The White Tower ~ The Basement
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				Title: <strong>The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>31-08-2015, 01:42:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The Basement</span></span></div><hr>The ideal place for shady meetings or interrogation, the basement is also where the testing to become Accepted and Aes Sedai happen. It is also where a lot of the Tower's belongings are stored until someone needs them.
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				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 20:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/BlueAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Aleana Schiller (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11575159#msg11575159)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Keeper of the Chronicles, Blue Ajah <br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None (As yet!)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ardan<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Basement (Continued from Dining Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234952.msg11606169#msg11606169))<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr>Stepping into the hallway and away from the dining room, Aleana kept a careful eye on the darkfriend.&nbsp; Though Ardan had ordered the man to be silent, she wondered if he would obey.&nbsp; Though she didn’t want a scene inside the Tower, at least more than he had already created, and she could easily stop him from being heard if he did so much as squeak, it gave her a perverse pleasure to leave it to Ardan.&nbsp; While her way would be gentle and quite painless, the darkfriend didn’t deserve that.<br><br>Choosing to walk next to Ardan, even though she trusted him enough that she would easily step ahead, she once again called on Saidar.&nbsp; Weaving them privacy, even from the darkfriend in their possession, she kept her eyes focused on the man held in front of them.&nbsp; “What happened?”&nbsp; She asked, keeping her voice quiet even though, with the One Power, they were protected from eavesdropping.&nbsp; Allowing him to hear the concern she felt for both him and the situation, she didn’t let it be seen visibly.&nbsp; “How did you know to follow him?”&nbsp; She added the second question, her voice laced with gratitude.&nbsp; He had not only acted in the best interest of the Tower but also her own and she wouldn’t forget it.<br><br>As they spoke, she guided them toward the basement and the cells that were used for such a purpose.&nbsp; A bit of paranoia filled Aleana, not for the first time, and she chose an enclosed cell to question the darkfriend rather than a barred cell.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be overheard and, on top of that, she didn’t wish anyone else to be able to speak with him without her knowledge.&nbsp; Anyone in the Tower could get to the basement and potentially speak to those in the barred cells, including the Black Ajah.&nbsp; Gesturing toward the chosen room, Aleana went inside the nearly empty cell.&nbsp; A singular chair, hard metal and bolted to the ground, occupied the center of the small space.&nbsp; <br><br>“Please set him there and secure him.”&nbsp; She said to Ardan, no longer keeping the conversation just between them.&nbsp; While it was her hope to get through their questioning tonight, she knew that it could end up being a several day process.&nbsp; The darkfriend had enough courage to attempt an assassination within the Tower itself which, to Aleana, meant that he was either incredibly foolish or incredibly brave.&nbsp; While she hoped for the first, she couldn’t discount the second.&nbsp; Underestimating him wouldn’t be wise.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-09-2015, 04:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ardan Taliesin<br><strong>Position:</strong> Gaidin<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Aleana Sedai (Soon)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Aleana<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> From the dining room to the basement<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Ardan was like a big cat: his steps were graceful, fluid and predatory. As he held his prisoner, there was something else to the way he walked; a readiness to pounce on the man, should he manage to get out of his grip. As he had claimed, Ardan followed the Keeper to wherever she wished to take this darkfriend for questioning.&nbsp; He had expected her to take the lead, but even though he remained focused on her safety, he was pleased that she would walk beside him. He felt almost flattered, but thought that there was a purpose for it rather than being a hint of an interest in him.<br><br>"I was on duty in the petitioner's foyer, Keeper. He was behaving suspiciously and caught my attention." Ardan glanced at her, knowing that the man that he held had caught more than just his eye; he was stinking like a rotten egg. For now, it answered her question. "I followed him to see what was his intent, and when that became clear, I stopped him." Clear, concise and without extraneous words, Ardan delivered his explanations in a military manner, a habit he had not shaken off since joining the Tower guards.<br><br>&nbsp;If they had been alone, he might have told her the truth. He believe he&nbsp; could trust her not to put him in the hands of the Reds, who would no doubt think it has something to do with the One Power or with the Dark One. He certainly was no darkfriend, and he could not channel. Even if he could, he wouldn't. He trusted Aleana, thought that she might have done something to keep this conversation between them, but he couldn't be sure and wouldn't risk it. <br><br>They entered the chosen room and Ardan pushed the man in roughly. The darkfriend had been slowly losing its composure as the&nbsp; trio went deeper and deeper into the tower. Now, the chair came in handy; Ardan was almost sure he could hear the man's knees knocking together.<br><br>"Sit." Ardan said, sharply.<br><br>"No." The darkfriend replied.<br><br>Once upon a time, Ardan would have sneered. Now, he remained as cold and calm as a frozen pond. The Tower training was paying off. Even if he did not visit violence upon the man exactly, Ardan certainly wouldn't be called gentle. He was being considerate toward the Aes Sedai more than toward the Assassin. He turned the man, Ardan's hand going from the scruff of his neck right to his throat, and he shoved the man backward so that he would have no choice but to sit.<br><br>"I will not talk, Witch." The darkfriend spit, and then threatened. "I'd rather call the Great Lord's attention on us."<br><br>"Careful what you say." Ardan warned as he tied&nbsp; the man's arms and legs to the chair with thick leather straps. "What's your name?"<br><br>"Ishamael."&nbsp; He replied all too hastily, and with an arrogant grin.<br><br>Ardan gave the man a flat, unimpressed stare and then turned to the Aes Sedai.&nbsp; "He is all yours, Keeper." </div>
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				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 02:16:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Mid-afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong>&nbsp; White Tower Basement Entrance<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>There was so much activity around here today. Ishara was sent to tend to an Aes Sedai that just recently returned from being abroad. Marna Sedai had Ishara running up and down stairs for hours. At the moment, Ishara was about three floors deep into the basement moving as fast as she could to get down the stairs all the while remaining composed and not being over rushed. She had to breath, slow down, and remind herself that she would complete her current assignment when it was completed and not a moment sooner. After all, The Wheel Weaves as the Wheel Wills. If she did not make it back up the stairs in time to meet another Sister coming out of the meeting hall, then she would just have to track her down in another part of the facilities. A little bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. She had no idea how the Sisters could appear so unaffected by exertion, the heat, or cold.<br><br>On reaching the subbasement floor she was hoping for, another Sister was down there waiting. The task was to deliver a letter to her, which Ishara did promptly. Giving a curtsy, her long pale blonde hair spilled out around her face and she held the position in subservience. This Sister was a Red and she had no interest in crossing a Red by not showing the proper deference. She held her place rigidly for a moment then inquired, "Will there be a reply, Aes Sedai?"<br><br>"No," the Red Sister curtly spat back at her. "You are excused."<br><br>With that, Ishara wasted no time and headed back to the stairs. Climbing and climbing the massive spiral stair case that ran along the outside wall of the tower. Three floors all the way back to the top and out by the entrance to the basements. Once outside she leaned against the wall and huffed a few times, trying to regain her breath. A couple other Accepted stood by the door as well. All of them were on duty to run errands up and down the endless stairs of the tower, it was one of the more grueling tasks as a page. The young women talked among themselves, keeping a soft whisper so as to not disturb the Aes Sedai that were coming and going. Ishara noted that there was a larger then normal amount going in and out of the basements but none of them said anything, They all stood lined up along the white stone walls, awaiting to be summoned for the next errand.
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 22:35:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/YellowAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Kimika Togita<br><strong>Position:</strong> Mistress of Novices, Yellow Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open, Ishara<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> White Tower Basement Entrance<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Kimika had been looking for an Accepted for a few minutes now, when she heard that the girl was exactly where she needed her to be: in the basement.&nbsp; Kimika always felt a mix of thrill and dread when she was summoning a woman for a testing. It was a make or break thing and there were so few Aes Sedai that the "break" part was not something desirable. Yet, the Tower could not afford to lower its standards; they had a reputation to uphold, and had to show a certain strength. The tests&nbsp; were there to ensure that the women had the required strength…<br><br>Kimika had woven the yellow fringes of her shawl between her fingers and was now brushing away any knots that it could have produced when she did.&nbsp; She turned the corner toward the entrance of the basement, a bit aggravated that she had not yet met Ishara, but then she saw the woman standing there with idling Accepted. The whispers grew quiet when Kimika was noticed, but the Aes Sedai made a point not to stop her eyes on any of them in particular, keeping them guessing as to who would have to deal with her and why. The Mistress of Novices wearing her shawl within the White Tower meant official business though, and Kimika saw hope in some of the woman's eyes.<br><br>"Ishara Casalin, you are summoned to be tested for the shaw of an Aes Sedai. The Light keep you whole and see you safe." Kimika said, but she was not emotionless, Aes Sedai serenity. In some ways, this test was worse than the three arches; it tested the woman herself, rather than making her realize that her past was now irrelevant, her present was not what she wished it to be and what her life could have been if not for the Tower; it all had to be given up to become Aes Sedai. This test was testing strength of mind, the ability to perform under pressure and not lose the grip on one's nerves… Kimika had preferred the arches. As hard as it had been to turn her back on all of it to come out of the arches, there had been moments there where she had been truly happy.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>17-09-2015, 23:03:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/BlueAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Aleana Schiller (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11575159#msg11575159)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Keeper of the Chronicles, Blue Ajah <br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> None (As yet!)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ardan<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Cell in the Basement<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Questioning a Dark Friend<br><hr>Aleana listened carefully to the words Ardan spoke and picked up on the fact that there were some things he didn’t say as yet, she was once again impressed with him.&nbsp; He understood how to be subtle and still handle business.&nbsp; When it was time for them to both be professional and keep information to themselves, he had done as such while still shining light as to the events that happened.&nbsp; Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, once again questioning herself silently.&nbsp; Why had she continued to wait to ask him to be her Warder?&nbsp; He was not only skilled with a sword but had proven, more than once, his loyalty to the Tower.&nbsp; He had helped them even before he had joined the ranks of the Valdar.&nbsp; Something that many would not have even considered as the Aes Sedai were so often feared or disliked.&nbsp; <br><br>Dropping the weave for their privacy, she didn’t wish to call attention to their conversation nor catch any interest from the few people still up and about in the Tower.&nbsp; They would, of course, speak more later when they were actually private.&nbsp; <br><br>Seemingly calm and composed as Ardan forced the darkfriend to sit in the chair, she was inwardly pleased with him again.&nbsp; Gaze flicking back to the darkfriend as he gave the fake name, her tan eyes narrowed as she focused her entire attention on him.&nbsp; “Did you really believe that you would succeed in assassinating an Aes Sedai inside of the White Tower?”&nbsp; She asked him, shaking her head.&nbsp; It was in her best interests to let him believe that a trap had been sprung for him rather than admit that, had Ardan not been so vigilant, she would likely have been killed.&nbsp; “What were you offered to take such a risk?”&nbsp; She asked, certain that he had other connections.&nbsp; Perhaps they would be able to get the names of more darkfriends out of the prisoner or even someone of the Black Ajah.&nbsp; <br><br>“I got close to killing you, witch!”&nbsp; He spat out in disgust though she could almost taste his rising fear. <br><br>“Even if you had been successful, what made you think you would make it out of the Tower afterwards?”&nbsp; She asked, genuinely curious and moving past the confirmation that she had been the target. Though she gave zero outward sign of it, her heart kicked in her chest.&nbsp; Though she had suspected that she had been the target, hearing it aloud was different.&nbsp; Forcing her own feelings down for the moment, she pondered that his entire mission seemed like a suicide run.&nbsp; Even if the idea was backed by the Black Ajah, it wouldn’t have been likely that they would risk exposing themselves for a darkfriend.&nbsp; <br><br>“I would have been celebrated no matter what happened after.”&nbsp; He answered despite his promise never to talk.&nbsp; Still sounding certain of himself though beads of sweat began to pop up on his forehead, he fought to hold onto his anger and hatred of the Aes Sedai.&nbsp; <br><br>Over the next hour, Aleana continued to question the darkfriend, her composure never breaking though her palms grew damp as bits of information were revealed to her and Ardan.&nbsp; Though it took time and tricky wording to get him to drop hints and piece a portion of the story together, it was clear that he had intended to kill her and had been something of an attack of opportunity.&nbsp; With the seeming lack of people and security, he had taken a risk that had nearly paid off.&nbsp; Even more concerning though was the minor hints that others wanted her dead too and the subtle inference that he might not have been working alone.&nbsp; Though she was careful to stick to the idea that it wasn’t simply diligence and luck that saved her life, she knew the truth.&nbsp; It was the luck of Ardan being on duty at the time and the diligence he displayed that saved her life.&nbsp; Though there was much she understood about what happened this night, there was much more than he had hinted at and danced around that she couldn’t place as yet.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally though, she was satisfied for the night.&nbsp; The questions and answers had begun to circle back around and she glanced up at Ardan.&nbsp; “I am done questioning him for the night.&nbsp; Did you have anything to add or any questions yourself?”&nbsp; She asked, allowing him the chance to question the darkfriend.&nbsp; Though she had covered many questions, Ardan might have found more than she hadn’t covered.&nbsp; Or might simply have questions of his own.&nbsp; “Once you’re done, I hoped to speak to you further in my rooms, if you don’t mind.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>18-09-2015, 01:35:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kimika(MoN), Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Mid-afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong>&nbsp; White Tower Basement Entrance<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>Ishara saw Kimika Sedai immediately, the bright yellow shawl standing out to her eyes immediately and in her heart she knew that the Mistress of Novices was here for. She stood a little taller as the woman approached. Light help me but my knees are so weak I may just fall down here and now if she asked me to descend or ascend those stairs again, Ishara thought. Part of her refused to believe that it could be, that she was being summoned. There it was, Kimika said the words to her and it was confirmed. <br><br><em>"Ishara Casalin, you are summoned to be tested for the shawl of an Aes Sedai. The Light keep you whole and see you safe." Kimika said.</em><br><br>The rules were strict but the served purpose. Ishara was not to speak, not to show emotion. Composed and serene, that is how she must face the test. That is how she must face all the challenges throughout the rest of her life. In her mind she repeated again, I am ready.&nbsp; With a nod of deference she curtsied politely to acknowledge the Mistress of Novices and she followed her. Light but her legs burned, the stairs down here were steep and she had gone up and down them so many times today even the blisters on her feet had blisters.<br><br>Following down the stairs she quickly repeated the one hundred weaves in her head then brought herself to focus on the moment and to remain in the here and now. This would be a test of the unknown, no Sister ever spoke of the test. It was not shared what they experienced in it nor how they fared. Ishara did not know why this was but the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. <br><br>They descended down the endless stairs beyond the holding cells, beyond the lower storage rooms until finally deep underground, far beneath the ground they came to the room where the testing was done. As they entered the room it was a large circular room with a domed ceiling and all made of polished white stone. There was not a seam in the floor or walls, it was definitely crafted by the either hands of the Ogier or the possibly the One Power itself. Around the base was a cobbled white stone in deliberate patterns and all along the circumference were three tiered candelabras, all lit.&nbsp; A member from every Ajah as present, all lined along the walls, evenly spaced apart. In the center was an upright oval ter'angreal ring. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>18-09-2015, 05:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/RedFang.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Inari Danvers<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister of the Red Ajah (Black)<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ishara, Kimika, Open<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid Afternoon | Saven 6 | 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Basement <br><strong>Warning:</strong> Schemes and Plots against Ishara<br><hr>Face set in utter composure and serenity, Inari couldn’t help but be inwardly pleased to be in the basement of Tar Valon for the testing of an Accepted.&nbsp; Though she relied more on the test to move from Novice to Accepted to determine potential candidates for the Black Ajah, she never minded getting to cause a potential future Sister some problems.&nbsp; The only disappointment she felt in all of this was that she had to be cautious and never take it too far.&nbsp; Sure, they were all there to create distractions and attempt to break her composure but outright trying to kill them wasn’t allowed.&nbsp; And, worse, would point right at her.&nbsp; This would have been a completely different experience for many Accepted if Inari could get away with more without getting caught.&nbsp; As it stood, a number of Accepted hadn’t come out of the testing when she had been ‘assisting’.&nbsp; However, from what she had heard about Ishara, there was little doubt that the Accepted would pass the test and become Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Though that was a bit of a disappointment, she was still overall pleased to create hindrances and really get the chance to study another of the Aes Sedai.&nbsp; Every bit of information would be put to Inari’s use in the future.&nbsp; At least she hoped it would.<br><br>Motionless other than her chest rising and falling slightly under her conservative red dress, Inari inwardly smiled as the light footsteps of the Mistress of Novices and the Accepted descended into the otherwise silent room.&nbsp; No words were to be spoken by the Sisters representing their Ajah’s nor the Accepted.&nbsp; It was one of Inari’s favorite aspects of the testing.&nbsp; They weren’t even allowed to discuss among one another what they intended for the test nor what they did to the Accepted afterward.&nbsp; Of course, if she went too far, the Mistress of Novices would gladly report it to the Amyrlin but Inari knew better than to do as such.&nbsp; <br><br>Outwardly serene, Inari continued to plan for the distractions she would help create with internal malicious glee.&nbsp; Even if the Light-blasted woman passed the test, there would be plenty of useful information to help potentially bring another Aes Sedai to her doom at a later date.&nbsp; The Black Ajah always enjoyed these ceremonies as it pointed out weaknesses that could be used to weaken the Tower as a whole - one Aes Sedai at a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 21:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Accepted.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ishara Casalain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11551036#msg11551036)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Accepted <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(ready for the Test)</span><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kimika(MoN), Open<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; Mid-afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong>&nbsp; White Tower Basement Entrance<br><strong>Warning:</strong> n/a<br><hr><br>The room was a perfect circle, flawless in form and symmetry, Ishara wondered for a moment if the room itself was a part of the ter'angreal. In all the literature it never said, though she knew that the room was built long after the ter'angreal. In the Age of Legends this device was used for something else, no one knew for sure what it was but now it was used for testing and was placed here for that specific reason. She wondered if the room itself allowed them to use it as such. Perhaps when she was an Aes Sedai she would know these answers, perhaps the answer was within the ter'angreal itself. Kimika Sedai's voice brought her to focus.<br><br>Kimika, Mistress of Novices said, "You come in ignorance, Ishara Casalain. How would you depart?"<br><br>"In knowledge of myself," Ishara said speaking the words with absolute conviction.<br><br>"For what reason have you been summoned here?"<br><br>"To be tried."<br><br>"For what reason should you be tried?"<br><br>"So that I may learn whether I am worthy."<br><br>"For what would you be found worthy?"<br><br>"To wear the shawl."&nbsp; With the last words spoken, Ishara began to undress, untying the wide white sash that held her Accepted's dress on. The robe like dress fell away from her shoulder and she drew it about her waist, folded it neatly, laying it at her feet. Each motion a part of the ceremony. She had done this a thousand times already when alone in her room, repeating the words, thinking about what they meant, disrobing, and folding her clothes just so. The reasoning for disrobing was to symbolize that she trusted the Light to keep her safe. Ishara knew with complete certainty that the Light would see it so.<br><br>She felt so attached to this ring already, like it was already a part of her but she did what must be done and removed it. Handing the entwined Great Serpent Ring to the Mistress of Novices. Kimika gave her the instructions.<br><br>"Find a six-pointed star carved into the ground and stand on it; you will then be required to create your first weave. One hundred weaves are required for the test and so you must find one hundred carved stars. The weaves must be completed in order and must be woven within the star. Each weave must be completed correctly to pass. Do not rush, but complete them swiftly and move onto the next."<br><br>Then Kimika repeated four times,&nbsp; "Remember what must be remembered" and cast a weave of the Accepted. Light tendrils of spirit and air flowed through Ishara and she felt it settle upon her mind.<br><br>Stepping back, Kimika and all six other Sisters present would begin channeling the Five Powers into the ter'angreal. The ter'angreal began to change color even faster than it normally did when not in use, beginning to revolve slowly. The air within the oval turned to a pure white that seemed to draw in light from the room. Ishara approached calmly and stepped through into a world determined in appearance by the Sisters operating the ter'angreal.<br><br>The first room was a stable, the smell of fresh hay in the room and an old gray mare staring at her with wide alert eyes. Ishara did not know why she was there or why she had no clothes on. In front of her was an old course brown woolen robe and braided hemp rope belt. Moving forward she slipped into the robes and tied the belt. As she did so the ground lit up with a six pointed star. Subconsciously she said, "Remember what must be remembered." The young pale blonde haired Accepted deftly wove her first spell. A weave of Air to produce a small solid coin like disc. She placed it in the pocket of the robe and stepped forward opening the door of the stable and moving out into the next area. The world shifted and changed, in that moment she forgot again why she was here and what she was doing.<br><br>Standing on the edge of a cliff she walked up to it, looked down and saw the six pointed star on the ledge below. Climbing down she cut her palms on the jagged sharp rocks but arrived at the star. There she weaved her second spell, it was a complex weave of all five powers that served no purpose and did nothing. Still she did so with composure and serenity, deftly performing what needed to be done.<br><br>The next location was on top of the ramparts of the great city of Caemlyn in Andor. Walking along the ramparts she made her way to the eastern gate, the same one she had passed through when she left for the White Tower. Below she saw a parade of soldiers entering the city but it was not the soldiers of Andor. Horns sounded off in the distance and she knew that it was an army seizing control of her home. Looking down on them as they passed she saw the next star located on the inner walls of the gate. Making her way to it she cast the third of her weaves... A weave of Air, Earth and Spirit, again it served no purpose but the world shifted under her feet and the next location would come into focus, this time, the same as all the others she began not knowing why she was there or where she was to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 21:12:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Ardan Taliesin<br><strong>Position:</strong> Gaidin<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Aleana Sedai (Soon)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Aleana<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> From the dining room to the basement<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Ardan remained standing to the side, poised and ready to draw should the darkfriend prove to be anything but the normal, powerless human. The man could channel for all he knew - and it would certainly explain the madness of attacking an Aes Sedai within the White Tower - and if so, he would not stand trial and be gentled. His head would find itself detached from his body. <br><br>Ardan snorted when the fool made the claim that he got close to killing her. He could have been stopped at the door by Ardan himself, if it weren't for the guard's curiosity regarding the stinking man's intentions. It was the only sound that he made of the whole interview. Looking from an outsider's point of view, he could hear how Aleana was skilled with the use of her words. Novice probably had a class on how to mislead without lying, Accepted spent years perfecting it and the shawl labeled them experts. Ardan was not so bad at it himself but he preferred to tell the truth, and if necessary to tell the lie, rather than dance around it with fancy wording.<br><br>"I have nothing more to add or ask, Keeper." The man in the chair smelled of fear now, and there was this sour note of despair that mingled with the stench of whatever he was. "Let's make our way to your quarters, then." He offered and opened the door for her. If he had questions, he would come down again later, but right now, a breath of fresh air, something that didn't smell like the man had pissed himself some time ago, would be greatly welcome.<br><br>In her quarters, Ardan was quite sure that most of what he would smell was her, and her occasional visitors; no recent violence, and certainly no recent murders, right?&nbsp; He closed the door behind them both and moved aside to allow her to lock it. Being a sniffer was sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing and the feeling in her gut was that Aleana was not satisfied with his earlier answer and he would finally have to reveal to the Tower that he had a peculiarly sharp nose…</div>
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