Aes Sedai Quest [Wheel of Time]
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redzonejoe
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@butchock ... Okay, ignoring the mind thing. That's silly.
The 'Maker' is totally Dragon age. We believe in a 'Creator' and, iirc, the Creator just kinda went off and did its own thing. No need to worship or praise or thank it. Dude made the universe and left us on our own
In other words, no. Nobody in this world wakes up thanking a missing God.
Feel free to rub my face in it if I'm wrong
The 'Maker' is totally Dragon age. We believe in a 'Creator' and, iirc, the Creator just kinda went off and did its own thing. No need to worship or praise or thank it. Dude made the universe and left us on our own
In other words, no. Nobody in this world wakes up thanking a missing God.
Feel free to rub my face in it if I'm wrong
Choo Choo
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Redzonejoe's right; everyone believes in the Creator, and praise/bless/thank the Light or what have you, but there's no overt worship or any sort of organized religion. On the other side of the coin you've got Darkfriends that, for all that they go on and on about the Great Lord of the Dark etc, don't worship him in a religious sense.
Also, re: 'mind' often appearing in Lucia's thoughts, uh, that's just me. I think like that, and it's slipped into my writing. >> I'll try to curb it.
Also, re: 'mind' often appearing in Lucia's thoughts, uh, that's just me. I think like that, and it's slipped into my writing. >> I'll try to curb it.
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@redzonejoe i know that, my vote wasn't a serious vote. i also just forgot creator and maker and decide meh, no big deal.. also the dark one is obviously slaanesh!
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The Real Beginning, 1
Choo Choo
THE GRIEF TRAIN HAS NO BRAKES
- Location
- Sweden -> California
- Pronouns
- She/her
Light, why me? is your first coherent thought as you groan in bleary dismay, rolling over-
-and you fall out of the bed, which is much narrower than the grand, canopied monstrosity you're used to. You lie face down on the stone cold floor, unable and unwilling to work up the energy to get to your feet. Really, the longer you stay like this, the comfier it gets... you think that you could fall asleep like... like this... mm...
"OI!" Rielin hollers, banging on the door. "It's time to get up, Lucia!"
Rielin is a terrible human being. Whatever did you do to deserve this torment?
"Awake, awake, I do be awake," you grumble and force your eyes open-
It doesn't make a difference. It's just as pitch black as it was with your eyes closed... no, wait, there's faint, flickering light leaking in from around the door - but no daylight, you note. "It no be even dawn yet!" you complain as you stumble to your feet, opening the door to glower at Rielin. She's already dressed in her novice robes, and looks far too awake for this hour. You kind of want to punch her in her grinning mouth.
"It is before dawn," she agrees, breezing past you into the room to light your candle with her own. "And by Tower Law, novices have to be up before sunrise to clean their rooms. Breakfast is at sunrise, see, and after that classes start. But don't worry, you just got here, so you can't have made too much of a mess yet. Here, I'll help you."
The next fifteen minutes are spent meticulously dusting, sweeping, and scrubbing every square inch of your room. It's strange and new and uncomfortable, and you're pretty hopeless at it; back home, you had a horde of servants to do that for you. Rielin gets a lot more done than you do, though you note that though she's better than you at it, it's not by much. She's also a noble, so she must have had servants taking care of such menial chores for her, as well.
Once done, Rielin waits outside while you wash up and get properly dressed, and then the two of you head to breakfast. You're slightly late, and the others are already there, waving at you in a quiet good morning. You wave back before you proceed to wolf down your food; you only have so much time allotted to you to eat, after all.
You head to your very first class with a grumbling stomach, Rielin chatting happily at your side. "Embracing classes are nice," she says as she leads you towards one of the Tower's many gardens. "Even if you don't manage to grasp saidar, and you won't on your first or second or third or even twentieth try, you still get to be outside and sit in the sun and relax. Much nicer than being stuck in a stuffy classroom listening to some Brown droning on and on about the Trolloc Wars and being expected to not fall asleep... oh, here we are!"
Heading through a set of double doors you reach a garden of verdant green, the air thick with the scent of late spring flowers in full bloom. A cheerful brook winds its way through the grass, the water glittering in the early morning sunlight. There are a number of other novices about, sitting on the grass and talking quietly among themselves as they bask in the warmth.
A little off to the side sits a girl your own age, flanked by a worried-looking Accepted. The girl is quite pretty, with a cascade of fiery red curls falling to the middle of her back, but her brown eyes staring straight ahead look dull and dead in a way that is really disturbing.
"Oh, that's Ellyne," Rielin whispers when she sees where you're looking. "Don't worry about her, the Accepted is there to help her."
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-and you fall out of the bed, which is much narrower than the grand, canopied monstrosity you're used to. You lie face down on the stone cold floor, unable and unwilling to work up the energy to get to your feet. Really, the longer you stay like this, the comfier it gets... you think that you could fall asleep like... like this... mm...
"OI!" Rielin hollers, banging on the door. "It's time to get up, Lucia!"
Rielin is a terrible human being. Whatever did you do to deserve this torment?
"Awake, awake, I do be awake," you grumble and force your eyes open-
It doesn't make a difference. It's just as pitch black as it was with your eyes closed... no, wait, there's faint, flickering light leaking in from around the door - but no daylight, you note. "It no be even dawn yet!" you complain as you stumble to your feet, opening the door to glower at Rielin. She's already dressed in her novice robes, and looks far too awake for this hour. You kind of want to punch her in her grinning mouth.
"It is before dawn," she agrees, breezing past you into the room to light your candle with her own. "And by Tower Law, novices have to be up before sunrise to clean their rooms. Breakfast is at sunrise, see, and after that classes start. But don't worry, you just got here, so you can't have made too much of a mess yet. Here, I'll help you."
The next fifteen minutes are spent meticulously dusting, sweeping, and scrubbing every square inch of your room. It's strange and new and uncomfortable, and you're pretty hopeless at it; back home, you had a horde of servants to do that for you. Rielin gets a lot more done than you do, though you note that though she's better than you at it, it's not by much. She's also a noble, so she must have had servants taking care of such menial chores for her, as well.
Once done, Rielin waits outside while you wash up and get properly dressed, and then the two of you head to breakfast. You're slightly late, and the others are already there, waving at you in a quiet good morning. You wave back before you proceed to wolf down your food; you only have so much time allotted to you to eat, after all.
You head to your very first class with a grumbling stomach, Rielin chatting happily at your side. "Embracing classes are nice," she says as she leads you towards one of the Tower's many gardens. "Even if you don't manage to grasp saidar, and you won't on your first or second or third or even twentieth try, you still get to be outside and sit in the sun and relax. Much nicer than being stuck in a stuffy classroom listening to some Brown droning on and on about the Trolloc Wars and being expected to not fall asleep... oh, here we are!"
Heading through a set of double doors you reach a garden of verdant green, the air thick with the scent of late spring flowers in full bloom. A cheerful brook winds its way through the grass, the water glittering in the early morning sunlight. There are a number of other novices about, sitting on the grass and talking quietly among themselves as they bask in the warmth.
A little off to the side sits a girl your own age, flanked by a worried-looking Accepted. The girl is quite pretty, with a cascade of fiery red curls falling to the middle of her back, but her brown eyes staring straight ahead look dull and dead in a way that is really disturbing.
"Oh, that's Ellyne," Rielin whispers when she sees where you're looking. "Don't worry about her, the Accepted is there to help her."
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[] Eh, she'll be fine. I however be going to magic class. I can't wait!
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[X] Inquire about what's going-on.
I doubt they accidentally stilled themself since they're still here and they only have an Accepted to help with whatever, but that stare is definitely worrying.
I doubt they accidentally stilled themself since they're still here and they only have an Accepted to help with whatever, but that stare is definitely worrying.
EtchedSteel
*mumble mumble*
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[X] Ask Rielin what happened to her.
Changing.
Changing.
Accepted usually care for the burned out
I was more wondering about the fact that she seems to be with the rest of the Novices. But yeah, rereading it, looks like she's not necessarily with the rest of them.
The Real Beginning, 2
Choo Choo
THE GRIEF TRAIN HAS NO BRAKES
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- She/her
"Why?" you whisper, trying not to stare at the girl. That would be much too rude. "What do be wrong with her?"
"She's from Amadicia," Rielin breathes back, and your eyes widen in understanding.
Amadicia is a nation whose king is a king in name only; the de facto rulers are the Children of the Light, or the Whitecloaks, a paramilitary organization of fanatic, fundamentalist zealots that hate everything to do with the One Power and believe all Aes Sedai to be Darkfriends. Channeling is a capital crime in Amadicia - any girl or woman found using the Power would find herself summarily tried and executed, assuming the Whitecloaks wouldn't just cut her down on the spot... and assuming that a lynch mob wouldn't tear her to shreds before the Whitecloaks would even get to her.
"Yes," Rielin says, her voice quiet and sober. "She refuses to try to channel. Nacelle told me that when they first brought her in, she was screaming and crying and constantly trying to get away. Now she just... sits there, staring like that. Doesn't eat or bathe or anything unless forced to. Ninea tried to talk to her the other day, but she might as well have been made of air."
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"She's from Amadicia," Rielin breathes back, and your eyes widen in understanding.
Amadicia is a nation whose king is a king in name only; the de facto rulers are the Children of the Light, or the Whitecloaks, a paramilitary organization of fanatic, fundamentalist zealots that hate everything to do with the One Power and believe all Aes Sedai to be Darkfriends. Channeling is a capital crime in Amadicia - any girl or woman found using the Power would find herself summarily tried and executed, assuming the Whitecloaks wouldn't just cut her down on the spot... and assuming that a lynch mob wouldn't tear her to shreds before the Whitecloaks would even get to her.
"Yes," Rielin says, her voice quiet and sober. "She refuses to try to channel. Nacelle told me that when they first brought her in, she was screaming and crying and constantly trying to get away. Now she just... sits there, staring like that. Doesn't eat or bathe or anything unless forced to. Ninea tried to talk to her the other day, but she might as well have been made of air."
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-[X] Pay close attention to class when it starts.
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Worst vacation ever, that's how.
EtchedSteel
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[X] "How did she wind up here then?"
-[X] Pay close attention to class when it starts.
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-[X] Pay close attention to class when it starts.
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The Real Beginning, 3
Choo Choo
THE GRIEF TRAIN HAS NO BRAKES
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- Sweden -> California
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- She/her
"From Amadicia..." you breathe, shaking your head. "Then how did she end up here, then? There do no be open recruiting of novices, there, any Aes Sedai traveling there would no dare risk exposure..."
"I don't know," Rielin whispers back, "she's been here longer than I have. Ask Ninea next time you see her if you really-"
That's as far as she gets before an Aes Sedai strides with brisk steps into the garden, a blue-fringed shawl wrapped around her slim shoulders. She's a tall, willowy woman with the coppery skin of a Domani, a little smile on her ageless and beautiful face. You and all the other novices save Ellyne take to your feet and curtsy, as does the Accepted; the Aes Sedai waves at you to sit back down.
"Good morning," she says, her voice fast-paced and no less efficient than her steps had been. Her smile widens a little as she gets a good morning, Aes Sedai in return. "I am Leane Sedai, as some of you may already know. Today's lesson is the core of what it means to be Aes Sedai: embracing saidar and allowing the One Power to work through you as you guide it. Now, some of you will not be able to embrace today - that is fine. It will come to you eventually, once you learn to surrender yourself. However." Her voice turns sharp, warning, and the smile drains from her face. "You must never, never, attempt to channel without supervision by an Accepted or Aes Sedai! Saidar is addictive; you will wish to draw as much as you can, as fast as you can. Novices have burned themselves out or even died, trying." In the corner of your eye, you see Rielin paling. "If you are caught channeling without permission, or trying to, you will count yourself very lucky if you spend the next hundred years scrubbing pots in the kitchen." Leane Sedai softens, folding her hands over her stomach. "We will teach you to channel in a safe, controlled manner. That is why you are here."
With that said, she instructs you all to make yourself comfortable, however you wish it; Rielin flops down on the grass next to you, staring up at the blue sky, but you choose to remain seated as you are. "Close your eyes, and feel the warm sunlight on your skin," Leane Sedai says, her voice soft and hypnotic. "Listen to the whisper of the breeze through the trees, the gentle babbling of the brook... slowly empty your mind of thoughts..."
You force yourself to breathe through your nose, slow and even, in and out. You have a difficult time relaxing at first, what with all the energy and excitement you're filled with and all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, but between your best effort, Leane Sedai's voice and the peaceful environment, you feel tension slowly draining out of you, your head filling with pleasant emptiness.
"With your mind empty, imagine a rosebud," Leane Sedai says, and she sounds as if she's speaking from somewhere far away. "There is nothing but the rosebud. Become the rosebud, you are the rosebud. Feel the sunlight shining on your petals, feel the warmth, draw the warmth into yourself. As you draw in the sun, open your petals and bloom."
She repeats this over and over as you try to picture the rosebud, try feeling like a rosebud. It takes you a while to fully immerse yourself in the visualization as the real world intrudes on your concentration and calm... but eventually you're there, in the place where there is only you, the rosebud... and then, just outside your field of vision, you can feel the sun. Saidar. It flows towards you, a river of warmth and light, and--
A loud snore to your side disrupts your concentration, and you blink your eyes open to find that Rielin managed to relax a little too well...
Three hours later the class is nearly to an end and you haven't managed to embrace saidar. You never made it back to that place in your mind no matter how hard you tried, and it's enough to make you want to scream. You were so close! And you're still trying, but you're too frustrated to get anywhere, and all you've managed is to give yourself a dully throbbing headache.
There's a soft gasp of joy from a pale, petite girl with sleek dark hair, her eyes wide with euphoria. "I feel it," she breathes, fingers tightening on the grass. "I- I feel it, finally, finally-"
You would rather like to punch her.
"Good, Amarya, very good," Leane Sedai says with a smile, and the name rings a bell. Something Rielin said about a snooty, stuck-up Cairhienin... oh, and the flawless, elegant handwriting in the Novice Book. This would be her, then. "Now release it-"
"But I-"
"-and try to embrace again," the Aes Sedai continues as if Amarya hadn't interrupted her at all. "There is still a little time left of the class."
Rielin grumbles a little, shoulders slumped in dejection. She hasn't been able to embrace, either. "My third embracing class and all I've been able to do is nap," she sighs, closing her eyes. "But there's always tomorrow. We'll manage eventually, Lucia."
"There is still a little time left of the class," Leane Sedai says again and turns her head to glance at you and Rielin. "But there is value in knowing when to take a step back, as well."
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"I don't know," Rielin whispers back, "she's been here longer than I have. Ask Ninea next time you see her if you really-"
That's as far as she gets before an Aes Sedai strides with brisk steps into the garden, a blue-fringed shawl wrapped around her slim shoulders. She's a tall, willowy woman with the coppery skin of a Domani, a little smile on her ageless and beautiful face. You and all the other novices save Ellyne take to your feet and curtsy, as does the Accepted; the Aes Sedai waves at you to sit back down.
"Good morning," she says, her voice fast-paced and no less efficient than her steps had been. Her smile widens a little as she gets a good morning, Aes Sedai in return. "I am Leane Sedai, as some of you may already know. Today's lesson is the core of what it means to be Aes Sedai: embracing saidar and allowing the One Power to work through you as you guide it. Now, some of you will not be able to embrace today - that is fine. It will come to you eventually, once you learn to surrender yourself. However." Her voice turns sharp, warning, and the smile drains from her face. "You must never, never, attempt to channel without supervision by an Accepted or Aes Sedai! Saidar is addictive; you will wish to draw as much as you can, as fast as you can. Novices have burned themselves out or even died, trying." In the corner of your eye, you see Rielin paling. "If you are caught channeling without permission, or trying to, you will count yourself very lucky if you spend the next hundred years scrubbing pots in the kitchen." Leane Sedai softens, folding her hands over her stomach. "We will teach you to channel in a safe, controlled manner. That is why you are here."
With that said, she instructs you all to make yourself comfortable, however you wish it; Rielin flops down on the grass next to you, staring up at the blue sky, but you choose to remain seated as you are. "Close your eyes, and feel the warm sunlight on your skin," Leane Sedai says, her voice soft and hypnotic. "Listen to the whisper of the breeze through the trees, the gentle babbling of the brook... slowly empty your mind of thoughts..."
You force yourself to breathe through your nose, slow and even, in and out. You have a difficult time relaxing at first, what with all the energy and excitement you're filled with and all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, but between your best effort, Leane Sedai's voice and the peaceful environment, you feel tension slowly draining out of you, your head filling with pleasant emptiness.
"With your mind empty, imagine a rosebud," Leane Sedai says, and she sounds as if she's speaking from somewhere far away. "There is nothing but the rosebud. Become the rosebud, you are the rosebud. Feel the sunlight shining on your petals, feel the warmth, draw the warmth into yourself. As you draw in the sun, open your petals and bloom."
She repeats this over and over as you try to picture the rosebud, try feeling like a rosebud. It takes you a while to fully immerse yourself in the visualization as the real world intrudes on your concentration and calm... but eventually you're there, in the place where there is only you, the rosebud... and then, just outside your field of vision, you can feel the sun. Saidar. It flows towards you, a river of warmth and light, and--
A loud snore to your side disrupts your concentration, and you blink your eyes open to find that Rielin managed to relax a little too well...
Three hours later the class is nearly to an end and you haven't managed to embrace saidar. You never made it back to that place in your mind no matter how hard you tried, and it's enough to make you want to scream. You were so close! And you're still trying, but you're too frustrated to get anywhere, and all you've managed is to give yourself a dully throbbing headache.
There's a soft gasp of joy from a pale, petite girl with sleek dark hair, her eyes wide with euphoria. "I feel it," she breathes, fingers tightening on the grass. "I- I feel it, finally, finally-"
You would rather like to punch her.
"Good, Amarya, very good," Leane Sedai says with a smile, and the name rings a bell. Something Rielin said about a snooty, stuck-up Cairhienin... oh, and the flawless, elegant handwriting in the Novice Book. This would be her, then. "Now release it-"
"But I-"
"-and try to embrace again," the Aes Sedai continues as if Amarya hadn't interrupted her at all. "There is still a little time left of the class."
Rielin grumbles a little, shoulders slumped in dejection. She hasn't been able to embrace, either. "My third embracing class and all I've been able to do is nap," she sighs, closing her eyes. "But there's always tomorrow. We'll manage eventually, Lucia."
"There is still a little time left of the class," Leane Sedai says again and turns her head to glance at you and Rielin. "But there is value in knowing when to take a step back, as well."
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[X] Leave it be for today