had seen anybody, let alone a girl. The girl was just as surprised, and far more frightened, partly because after almost six years living with the wolves, clothes had become something of a burden to Jazral; he certainly didn’t need them around wolves. She was already shaking like a leaf, and smelled of fear, a scent that became even stronger when the other four wolves of his pack came into sight. He was about to go for the kill, as their pack had not eaten in a while and he was hungry when she suddenly collapsed in a heap on the ground. Jazral was about to confirm she was dead when the wolves stopped him. They explained what she was and that he shouldn’t kill her. After all, she was only a little human. Jazral knelt down next to the girl and looked at her curiously. To Jazral’s surprise, his memories flashed back to a day long ago on the rooftops with his… sister? But it wasn’t his sister in the flashback, it was a wolf...? He wasn’t sure about anything anymore. He knew he wasn’t a wolf, but he wasn’t a human either. The wolves called him “One Who Runs With Two Legs”, but what was he? After a few minutes of deep thought, one of the wolves poked him in the back with her muzzle and Jazral jumped, startled. He had completely dazed out. Jazral looked down at the girl, and poked her. She awoke with a start and clambered over the ground, away from Jazral.
“Won’t hurt,” Jazral said. Spoken words? He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d used words; he had become completely used to the wolves tongue. The girl didn’t stop, still backing away. Jazral growled instinctively, and she froze in fear. The smell of fear on her was nearly thick enough to choke him. “Who are you? Why are there wolves with you?” the girl asked, in a shaky voice. Jazral looked at the girl strangely and cocked his head.
Jazral fumbled with his tongue, trying to translate familiar wolf speak into the now foreign Common. “One Who Runs With Two Legs? Wolves, pack. No hurt.” In some way or another the girl understood; she still smelled of fear but it had lessened, and he smelled something else. Curiosity?
“My name is Selene Cisatro.”
“Strange,” Jazral replied. “Follow, pack need hunt food.” Jazral got up and started walking away from the small clearing they were in. The wolves had already taken off after some prey in the area. This place was think with game, yet they had not made a kill in a few days.
“You’re... you’re looking for food?“ Selene said, running after Jazral “I have some in my pack... I could give you... some.” She pulled out a small amount of cured meat and handed it to Jazral, who took it curiously and sniffed it a few times, then popped it into his mouth.
“Strange.”
A short while later, Jazral’s pack returned, with fresh kill. They dragged the deer carcass next to a large tree and started tearing at it. Jazral joined them, tearing at the flesh with his fangs and wolfing down large chunks of meat. After eating his fill he looked back to where Selene had been standing to find she was kneeling down collecting sticks and stones. Curious, Jazral tore a chunk of meet out of the deer for her and walked over, dropping it on the ground. For a reason Jazral could not understand, this act horrified Selene. She piled the stones in a circle, added the sticks to the center, and took something out of her pocket, putting it to the sticks. Within a few seconds fire leapt from the sticks. Jazral took a step back.
“No no, it’s ok. See, it’s for cooking,” Selene said, as she took the meat and put it over the flames. Jazral sat down on his haunches and watched curiously. Selene kept her distance from him; it was obvious that the blood covering Jazral’s face, lips, and scraggly shoulder length snow white hair scared her. Selene kept her distance from him for awhile after that, not really saying anything As the meat cooked, the wolves finished picking the carcass clean and began to settle down for a nap, The sun wasn’t far from setting and it was growing darker. After a long silence, Jazral finally spoke. “Reason deer in fire?”
“To cook it silly, so you can eat it. It’s called venison.” Selene fell silent and took the meat out of the fire with a stick, and began to eat it as properly as she could. She wanted to put on a good impression for Jazral; this young man needed to learn some manners. After Selene finished eating, Jazral began to clean the blood out of his hair. He watched curiously as Selene sat by the fire, keeping a good distance between them. As night set in, the wolves began to drift off to sleep or lay around relaxing. Selene still sat there, wrapped tightly in heavy blankets. Jazral decided to curl up in a small clearing next to a tree.
Selene looked at Jazral. Blushing, she asked, “Where are you from?”
Looking at her, Jazral cocked his head again “From?” Jazral fumbled with the word. “Forest,” he answered.
“No no. Where were you born?”
Jazral looked at her with his bright golden eyes and thought to himself, scratching his ears as he considered. Where was he from? Finally, at a loss for words, he said, “Place where Two Legs walk.”
Selene gave up for the time being, as she could clearly see this man didn’t really grasp what she was talking about. But she would find out who he was. “Could you take me to the place where... two legs walk? I need to get somewhere.”
“Wolves stay in forest, away from Two Legs. Sleep now, need rest for daylight.” Jazral made himself comfortable and drifted off to sleep. Selene, however, didn’t drift off to sleep so easily; she sat there huddled up in a heavy blanket, next to a dimming fire. The fact that there were four wolves and a man who thought he was a wolf sleeping around her made her more than a little uneasy. That the man was naked didn’t help much ether. She thought of running, but she had no idea where she was. At least the wolves knew where to go; it was just a matter of convincing the man to take her to a road, or something, and she could find her way to the White Tower from there. After a while, Selene finally managed to drift off to sleep, more from exhaustion than anything else. She had been traveling for the Light knew how long, lost in this forest.

Selene awoke early, only find that the wolves were still relaxing around her “camp.” She immediately went over to her pack and pulled out a small bit of food; she had to conserve what little she had left, since she couldn’t count on these wolves or that man to provide any food for her. Hopefully she could convince him to show her to a road, but first he needed some clothes. She rummaged through her pack and found a spare pair of breeches she could give him. She walked over to Jazral and tossed the breeches at him. “Here, please put these on. See, like I wear them.” She pulled at her breeches, trying to show him how to put them on. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jazral managed to catch on.
Jazral then asked the question Selene had hoped he wouldn’t ask, which was why he needed these “breeches” at all. Selene blushed deeply and just told him to trust her, and to keep them on. Jazral picked at them; they felt strange, yet oddly familiar... he wasn’t sure why.
In the days that followed, Jazral and his pack continued their routine of hunting and surviving, the quintessential life of wolf-kind. They were on the move North, through the Haddon Mirk, and Selene continued to tag along with them. She had nowhere else to go and was still rather curious about this man who lived with wolves. She spoke to him as much as possible, hoping that he’d begin to remember Common again and be able to speak to her properly. For the most part, it was working. He still had no idea where he was from, although if she had had to guess, she would have said he was from somewhere in Tear, maybe even Tear itself. Though he looked nothing like any Tairen she had ever seen, his accent in Common matched. The wolf pack put Jazral in charge of keeping an eye on the girl, as she wouldn’t go anywhere near any of the them and had no interest in running with the pack. It was been a few days after meeting Jazral that Selene experienced her first dizzy spell while with the pack. When she lost her balance and collapsed on the forest floor, Jazral didn’t understand what was going on, only that something was wrong. But Selene was fine after a few moments and insisted she only needed rest. Jazral let her rest, and sat underneath a tree watching her. Just then, another flashback hit him; this time it was of his... family, sitting around a table eating dinner. Jazral was confused by this, as he did not remember it happening, but it seemed familiar somehow. Jazral shook it off and continued watching Selene as the pack hunted.

Over the next year, Selene continued to travel with the wolves. Although for the first few months she stayed far away from them as possible, after a while she got used to having them around, and accepted them as just any other dog. She and Jazral continued to speak, and after six months Jazral’s Common was as good as anybody’s. But his memories were another matter. While he had some of his memories back, it was more of a dream to him than anything else, and there were some parts he still couldn’t remember. Like his parents chasing him out of the city, probably because it was such a traumatic experience that his mind had blocked it out. He also learned about Selene, her past and why she was going to the White tower, something he remembered hearing something about as a child. He still insisted that Selene stay with the pack, and not go anywhere near humans. Despite his recovered ability to speak Common, Jazral was still a wolf at heart; he still hunted with the pack and thought like a wolf. He had developed a taste for Selene’s cooked meat, though mainly because she refused to let him eat raw flesh anymore Even the wolves had all tried the cooked meat, although Selene rarely ate it herself now. She was becoming sicker; she would pass out every so often, and constantly complained about her head hurting. Jazral tried to do what he could for her, but he didn’t know much of human medicine. He certainly knew nothing of what Selene was suffering from. He could make a good splint; that was about it. He had broken his leg more then once in six years. By the time another four months had passed, Selene had become deathly ill. She barely ever ate, and not even Jazral could manage to feed her. She was always pale, and spent most of the day either sleeping or lying against trees. When the pack was on the move, Jazral usually had to carry her. By this time, Jazral had regained all of his memories, even if they were a little hazy, and unimportant to his life as a wolf. Selene smiled as Jazral told her his human name for the first time. He was glad to see it; he hadn’t seen her smile in a long while. At this point, Jazral decided he needed to take her to somewhere with humans. The White Tower was as good a place as any; the only problem was that he had no idea where the Tower was. Luckily, Selene did. Against her strong protests, Jazral decided to take her there. He told the wolves what he had to do, and they agreed. They followed the two humans as far as the very northeastern edge of the Haddon Mirk, where Jazral and Selene parted ways with the wolf pack. Little did Jazral know he wouldn’t see his pack again for a long time.
The journey to Tar Valon was long and difficult. Jazral had to carry Selene much of the way there. Despite her protests, she was usually too weak to walk. In a small village in Cairhien, Jazral managed to procure a horse for Selene to ride on by helping the villagers to dispatch a mountain lion that had been terrorizing the village. This was the first time Jazral had been with humans, besides Selene, in seven years. It frightened him a little, though the villagers were more scared of him. This was the first time Jazral experienced fear of his abilities, but not the last. It made him very uncomfortable. Jazral also managed to get some medicine from the towns healer for Selene, but it didn’t help her at all. After leaving the village, they stayed off the roads as much as possible. Jazral didn’t want to encounter any more humans, at least until he got to the White Tower. With a horse carrying Selene, the journey went much faster. Jazral still had to hunt, as they didn’t have much in the way of food, or money; luckily there was a fair bit of game in the area. A few months later, they finally reached Tar Valon. As it drew near over the horizon, even Jazral thought that the city was beautiful. The White Tower loomed up over the city, and Jazral quickened his pace. By this time, there were more then a few people on the road, and more then one of them gave Jazral a strange look. A man wearing only a pair of semi-worn breeches, running alongside a horse carrying what could have been easily mistaken for a dead girl. His features didn’t help either. When they entered the city, Jazral headed straight for the Tower. Upon reaching it, he was stopped by the Tower guards. “Please help her, she’s sick,” Jazral said, speaking so fast that he could barely be understood. Lucky the Tower guards recognized that Selene was suffering from untrained channeling, or at the very least that it had something to do with the One Power, and escorted them both into the White Tower. Jazral tried to stay by her side as some women came to take her away, but they insisted that she would be safe and showed Jazral a place where he could rest. Over the next few weeks, Jazral saw Selene as much as they would let him. Her condition was improving. She was no longer so pale, and ate a lot more. The Aes Sedai, as Jazral learned they were called, came to see him a lot. He sensed a great deal of curiosity from them about him. The asked him a lot of questions about wolves; he answered them to the best of his ability, but his understanding of humans and human culture was still rather hazy and limited. Most of his views on life consisted of tales and bedtime stories from his childhood.
The Aes Sedai asked him if he wanted to be taught things of the world and combat skills. “I already know how to hunt, Teslanyaa Sedai, but I would like to learn more things of the world,” Jazral replied.
Teslanyaa nodded. “I’m sure you do. We’ll put you in the Gaidin classes, then. Also, when we get a chance, I would like to speak of your affiliation with the wolves.” Jazral cocked his head as Teslanyaa Sedai smiled and excused herself to go, sure that he had already been asked everything.
He decided to worry about it later and go see Selene. On the way to her bedroom, Jazral noticed a rather large forest, at least for inside a city. He was glad he could keep a little piece of nature with him while he watched over Selene. Jazral knocked on Selene’s door. “Come in,” was the reply.
Jazral opened the door and smiled. “How’s it going, Selene?”
“Good!” she replied. “I’m feeling a lot better since the Aes Sedai showed me how to control my abilities. I’d show you but I’m not allowed to without an Aes Sedai.”
“We wouldn’t want to do that now, then would we,” Jazral chuckled. In the years he had spent with Selene in the forest, Jazral had picked up a very strange sense of humor. “It seems Teslanyaa Sedai has offered to give me some classes on the world.”
Selene’s face sank a little. “Oh... will that take long? I hoped we could get out of here soon. I’m all better now, and I know enough not to get sick anymore.”
Jazral gave Selene a stern look. “Selene, you and I both know there’s a lot more the Aes Sedai have to teach you, to teach both of us. And I know you don’t want to be here, but the Aes Sedai told me what could happen if you didn’t receive proper training.” Jazral sat down on the floor next to Selene’s bed and sighed. “I miss the forest, and the wolves, but we’ve got to accept the pattern the Wheel weaves.” Jazral chuckled to himself; he’d never get used to that Wheel and Pattern stuff, but it worked. The wolves had similar concepts, but theirs were simpler. “Don’t worry, Selene; I’m sure you’ll learn to like this place, and if you don’t, after you’ve had enough training to be sure you wont get sick or hurt yourself, we’ll leave. Just give it a try, ok?” Selene nodded. “Come on now, let’s get out of this dark little room. I found a forest here.”
Jazral scampered off towards the forest, leaving Selene’s door open. She smiled and followed him to the Tower garden.
“See, I told you: a forest. Not like the one we were in but its close.” Jazral sprawled out on a small patch of grass and scratched behind his ear.
Over the next four years, Jazral and Selene continued to train as Warder and Novice. The Warders and Aes Sedai found quickly that Jazral possessed great skill in battle. His ability to anticipate his opponent’s next move was much more advanced than most Warders they had trained, although for the longest time Jazral’s use of a sword was rather comical. It took him a while to grasp the concept of the sword, and the first two years of his combat training reflected that. He preferred to disarm and disable his opponents, rather then attack them with a sword. Some of the other Warders feared Jazral and his wolfkin abilities, but larger part of them and Aes Sedai did not. The word “wolfkin” was something else he had learned in his studies: the given name for his abilities. When he discovered this, he spend much time in the Tower library researching what there was to know about the wolfkin. Much to his disappointment, there was very little in the library about wolfkin, though he learned a good deal more about his abilities, especially his dreams. He found that he could enter what was called Tel’aran’rhiod, the World of Dreams. This wasn’t actually new to him, but he had known it as simply the wolf dream. After learning of this, he received training from Teslanyaa Sedai, who helped him understand and control his visits to Tel’aran’rhiod. This also gave him the ability to speak to and visit his pack on a daily basis, something that kept him from leaving the Tower. By this time, Selene had also become a gifted channeler of the True Source.
Between Jazral’s Warder and dream training and Selene’s studies in Saidar, the two had little time to spend together, but managed to see each other as much as they could. They had dinner together whenever possible. Jazral spent almost all of his spare time in the Tower garden, even helping out the groundskeeper on occasion. Selene visited him there often. By the time Selene was raised to Accepted, Jazral had completed a much of his training and become a skilled blademaster. He had also discovered that he liked the scimitar’s style. It ended up being the only weapon he could use comfortably; any other weapon felt clumsy and useless to him, though he had been trained in the use of all the weapons the Tower had to offer. The majority of Jazral’s skills, though, were in tracking. There was no Warder he could not track, even in an unfamiliar area and the Warder wearing his color-shifting cloak. Teslanyaa Sedai, a tall Brown sister with light brown hair and a thick Andoran accent, spent a good deal of time studying Jazral’s abilities, which annoyed him greatly since she was always asking one too many questions of him. However, she did teach a great deal about himself and was a sort of mentor to him, if he’d ever had one. She was also the one who gave him his armor, which had been collecting dust in her room for a good thirty years. The armor was a beautifully fashioned hardened leather vest that fit nicely underneath his clothing.
By Selene’s second year as Accepted, six years after coming to the White Tower, Jazral had finished his training and become a full-fledged Warder. He was given a color-shifting Gaidin cloak; he also received a scimitar from the Head Warder for being the only student to best him in combat in nearly ten years. While Selene finished her remaining years as Accepted, Jazral stayed in the Tower, spending the two years that it took for Selene to be raised to the shawl studying the world and current affairs. He spent a lot of time in the wolf dream visiting his pack as well as training in the Tower battlegrounds; it was as if he were still training. Most of the time he spent studying was with Teslanyaa Sedai, immersed in dusty old books. One of the things he had regained from his childhood memories was his ability to pick pockets and locks, although the only person who knew of his abilities as a thief was Selene. He spent a great deal of time with Selene when she had free hours; he even trained with her and showed her a few small combat tricks, although to his surprise, she was already reasonably skilled with a sword. She had told him the Illuminators had taught her, but back then he never really got it, and had never seen her skills.
Jazral’s looks had changed slightly over time; he was now clean-shaven and wore his snow-white hair down to his mid-back, sometimes even in a pony tail. He spent some of those two years traveling around the world with Aes Sedai on missions of diplomacy and combat, even fighting in a small skirmish in the Borderlands when the Aes Sedai were called upon to assist.
When Selene passed the final test and swore the Three Oaths, she bonded Jazral as her Warder almost immediately. Their relationship was as close as two could be without being lovers, after all. For a while, Selene and Jazral traveled around on missions and the work of Selene’s Ajah, the Green.
During this time, the Tower and the rest of the world underwent radical changes. The Dragon Reborn, Rand al’Thor, was turning the world on its head. The Black Tower arose, as humanity went half-mad over the promised coming of Tarmon Gai’don. This was also about the time that the Tower split. Elaida was raised to Amyrlin Seat, against Egwene Al’Vere. Selene was the last Aes Sedai to be raised to the shawl under a united Tower. While Jazral personally believed that Egwene’s claim to Amyrlin was more valid then Elaida’s, it was of little consequence to him. The White Tower was the White Tower, and regardless of who wore the seven-striped stole it was his duty to serve and protect it, and to serve and protect Selene. This was ultimately the reason Jazral and Selene Split up, a few years after traveling the world and seeing the many of the sights it had to offer. The Seanchan were invading the costal cities of the world, announcing themselves as the armies of Artur Hawkwing returned and demanding that all swear oaths to obey, wait, and serve. Learning that they leashed channelers, Selene and Jazral returned to the Tower, at his urging. This did not last long, as Selene was not one who could stay in one place for too long; having spent a good deal of time in the Tower already, she wanted to get out and travel, so she did. One morning she came into Jazral’s room to tell him she was leaving, with or without him. A heated argument ensued, as Jazral tried uselessly to convince her to stay in the Tower. She slammed the door of Jazral’s room angrily, blocking their bond from her mind at the same time. The sudden removal of Selene from the back of his mind left Jazral a little disoriented; he had become quite accustomed to it. Selene left the Shining Walls that very morning. Jazral left only a few hours later, but with the smell of the city, the slight disorientation, and the blocked bond, he could not find the direction she had gone once she had left the city. He left for Cairhien in hopes of finding her. There was no real logic going to Cairhien, other then it was the direction he had last smelled her heading. He spent the next few years scouring the world for her, taking himself almost everywhere there was to be. He saw many things, and gained a great deal of life experience. He stuck mostly to forests, spending only a little time in cities. In small villages, places where wolfkin and Aes Sedai were legends, he got the oddest looks.
He avoided areas controlled by the Seanchan controlled areas, and Tear as well; at that time he had no desire to return home. Finally, he managed to catch Selene’s scent. To his surprise, she was with a group of Asha’man, among other things. Some of them were even bonded to Aes Sedai, he learned later. Selene was not exactly overjoyed to see him, but it was clear she had missed him, though she was still mad at him for trying to keep her in the Tower. Jazral apologized for his mistake, saying that if she wanted to travel he would stick by her side, and he’d been a wool-headed fool. He stuck with the group, and got to know them rather well. He gained a good deal of respect for a man named Aorn, who, while still only a low-ranking Asha’man, was obviously the leader of the group. He was very charismatic and wise.
At one point, Jazral attacked the deer they were hunting, and brought the creature down with his teeth. Jazral often got caught up in the thrill of a hunt and reverted to a more wolf-like nature. He was a very proud man, and did not like others to see his lapses in control. Throughout their adventures, Jazral saw many things, including a battle with the Forsaken called Lanfear. There was also a Trolloc army invading a small town, which led to a battle with Kharn Maldais, a creature of sorts that had once been human. Kharn killed a girl the wolves had taken a strange affinity to, named Rain. At least, he assumed she was dead; the beast took her trough a gateway, never to be seen again. Jazral did his part by keeping the gates open when they entered the city and destroyed the Trolloc siege engines. When the army finally attacked, Jazral was wounded badly by a Trolloc warhammer, and even worse by Kharn himself. Aorn and Selene Healed his injury from the warhammer, amidst a huge battle. Not long after, Kharn grabbed him with his huge tentacles, almost squeezing him to death, destroying his leather armor, and then tossed him up onto a roof as a child would a rag doll.
Jazral passed out and remained unconscious for the whole next day. When he awoke, Jazral found that the battle was over; Trolloc, Seanchan, and human bodies littered the village. The streets were stained with blood. Kharn was also dead, though his death came at the price of Aorn’s eye. They found two ter’angreal that had been embedded in Kharn’s hands. When the creature died, he had literally dissolved, leaving only two small, red crystals. Jazral was entrusted with these until they could be safely studied by Aes Sedai, lest they be accidentally channeled into. After all was over they received beautifully made cloaks from the townsfolk, Jazral’s being black inlaid with an intricate thorn pattern. They then headed for Illian, where Aorn hoped to recover an important book.