Session October 16th, 2012 Chat Log

Trolloc blood seeps into the mud puddles around Vandred’s camp. Around you, tents are blown over from the force of the fireballs thrown, and the corpses of the dreadlords you just killed lay strewn about in much the same way. The Looking Tower that Vandred had set up in the middle of his camp lies on its side, a crippled mass of timber that still smolders from the fireball it took. And the artifact the dreadlords were using to create this massive storm lies in two pieces on the far side of the camp. Sochaia threw two fireballs in that direction, and Tasalaya forced the earth itself to erupt in its vicinity. Somehow, that ter’angreal didn’t survive the assault.

The Amyrlin Seat, along with her escort of various Aes Sedai and warders, arrive on horseback to collect your party. “I knew you would succeed. You really are Ta’veren. I admit I had my reservations about Telandria’s ability to see it, but no more. I know her ability is real now. Well done. All of you. Well done.”

She looks down at the body of Aaryvn Malendre and grimaces. Then she peers around at the male dreadlords, finally fixing her eyes on the corpse of Vandred.

“That is him, isn’t it?” She asks simply.

Telandria nods. “That is Vandred Cazvalo. He died a coward, begging for mercy, Mother.”

Rashima smiles. Rain dribbles down the side of her face, and her hair is matted around her head. “And you gave him none. That is good. He wouldn’t have shown any mercy to any of you if the roles were reversed, I assure you.”

She smiles again, closes her eyes, then turns her head up into the rain, raising her hands in victory. “I knew they would succeed! Even during our darkest moments….the Light still shines!” She exclaims to no one in particular.

“A victory indeed, Mother. But this battle is far from over.” One of the Aes Sedai says from a horse behind the Amyrlin.

“No, it’s not over yet.” Rashima agrees, finally looking down and opening her eyes. She is still smiling. “But I have a feeling this battle just got much easier with the head of the army removed, along with several of his filthy cronies. And Aaryvn Malendre to boot!” She is still grinning at that last. “That woman has been a thorn in my side for far too many years. Light but you all did well. You did VERY well!”

Some of the warders in the Amyrlin’s party nod to each of you, Sandulf, Kael, Raefari and Christoff in particular, and several of the Aes Sedai nod as well. Mostly to Sochaia, Telandria, and Tasalaya.

Outside of the camp, the battle continues while your reunion with the Amyrlin takes place. Lightning still flashes down from the sky, but it is created by channelers on the ground, not by the artifact Vandred was using to blast Tar Valon. As for that…the black maelstrom circling the city is slowing and the clouds are closing in on themselves now. The only lightning you see from it are the ones that flash from cloud to cloud, still illuminating the sky with each arc. None ever come close to reaching the earth below. The rain still pours heavily, but that part of the storm is done with, it seems.

DragonSypher (Kael): and Kael gets a PW +5 axe for his trouble. lol

The balls of fire the shadowspawn were launching at Tar Valon have all but ceased on this side of the Erinin. On the west side they continue to fly through the air, attempting to hit the city but more often than not, winking out long before they even get close. With the storm ceasing, the Aes Sedai on the walls have time to concentrate on countering the Shadow’s assault.

The Amyrlin circles her horse, then tells everyone to get mounted. There’s still a battle that needs to be won. The next hour or so passes before you know it.

With the death of Vandred and Aaryvn, the Shadow seemed to lose their will to fight back. Even with multiple lesser dreadlords still spread out among the ranks of the Shadow’s armies, none could find a way to rally their far larger force and spearhead a counter attack worth mentioning. In the end, the trolloc lines broke amid the Aes Sedai and Tower Guard advance, and within hours of your victory over Vandred, the Shadow was in full retreat from the lands surrounding Tar Valon. No doubt they haven’t given up on capturing the seat of Aes Sedai power, but for now they are spread out and retreating far enough away that they are no longer an immediate threat.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): brb

It wasn’t long after that, that word arrived that it was safe to return to the White Tower. It seems the Amyrlin’s plan to defeat the Black Ajah using Circles of linked Aes Sedai worked, and those that survived and didn’t manage to escape capture were now shielded and held in cells in the basements to await trial. Shortly after the good news arrives, the Amyrlin dispatches you, “the heroes”, back to the Tower for some much needed rest. You each gladly return to your rooms, wherever they may be. The Amyrlin and the other Aes Sedai remain to direct the mop-up of remaining shadowspawn in the area and make sure all is secure. The Tower Guard, of course, continues to pursue the retreating shadowspawn and harass them as much as possible to ensure a complete victory.

It was an exhausting night. You had fought two major battles and had been Healed. Healings create their own exhaustion, not to mention taking new wounds after the first were healed. You were all spent, and each one of you hit your blankets as soon as you could reach them.

This next section will be done via whisper for Sandulf alone. Take five, guys.

→ Sandulf Machera: You returned to the White Tower along with Telandria, Raefari, and Christoff. It was decided that you would most likely not be mistreated by any errant (but well meaning) Aes Sedai anymore. Given the legends already spreading about you and your friends and how you managed to destroy two of the most powerful dreadlords in the Shadow’s hierarchy this night, no one would question your loyalties. And besides, you were a bonded warder now, and the Aes Sedai were just going to have to get used to that. Telandria would see to it if the Amyrlin wouldn’t. Telandria wanted you to take the spare bed in her warder’s quarters, and you agreed.

DragonSypher (Kael): ok, let me know via vent when we are back

→ Sandulf Machera: However, you left Telandria and the other two at the foot of the steps leading up to the Tower so that you could head back to the Ivory Guardian. Your belongings were still there and you needed to check out properly anyway. One more night in your room wouldn’t be that bad anyway. It was a nice room.

→ Sandulf Machera: Elia decided to part company with you after you left the White Tower. She promised to find you “soon”, then yawned into a hand and turned her horse southward down the main Tar Valon thoroughfare and disappeared into the night.

→ Sandulf Machera: You returned to your room and fell asleep immediately, never bothering to undress. Instead, you simply fell into your bed and wrapped your warder’s cloak around you for warmth.

→ Sandulf Machera: You were awakened in the early morning hours with a sharp panicked feeling pulsing through the bond. Telandria was in trouble. You grabbed your axe and rushed downstairs. By the time you made it outside to the streets, you could feel Telandria suddenly….vanish. Not completely. She wasn’t dead. She was simply much, much further away. To the north somewhere. And you could feel anxiety and sadness through the bond.

Sochaia Doisech: nice timing…
GM: What do you mean?
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): eating time

→ Sandulf Machera: Not knowing what to do, you continued on to the Tower anyway, rushing through the large, grand doors and ignoring the mixed collection of wounded soldiers laying on cots or sitting in huddled groups near the main entrance that were being tended too by Aes Sedai. No one tried to stop you as you rushed up to Telandria’s room, though many stared at you, and several Aes Sedai raised hands as if to stop you, but decided against it at the last minute. Perhaps the look on your face was pure malice and made them think better. You still had no idea how it was that Telandria was suddenly so far away, and you didn’t know how you would pass so many leagues to try to rescue her, but you would do it. Something about the bond made you want to do it. And you would take Raefari and Christoff with you, as they were no doubt feeling the same thing you were through their own bond to her.

GM: Oh okay.

→ Sandulf Machera: But when you burst through Telandria’s door, hoping to find Raefari and Christoff already gathering their gear, you were instead greeted with a gruesome sight. Blood covered the walls and floor of Telandria’s small sitting room. Raefari stood not far away with his back to you, sword raised in one of those swordforms, poised to strike. You entered the room and circled Raefari’s still body until you could see the look of flat anger set in his face. But he did not move, and his eyes were glazed over in death. It took a moment for you to realize that Raefari was already dead, yet somehow suspended in that swordsman’s pose. His throat was cut from ear to ear, and blood was already thickening on his chest, where it had trickled down from the open wound at his neck. More had already pooled at his feet.

→ Sandulf Machera: But as bloody as Raefari’s wounds were, that wasn’t the source of all of the blood in the room. Christoff, or what remained of him…which wasn’t much…must have been the reason for the blood splatters on the walls and furniture. What you could find of his corpse looked as if it had been exploded from within somehow, and all that remained were lumps of flesh sprayed throughout the room, an intact hand found near the breakfast table, a bloody boot with a foot and ankle still inside over near the fireplace, and his head placed on a shelf, staring out at the room with a dark expression of agony stretching across his face. His eyes were gray with death as well.

Sandulf Machera Howls

→ Sandulf Machera: Anger sank into your bones, and you howled, but mostly all that you felt was shock, and numbness. You heard a woman shriek from behind you. You turned slowly around to find a Tower serving woman in the hallway staring into Telandria’s room in horror through the still open door. The tray she was holding dropped, and fine Sea Folk porcelain shattered on the tiled floor at her feet.

→ Sandulf Machera: The next few minutes happened so quickly that you barely remember them. Warders and Aes Sedai from nearby rooms came to see what the commotion was all about, and you were questioned openly as if you might have had something to do with the deaths inside. Most of the Aes Sedai interrogating you seemed suspicious of your eyes, and none seemed to believe your tale of just finding the men in this state. One Aes Sedai openly accused you of being a male channeler and of somehow destroying Telandria so completely that there was simply nothing left of her, much like poor Christoff. To her and all other Aes Sedai in the room, it was clear that Saidar had not been used. That left a male channeler, and you as the prime suspect.

→ Sandulf Machera: It wasn’t until the Amyrlin herself arrived perhaps thirty minutes afterwards that your name was cleared fully as the murderer of Raefari and Christoff. You made such a commotion bursting into the White Tower to begin with that you were clearly recognized by many witnesses and couldn’t have had anything to do with these murders.

→ Sandulf Machera: Just after Rashima’s arrival, something changed. You felt pain radiate through the bond from Telandria. Not pain for you, but for her. It was hard to describe the sensation, as you couldn’t feel it yourself, per se, but you knew she was feeling it. Pain you yourself had never felt in all of the battles you had fought. Something worse than being slashed, stabbed or pierced by a myrddraal’s blade. She was awash in this pain. It was flooding over her in waves, radiating over her, crushing her. It went on for ten…maybe fifteen minutes, though it felt like hours. And then the pain was released, and you realized the bond felt…empty. And darker. Much darker. The change in her had begun almost as soon as the pain began, but you hadn’t registered it due to the pain you were feeling through the bond. Something inside Telandria had snapped, and she was simply no longer the woman you had known before. Not even by a hair. What was left felt like a hollow, cruel, evil woman. You instantly wanted the bond severed. This darkness…you couldn’t live with it.

→ Sandulf Machera: You immediately told the Amyrlin what you felt through the bond, and she considered it for a moment, then shook her head as if to say she didn’t know what could have changed about Telandria, but something inside of you questioned how honest she was being, and you told her so. The Amyrlin reluctantly admitted that…given the direction you sensed Telandria in (North and slightly east), and knowing she was a good distance away from you in that direction…it was Rashima’s opinion that Telandria had been taken to someplace in or near the Blight. She told you with a sympathetic look in her eyes that she was sorry, and that the woman you were bonded too….well, it was best if she had simply been killed.

→ Sandulf Machera: The Amyrlin said no more. You had an idea of what happened though. You had been told by Telandria and Nevren both that one of the Aes Sedai your party faced in the warehouse back in Al’Cair’Rahienallen had been “turned” somehow, though you never got any specifics on how. As you understood it, Narna Sedai, as her name was given to you, had once been a compassionate, caring woman. A mentor to Telandria, a friend, and a confidant. The woman you saw standing on that pier looked nothing like the woman they described. She looked dark, and evil. Exactly how Telandria felt to you through the bond now.

→ Sandulf Machera: Rashima gave you a consoling pat on the shoulder, then told you to find Sochaia and go stay in her rooms until this mess could be cleared up. You did so.

→ Sandulf Machera: Still in shock at all that had happened, you found your way to Sochaia’s rooms on the opposite side of the Green Ajah’s quarters, and knocked on the door. And this is where we pick up the game.

Sochaia Doisech: yes, mouth full


Ni’tareus gently shakes you out of your sleep. You slept the sleep of the dead since your head hit the pillow, and it startles you that he would wake you. When you open your eyes, something in his own tell you that you had better get up. His expression is sorrowful.

Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Sochaia, you better get up. Something has happened.
Sochaia Doisech shakes herself.

You get up and enter your sitting room where you find Sandulf pacing back and forth. His yellow eyes are bloodshot and he looks highly agitated.

Sochaia enters the sitting room, Sandulf. She is dressed in a robe and her hair is a mess from sleep.

Ni’tareus walks over to the wall and leans against it with his arms crossed, letting the two of you discuss things.

Sochaia Doisech: What has happened, Sandulf?
Sandulf Machera: They will die for this!
Sandulf Machera: HE will die for this!
Sochaia Doisech: They? For what? What has Happened?
Ni’tareus Kellemvor straightens up, listening to Sandulf speak.
Sochaia Doisech watches him prowl the room, almost like a predatory mammal.
Sandulf Machera: Laen has taken her! and Christoff … and He killed Raefari.
Sochaia Doisech: Laen? Laen? How? When?
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Took her? Telandria?
Sandulf Machera: Within the hour!
Sandulf Machera: he … he did things to her … she is changed!
Sochaia Doisech: Which direction? I know you can sense her.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor grabs his sword and belts it around his waist.

Sochaia Doisech: hehe
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): ooc

Ni’tareus Kellemvor steps out into the hall and looks toward Telandria’s side of the Green Ajah quarters.
Sandulf Machera: North and East, probably in the blight
Sochaia Doisech: Light!
Ni’tareus Kellemvor stares at Sandulf with his mouth open…
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Indeed. How could he have taken her so far within an hour?
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Is this something Aes Sedai can do, Sochaia? If so, we need to go get her. And…
Sandulf Machera: The power is my only guess, the same way he left the warehouse
Sochaia Doisech: Sandulf? Do you want to go get her?
Sochaia Doisech: Or is she lost?
Kael relaxes in his king sized ogier bed.
Sandulf Machera: There is no getting her now .. there is only releasing her!
Sochaia Doisech: Oh, Sandulf… I am so sorry.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): I know how much you loved her.

Ni’tareus Kellemvor: I think we need to check on the others. Is Kael okay, Sochaia?

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): ..!..

Sochaia Doisech: He seems to be relaxing on a large downy bed.

Kael suddenly feels Sochaia thinking about cookies and is suddenly hungry.

Ni’tareus Kellemvor: We need to check on Terith and Tasalaya then. They’re the only ones not accounted for.
Sochaia Doisech: Release her?
Sochaia Doisech: Sandulf, is she truly…gone?
Sandulf Machera: Hopefully her soul can join the light
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Is she dead?
Sochaia Doisech shudders at what Telandria must be going through, and her such a gentle soul.
Sandulf Machera: was Narna gone?

Kael, you are sound asleep in your bed, having disturbing dreams that only get worse the more you feel through the bond. You awaken suddenly, sensing alarm coming from Sochaia.

Ni’tareus Kellemvor: I didn’t know Narna. Only what I was told about her. Nevren Sedai said she was turned to the Shadow. You think that’s what happened here?

Kael gathers his weapons and armor and seeks out Terith.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): ok
Sochaia Doisech: okay i get all that and remember it all. why would that clue me into something on telandria?

Sandulf Machera: It is.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): long-distance fireball?
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Then we need to check on the others. If we’re all Ta’veren, then the others are in just as much danger as Telandria was.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): euthanize

Kael, you grab your gear and pound on Terith’s door. You hear him shuffle around, possibly falling out of bed, then crack the door just a hair to show his single eye. He frowns at you, then steps back, opening the door.

Sandulf Machera: Rashima Sedai asked me to wait here

Terith: What are you pounding on my door at this hour for, Kael?
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Have a seat, Sandulf. You should try to relax.

Sandulf Machera: This is me relaxed right now!
Sochaia Doisech: How has Laen become this powerful? He can break a soul?
Sandulf Machera countinues to prowl

Kael: Sochaia seems…disturbed. I can’t quite tell but there might be something wrong. I thought you might be interested in coming with me to find out.

Ni’tareus Kellemvor shrugs at Sandulf, then turns to continue watching the halls.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: The Amyrlin is coming.
Sandulf Machera: I don’t believe he could do it alone. But he is not alone is he.

Terith stares at Kael for a moment, then nods.
Terith: Give me a second to grab my axes.
Kael waits in the hall outside Terith’s room.
Terith returns a few seconds later with his axes. He nods and you both head for the stairs.

Sochaia Doisech: Light, Ni’tareus! This means you could possibly one day feel me…
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: I better not, woman.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor frowns at the thought.
Sochaia Doisech stares worriedly at Sandulf.
The Amyrlin Seat enters the room. Ni’tareus steps away from the door to permit her entrance.
Sochaia Doisech: Sandulf?
Rashima Kerenmosa: So you have heard, Sochaia?
Sochaia Doisech: Yes, Mother.
Sandulf Machera seems to be calming … at least outwardly
Sochaia Doisech bows low.
Sochaia Doisech: Mother, can he be helped? Look at him! He looks like he could burst!

Kael, you travel up the many flights of stairs to the Green Ajah quarters. Terith follows behind, looking angry as usual.

Sandulf Machera stops pacing and his face grows calm

You turn and head straight for Sochaia’s rooms to find the Amyrlin, Ni’tareus, Sochaia, and Sandulf inside. Sandulf looks angry and he paces back and forth.

Rashima Kerenmosa eyes Sandulf
Rashima Kerenmosa: He’s doing what a warder would do in a situation like this.
Rashima Kerenmosa: At least she isn’t dead. That would make him far worse….
Sochaia Doisech: And what happens to warders when…?
Kael: What is going on Sochaia?
Sochaia Doisech: Kael, look!
Kael walks into the room.
Sochaia Doisech points at the prowling man.
Rashima Kerenmosa looks up at Kael as he enters.
Sochaia Doisech points at the ferocious man.
Sochaia Doisech points at the bitchy man.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I don’t understand your question, Sochaia. And Sandulf, please….sit. We’ll sort this out, I promise.

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): ..!..

Rashima Kerenmosa takes a chair near Sochaia’s breakfast table.
Sochaia Doisech: Mother, forgive me. I have so much to learn still. What happens to a warder when his Aes Sedai…dies?
Rashima Kerenmosa looks sorrowful.
Sandulf Machera sits and seems to grow calm, though his eyes still promise murder to those who deserve it
Sochaia Doisech looks at Kael and Ni’tareus.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Generally when a warder loses his Aes Sedai…he loses his will to live and is overwhelmed with a deep desire for revenge.
Rashima Kerenmosa: At least Sandulf isn’t at that point. But, of course, he feels anger at what’s happened.
Sochaia Doisech: So, if she lives, but remains in this horrid tortured state, will he remain…changed?
Kael sits down against the wall and listens seeing as there is no point to looking down on everyone and there is no need for his axe….for now.
Rashima Kerenmosa: The question is….Sandulf, do you want the bond removed? I do not know what you must be feeling at this moment, but I won’t force you to endure it if you don’t want too. Telandria is lost. If there is a way…back…from what she’s endured, we don’t know how to do it.
Sandulf Machera: I do not believe there is a way back.
Sochaia Doisech: Which will harm him less? Removing the bond, keeping the bond, or bonding to another Aes Sedai?
Rashima Kerenmosa: He will remain who he has always been. But he will feel every hateful emotion she feels. I don’t know how that might affect him in the long run.
Rashima Kerenmosa ponders Sochaia’s question.

DragonSypher (Kael): cant he mask the bond?

Sandulf Machera: and though we could get valuable information about her whereabouts through the bons she can do the same about me. This bond makes me a liability. It must be severed!

DragonSypher (Kael): like elias did.

Rashima Kerenmosa: I can’t say. I don’t know how he might be affected over the long term. He can mask the bond, if he’s been taught the trick.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I agree, Sandulf.
Sandulf Machera: As for bonding me to another.
Sochaia Doisech: If it would in any way help, Sandulf, I am willing to offer you my bond.
Sandulf Machera looks a Rashima
Rashima Kerenmosa: It would be best if we removed it. I don’t have the skill, myself. But we have Yellows with a talent for such things. If he wants it removed, we can remove it.
Sochaia Doisech: I know you were bonded against your will, but if you wish, I will help you.
Sandulf Machera: is there an Aes Sedai who would not treat me as a pet or science experiment?
Rashima Kerenmosa looks at Sochaia
Kael looks a bit confused but continues to listen hoping to understand why Sandulf wants his bond to be removed.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): scratches Sandulf behind the ears. "No, I think not.

Rashima Kerenmosa: well, first, let’s remove the bond he already has. Then, if he wants to be bonded again, Sochaia can take it.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Give me a moment.
Rashima Kerenmosa rises and exits the room.
Sandulf Machera: If I am bonded again I wish to be trained in this masking of the Bond you spoke of.
Sochaia Doisech whispers to Kael, “I’m sorry if you feel confusion. The short story is, Telandria has been taken by Laen. She’s not herself anymore.”
Kael nods. Then we find Laen and chop him to bits. What do you say Brother. Care for a bit of revenge on the little man?
Kael grins viciously.
Rashima returns a few moments later with a sister you’ve all seen before. The Amyrlin referred to her as Jalari back in the basements. She is a sitter for the Yellow Ajah.
Sochaia Doisech: Kael? They’re in the Blight.
Sandulf Machera: He is mine! I owe him much!
Terith: I will cut him into a hundred tiny pieces, then you can have those and cut them even more, if you like. She was….my friend.
Terith looks sad. Which is an odd expression on his face.
Rashima Kerenmosa snorts at the males in the room acting like typical men as she re-enters Sochaia’s apartments.
Kael: The Blight, huh? I’ve always wanted to visit there. So many shadowspawn who need to feel the bite of my axe.
Sochaia Doisech: Ni’tareus, if you have a handkerchief, please, I need one.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Jalari, this is the one. His name is Sandulf. We need his bond removed.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor hands Sochaia a handkerchief.
Sandulf Machera looks at Jalari
Kael runs his thumb along the curve of his axe thinking of it cleaving a trolloc in two.
Sochaia Doisech: Thank you.
The woman called Jalari nods and looks at Sandulf. Sochaia, you see her embrace the One Power, then begin weaving Spirit over Sandulf.
Sochaia Doisech turns away from the group. Her shoulders shudder a little.
Sandulf, the woman simply stares at you and moves her hands slowly around your head, though she never touches you. In seconds, you feel the bond suddenly vanish…slowly.
Rashima Kerenmosa nods at the job well done.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Thank you, Jalari. You may return to Telandria’s rooms. Let me know what you find out.
The woman nods, then exits the room.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Now. The bond is removed. And we are all accounted for? Masters Kael and Terith are here. Ni’tareus. Sandulf. Sochaia….who are we missing? Three are dead or as good as. Telandria, Raefari, and Christoff. That’s eight…there were ten of you.
Sochaia Doisech: Tasalaya, too?
Rashima Kerenmosa: Tasalaya…
Rashima Kerenmosa: Yes. I’ll send someone to check on her.
Sochaia Doisech sits down beside Kael, leaning slightly against his side.
Rashima rises from her chair again, and steps back out into the hall. Several of her warders are standing out in the hallway now. She whispers to one of them, Ronan, and he nods and rushes off.
Kael looks down at Sochaia. “You must rest, Sochaia.”
The Amyrlin takes her seat again.
Sochaia Doisech: The part that hurts does not sleep, Kael.
Kael: Perhaps a day or two in the Stedding will restore your strength. There is peace in the Stedding.
Kael: Peace for both the body and the spirit.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I am sorry for your loss. But more…I am sorry for the world’s loss. When we left the basements last night, there were ten Ta’veren in the world….according to Telandria. And now…three are gone.
Terith nods at Kael’s words.
Sochaia Doisech: I want to visit your Stedding, Kael. Will we ever finish this fight? Will we ever see your Stedding?
Kael grows cold and distant. “Stedding Chiantal was taken by the shadow some years ago. I plan to see it taken back!”
A few minutes later Ronan returns and whispers in the Amyrlin’s ear, then hands her a note. It is folded neatly and on the front of the letter you can each see the words “My Dearest Sochaia” written in bold, black ink.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): lavender. i swear i’ll start wearing lavender irl…

Rashima Kerenmosa thanks Ronan, then turns the letter over. She reads the words on the front, then hands it to Sochaia.

Sochaia Doisech reads the letter with reluctance and great anger.

The Letter reads: “Two out of three isn’t bad. Two more pretties for my shelf. ONE TO GO. – The Black Hand”

Rashima Kerenmosa: Ronan says Tasalaya’s rooms were empty. He found that. What does it say?
Sochaia Doisech roars as she crumples the letter. She tosses it to Ni’tareus and leaps up.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor scoops up the crumpled letter and reads it.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor shakes his head.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: He sure is fond of that nickname. The Black Hand. Some part of me thinks he invented that all for himself. It’s not at all creative…which sounds just like him.
Sochaia Doisech: He must be stopped! He has fixated on me and won’t stop until one of us is dead! I mean for it to be HIM!
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: As do I, Sochaia.
Rashima Kerenmosa: May I?
Sochaia Doisech glances at Ni’tareus and nods.
Rashima Kerenmosa asks Ni’tareus for the letter.
Ni’tareus hands the Amyrlin the letter and she reads it, then drops it.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Well, I have heard stories of this one. Nevren told me about him. A new dreadlord, she said. And if he has the power…and the ability…to travel great distances…well…
Rashima Kerenmosa: You must be safe. All of you. I will have to see about warding the White Tower against this ability of his. We’ve heard of it, but the ability to Travel has been lost since the Breaking. All we have of it are fragmented documents and rumors of its existence. But no knowledge of how it is done.
Sochaia Doisech: What we need is a plan.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Yes, you do. And I have one formulating. Give me time, Sochaia. Until then, I would recommend all of you return to your beds. We have a busy day tomorrow.

DragonSypher (Kael): correct me if I am wrong, but Ishamael was never bound like the other forsaken, was he
Lanndon: No, he was bound, but was free in forty year cycles.

Sochaia Doisech turns to her warders, “I do not ask this lightly, but would you please rest in my quarters tonight? I cannot bear the thought of either of you…”

Lanndon: He actually started the Trolloc Wars, though none of you know that.
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): some of us do…
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): now

Sandulf Machera: I will speak with you. In private.

DragonSypher (Kael): ok, so 40 years after Lews Therin sealed the bore Ishamael was freed then came to Lews Therin when he killed his family then himself?

Sandulf Machera looks at Sochaia Doisech
Terith: I am not a warder, but I will stay, if you’ll have me. I wouldn’t feel right leaving you here alone.
Sochaia Doisech looks at Sandulf and nods.
Sochaia Doisech: Thank you, Terith.
Sochaia Doisech: I would appreciate that.
Kael nods to Sochaia.

Lanndon: No I don’t think he was entirely bound when Lews Therin sealed everyone away. I think he was free at that time too and wasn’t pulled back to the bore for forty years. Or something like that. I would have to look it up. But that scene with Ishy and Lews happened right after the sealing.

Terith nods to Sochaia as well.
Sochaia, you and Sandulf leave the sitting room to speak privately.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Then I will be off. I am sorry for your loss. All of you. Be strong. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. All will turn out as it is supposed too.

DragonSypher (Kael): Thats what confuses me. Ishy was there AFTER the bore was sealed but if he was free then he kinda had to be free all the years following Lews death which included the breaking and everything else.

Rashima Kerenmosa gracefully exits the room and is joined by her warders as she turns to head back down the hallways.
Sochaia Doisech turns to look at Sandulf, expectantly.

Lanndon: Yeah. I am pretty sure he was free during the first part of the Breaking.

Sandulf Machera: Sochaia if you wish I will allow you to bond me. But understand, I am not a pet or an experiment. Do not expect me to grovel or differ I am who I am and who I have always been.
Sandulf Machera: Also DO NOT try and control me against my will!

DragonSypher (Kael): that would make him thousands of years old AND incredibly knowledgable and capable with the one power.

Sochaia Doisech: Kael said something very similar. He had me swear an oath to him. Would you like me to do the same for you?

Lanndon: Yeah. He’s a bad dude.
DragonSypher (Kael): which explains why he is naeblis now.

Sandulf Machera: No I believe in peoples word. If I have yours that is good.

Lanndon: True. That and he’s only a tiny step weaker than Rand as far as overall strength in the One Power.

Sochaia Doisech: I will protect you and my other warders. And Terith, who is very nearly a warder. We protect each other and are stronger for it.
Sochaia Doisech performs the Bond Weave.
Sochaia weaves her hands, then places them on the sides of your head, and suddenly…where one bond only recently vanished, a new one springs to life, and you can feel Sochaia’s emotions feel your head.

Sochaia Doisech nearly staggers at the pain and wash of emotions from Sandulf.

Kael ‘accidently’ reaches across to smack Stacy upside the head for her gramatical corrections. lol

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): *accidentally
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): * Stacey
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): *grammatical

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): it seems we aien’t done yet

Kael purposefully smacks Stacey 3 more times. Lol

Sochaia and Sandulf return. The Amyrlin has already left, and each of you decide to stay in Sochaia’s room for the rest of the night. Sochaia returns to her bed, and the rest of you find places to rest, either on the floor, in the spare bed, or on her small couch. You sleep for a few more hours, then awaken in the morning.

You each grab breakfast in the morning, though the meal is somber and none of you are in a good frame of mind. Having lost at least one good friend and another that may have become a good friend given enough time.

Sochaia Doisech manages to hold her breakfast down.

So you eat breakfast in silence and with Laen’s actions weighing heavily on your mind. It is not a great start to your day.

You step outside the Tower to find it is BITTERLY cold. And to your shock…it is snowing. Tar Valon is frozen over. The rain water had been so fierce last night and left roads wet and covered in deep puddles in parts where the roads weren’t completely flat. And all of that excess rainwater has now turned to solid ice. Heavy flakes of snow fall gently to the ground. All around you, Tar Valon is covered in at least a foot of snow.

Even though you’ve had enough of snow to last several lifetimes, for some reason you feel like it belongs here. Looking back on it now, knowing what you now know, there was something unnatural about the warmth of the last week or so, and neither you, nor anyone else, had any idea that it could have been caused by the Shadow and an artifact not used in over a thousand years. Seeing snow replace the unusual warmth with something more befitting Tar Valon during early Spring is comforting. Tar Valon, or any place this far north for that matter, shouldn’t be seeing those temperatures…or rain storms…for another month or so. So seeing Tar Valon covered in white powder as you step outside feels right this time, and you welcome it.

Dawn begins to break, though you can’t see the sun through the clouds. They are thick as ever. But the light is spreading, and Tar Valon is waking. The entire city is covered in snow at the moment. Here and there, streamers of smoke filter up from places that caught fire during the attack last night, and occasionally you find a streamer filtering up through a chimney, as it should be. People begin to leave their homes to see what can be done about repairing the damage from the attack, and you feel a sense of normality returning to the city.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): stops Terith from frolicking in the snow.

Word has already spread throughout the White Tower that today is a day of celebration. Novices are given a free day from chores and lessons, and the city itself is celebrating as well. A great victory was won against the Shadow last night, and a parade is planned tomorrow for the returning soldiers of the Tower Guard, who had, until several hours ago, continued to harass and chase the retreating shadowspawn away from Tar Valon. They are now returning to the city in small groups, usually company size, though some are mere squads, and returning to their barracks. Word has also spread that the Aes Sedai have something special planned for tonight in celebration, though what that might be is a closely guarded (and heavily speculated about) secret that will just have to be learned when night falls again.

The Amyrlin has ordered all Aes Sedai, Novices, and Accepted to form up outside in the Tower Grounds so that she may address them later. No one knows what it is she wishes to speak about. At some point, each one of you were given orders to be there as well, including Terith, Kael, and Elia, though she is somewhere outside of the Tower Grounds at this moment.


You are summoned to the Amyrlin’s Study for a meeting. It is now about two pm. You arrive at the Amyrlin’s study and tap on the door. Ordinarily the Keeper of the Chronicles would see you in, but given that Rashima’s most recent Keeper turned out to be a darkfriend, an Accepted has been given the duty of seeing visitors in.

A young woman, perhaps in her late teens or very early twenties opens the door and curtsies to you. She wears the banded dress of the Accepted, pure white except for the seven striped hem at the bottom of the dress.

She stares at you a bit awestruck as she raises from her curtsy.

Sochaia Doisech bows to the Accepted as if she were fully raised.

Endien Paenryn: Sochaia Sedai? I am Endien Paenryn, Accepted of the Tower. You honor me. Please, come in. Mother is expecting you.
Sochaia Doisech: Endien, it is an honor to meet you. Thank you.
She leads you to the doors of the Amyrlin’s inner study, then turns to you.
Endien Paenryn blushes
Endien Paenryn: Can I…Can I just say…what an honor it is to meet one of the women responsible for killing that dreadlord? Thank you. It was very heroic of you and your warders to kill him.
Sochaia Doisech: Thank you. Many other were far more instrumental in the success of the White Tower than I.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): *others

Endien Paenryn: I’ll take your word for it.
Endien Paenryn smiles at Sochaia

Endien leads you inside the sitting room, then gently taps on the Amyrlin’s door. You hear a curt “Come!” from behind the door, and Endien opens the door slightly and announces your arrival. You hear Rashima tell her to show you in.

Endien opens the door and turns to you with a curtsy, allowing you to pass. Rashima stands at her desk with seven other Aes Sedai gathered around it, one of whom is Yukina Namora, a Sitter for the Green Ajah. She nods and gives you a small smile as you enter, but neither Rashima, nor the others even acknowledge you have entered. The Amyrlin continues to speak with the women as you walk inside.

DragonSypher (Kael): afk 1

“…see to it that each Ajah is informed of where they are to be and that all are in attendance. In fact, have orders sent to the kitchens and the servants that they are to be there as well. I want every person in the Tower outside for this address. Are we clear?”

The women nod and murmur “Yes, Mother.” then curtsy and kiss her ring before being dismissed. When the last woman passes out of the Study, Rashima turns to you and smiles.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): considers scratching her bottom, but decides it wouldn’t be appropriate.

Sochaia Doisech bows.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Sochaia…thank you for coming. Please, have a seat. We need to talk.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Sandulf….he is better now?
Sochaia Doisech: He asked me to bond him.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): and I made him shower.

Rashima Kerenmosa leans back in her chair, then nods.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): licking doesn’t count.

Rashima Kerenmosa: I had hoped he might. The bond will be beneficial to all of you.
Sochaia Doisech: I believe I mentioned that the Green Ajah called to me. I meant in terms of Battle, not warders, but it seems to fit, does it not?

DragonSypher (Kael): back

Rashima Kerenmosa: As much as I must admit I was shocked by it, bonding one of the Ogier wasn’t a bad idea. Especially knowing that now…all of you are Ta’veren.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Indeed it does, daughter.
Rashima Kerenmosa: But none of that is why you were summoned.

Rashima stands up and walks over to the balcony doors, which are closed to keep out the cold air. The curtains are drawn and you can see her balcony is covered in snow. The heavy snow continues to fall outside, fluttering past her windows as she looks outside. There is a large, roaring fire in the fireplace though, and as chilly as it must be outside, in here it is quite pleasant. The Amyrlin looks out her window and speaks to you, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, but voicing them out loud.

Sochaia Doisech: Yes, Mother.

Rashima Kerenmosa: I believe the women we caught last night are all Black Ajah, but there will be trials to determine if any of them might have simply chosen a very unfortunate, and coincidental color choice last night. And even though I think we caught a good many darkfriend Aes Sedai, I seriously doubt we caught them all. The Shadow’s leadership are far to intelligent for it to have been that easy. Have you ever played Chop? It is a card game. A good gambler will never place all of her cards on the table and simply hope for the best. They always hold their best cards for last. An even better gambler will sacrifice a good hand or two so that they may lull their opponents into a false sense of invulnerability, forcing them to up the ante and risk more in the belief that they have the game well in hand and can win it all in the next few hands. By the time they realize what’s happened, the good gambler has made their play…revealed what they were doing…and cleaned their opponent’s pockets completely. It is my opinion…despite what that Hedara fellow told me being the truth as he saw it…that there are still darkfriend Aes Sedai wearing the shawl right now. Which brings me to a matter of trust. One I hope you can help me with.

Rashima Kerenmosa: I was going to make this offer to Telandria, but…circumstances have changed, obviously. I am truly sorry to have lost one as good as she was turning out to be. I know you are too.
Sochaia Doisech nods.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): Keeper?

Rashima Kerenmosa continues to stare out the window for a long moment before continuing.

Rashima Kerenmosa: I need a new Keeper, Sochaia. Telandria was my first choice to replace that wretched traitor, Callah Besharn, but she is no longer an option. I need a woman from the Green Ajah. And while there are plenty of women within the Green that are more than capable for the job, most are out of the Tower now, fighting the Shadow in other parts of the world.

Rashima Kerenmosa turns from the window to stare at you earnestly now.

Sochaia Doisech nearly takes a step back in shock.

Rashima Kerenmosa: Since Telandria is no longer an option, you are my next choice. True, you weren’t trained here, and I’ll probably have to justify my choice before the Hall when next we meet, but I can handle the Hall. You’re also not a child, which played a part in my choice to raise you to begin with, despite not having spent a day at the White Tower in Novice white previously. In this respect, at least from an age standpoint, you’ve had time to grow and mature into a responsible adult on your own. That isn’t something that can be taught when you put on novice white anyway. Your age and experience will justify my choice. That and the fact that you are Ta’veren. The White Tower needs that right now. And I need to know that my next Keeper is a woman I know I can trust…which is hard to say given what has happened in the last day or two. This is why I mention the Black Ajah. You and only two others can I truly say I know cannot be darkfriends, aside from myself. Those other two….they are no longer with us. Tasalaya wouldn’t have been an option anyway. She is…was…Red Ajah. Telandria is gone, and by the sounds of master Machera’s descriptions of what has happened to her….she has been turned to the Shadow. This leaves me with you as the only woman besides myself that I can honestly say does not and has never served the Shadow.

Sochaia Doisech: Mother, I am honored.
Sochaia Doisech: Mother, my concern is this fight against the shadow. How am I to fight them if I am here in the Tower? My fight is out there.
Sochaia Doisech gestures out the window.
Rashima Kerenmosa smiles slightly.

DragonSypher (Kael): afk 1

Rashima Kerenmosa: I have already thought of that. I won’t be holding you back from your…Ta’veren duties. In fact, later I will reveal my plans for you. But not just yet.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I can’t think of anyone better qualified…at least in these respects…than you. Do you accept?

DragonSypher (Kael): go for it Stacey!

Sochaia Doisech: I am sorry. My mind struggles to understand this. May I have time to consider?
Rashima Kerenmosa: How much time do you need?
Sochaia Doisech: An afternoon, Mother. I am sorry. So much has happened in the last day. I just need time to think.
Rashima Kerenmosa ponders for a moment.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): won’t i be chained to the tower if i am keeper? chained to the amyrlin?

Rashima Kerenmosa: Well, we don’t have much time left. If I must, I will tell you this much…you and your friends will be leaving the Tower tonight. I need an answer now. Or at least before my address at four o’clock.
Sochaia Doisech: I understand the need for a rapid response. I will think on this and return as fast as I can. Thank you for understanding, Mother. I hope this shows you I will take this appointment seriously. If I take it.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Yes. You are right, it is a lot to consider. But I don’t have a lot of time. WE don’t have a lot of time. So consider quickly. I hate to rush you, but it must be done. You’ll be leaving tonight. Keeper or no.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): See, i’m going to consult my warders, my friends.
Lanndon: Okay.

Sochaia Doisech: Thank you, Mother. Within the hour, if I can.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Get back to me before four. I am sorry I can’t give you more time.
Rashima Kerenmosa nods in understanding.

You leave the Amyrlin’s Study and seek out your warders. They are exactly where you left them….outside the Amyrlin’s Study, in the hallway.

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): afk

Sochaia Doisech attempts to shield the shock from being felt along the bonds with her warders, although it is surely too late.

Lanndon: Oh, and Terith is with them. He hasn’t left your side either, given what happened to Telandria and Tasalaya.

Sochaia Doisech looks at Ni’tareus, Kael, Sandulf, and Terith, one by one.
Sochaia Doisech: She has asked me to be Keeper.
Sochaia Doisech: She has also told me we will be leaving the Tower tonight.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: And this is an issue? That is a position of great influence.
Kael: A great honor. What did you tell her?
Sochaia Doisech: I confess I don’t know what to do.
Sochaia Doisech: A Keeper stays with the Amyrlin, doesn’t she? I know so little of Aes Sedai ways!
Terith: I care not for White Tower politics, but what does she mean we’ll be leaving?
Sochaia Doisech: Terith, I took it to mean we’ll be continuing our journey, our fight.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Yes, the Keeper of the Chronicles is the Amyrlin Seat’s right hand, so to speak.
Kael nods at Terith’s question.
Terith: I see.
Terith: So she isn’t banishing us.
Sochaia Doisech: If I am her right hand, am I not stuck by her side? I cannot bear the idea of politics and staying here while the fight is out there!
Sochaia Doisech gestures out the window.
Sochaia Doisech: No, not banishing us.
Sandulf Machera: a position of authority could be useful in your endevors.

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): :-D

Ni’tareus Kellemvor: You’ll just have to ask. And if you don’t like the idea, then refuse the positon. Simple, if you ask me.
Kael: If it comes to that, she can choose another to be her keeper.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor shrugs
Sochaia Doisech: She said I’d be leaving the Tower, Keeper or no. I think she means to allow me my fight.
Terith: I doubt she plans to give you…one of the Ta’veren…a desk job shuffling papers and wiping her backside when she needs it.
Kael: I agree.
Sochaia Doisech: I did not ask for this! Surely a woman who knows the politics of the Ajahs, the ways of the Tower, who knows how to bow and scrape, she should be Keeper.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Then I say take it. But be clear that you want to be out in the world where the war is.
Sochaia Doisech: I told her I wanted to fight.
Terith snorts
Sandulf Machera: no one of that position should never ‘scrape’
Kael barks a laugh, “If she doesnt like the way to perform the keeper’s job she will just find another to do her bidding.”
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Sochaia, you can’t be indecisive as an Aes Sedai. Keeper or no, you ARE Aes Sedai. Make a decision and stand by it. Don’t look back. Every Aes Sedai I have ever known has been this way. She will respect you no matter what decision you make.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: And he makes sense.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor points to Kael
Sochaia Doisech glares at Ni’tareus. “This is not indecision. This is trying to make the right decision.”
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: You don’t need us to tell you what to do. That’s all I’m trying to say. You know what you have to do. Inside, you do.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): oh, go put on more lipstick.

Sandulf Machera: well most aes sedai act as if whatever decision they make is right … no matter how wrong!
Sochaia Doisech nods.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor: Indeed they do. That is part of the mystique of an Aes Sedai. They are always in control, always in charge.
Sochaia Doisech: looks them each in the eye, shakes her head, and turns back to the door.
Kael nods in agreement with Sandulf.
Sochaia Doisech channels a sharp pinch on Ni’tareus’ hindquarters.
Ni’tareus Kellemvor rubs his hindquarters and gives Sochaia a frown.

You head back inside, and Endien shows you back into the Amyrlin’s study.

Rashima Kerenmosa: That was fast. I take it you’ve made a decision?
Sochaia Doisech: Mother, forgive my abruptness.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I would rather you be abrupt, in this situation.
Sochaia Doisech: I must know that I am free to continue my fight, that I am unrestrained by the politics of the Tower.
Rashima Kerenmosa smiles at Sochaia
Rashima Kerenmosa: Of course you are.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I will explain more later. For now, does this mean you accept?
Sochaia Doisech: What would be my role? Why choose me if you know I won’t be here? Am I to be beholden to you somehow?
Rashima Kerenmosa: Because I won’t be here either. You will join me in the battle against the Shadow, once Tar Valon’s full might is employed. Which will be very soon. But I said I would explain more later. For now, you have no tasks…just a title. One that will benefit from your Ta’veren nature as much as you will benefit from it.
Sochaia Doisech looks into the Amyrlin’s eyes.

DragonSypher (Kael): sweet! Power without responsibility! lol

Rashima Kerenmosa: Sochaia?


Sochaia Doisech: Do you speak truth to me, Mother? I will be free to fight as I need?
Rashima Kerenmosa gives Sochaia a very level look.
Rashima Kerenmosa: If this is too much for you, then simply decline. I told you that you would be free to go…tonight, when I reveal everything. Is that not good enough for you?
Sochaia Doisech nods.
Sochaia Doisech: Light, Mother. I accept.
Sochaia Doisech bows.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Good. I am glad. You may not believe it, but I think you’ll make a good Keeper. In time. For now…you have much to learn, but I will teach you. When you return.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Go ahead and find your warders. Assemble outside with the others at four o’clock. When the address is finished, I will send Ronan to find all of you, and we’ll get down to business. Yes?
Sochaia Doisech: Yes, Mother. I will do my best to serve the Tower.

DragonSypher (Kael): oh, and what about the secret weaves only known to the keeper? or the network of eyes and ears for information gathering? and the gold of the Tower will be nice too. :)

Rashima Kerenmosa: I know you will.

DragonSypher (Kael): and dont forget the sa’angreal and ter’andgreal lol
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): and moneys
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): surely i gets benjamins

She stands up and lets you kiss her ring. Rashima tells you that you will be raised during her address, for all of the Tower to see. Then she dismisses you and you return outside to the hallway. Before she let you leave, she told you to tell your warders to speak to no one that you would be leaving. She insisted that that part must be kept a secret…for your own safety.

Sochaia Doisech nods.

Each of you head back down, and wait for four o’clock to come around.

Four o’clock rolls around and the White Tower assembles outside as instructed by the Amyrlin. Each one of you is at the back of the neat rows of Aes Sedai, Novices, Accepted, and warders, and you notice that many Tower Guard soldiers are represented as well, forming neat ranks behind the Aes Sedai and others. Even Elia has found her way here, and she assumes a place next to Sandulf when she finds you.

Rashima Kerenmosa, the Amyrlin Seat, walks out onto the second floor balcony that stretches the length of the main entrance. She is attended on either side by every Sitter of all seven Ajah’s, who stand to her left and right. It is still bitterly cold, and the snow continues to fall.

Frost emanates from the Amyrlin’s lips as she begins to speak. “My sisters, warders, and soldiers of the White Tower…” She says in a voice amplified to a high level by the One Power. It is loud enough that she can be heard outside of the Tower Grounds, elsewhere in Tar Valon. The city itself sits quiet, and you are sure that the citizens of Tar Valon are listening attentively as well.

“….Citizens of Tar Valon…indeed, I speak to the entire free world. Let notice be given. Last night the Light won a great victory over the Shadow. Vandred Cazvalo and Aaryvn Malendre, two of the most feared and powerful dreadlords serving the Shadow, were killed in battle. Their attempt to destroy Tar Valon foiled, and their army scattered to the wind in defeat.”

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): lend me your ears.

Sandulf Machera smiles … thinks of how this is one of the few female friends of his who is still alive an sane

DragonSypher (Kael): lol

The gathered crowd of women, warders, and soldiers erupts in cheers. Most of the Aes Sedai are more reserved than that, but here and there some of them do clap, or nod in appreciation at the Amyrlin’s words. Out in Tar Valon you can hear people cheering as well, from all sides of the Tower Grounds. After a few moments, the cheering ceases, and the Amyrlin once again speaks, this time in a more reserved, serious tone.

“Approximately a month and a half ago, the Shadow once again roused itself from its slumber and laid an assault on the world not seen since the beginning of these “Trolloc Wars”. As of today, they have attacked every standing nation, and no man, nor woman, nor child is free from the threat they now pose. Al’Cair’Rahienallen has…sadly…fallen, as has Nashebar, and Hai Caemlyn."

The Amyrlin pauses a moment to survey the people in front of her, then she continues. “Let it be known throughout the world that none of you are alone. The Shadow tried to destroy us as well. And though we made the mistake of thinking we were safe hiding behind our walls, we had to learn the hard way that sometimes….sometimes there can be no place of safety when dealing with the treacherous snakes that serve the Dark One, and for better or for worse, sometimes you MUST stand up and defend yourself. If you have made this mistake in your own life, again, you are not alone. Aes Sedai, though we may seem like more at times, are still human. We make mistakes, but we learn from them. This was the lesson taught to all Aes Sedai in the White Tower last night. Sometimes you just have to stand up, look your enemy in the eye, and show him that you will not live in fear. You will fight. From this point forward, the White Tower will fight. We will march to war and meet our foes on the field of battle. To every man, woman, child, and Ogier out there, know this: We are coming, friends. You are not alone.”

The crowds cheer again. When the applause and cheering dies down, Rashima continues.

“Indeed, you most certainly are not. Not only do you have the full might of the White Tower at your side, but that of the very Light itself as well, which is a very powerful ally. As I speak, no less than six Ta’veren walk the world. There have been whispers of such, and I can confirm that the rumors are indeed true. Six Ta’veren, spun out by the Pattern during our time of greatest need. These heroes are the ones responsible for killing Vandred and Aaryvn. Earlier, they managed to kill Drue Raighan as well. Three powerful dreadlords and a whole host of lesser dreadlords, trollocs, myrddraal, and darkfriends. All dead at the hands of these Ta’veren. They are real, and they are on your side. You-are-not-alone!” The Amyrlin shouts.

When she does, the cheering coming from every living soul in Tar Valon can be felt right in your bones. Rashima stands with her fists on her hips, overlooking the gathered Aes Sedai and others.

When it finally subsides, the Amyrlin takes a breath, then changes topics. “Sochaia Doisech, come forward.”

You are shocked, standing near the back of the formation as you are. She never mentioned calling you out in front of everyone. Still though, you walk forward, taking the long walk up the steps of the White Tower so that you can stand as close to her as possible. The Amyrlin stares down from the balcony and watches you walk up.

“Sochaia Doisech, of the Green Ajah. You are a true asset to the White Tower, and a hero to all. Last night, Sochaia was one of three Aes Sedai to face the dreadlords and defeat them. She is newly raised to the Shawl, but has proven herself a very capable Aes Sedai. As my former Keeper was found to be a darkfriend, I hereby raise Sochaia in her place. A woman I know cannot serve the Shadow. Take a knee, Sochaia.”

You do, dropping to one knee. Yukina walks in from your right to bestow the green Keeper’s Stole on your shoulders, then hands you the staff of the Keeper of the Chronicles.

“Rise.” Rashima commands, and you do. “You are hereby raised as my new Keeper of the Chronicles. You will be raised properly in front of the Hall of Sitters shortly, but for now I want the world to take a look at you.”

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): steals a knee from a passing urchin.

The crowd stares silently out at Sochaia, but you can hear whispering being passed between novices and Accepted and some of the soldiers. Rashima turns her attention to the crowd, then speaks again.

“Sandulf Machera, Terith, son of Kadan, Kael son of Ashal, Ni’tareus Kellemvor, and Elia Savari. Come forward.” She says.

You stare at each other shocked. Why would she want to call each of you forward? Terith grunts when he realizes his name was included.

Each one of you walks forward, down the middle of the parted ranks of Aes Sedai, soldiers, and students. You step up onto the raised stairs and each take a knee, following Terith’s lead.

“Sochaia Doisech, along with each of these five individuals before you, are Ta’veren. Each one of them chosen by the Pattern to correct what is wrong with the world. Look on them well, sisters. For they are the hope of the world.”

For a moment, many of the assembled people simply stare, some of them awestruck. Others continue to whisper in each other’s ears, and for Sandulf at least, you can hear them speaking of Ta’veren and what this might mean for the war. It seems to be a long moment of stunned silence, one each of you can’t help but feel yourself. Why did the Amyrlin just show the world who you were? You were marked by the Shadow before, but revealing who you are and what you are only put each one of you in even greater danger. Surely she must realize this. Rashima hasn’t struck any of you as a foolish woman so far. But why? What is her reasoning behind this?

DragonSypher (Kael): raises his hands basking in the crowd’s adulation. “Thats right ya’ll!”

Then it dawns on you when the silence is suddenly broken by clapping. That clapping rises to a crescendo and is suddenly joined by cheering. For the six of you. To a man, every soldier assembled in front of you begins clapping and cheering. The Aes Sedai, who were too reserved for such a thing during the Amyrlin’s speech, begin clapping too, and some of *them even cheer. The novices and Accepted clap and cheer as well.*

Ni’tareus looks over at Sochaia and speaks, trying to keep his voice low enough for her to hear but having a hard time of it due to the thunderous applause. “Why? Why would she do this to us? Surely she knows this only makes it possible for every hidden darkfriend out there to know our faces now. Why?”

Terith…the last person you would expect to hear it from…answers. “Hope, swordsman. She’s giving them hope. And trusting the Pattern to keep us safe from the enemies that will now hunt us. It is a calculated risk, and one I don’t appreciate given my neck is one of those in the noose, so to speak.” He fingers the scar from where he was hanged once, not so long ago, then looks up at the Amyrlin and gives her a calculated look through his good eye. “Then again, the Shadow already knows our faces. Let the rest of the world see them too, and let them feel hope, if they can. The Light knows no one has felt such a thing in many, many years.”

Sochaia Doisech looks at Terith and nods.

Sochaia Doisech: and climbs a ladder to pinch his sweet cheeks.

The cheering finally fades as the Amyrlin raises her hands for quiet. “This is the gift of the Light, and your most powerful ally, friends. But they can’t do it alone. They need all of us as much as we need them. I want every one of you, from the eldest Ogier to the youngest child to realize that no one is alone. Not when we have each other. And together, we will defeat the Shadow and bring these Trolloc Wars to an end.”

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): ooc

The cheering resumes, but the Amyrlin speaks over it, using the Power to enhance her voice further so she can be heard. “Tomorrow the White Tower marches for war, just as the nations of Aelgar, Jaramide, Safer, Eharon, Essenia, and Coramanda do. And these six will march for their own personal war, one they intend to win. Together we will push the Shadow out of our lands and throw them back into the Blight where they belong. Let it be known from this day forward that the Light has come, and the Light will always repel Shadow.”

The cheering is intense, and each one of you feels the hair on your arms stand on end with the electricity of it. Not just the White Tower, but all of Tar Valon is charged by the speech, and the Amyrlin stands on the balcony with her arms raised in exhultation at the thrill of it. The cheering begins to fade and the Amyrlin gives your group a nod to signal that she is done with you. You step down off the stairs and resume your places back among the gathered throng.

“Today is a day of celebration for Tar Valon. Tonight, let there be feasting and joy. At nightfall, prepare for something spectacular. Enjoy your evening, citizens of Tar Valon. For tomorrow the real work begins. Tomorrow…tomorrow we go to war and seek vengeance for the harm brought on us by the Shadow.”

With that, the Amyrlin turns and walks off the balcony, with each one of the Sitters following her back inside. The crowds gathered outside begin to break up, with many of them passing each of you and patting you on the shoulder, or asking to shake your hand. Each one of you does your best to acknowledge each piece of gratitude as its bestowed on you, but then you all head inside. It is far too cold to remain out here.

When you reach the interior of the main entrance to the White Tower, Ronan Jafar, Master at Arms and one of Rashima’s warders, seeks you out.

“Your pardon, Sochaia Sedai. Rashima instructed me to find you and ask that you join her in the Library. You and all of your friends. Will you follow me?” he asks.

Sochaia nods, and the big warder leads your party out of the main entrance and down several corridors before arriving at the Library. Inside, Rashima is speaking with several Brown sisters as they concentrate on cleaning up the mess made during the fight here last night. She looks up and nods toward the corner of the library, expecting each of you to meet her there when she finishes with her meeting.

The Brown sisters nod to Sochaia, or Kael and Terith as each of you make your way through the library and take your place in the corner, near a large marble fireplace. You speak quietly with each other for about five minutes before Rashima arrives with Ronan Jafar and four other warders you only know from the battle in the basement last night. Each warder takes a place near a bookshelf, or doorway, or stairwell, in order to give the Amyrlin her space to speak with you. The Amyrlin is holding a yellowed piece of parchment in her hands delicately.

Rashima Kerenmosa: Thank you for coming, Sochaia. Since the library is closed for the time being, I felt this was the best place to meet with you. We have plans to make, as I told you earlier. Please…everyone, have a seat.

You take seats around the large table. Rashima’s warders watch to make sure that no one listens in from their places around the back corner of the library. Rashima takes a seat at the head of the table and weaves a warding meant to stop eavesdropping.

Rashima Kerenmosa: There. Now we have total privacy.
Rashima Kerenmosa steeples her fingers and rests her chin on them.

Sochaia Doisech: Weavesight -13, Weavesight 13, Weavesight +13 [1d2013 = 27]
Sochaia Doisech suddenly recognizes the weave.

Rashima Kerenmosa: First, let me apologize for revealing your…natures….to the world. I did it only because I think the world needs to see evidence that the Pattern truly is working to defeat the threat the Shadow poses. Word will spread of what was said and done, and…well, it is my hope that when the rest of the world learns of your existence, they’ll find hope. And courage to fight.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Yes, ordinarily that would mark each of you as a target for the Shadow, but you know what? You’re all targets already. It’s obvious the Shadow knows who each one of you are. They attempted to kidnap you last night, and if it weren’t for the blind luck of one darkfriend having a change of heart…which doesn’t happen often, mind…then today would be a day for mourning instead of celebration. The Shadow knows you…much better than the rest of the world knows you. And that is why I revealed who you were. I wanted the rest of the world to see that there are heroes fighting for them. And succeeding when everyone else is failing. The world needs hope right now, and the six of you are the best hope they have.
Sochaia Doisech nods to Terith. "Friend Ogier, you knew.’
Terith shrugs
Terith: It was easy enough to figure out, once I thought about it.

Lanndon: And considering I know the GM personally.

Rashima Kerenmosa: Now…the real reason for this meeting is this. I want each of you to return to your rooms and pack your things. You’re leaving tonight. I don’t know what the Pattern’s plans are for you, but I have some of my own that I would like to see fulfilled in the mean time. The first has been settled with the raising of Sochaia as my Keeper. The second…this one is more important. Not to demean Sochaia’s role as Keeper, but no Aes Sedai, not even myself, is more important that saving the world.

DragonSypher (Kael): perhaps you can ask the GM to improve your disposition and make you willing to be bonded too.
Lanndon: He will wear lipstick before he’ll let Sochaia bond him.

Rashima Kerenmosa: My second plan is to get that seal to safety. If what Sandulf told me is true, then the world is in even graver danger than I had initially feared. If the Shadow possesses four of the seven seals already, that leaves only three of them free in the world. And you brought me one of those three.

DragonSypher (Kael): so Terith is going into crossdressing before being a warder….that works. As long as he fights.
Lanndon: He’ll fight in a skirt, but he’ll fight.

Rashima Kerenmosa sighs

DragonSypher (Kael): whatever works. lol
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): as long as it’s really good lipstick

Rashima Kerenmosa: What I am about to tell each of you must be, as we say in the White Tower, “Sealed to the Flame”, meaning absolute secrecy must be maintained. I will need your oaths on it, here and now, before I go any further. Swear it under the Light, and by your hope of salvation and rebirth.

Sochaia Doisech so swears.
Rashima Kerenmosa nods to Sochaia
Terith gives his oath, as does Elia.
Kael hesitates, but swears.
Sandulf Machera swears
Ni’tareus gives his oath, and the Amyrlin nods at the last one.

Rashima Kerenmosa: As Amyrlin Seat, one of my titles has always been “Watcher of the Seals”. Titles are a funny thing. Common folk expect their “betters” to have at least one title, and the more powerful the ruler is, the more titles he or she must hold. The White Tower is not above such silly traditions, as Aes Sedai are still human, and they believe in the power of titles much in the same way a commoner would. However, that title…The Watcher of the Seals…is not for Aes Sedai to believe in, but the world itself. That title was given to the first Amyrlin Seat because the world needed to believe in the White Tower and our power.
Kael whispers to Terith, ‘So much for avoiding White Tower politics, huh."
Terith shrugs
Terith: It’s just an oath of secrecy. I don’t like talking much anyway, so it’s easy enough to give.
Rashima Kerenmosa: So…until now, “Watcher of the Seals” was simply one more of my titles. It was not a true function of my position. This title was given to the Amyrlin because…as the supposed heirs to all that the Aes Sedai of the Age of Legends possessed…surely we would possess the seven seals created by The Dragon when he sealed the Dark One in his prison over a thousand years ago. But this title…it was never very truthful. Not entirely, anyway.
Kael smiles and nods.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Oh, sure, at one point in time the White Tower did indeed possess three of the seven seals. Each one was scattered at the beginning of the Trolloc Wars during the first assault on the White Tower. The Amyrlin at that time feeling it was much safer to hide them away rather than keep them here in the Tower, just in case the dreadlords succeeded in their attack. She was wise to do so, but as it turned out…just as this latest assault failed…the first one failed and two that came after it failed as well. Still, it didn’t hurt to hide them away. Unfortunately, we suspected they were all taken. One was hidden in the mountain home of Manetheren, the strongest nation alive at that time. But when Manetheren fell, the seal itself was most likely found and taken. The second was given to the Ogier to hide. Sadly, one of their own, Nalhuin, son of Tree Blighter, stole that seal and gave it to the Shadow when he turned darkfriend. None can confirm that he is fully responsible, but it was known that he was in the same Stedding as the seal just before turning, and putting it altogether allows us to place the blame squarely on his shoulders. No offense, friend Kael, friend Terith. I know your kind do not like to speak of Ogier like Nalhuin.
Terith grunts
Kael frowns. “He is no tree brother, Aes Sedai.”
Rashima Kerenmosa nods at Kael
Rashima Kerenmosa: The third seal was hidden among the Atha’an Miere, kept on a great vessel and supposedly taken to Tremalking. The Sea Folk are a very secret people and will not allow Aes Sedai to travel on their ships. As a result, we do not know what happened fully. They won’t speak of it, but we suspect darkfriend betrayal on the high seas resulted in that seal disappearing. The Mistress of the Ships came to Tar Valon personally to apologize for losing it.
Rashima Kerenmosa: So I know where three of the four the Shadow has taken most likely came from. The fourth…I have no idea where it was found. We had never seen it. But they have four of the seven, which leaves the one you brought me, which we’ll call the fifth seal, and two others. Have a look here. The sixth seal…

Rashima stops to unroll the yellowed parchment she’s been holding, taking great care with the document not to stress it any more than necessary. She runs a finger along the script contained on the ragged document and stops when she finds what she is looking for. Sochaia, Ni’tareus, Sandulf, and Elia each rise out of your seats to take a closer look. Kael and Terith, who have been standing up until this point, gather closer to have a better look themselves.

Rashima Kerenmosa: If you will look….this is a fragmentary record kept in the highest repository here in the Library. It is so old that no one knows where it came from originally. However, it’s authenticity has been verified by Agalia Morisain, who was Head Librarian in the White Tower over seven hundred years ago. She was a noted researcher and historian and her opinions are highly regarded by the Brown Ajah. So I trust her opinion even if I never knew her personally.
Rashima Kerenmosa: This document makes mention that Aes Sedai from the Age of Legends…those that survived the War of the Power and at least the first part of the Breaking…may have given the sixth seal to the “…servants of the Servants…”. Notice that “servants” is capitalized once, but not both times. This is our first clue, as the captalized word implies something. Note that the term “Aes Sedai” is translated from the Old Tongue to mean “Servants of All”. So I believe that the fragmentary term “servants of the Servants” must refer to servants of the old Aes Sedai taking the seal and hiding it. Or…more likely…perhaps Lews Therin Kinslayer’s personal servants took it and hid it. We have no idea where though. Lews Therin’s palace was destroyed during the Breaking, and no one knows where it may have been. Perhaps that seal is buried in the ruins of that palace.
Rashima Kerenmosa: This document makes mention of the other seal…the seventh…as well. Here we have a mention of the seal being placed in “…a pool of pure radiance, so bright as to blind the Dark One on the Last Day when the Dragon returns.” Your guess is as good as mine as to where that could be. Most likely, given the sometimes prophetic nature of this document, this “pool of pure radiance” is purely metaphorical.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I believe the last two…the sixth and seventh…haven’t been found. And never will be. However, I don’t want to take any chances with the seals, as I’m sure none of you do either. If what Nevren told me is true, that Tinker mentioned something about collecting all seven seals and releasing the Dark One for good. They have four of the seals, according to Master Machera there. I have one, brought to me by all of you. And two are still hidden and will stay that way, the Light send it so.
Rashima Kerenmosa: If the Shadow has any inkling of this document, they may already have the clues they need to find those last two, and since I know of only one that most certainly isn’t in the Shadow’s hands at this point, that makes protecting this seal our highest priority. If it were me that the Pattern chose for this task, I would willingly do anything I could to protect it. I am hoping that each of you feel the same way.

Kael nods.
Rashima Kerenmosa: This is the reason for my request for your vows. The White Tower, nor the Amyrlin Seat, possess any of the seals…save for one. Can you imagine what would happen if the people learned that the Shadow may have as many as six of the seven seals on the Dark One’s prison?
Sochaia Doisech: Indeed.
Rashima Kerenmosa nods at her own words
Rashima Kerenmosa: What I am about to ask of you will be dangerous, and I cannot promise any of you will live through it. But I am going to entrust this seal with you….the ones the Pattern has chosen to do its work. I want you to return to your rooms and pack your things. Do it quietly and without telling anyone. Sochaia, you and your warders should refrain from telling any of your fellow sisters or warders that you are leaving and you should wait till the festivities begin later so that the Tower is mostly empty when you choose to leave. Anyone that sees you with saddlebags may ask questions, or note your going…and the last thing we want is for anyone to start following you
Rashima Kerenmosa turns to the Ogier
Rashima Kerenmosa: Masters Kael and Terith, I would ask that you do not speak to your Ogier friends. Write them a letter if you must say goodbye. For now, it is best if no one sees you leaving. And you…Elia Savari. You’ve been a valuable asset to the White Tower in recent years. I hate to lose you, but it seems you’ve been chosen by the Pattern just as these other five have. So I expect you to travel with them, and do your part, as you always have before.
Kael nods.
Elia Savari bows to the Amyrlin.
Terith nods to Rashima
Rashima Kerenmosa: When night has fallen, the Aes Sedai will begin a display with the One Power. You’ll know it when you see it. This is your cue to leave. If you do not have horses, take what you need from the Tower Stables. I will leave orders with the stablemaster that you will be coming and requisitioning horses. He won’t stop you. Once you have horses, head to the Waygate in the Ogier Grove and enter the Ways. I will give master Terith instructions on where you can find the seal once you’re inside. He or master Kael can read the Ogier guidings in the Ways and take you where you need to go.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Once you have the seal, I want you to travel to Stedding Jenshin, in Haddon Mirk. It is an Ogier Stedding a couple of days ride to the north of Tear. If master Kael or Terith need to rest in the Stedding for a night or two because of the Longing, let them, but do not tell anyone where you are going, and do not reveal your names. It is best if no one knows who you are until you’ve already left.
Rashima Kerenmosa: There is a human town a few miles outside of Jenshin called Maredi. Again, keep your identities hidden. Use false names if you must give your names. Create a reason to be traveling through town, and be prepared with a story to cover your identities if you need it. Sochaia, you will pass yourself off as a noble born lady, with each of these men your guardsmen. The Ogier will raise eyebrows if they are with you, so I suggest you enter at separate times and simply choose an inn “by coincidence”. Use messengers to contact each other if you must. Sochaia, remove your Great Serpent ring while in town, and have your warders remove their cloaks. Those items will only mark you and them as Aes Sedai and warder. I ask that you do these things to keep your identity hidden for now. The less the Shadow knows, the less danger you’re in of being followed, or attacked outright.
Rashima Kerenmosa: In Maredi, you can resupply if you need it. But also purchase a carriage. Something nice, if you can find it. Perhaps purchase a few dresses as well. The nicer they are, the better you’ll be able to pass yourself off as high-born. And if you have time, have someone paint a crest for your carriage.
Rashima Kerenmosa: After that…which may take a day or two…leave Maredi and head for Tear.
Sochaia Doisech: Mother, a question.
Rashima Kerenmosa slides a large purse and a scroll case across the table to Sochaia
Kael: Does this mean I will have to remove my armor?
Rashima Kerenmosa: Five hundred gold crowns. Spend it wisely. There are also letters of credit inside. Only use them if you need them. They’ll allow you to draw up to two hundred and fifty gold crowns at a time from any banker, should you need it. But again, only use them if you need them.
Rashima Kerenmosa looks at Kael
Rashima Kerenmosa: No. There are plenty of Ogier wearing armor. You should be fine wearing it.
Sochaia Doisech: Will it not be obvious that I am Aes Sedai and these are my warders? What woman travels alone with a group of men?
Kael: Good.

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): maybe Ni’tareus should act as your husband

Rashima Kerenmosa: You yourself were a merchant, were you not? Even merchants have guards, and the nobly born even moreso. It will not be suspicious.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): Or are you saying I look like I’ve aged, so nobody would ever mistake me for Aes Sedai? Hmm? Is that what you’re saying?
Lanndon: No, not at all :)
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): good.
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): ;)

Rashima Kerenmosa: Travel to Tear and present the letter in that case to High Lady Teslemine, of House Teslemine. Though many of the high lords and ladies of Tear have begun to secretly resent the White Tower for reasons I won’t get into here, she, at least, is a friend to the Aes Sedai. I ask that you keep her allegiance to the White Tower a secret. I don’t want to jeopardize such a valuable asset as one of the High Lords of Tear. King Estia Suleiamon may be the ruler of Essenia, but the High Ladies and High Lords are the real power there. To lose one such as she….well, we can’t afford that. Keep her identity a secret, thank you.

DragonSypher (Kael): Ni’tareus will be your husband and Sandulf your serving boy. lol

Rashima Kerenmosa: Now, this is where my plan may get complicated, and you’ll just have to use your best judgment in deciding how to proceed from here. That letter will grant you an audience with Mina, but she is but one High Lord out of twelve. As I said, the High Lords and ladies have begun to resent or distrust the White Tower. As such, they have begun to collect items of the One Power in the Stone of Tear in order to keep them from us. Items that rightfully belong to the White Tower. But rather than infuriate them more, I have chosen to leave these items be for now. Which is just as well, because it plays into my plans nicely. Contact Lady Teslemine and give her this letter. Without consent from the King himself, or that of at least seven of the twelve High Lords of Tear, no one can gain entrance to the Stone. And it just so happens that this “Great Holding” of ter’angreal is in the Stone. I want you to take the seal there and stash it amongst the gathered items of the One Power without anyone seeing you do it. We’ll hide it in plain sight, so to speak.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): lol
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): lanndon’s trying to push the story so that little quip disappears…
l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): nope ogier servants are a must

Rashima Kerenmosa: The Stone of Tear has been laid siege to three times since the Trolloc Wars began. And like Tar Valon, the Shadow has failed to take it every single time. It is an impenetrable fortress, so there is that protecting the seal. And then there is the fact that what the High Lords have been doing by hording these ter’angreal in their “Great Holding” isn’t widely known…yet. So the Shadow may or may not even know of its existence, but if they do, they will only know that it is a few crates and items of minor power or ability that can’t really help them. I know this much, so it is safe to assume that if the Shadow knows of it, they know that much as well.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Now, you’ll have to convince at least six other High Lords to grant you a visit to the Stone, but I believe if you are already playing the role of a nobly born “northerner” who is merely passing through and wishes to see this marvel called The Stone, you should be able to convince the High Lords to give you a tour. During that time, one of you can sneak inside and find this “Great Holding” and stash the seal there. Hide it with the other items of power, and when these trolloc wars end….and when or if the White Tower chooses to sieze this cache of ter’angreal…we’ll collect the seal then.

Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): such a simple plan. Can’t possibly go wrong.

Rashima Kerenmosa: Are there any questions?

DragonSypher (Kael): I have a question….

Sochaia Doisech: We are travelling and hiding a seal. When will we fight Laen?

l1wolf-WoT (Sandulf Machera): and it would have worked too except for those pesky kids … and their dog
DragonSypher (Kael): can i run Elle for the stealth mission? i miss draelin and it would be kind of fun to run her in his place.
Sochaia (Sochaia Doisech): I MISS DRAELIN, TOO!!

Rashima Kerenmosa: I can’t answer that. Hopefully not soon. He must be very strong to have captured two powerful Aes Sedai, don’t you think?
Rashima Kerenmosa: Anything else?
Sochaia Doisech: I think he’s a little boy who needs a paddling.
Sochaia Doisech: No, Mother. We have a job to do and we shall.
Rashima Kerenmosa: He needs to be Gentled. And executed. But a paddling wouldn’t be remiss.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Alright.
Kael: I will be happy to execute him.
Rashima Kerenmosa: I will have a map drawn up and given to Terith of where I’ve hidden the seal. This should be sufficient gold to cover any expenses during your trip, including purchasing a carriage and some fine dresses for our “lady Sochaia”. But really…I would suggest you come up with a different name. Given that I just announced to the world each of your identities, it won’t take long for Sochaia Doisech and her friends to become household names, will it?
Terith: As will I.
Sochaia Doisech: They shall name me Aeryx.
Rashima Kerenmosa: And with that, let me just add….what you’re doing, you do for the good of all mankind. And I thank you. Each one of you. The world will thank you too, one day.
Rashima Kerenmosa: Aside from dealing with Terith, I will not speak with any of you again. Sochaia, as my Keeper, I expect you to return to us. Do be safe out there, and when you’ve hidden the seal in the Great Holding….send word via pigeon. We’ll figure out how to reunite then. I have no idea where I will be by the time you get to Tear, but I will no doubt be on a battlefield somewhere. We’re going to have to play this one by ear for the time being.
Kael smiles, “I’ll hold him, and you chop him to peices.”
Terith: A good plan.
Terith nods
Rashima Kerenmosa: I wish you all the best of luck. And the Light be with you

Session October 16th, 2012 Chat Log

The Wheel of Time: The Trolloc Wars Soryn