The Dragon Reborn

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

The Battle at Dumai Wells is a total disaster. The asha'man suffer defeat at the hands of the Shaido and Tar Valon emmisaries. The Dragon is brought to Tar Valon.

perception checks:

perception checks
ryvin [dice]1d20+4[/dice]
litheene [dice]1d20+2[/dice]

keelix [dice]1d20+15[/dice]
vala [dice]1d20+10[/dice]
alathea[dice]1d20+5[/dice]
kodokura[dice]1d20+11[/dice]
rhoekk[dice]1d20+16[/dice]
fia[dice]1d20+17[/dice]
ryland[dice]1d20+13[/dice]

map of surrounding vicinity

battle map


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"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

litheene, mostly correct. i will say that you spent closer to an hour and a half getting to this point

meh, whats to tell. An amyrlin barely keeping her sanity, another attempting to tear the other down, who's to say who is who. I will say this, the rebel amyrlin Egwene is a firestorm of stubbornness and a willingness to use people and cast them aside. At night i sometimes hear women moaning from her quarters, and not the fun kind either. Jaspers eyes linger on litheene a moment, long enough for her to feel his stare.
Aside from that. a decree was made indicating that the lord dragon has accepted the hospitality of the White Tower and is seeking guidance from the Amyrlin Eladia. Out to the west, the Shaido move about very fast. one day they are in cairhein, the next they are in the Mirk. They seem to be consolidating power in the area of cairhein for some reason. strange. perhaps to punish those people? they havent even attempted to cross the river. The seanchan have taken amadica, but strangely, they seem to have taken an interest in the Children of Light. Last i heard, the Lord captain commander was supposed to be presented with a force of 3,000 seanchan fighters in an attempt to hunt down the aes sedai and other male and female channelers. Id love to see how the Children react to seeing channelers leashed.

As jasper talks, Zira and tali have wandered around the room a little bit. their progression has taken them to the rear, near a closed door. Zira instructs tali to open the door, and on silent hinges, the door swings open slightly.
BLOOD AND ASHES LOOK AT ALL OF THEM!!! tali says in surprise.

the light within this room spills into the next room revealed, and expecting a horde of trollocs with a thousand fades with draghkar and gray man mixed in, instead you see a single sliver of wall from the light you have.

There, upon the wall, are books. A lot of books.


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

"Well now," Ryvin says, her eyes widening when she sees the books. "I'd love to see the index for this lot."

Turning to Jasper, she grimaces. "That Egwene didn't make that friendly an impression on me when we met. I'm not surprised... As for the Whitecloaks -- a match made in the Pit of Doom, it seems - except they're big on absolute adherence to the law, too, so they might get along swimmingly. Never met a Shaido, so I wouldn't know about them."

Ryvin frowns. "Funny, ain't it, how women bound not to tell lies can still fling major falsehoods into the world? 'Accepted their hospitality and seeking guidance', my hairless rump."


Male Ogier Noble 4 Wanderer 4 Armsman 1 Master Treesinger 2 - 101/101 HP | 2 Free Re-Rolls

Amorial looks up at Tali's outburst hoping that there are no hordes of enemies to combat.

His eyes glaze over as the enemy turns out to be one of time. With so many books how could Amorial find the right one?

He begins to move to the doorway opened by the Seanchan with one eye greedily consuming the Children's Tales and the other scanning the shelves in the far room for one that jumps out to him as a likely candidate to be the one book that he needs.

On his way through the door he smiles at Tali, "Well done!" and moves past her and her Mistress.

Amorial seems to only have eyes for books and if he hears of the news being shared by Jasper it does not register on Amorial's face.

I guess a Perception check is in order.

Perception 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

Rizzen:
Nothing useful from the Children's Book thus far?


Male Human (Midlander) Wolfbrother 9/Blademaster 2; Init +4; Senses: Low-Light Vision, Scent, Sense Emotion, Perception +15; AC 23 (+2 Dex., +11 Def. bonus); HP 129/129; Fort +13; Ref +8; Will +11

Keelix finally re-sheathes his sword, staying close to Ryvin and watching the newcomers and the Seanchan carefully.


HP 156/156 | AC 32 (T 25, FF 28) | CMD 33 (35 vs. Disarm/37 vs. Grapple) | F +8 | R +13 | W +8 | Init +8 | Per +19 Aiel

Rhoekk takes a moment from his vigil to glance at Ryvin, looking her up and down, and then up and down again.

"Your rump looks fine to me... though I have not yet seen you in the sweat tents, so it is difficult to be sure. I was unaware wetlander women were sometimes hairy; those I have had the chance to spend time with so far were not thusly burdened. Perhaps you will educate me, when time and safety allow."

Turning to to Amorial next, and without a hint of shame on his face given his prior assessment, he says, "Alantin, in what language are these books? I think it prudent to watch the door, but if you need another versed in the old-tongue, I can assist you."


Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

At Tali's outburst, Chen's hand flies to his sword. He follows Amorial into the room quickly, not stopping to look at books, but to go further in and discover if it truly is safe.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

Alathea, too, jumps at Tali's shout. Although her heartbeat quickly returns to a normal rate, she stays alert as she follows Chen into the room. Like him, she does not stop to inspect the trove of books, but stays close behind his massive form. Away from the eyes of Jasper and Kodokura, she surrenders to saidar. Though Kodokura's shield lasted only minutes before he released it, the feel of the One Power once again at her touch is especially sweet.


Male Ogier Noble 4 Wanderer 4 Armsman 1 Master Treesinger 2 - 101/101 HP | 2 Free Re-Rolls

Rizzen:
Are all of the books in old tongue?


Male Human Wilder 8/ Asha'man 2/ Armsman 2 (hp: 69/69)

His mind still reeling from the onslaught of bizarre but incomplete information just presented to him, Kodo follows the others through the door. The flame and the void, he repeats to himself in his mind, saidin at his fingertips.


Female Human Seanchan Wilder 2 / Initiate 3 / Aes Sedai 6

Litheene follows the others to the room, having said what she wanted, and learned from Jasper that the situation is pretty much unchanged, she focuses on the new books right away, scanning through them.

Should I roll again, or apply the previous rolls to those books, as I got no results from the previous attempts yet (or did I?)


Init +5, HP:180/180; AC:21(24), F:10,R:10, W:4:Senses:Low Light Vision, Scent, Perception: +20

Ryland follows the others remaining close to Fia. The wolf lord's sword remains in his hand.


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

litheene: your first attempt didnt find any books concerning what you are looking for

amorial: a majority of the books are in the old tongue. some are in various versions of the common language. think old english, middle english, and modern english.

childrens book:

chapter 1: Merk and Captin Ism
chapter 2: Mok befriends Equas
chapter 3: the touch of minos
chapter 4: The wings of man
chapter 5: grim tails of fair
chapter 6: the bogman

everyone flows into the room, and the light flickers as they move about, causing shadows to jump and dance. Yet as everyone stares about in awe, there is no threat to be found.


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

Ryvin raises an eyebrow at Rhoekk and says, in a carefully neutral tone: "Someday, Rhoekk of the Jagged Spire Sept of the Tardaad Aiel, somewhere. As for hairy women - you've obviously never met my aunt Fred."

Almost a direct quote from the Wheel of Time, 'someday, somewhere' is the polite Aiel way to say "No way in the Pit of Doom, buddy!" ;)

"Alathea, Fiallain, Litheene -- do any of you know the weave that conjures those cheerful little balls of light? I could make some fire, but this hardly seems the right place for it..."

[ooc]DM Rizzen, are there any books on the theory involved in the creation of new weaves...? ;)]/ooc]


Human (Aiel) HPs 90/142 || AC 23 || F 13 || R 12 || W 13 || Percept 18 ||
Spoiler:
Weaves Remaining: 5/6 0lvl; 5/6 1st; 5/5 2nd; 3/4 3rd; 2/4 4th; 2/2 5th; 0/1 6th

"I can.. or I could." She sets the book she had picked up back on the shelf - she couldn't read it anyway, given its age and language - and closes her eyes, shutting out the rest of the world. Gingerly, very gingerly, she tests herself, opening just the tiniest hint to saidar, ready to close herself off at the hint of sickness.

Because hey, she doesn't know about the countdown clock with x hours remaining to go. ;)

"It is a simple thing really," she says with a hint of frustration in her voice. "A few threads of fire and air woven in a sphere as if a ball of yarn."


Female Human Seanchan Wilder 2 / Initiate 3 / Aes Sedai 6

Checks on the new books:
Arcana:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Age of Legends:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

Without losing sight of the shelves, Litheene responds to Ryvin's query. Of course Weaving fire and air to create heat less light, fixating it near the center of the room, and tying it off.
Light level 2+1 (for fixed) using a 1st level slot


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

Alathea looks over her shoulder towards Ryvin. Her voice curious, she asks, "You cannot make light? But that is the first thing we are taught in the Tower, yes?" With the wave of her hand, she weaves to create a light alongside Litheene's.

Turning back to Chen, Alathea lays a hand on his elbow. "It must be difficult to be in a strange land, yes? Do you miss your home?"

Alathea is using a level 0 weave with the sa'angreal to cast a stationary level 3 Light weave.


Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Chen glanced down at the small woman. "It is difficult." he said in a deep voice that may have been intended for her alone if that level of quietness had been possible coming from such giant lungs.

"I often think of the other Gardener's, but of course my own duty comes first. I also ponder as to how the people of this land, descendent as the Seachan are from Artur Hawkwing, came to be so divided and un-unified. It seems strange that so many know not their place or purpose and put their own selfish needs ahead of the greater good." he ponders at some of the books.

"I've lived a long time, and I've accepted that my home is where my duty takes me. To indulge in anything else is a weakness I cannot tolerate within myself."


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

"Un-unified?" asks Alathea. "But why should we not be? In your land, do the people in the far north live differently than the people who live in the south? They may share an Empress, but they have different customs and follow different beliefs, yes? Are they truly unified as one people?" She shakes her head. "In your lands, Hawkwing's children held on to their rule. In mine, they did not. That is the only difference between being unified and not, yes? And what is the greater good, then? In your land, it is what your empress says. But everyone has their own idea of what it is, yes? With no empress to tell us so, we still disagree with who is right and who is not."


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

i am leaving for a trip this weekend at noon. so no posting from me today.


Human (Aiel) HPs 90/142 || AC 23 || F 13 || R 12 || W 13 || Percept 18 ||
Spoiler:
Weaves Remaining: 5/6 0lvl; 5/6 1st; 5/5 2nd; 3/4 3rd; 2/4 4th; 2/2 5th; 0/1 6th

Have fun Rizzen!

Fiallain snorts. "Isn't 'unified' essentially just a fancy way of saying 'you belong to and serve me'?? From what I have seen even of the wetlands, it is mostly a means of concentrating power and control in the hands of a select few, based on accident of birth. Whether those 'few' are competent or trustworthy enough to hold that power doesn't seem to factor into things. I imagine it is much the same in your Seanchan, only on a larger scale, with more land and more people to be controlled. Seems foolish to me."


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Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Chen taps his mask thoughtfully, "You are called Fiallain yes? Showing respect and deference to The Blood doesn't convey ownership. The people of Seachan are not da'covale and even being da'covale doesn't mean one is poor or disrespected. In fact many of the Blood's da'covale the so'jihn hold more influence and wealth than free peoples. And besides that, lottery of birth as you call it, may give someone, even a future empress a chance, but if they prove unworthy, the fierce competition among The Blood and even the Imperial siblings, would remove them as candidates. True social order doesn't come without the hard lesson of morality based in duty."

He turns to Alathea. "I would say the greater good is the safety of people. In Seachan, there are no shadowspawn, crime is low. People are generally safe. Those with inhuman power are not left to wander, to twist nations." he glances at those in the party that can channel, especially the men, uneasily.


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

"Instead, they are stripped of humanity and treated as less than animals," Ryvin says, glancing at Chen. "One day, Gardener, someone is going to break the order of your Empire. It won't take as much as you'd like to think. And when the collars come off and the damane learn that they have been tormented for the sake of lies, their slavery will give birth to madness, and your Empire will end in torment and blood. Not because the insanity was always there, but because the sul'dam PUT it there. I certainly know I learned lessons about madness while I was locked in those filthy collars that were completely new to me."

Ryvin gives the Ogier a hard, mirthless smile, then turns back to perusing the books' spines.


Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Speaking in a scholastic tone, Chen doesn't engage emotionally the easily angered woman. Instead he simply responds. "Expected words from the embodiment of the very madness you threaten. Your threats are empty. The empress owns the majority of the da'mane and even without the leash, even knowing the supposed lies, those da'mane would willing die before accepting your highly dangerous "freedom" because they know in their heart's what you know deep within you. That we are right. That what you are and can do is unnatural. If you could be trusted to act correctly, perhaps you would be. But countless centuries of wars and the implementation of weaponizing the so called channelers have taught us beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you and those like you cannot be trusted with the power given you by your "accident of birth" so we remove the responsibility of your power, and give it to those who respect their duty and if ordered to die for a failure or in defense of an objective, would do so, without unleashing the cataclysmic forces at their disposal. Were you trained to manage your power? You cannot even control your own emotions. Are you so delusional that you cannot see the danger in that to all who are around you? Your friends and loved ones? Wouldn't you sleep better at night knowing that with the leash, they would be safe? The burden of responsibility would be alleviated from you.


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Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

Alathea frowns at Chen's response. "Ryvin speaks in anger, but she is at least partially correct. For those of us who drew the lots that grant 'inhuman power', as you say, is there ever a chance to prove ourselves worthy? A way to prove ourselves trusted to act correctly? If there is, I have not heard of it, yes? Does not the duty shown by the women you chain also beget morality, or do only certain types of duty count?"

After a moment's pause to emphasize her words, Alathea speaks again. "I cannot blame you for believing as you have been taught, but neither can I accept your words as truth, yes? I agree that the needs of the many come before the needs of the few, but I cannot believe that enslaving others and treating them as less than human is the way to the common good. And neither would I sleep better at night. Even if I knew that my loved ones were safe from what you see as my volatile ability. If they are taken from me and I from them so that we may love no more, what then is their safety worth to me?"


Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Chen seems taken aback by Alathea's question. He ponders a moment. "To me, on a personal level, yes, one such as you could prove yourself worthy. To the Seachan, no. They make a judgment of you based on those that came before you, as mankind is oft to do. You judge us, or any from any country, based on traditions and history. It is much the same in Seachan with da'mane. It may pain you to know that in my country, loving one such as yourself, is considered worse than having relations with an animal. As a non-human, I think that being a non-human is not such a negative thing, humans think quite highly of themselves.."

A sad tone enters his voice. "If being apart from the ones you love devalues their safety. Then you never loved them in the first place, and you only selfishly value how their love makes you feel."


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Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

Ryvin calmly walks up to Chen and looks him in the eye. In the eyes of any woman who can channel, she is first blazing with saidar - and then she lets go of the Source. She just stands there, hands folded chastely at her waist -- and somehow grotesque in contrast with her chainmail vest and the spiked dog's collar at her throat.

"Look in my eyes," she says in a pleasant tone of voice. "Do you see the madness? Yes? I can see it every time I look in a mirror. There was a time when this was not so. Oh, I have always had issues with anger, I was always stubborn. But there was a time when I could look in the mirror and just see... me.

Yes, I was taught to discipline myself. I was taught that long before I first learned I could use saidar. I was going to be my Da's apprentice, you see. I was going to be a caravan guard and help bring the wares my Ma and sisters made brought safely to our customers."

A brief, fleeting smile skitters across Ryvin's face. The next moment, her face is so empty of emotion that the notion of a smile seems ridiculous.

"When I was dragged from my home by the Aes Sedai, they taught me to discipline my use of saidar as well. I despised every moment of it, not because I did not see the need to control something as potentially dangerous as the One Power, but because I loathed all the politics that surround what the White Tower does. Right is right, wrong is wrong, and people should not dance around that with considerations of power, influence and gain. Or they should not have to."

Ryvin's expression does not shift, but her eyes blaze into Chen's.

"When they kicked me out, the Aes Sedai at least granted me that I was safe for the people around me. And so I was. I was angry, I was sad, but I never once considered taking it out on someone else. My failures were mine; they were not something I would drown in the blood of my loved ones or that of perfect strangers. The only ones who would have needed to fear me were Shadowspawn or criminals out to do me harm."

Keelix:

For a moment, something squirms through the bond. There is no real word for it. Part madness, part fury, part despair, all twisted up like brambles, it surges -- and is pushed down.

"And that is exactly what happened," Ryvin continues, her voice a monotone. "People I had never met; people I never even knew existed; people to whom I had done no harm; whose property I did not covet; whose lives meant nothing to me. These strangers came out of nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, and attacked me without any provocation. I tried to run. I tried to hide. I tried to set up barriers to defend myself. None of it mattered. Only when I was backed into a corner did I try to fight, but I was run down and shielded before I could do any harm.

Do you have any idea of the things the sul'dam do? Your people clapped me in a collar and tortured me until I did as they told me to.

I felt myself, my sanity, slip slowly away over months. Pieces, nibbled away over hours of screaming under the collar while that sul'dam laughed.

I have always had anger issues, but I never considered becoming a tool for the death of dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions... as soon as someone else crooked a finger. Or applied a whip to my mind. Your Empire took it as a given that I would do such things for them."

Ryvin smirks, the emotionless mask shattering into contempt.

"What madness there is in me, Gardener, was put there by your people, not by my birth or my training before the collar. It is the madness of pain, the madness of hatred for those who trample the lives of others. The ones who broke me into so many pieces that I couldn't put myself back together exactly the way I once was.

I was born to be a warrior, I was always stubborn, but your people made me Morilan. I am not the mass-murdering monster your sul'dam were grooming me to be, though, because I will that it shall not be. My temper flares, my mouth runs, but I have not sought out people to murder to assuage my wrath. That is me, not some self-righteous sul'dam, lying about the true nature of her power. If I kill, then I kill in self-defence or the defence of my comrades - or indeed, in defence of the whole world these days. I may be angry when I kill, but I do not kill out of anger. Can you even understand what that means?

Yes, Gardener, there is a terrifying madness in me. But it is not in every woman who can channel. It was not even in me until the Seanchan Empire put it there. And yet it does not come out because I will not allow it."

Ryvin whispers the last words, aimed only for Chen's ears: "Will you and your loved ones sleep sweetly in the knowledge that my will is what prevents me from becoming the monster you fear in the depths of your heart? And that it was your kind who awoke that black beast in my heart?"

The Ebou Dari turns and walks back to the books, saidar flaring around her once again. For a few moments, red sparks and black flecks swarm like hornets through the white aura before it settles down to its normal brilliance.


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Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Chen looked down at the girl. Truly down. He was more than twice her height. And he did look in her eyes and see the madness there. The scene reminded him of an angry child staring up with resentment at a stern father.

He knelt into a battle meditation pose. Resting on his knees and hands on his hips. He was still seven feet tall in that position. But it brought him much closer to her eye line.

"I'm sorry your training was so difficult for you. he sighed.

"But is it torture to break a stallion? Or to train a dog? Is man so different? You were subjugated to a simple reward and punishment system to shape behavior, much like any soldier, and it worked. The Sul'dames didn't break you girl, no, they merely exposed what was within you. Under their instruction you flailed, like a stray dog that doesn't know that being captured is what is best for it in the long run. You only sought to flee or fight, the basest of your instincts. And when the Sul'dames educated you, you didn't accept responsibility. You struggled, with a childish like arrogance. You feared the collar girl, not because it cost your freedom, but because it proved your madness, your darkness, the animal within you. It is why we train you, why you are a weapon, it is your use. It is why we don't collar his kind."

Chen gestures to Kodokura and Jasper.

"Their madness is guaranteed, and no amount of behavioral modification can prevent that. The madness within. Every woman that can channel. The collar is a mirror that strips away the walls you have constructed to hide you own mind from the knowledge of truth, so frightened of the light are you, that you've sewn shut your eyes.

He matches her whisper.

"Your will cannot prevent you from becoming what you already are. It may fight against the monster, but if we awoke the beast, it was already there."


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

"You misunderstand me, Chen," Alathea sighs. "Perhaps I spoke poorly, yes? Do you have a loved one? You have a mother and a father, at least, and maybe other family. I hope that you love at least some of them. If you were taken from those you love, never to see them again, or if you did see them for them to see you as something alien, something incapable of being loved, would you not wish to never have loved them than to suffer love lost? Lost for nothing you can change about yourself, yes?


Male Ogier Noble 4 Wanderer 4 Armsman 1 Master Treesinger 2 - 101/101 HP | 2 Free Re-Rolls

Amorial turns to Rhoekk, "Your help would be greatly appreciated my Friend. These are books you should be able to read if you can read old tongue. In addition, other titles use the common tongue, some of different dialects but all should be available for us to peruse. You know what I seek".

Amorial with one eye up and one eye down begins to scan the shelves with my Perception check from last roll or should I roll another for a book with a relevant binding or title.

His other eye flips to the last chapter in the book he holds, which seem to be the most promising of the bunch, the bogman.


Human (Aiel) HPs 90/142 || AC 23 || F 13 || R 12 || W 13 || Percept 18 ||
Spoiler:
Weaves Remaining: 5/6 0lvl; 5/6 1st; 5/5 2nd; 3/4 3rd; 2/4 4th; 2/2 5th; 0/1 6th

"What I have heard you say, Chen of the Seanchawn, is that a human being is ultimately no different than one of your wetlander horses or dogs, and that it is acceptable to turn a human into a pet slave, especially when you are afraid of them or of their power simply because you do not wield or approve of what the weave gave them."

"I am no dog, nor are any of those here. By your own logic, we should train your empress to be our pet because of the power she wields which we do not. After all, it is something we who value our humanity should fear, is it not? That fear makes it justifiable to you. No. Be thankful we are not like you. If there were madness in us, the world would have been broken a second and third, many times over. There have been women channelers running 'loose' for untold millenia. When did this madness happen? Foolishness. Utter foolishness."


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

"The two of you are wasting your breath on it," Ryvin says to Alathea and Fiallain. "He's got the same madness as me, he just approaches it from the other end. I can only imagine how badly the Seanchan worked over his ancestors to mold them into such perfect slaves. It's a pity; withou the Emoire corrupting him from before the cradle, he might have been an Ogier. Now, he's just a Gardener; a killing slave."

Ryvin smirks at Chen. "Thank you for at least not lying about the fact that it is the Seanchan Empire that brought out the darkness in me. It is the first truth you have admitted to that I can recall."


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

Alathea levels a flat look at Ryvin. "If I choose to waste my breath, as you say, in speaking with Chen, it is my choice, yes? I do not need your approval to do so. I agree with much of what you say, and find aspects of his empire abhorrent, but that does not mean that I cannot speak to him in a civilized manner, yes?"


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

"Of course," Ryvin says, sounding slightly surprised. "I would not dream of stopping you from doing as you wish. Why would I?"


m human, Andorian Asha'Man

because you are afraid. you are afraid that others might actually look at the idea of using all female channelers in this method. But you are also afraid at the idea that they would do so, yet not utilize the same practices that the Seanchan use. They use the scourge and flail to break your mind and remake you. very quick and to the point.
But what would happen if someone started collaring women, yet they held the collared women to a higher ideal. instead of viewing it as protecting the many at the sake of the few or one, you could see it as elevating the rare individual that can channel but at the cost of their own individuality. they are instead taught that they are the greater sum of humanity, and as such are held to a higher ideal, one where they, the channeler, are the equal to multiple people, and as such they naturally represent the lessors, BUT they are taught how to remove their own individuality to serve the greater good. A beneficial self-sacrifice. But in order to be stripped of individual, you, the channeler, must be willing to don the collar. For the collar is the ultimate sign of self-sacrifice, where one puts the good of the many over themselves, while the greater populace recognizes the rare individual and places the few or one individual into a position to enhance humanity.

Pulling a book out, jasper leans against a shelf and begins to peruse the inside.


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"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

books found:

Observations of tree singing
ta'averen: will it change you?
A game of swords: how to play
tel'aran'roid: a cautionary tale
a dissertation on the placement of portal stones within the wheel and how each directly affects the pattern
the life of Jain Farstrider
The creator, the wheel, and the pattern
Saidar and Saidan: strengths and weaknesses
The Body and how it works: scientific research and its effects upon the human body
Ogier: friend or foe
A day in the life of an aiel


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

"Hello, hello, hello!" Ryvin says, whistling at some of the titles.

"Keelix," she says, pointing A game of swords, "we have some reading to do. And this book on Portal Stones will be invaluable!"


Male Human (Midlander) Wolfbrother 9/Blademaster 2; Init +4; Senses: Low-Light Vision, Scent, Sense Emotion, Perception +15; AC 23 (+2 Dex., +11 Def. bonus); HP 129/129; Fort +13; Ref +8; Will +11

Keelix retrieves the indicated volumes and waits.


Female Ebou Dari Wilder 7/(former potential) Aes Sedai 4
current stats:
hp 50/59, weaves remaining 6/6/6/4/4/2/1

With a sad shake of her head, Alathea leaves Chen to his thoughts and wanders over to the books. She looks at them without comprehension--her mind is not on the task. Almost unconsciously, she looks over to spy at Kodokura...or at least, this world's version of him. When she realizes what she's doing, she quickly looks back to the books and tries again to concentrate on them.


Male Human Wilder 8/ Asha'man 2/ Armsman 2 (hp: 69/69)

Kodokura ignores the philosophical discussion between Chen and the female channellers - what purpose is there for an asha'man to consider but to see The Lord Dragon fulfil his destiny? - and moves warily to the bookshelf. Jasper seems comfortable and totally in control. Still, the mood here is... tense. No harm in staying alert and watching his back, and mine also.

He reaches for a book and opens it, but feeling eyes upon him, he glances around at the company, but everyone seems to be focused on the books. His eyes settle momentarily on Alathea, and as they do, he feels something of a tug on his mind. He tries to piece together the snippets of the previous conversation to make sense of her words, and this strange situation in general. Her reaction when I entered... How does she know me? What does it mean? He muses on the tiny woman for a moment, then realises he is staring, and forces his eyes and mind to return to the book in his hands.

Checking out "Saidar and Saidan: strengths and weaknesses ".


Male Ogier Noble 4 Wanderer 4 Armsman 1 Master Treesinger 2 - 101/101 HP | 2 Free Re-Rolls

As Amorial absorbs the tale of the "the Bogman" he also picks up several promising titles, handing on to Rhoekk, "the life of Jain Farstrider"

"A wanderer such a Jain may have heard of our quarry in passing, this may not give us what we need but may well reference another tome to be located".

Amorial then picks up "Observations of tree singing" slipping in into his large packet for later consumption.

With his second hand and other eye he attempts to read "The Body and how it works: scientific research and its effects upon the human body" postulating that perhaps this Grey Man was once mortal.

While Rhoekk may Dance the spears on the battlefield with few rivals, Amorial's Library skills are unmatched even by his own peers. Who but the most diligent Ogier could read two books written in the Old Tongue at the same time!

Need I make any checks Rizzen?


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

yes let's see a check. itll represent if you understand what you are reading, and let's say that since you are attempting to read two books at once, add a -10 modifier to the knowledge check

rhoekk:

as you stand near the door opening of the library, you hear the distinct sound of a floor board creaking as a weight is applied to it and then lifted off of it. it is coming from beyond the room you were just in. perhaps the hallway?


Human (Aiel) HPs 90/142 || AC 23 || F 13 || R 12 || W 13 || Percept 18 ||
Spoiler:
Weaves Remaining: 5/6 0lvl; 5/6 1st; 5/5 2nd; 3/4 3rd; 2/4 4th; 2/2 5th; 0/1 6th

Fiallain eyes Jasper briefly and shakes her head. It is clear from her expression that she would disagree, but equally apparent that she was simply too tired to press the point. As the others begin to drift away, she does as well.

At Ryvin's outburst, Fia smiles. "That does sound helpful! Maybe there is something about mirror worlds too. Not that I can read them anyway, but if there is something about Tel'aran'rhiod, I would be interested in it as well."

The Aiel then turns and looks about for Ryland. She gives a start of surprise when she discovers him practically on her heels. "I am not much use here. I may as well try to get a few moments of rest while I can. Wake me if I am needed?"


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

as you all begin to move apart, as apart as you can get within a 10ft by 10ft room, you begin to pick up on something. at first you cannot put your finger on it. but its there, subtle. Is it this room? no it is not. what is it? you inhale in frustration, and your nose is suddenly filled with the smell of cooking. meat on a fire, spices and vegetables in a stew. As your mind processes this interesting fact, your stomach grumbles, reminding you it has been a while since your last good meal.

But where is the smell coming from?
perception checks dc 20

making the dc:

your nose leads you to a wall, the northwest corner. there, the smell is the strongest.


Female Human Wilder 11 / Armswoman 1; Init +3 (+1 Dex., +2 Duelist feat); Senses Perception +4 Defense 26 (+1 Dex., +11 Def. bonus, +4 chain shirt) hp 65/97 Fort +11; Ref +8; Will +11

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Ryvin stuffs the two books she had been perusing into her pack and draws her longsword again. Her expression dark, she says: "We are not alone in this place. Litheene, how long until we can 'Gate out?"

She points her sword at the northwest corner. "Smell's coming from there. Might be a door."

We're all going to look really silly if this turns out to be the Randland equivalent of a Mage's Mansion and the Unseen Servants are trying to make us happy... ^^;


HP 156/156 | AC 32 (T 25, FF 28) | CMD 33 (35 vs. Disarm/37 vs. Grapple) | F +8 | R +13 | W +8 | Init +8 | Per +19 Aiel

Rhoekk spins back towards the door where the party entered the room, tossing the book back to Amorial as he moves (sacrilege!). In the blink of an eye his veil is in place and his spears and buckler in hand.

He hisses a warning to the other occupants of the room with a harsh and muffled whisper. "Hsst! A noise in the hall! Black-coats - was there anyone else with you?"

He positions himself next to the door, covering the entrance so that he might strike at anything that tried to enter and approach his allies. He tries to peer out stealthily, but without stepping right in front of the doorway or revealing himself. He attempts to determine the source of the sound...

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 191d20 ⇒ 4 Hmm, worse than my 'Take 10' value that would have keyed me to the sound in the first place...


Male Ogier M Ogier Armsman 12|AC 33 (T 17 FF 31)|CMD 36 | HP 168/168 | F +13 R +8 W +5 |Init +2 | Perc+13 | Weave Resist 25

Chen spins at the warning. It was much to cramped in here for him to draw his sword.

With a flick of the wrist, a "dagger" the size of a shortsword for anyone else shoots out of the wristguard of his armor.


Male Human (Midlander) Wolfbrother 9/Blademaster 2; Init +4; Senses: Low-Light Vision, Scent, Sense Emotion, Perception +15; AC 23 (+2 Dex., +11 Def. bonus); HP 129/129; Fort +13; Ref +8; Will +11

Perception:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23.

Keelix moves towards the corner, leaving Rhoekk to evaluate the threat from behind. He begins to search for a hidden door or to otherwise find the source of the smells.

Perception:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19.


Male Ogier Noble 4 Wanderer 4 Armsman 1 Master Treesinger 2 - 101/101 HP | 2 Free Re-Rolls

Amorial reads both Tomes at once feeling the pressure of time weighing down on him based on Litheene's pronouncement.

The Bogman - Knowledge Age of Legends 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

The Body and how it works: scientific research and its effects upon the human body - Knowledge Age of Legends 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Perception 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

As Amorial reads the smell distracts him from his reading, his stomach growls in response to the strong aroma.

"Perhaps I should rest my eyes and pick this back up after we have eaten. Is such a thing safe in this place?" Amorial searches his memories for lessons regarding food created through magic. Knowledge Age of Legends 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26

"Noise Rhoekk, with that smell, how can you hear anything?" the hungry Ogier's stomach growls again and he looks sheepishly at the Aiel warrior.


Female Human Seanchan Wilder 2 / Initiate 3 / Aes Sedai 6

Apologies for the delay, posting today in a few hours.


Human (Aiel) HPs 90/142 || AC 23 || F 13 || R 12 || W 13 || Percept 18 ||
Spoiler:
Weaves Remaining: 5/6 0lvl; 5/6 1st; 5/5 2nd; 3/4 3rd; 2/4 4th; 2/2 5th; 0/1 6th

At Rhoekk's hissed warning, Fia wistfully abandons thoughts of her catnap and flows immediately into a combat stance. Her right hand rests instinctively on the hilt of her knife and, despite the fatigue encircling her eyes, she gives every impression of a coiled spring ready to snap into action.

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