The White Tower ~ The Library & Secret archives
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Cynadea on 17-08-2015, 20:54:22</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-08-2015, 20:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The Library &amp; Secret Archives</span></span></div><hr><div align="center">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/3e79/th/pre/f/2012/051/3/3/old_library_render_by_misterjl-d4qdd4n.png)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 05:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>It had taken just about all of the willpower that Beneth had possessed not to gawk like some farmboy from the middle of nowhere at this or that ever since he had first arrived in Tar Valon. How could he not? Almizar, the town that he had originally called home within the borders of Amadica, was nothing like anything he had seen since crossing the River Erinin into Tar Valon proper. The buildings were all taller and possessed a strange graceful sort of quality to them compared to those in Almizar, and while Almizar was far from a poor settlement, it paled in comparison to the sheer quality that seemed to permeate the entire island city. The Aes Sedai must have had their pockets lined with more gold than some countries, to have built themselves such a fine city. Every time he had allowed his eyes to wander though, he was reminded of what kind of attention those eyes could draw from the wrong crowd though, and had quickly averted them in the direction of the ground. He doubted he'd see any White Cloaks here, but who was to say that the Aes Sedai or the rest of the people in this city wouldn't treat him any differently?<br><br>With the way the city had been built around it, it wasn't difficult to figure out that the White Tower jutting up into the sky was where he needed to go. All roads within Tar Valon led towards it, so all he had to do was follow the path until he eventually found himself standing beneath the imposing monument. He felt a twinge of nervousness as he looked up at the structure, and almost thought twice about stepping inside. But as he caught another twinge within his mind of a distant wolf pack somewhere out in the wilderness, he forced himself to take a hesitant step forward. As always, they seemed to be curious about his identity, but Beneth did his best to shut out the vague mental images that occasionally floated through his mind that seemed to mean...something. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought they were trying to talk to him. But that didn't make any sense. But then again, nothing had made sense ever since...whatever it was that was happening to him had started.<br><br>He looked around nervously as he entered the tower, as if certain that someone would instantly descend on him to accost him. But no one seemed to be paying him any mind, so he continued inside. "Well...you're here. Now what, smart-guy?" he muttered, trying not to draw any attention to himself or the golden eyes he was certain had to be glowing within the confines of his hood. Many women of varying ages were going to and fro about one task or another, with several accompanied by some rough looking men that he'd just as soon steer clear of if possible. They all seemed to busy to talk to even if he had wanted to, so he gave them all a wide berth. "...I'm not going to figure anything out just standing here..."&nbsp; It was around this time that he had an idea. The Aes Sedai were noted to be very wise. Surely a group such as they would keep some kind of library of sorts, right? Maybe if he could find it, he could go through their wealth of information in an attempt to figure out...something...about whatever was happening to him?<br><br>With that thought in mind, he had set off through the halls of the White Tower to find what he sought. In a stroke of luck, it hadn't taken him long to find such a place, and he now sat at a table in the furthest and most isolated table within the library with a stack of books as high as he'd been able to carry. He had no idea of what he was looking for, so he had simply grabbed anything that looked like it might have been relevant. His hood had finally been taken down, and he was resting his head in one hand as he flipped through the pages. "Wolves...wolves...wolves...come on, there's got to be something here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 15:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha Al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha stopped herself a few seconds too short. Her cream-colored dress with gold embroidery now had a blaring ink smudge along the thigh where she had felt the need to rub a slightly cramped muscle. She had this nasty habit of sitting on her ankle, something no amount of scolding during novicehood had ironed out of her, and once she reached accepted she had learned to control her habit just enough not to be caught. She remained oblivious to the drying dark spot until she raised her hand&nbsp; to scratch her nose and noticed that a crack in her over-used and beaten pen had let ink seep onto her fingers.<br><br>Once upon a time, when she was not yet Aes Sedai, that stain would have brought her a world of trouble. Now, though, getting rid of it was simple. Nasha reached out in a manner that training made most natural and embraced Saidar.&nbsp; Disciplined, she did not let it fill her, but trickled just enough Air and Earth to push the ink out of her skin to form tiny, hardened pebbles, and then focused on her dress for the same result.<br><br>Research was something that Nasha loved. She could get lost into it to the point of forgetting to eat, or to realize that she should have gone to the washroom half an hour ago but had been too focused to notice. Angreal, Ter'angreal, Sa'angreal; so much knowledge lost. She was busy cross-referencing an event where something required a chair to bind people to their word, but nowhere was the chair described so far. She was buried in her own pile of books, with a few different notebooks scattered all around her, but now no pen to take the notes she so direly needed. There was more at the front desk, and so Nasha stood with a clear purpose.<br><br>Unlike many browns, Nasha took great pride in how she looked. Her dress was delicate, with a gold threefoil wreath embroidered at the him of the skirt and the sleeves, but also around the square neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. She had a cold belt at her thin waist, where was hooked a pouch and a sheathed knife that was obviously more utilitarian than anything. Her brown slippers made almost no sound as she glided toward the front of the library, and if not for the swishing of her skirts, she might not have attracted attention. There was no sign that her high had been smudged with ink at any point. <br><br><em>"Wolves...wolves...wolves...come on, there's got to be something here..."</em> The words carried to her as she came back with a new, clean pen to resume taking notes. Her steps slowed as she arrived at her table, two tables over, and she looked at the man over her own wall of books. Her hand went to her brown-fringed shawl which was found among the books and slipped it over her shoulders before heading toward the man who had caught her attention. She pulled the chair at his table, not waiting to be invited, and sat facing the man. <br><br>"Why the fascination for wolves?" She asked softly as to not disturb other readers. She had not yet seen his eyes, or any other hint of the man's talent.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 23:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Upon hearing the voice of the woman who had joined him at the table, Beneth jumped as if someone had goosed his behind. The sudden action causes him to disrupt the leaning tower of books he had stacked nearby, and despite frantic efforts to keep it standing, it soon collapsed onto the table and the floor around them with a series of resounding <em>thuds</em>. The silence that followed seemed almost deafening afterwards. But somewhere within the massive library, Beneth was certain a mousy librarian was going "Shhhhhhh!" in response to the disturbance. In fact, he could actually hear it at that very moment thanks to his keen sense of hearing. <br><br>He blinked a few times as he tried to calm down, and looked over at the older woman sitting across the table. With her fine attire and even finer jewelry adorning her forehead, she could have easily been a noble. Her fair features would have been enough to catch any man's attention, as would the barest hint of cleavage on display from her dress, but he was still a little too spooked to pay much mind to the sight. Instead he met her eyes; blue and intelligent, they seemed to be studying him as she waited for an answer to her question. He averted his own gaze and began trying to gather up the books he had scattered. "S-Sorry...I didn't hear you coming..." he muttered, more surprised about that than anything else. He must have been paying more attention to his book than he'd thought.<br><br>He took a few seconds to try and think of how to answer her. He wasn't about to just tell her the truth, but that didn't leave him with many options. "I wouldn't call it a fascination...exactly...more of a curiosity, really..." he said, almost feeling he'd been caught trying to steal the pie from the windowsill. "I've been having some...problems with them lately...so I thought I'd try to read up about them." It sounded incredibly dubious even as he said it. The longer he sat there with her staring at him, the more anxious he began to feel. Had he made a mistake?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 20:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha Al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha made a soft "tsk" sound when the books fell. That was one good way to damage them, break the cover, or bend pages. She wouldn't go nuclear on him but she couldn't approve of it. She bent down to grab one of the book and gently wipe the surface. The man was a bundle of nerves. Perhaps he was aware that he should not be here, not without being accompanied by someone who would keep him out of areas where he does not belong…<br><br>She glanced at him, her silvery-blue eyes meeting his strange amber ones for just a split second but it was long enough for her to catch it and do a double-take. Yellow eyes, fascination or curiosity about wolves… and then his answer. Having problems with them? "Old things are coming about, again. Someone should be looking into this."&nbsp; Nasha said softly, speaking to herself.&nbsp; She was not one of those Browns walking about with a vagueness in her eyes or completely oblivious to the world around them, but she wasn't above speaking to herself from time to time.<br><br>Being Aes Sedai, though, Nasha was just as bold and forward as any of her other sisters. She was, however, gentler with most things.&nbsp; She reached out in a non-threatening manner, tried to catch the man's chin in her palm so that he would turn his gaze to her again. "What if I told you that you are not crazy, that your problem isn't a problem?" She asked, eager to get a good look at those yellow eyes. She never thought that she would see one of these in her lifetime. Was this the long lost warder of one of the sisters? A rumor that she had heard while she was a novice, or was this another one of the wolfbrother?<br><br>"But where are my manners… My name is Nasha." She said, with a clear Andoran accent.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 19:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>The woman said something softly to herself after listening to Beneth's weak explanation for his interest in wolves, likely not intending on him being able to really hear her. That was impossible with his hearing though, and he raised an eyebrow at her words. Before he could ask what she was talking about though, he found himself being lightly pulled by his chin in such a way that forced him to meet the eyes of his conversation partner. He flinched in surprise but didn't pull away, as he found himself too stunned by this bold move to really react. She spoke again in a louder tone of voice, and Beneth looked at her in bemusement as he tried to figure out if he was in trouble or not.<br><br>"I d-don't...I haven't..." he tried to say, unable to really formulate words at first in the wake of this turn of events. Did this woman actually know what was happening to him? And how could she know such a thing after only just meeting him? Was she one of the witches that the White Cloaks despised so? It was certain that she was studying him now with those deep blue eyes of hers, and he had to struggle not to shy away from her stare. "What do you mean? W-What do you know?" he finally managed to ask. He had no way of knowing if this was some kind of trap or not, but if there was a chance at all that she could help him, he felt like he had to take it.<br><br>"Beneth. My name's Beneth Farsheron" he said, once the woman had introduced herself. The accent sounded Andoran, so she was likely the closest thing to a local he'd find in Tar Valon. "...um...are you an...an Aes Sedai, Nasha?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 04:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha Al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, I am Aes Sedai. Of the Brown Ajah. Lucky for you, not of the Red or they would spend hours questioning you in a much harsher manner than I will." Nasha said, but nothing in her manners was aggressive, nor in the tone of her voice. The man looked spooked already, ready to bolt if she pushed just a little too hard in the wrong direction. That was the last thing that she wanted. Right now, as she held his chin into her hand, her piercing eyes peered straight into his, searching and taking the details of the odd color.<br><br>"You have beautiful eyes. Glad to see that you have come here before forsaking the world of men completely." Nasha said and she let go of his chin so that he could move his head as he saw fit. A wolfbrother, here, at the tower. A Wolfbrother! By the Light! She ought to pull him by the ear right up to her small study, and study him inside out even if old talents weren't her specialty. She was far better with the objects that involved the One Power, but that did not mean she could not have questions for him.<br><br>Nasha scanned the area, and then scanned the piles of books surrounding Beneth. She noted two things. First, of all the books that he pulled from the the shelves only two would give him something of an answer, and only one would actually give him knowledge about what he was. The second was that the man's escort was nowhere to be found. No man other than those somehow tied to the Tower - Gaidins, Valdar, regular guards - were allowed to roam free in the tower, not even Trainees.<br><br>When Nasha's inquisitive look returned to Beneth, she had a dozen questions for him regarding the wolves, and a dozen more about how he got to the library unsupervised. "Where is the Accepted that should guide you in the halls of the Tower?" Nasha asked, the yellow eyes related questions could wait. She had an idea of how she could soften the man, soothe his nerves and most likely have him agree to answer her question to help them both understand how this works. A Wolfbrother!</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 00:32:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Beneth didn't like the way that Nasha used the word 'questioning', as it reminded him a little too much of the kind of interrogation that the White Cloaks employed whenever they brought someone in for 'questioning'. There was nothing about the Aes Sedai that implied such a fate for her little discovery though. Not only was there a lack of aggression or malice to her tone, her scent carried a strong sense of curiosity and...ink? She must have spent a lot of time with a quill in one hand and parchment in the other. Beneth was still far from understanding these new abilities that had manifested within him, but he knew that these strange scents that often surrounded people were uncannily accurate. So whenever his nose told him something, he had learned to trust it. Although that did little to assuage his fears over these changes he had been going through. "Yeah...lucky me..." he muttered.<br><br>He leaned back warily when she let go of his chin, and glanced away while folding his arms over his chest. "Thanks, I suppose. But these eyes have been nothing but trouble. Ever since they changed color, it's like I'm not even the same person anymore." he said with a sigh, more worried about the kind of person he might be becoming than he wished to let on. He still shivered at the memory of the day he had slaughtered those White Cloaks. Or at least, what little memory he had of that day. It was all such a blur. The outcome had spoken for itself though, and the instant he had came to and seen what he had done, he had known that he'd likely never be able to return home again.<br><br>He returned his golden eyes to Nasha as she asked him a confusing question, and raised an eyebrow. "Accepted? No one guided me here. I just...wandered in?" he replied, getting the feeling that he had broken some kind of unknown rule by wandering around on his own. He had never really believed in the horror stories spread by the White Cloaks about the Aes Sedai, but there were many out there who said that crossing one was one of the last things one would ever want to do. So he felt himself growing more tense as the seconds went by, subconsciously preparing to bolt and make for the closest exit as fast as his legs would carry him. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 03:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha Al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha tilted her head, and then turned to sit sideways on her seat. Her elbow rested against the top of the table and she rested her head into her palm.&nbsp; This way, she could stare at him to her heart's content.&nbsp; He was clearly not happy about her presence, and about her fascination with him. Nasha wasn't overly bothered by it. A lot of people were bothered by an Aes Sedai's attention, regardless of Ajah. People who had something to hide, mainly, and she understood that he felt he definitely had some secret.<br><br>"You are not." Nasha said when he mentioned not feeling that he was the same person. "A long time ago, what you are was more common. It is said that in the age of legends, men ran with wolves." Remembering where she was, Nasha glanced about quickly and appeared as if nothing changed, but any channeler in the area would see a glow around her and the weaves of air surrounding them, making air so dense that sound would not carry out. He might feel a change in the pressure of the air around them, though it was small, but he could certainly notice that no sound from the library was reaching his ears anymore. If he chose to stand and run, he'd feel no more than a resistance and Nasha would quickly released the tied weave.<br><br>When Nasha spoke again, she wasn't whispering anymore. "You can speak normally now, no one else will hear us even if you shouted at the top of your lungs, though that would be highly unpleasant for the both of us." The weave contained much of the sound, and because of it, it would not be allowed to disperse.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You should have signed in, petitioned for the privilege of a visit here. We will see to put your name into the books when we get out of here." We. She was clearly taking for granted that he would be following her. Considering that she had a mind to give the man a good meal and a clean bed with access to clean, warm water, she figured that he would stay.&nbsp; <br></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 01:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Beneth felt the metaphorical knife twist as Nasha so matter-of-factly confirmed that he was definitely no longer the same as he had once been, and looked down at the table as the frustration and helplessness he'd been staving off bore down on him oppressively. "If I'm not me anymore, then what in the name of the Light am I?" he muttered as he balled his hands into fists overtop of his knees beneath the table. It had been a question born of desperation without much hope for any real answer, but it seemed that the Aes Sedai may have had something more to tell him. But shortly after she began speaking about his strange affliction and it's apparent connection to ages long past, she paused to look around for any eavesdroppers.<br><br>Beneth would have been able to smell it if there was anyone else nearby, so he was about to say that they were alone. Just as he opened his mouth though...there was...something different. He was soon the one looking around; detecting a subtle change in the air that had him confused, he also quickly realized that he couldn't hear any sounds coming from the library anymore. Feeling unnerved by this sudden lack of sound after growing accustomed to being able to hear just about anything within a vast distance, he turned back to the Aes Sedai questioningly. She soon confirmed that it was her doing, and he blinked as he realized that stories about the women of the White Tower must have possessed more truth than he'd thought.<br><br>"Sorry. I didn't think I'd need a library card just to take a book off of the shelf." he said, keeping his voice low despite her assurances that he could speak normally now. She said that his name would be added to some books once they had left, and he took notice of the way she said the word 'we'. She already seemed to have plans in mind for him, and while he was still wary, he wasn't sure he was in a position to refuse her. He had come here looking for answers, and it seemed that she could provide them. He just hoped that they wouldn't be provided from the outside of a jail cell. "Do you really know what's happening to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 01:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"It is more about protecting the books and protecting the novices from those who could come here with ill intentions, Beneth." Nasha stated matter-of-factly. She started to sort the pile with a single look at the books. There were three different pile, which at first made little sense. One was about the animal, all about the wolves from those who had studied them. The second was about legends of old where Beneth could find some information but he would have to be able to tell the folklore apart from the truth and it was not always obvious. It was the third, the smallest pile, that would matter to him.<br><br>"If I remember correctly, your eyes turned amber, your sight and sense of smell and hearing changed. You began to feel that there were other wolves in the vicinity, and you might share a telepathic bond with them." Nasha said, but her words were vague. She was speaking as she thumbed through the pages of a books about the talents of the Age of Legends and even before. "Ah, there it is." She declared, satisfied. She put the book in front of him. There was a drawn image of several men running alongside wolves on one page, and at the top was written "Wolfbrother"<br><br>"There is not much known about the origins of the condition, how one becomes a wolfbrother while the other members of his family do not.&nbsp; What you are is extraordinary, Beneth. You are a link between wolf and men. In this chapter of the book, it says that you can enter the world of Dreams. You have to hold onto the human side of you, though, or you might go mad and think yourself a wolf…" Nasha warned, but there was a spark in her eye, a certain interest. Again, she was trying not to jump all over him like a Green would, but she couldn't help it; she wanted to know from someone who lived it today how it felt.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 02:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Beneth's little bit of sarcasm didn't seem to phase Nasha very much, and she only offered a logical response before deftly piling all of the books he had taken from the shelves into three different and orderly stacks. She took one of the books from the third stack and began flipping through it while vaguely speaking about his condition. He sat there in silence as she summed up everything he already knew about his abilities until she found something she deemed of note within her book, and looked down at a drawn image of men running in a pack alongside several wolves. Atop the page was the word "Wolfbrother" as well, and he winced slightly as he realized the significance of the term. "I've seen something like this before...from the wolves..." he said as he placed his hand on the page.<br><br>Nasha explained that there truly wasn't much that was known about this talent - if it could really be called that - and that the exact trigger of the changes was unknown as well. "Sounds like puberty..." he muttered, resisting the urge to pinch the brim of his nose. The Aes Sedai insisted that this was all very special though, and he looked at her like she might have actually been the crazy one when she said that the book insinuated that he could enter something called the world of dreams. It was easy to see that he didn't understand what she was talking about. <br><br>That little tidbit was quickly overshadowed by her somewhat casual warning of what could happen to him should he lose his humanity to this Wolfbrother business, and he grew visibly shaken. "G-Go mad?" he whispered, remembering the day that the White Cloaks had chased him down once again. Was that what had happened to him? Had he lost his mind? The image of throwing himself at those two men entered his mind; growling and snarling like a feral wolf, he had torn into them like a man possessed. Or perhaps...like an animal possessed. He shook his head to dismiss that thought, and looked down at the book again. "I don't want this. What am I supposed to do now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 05:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">"I've never been good with the sugar coating,&nbsp; but I guess you figured as much by now… I see that I might have confused you more than reassured you…" Nasha said, her tone as apologetic as she could manage. It did sound like an apology, but there was a certain confidence behind her word that tempered it all. "Let's see… Puberty would be a good trigger, but the accounts that I've read all put the men in their late teenage years when their eyes began to change."&nbsp; Nasha said, considering the suggestion.<br><br>"As for going mad… Sometimes, wolfbrothers forsake their human nature and behave like wolves. They actually think of themselves as wolves. Run and hunt with them, become feral. Unless you work on keeping in touch with your human side, you could fall into the madness of thinking yourself a wolf." That was what the book said, and Nasha had faith in the content of most books, she knew to have a critical mind however, and not believe it just because someone used ink to put an idea on paper.<br><br>"You can stay here, as a guest, for a while. You will be given food and a bed, access to this library. However… I am sure you are aware that this place isn't an inn, or an infirmary. If you are to stay you have to have a good reason. Let me study what you can do, I will share my findings with you and guide you wherever I can. I may not have your talents, but I do know how to go about researching things. I can leave you time to think about it. Time to read the book before you give me your answer, if you would like."&nbsp; Nasha offered. She could return to her own book and research for a time, but she was his self-appointed escort through the Tower now. He would not be allowed to wander without her or an Accepted, as was proper. </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 07:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Beneth sighed and gave Nasha a flat look as the Aes Sedai realized that her manner wasn't all that reassuring for the man, and sank down a little in his chair as she mused over the exact causes of his change. She also spoke of what exactly it might be like were he to go mad, making it difficult not to picture that exact thing. What would the woman say if she knew that he may have already crossed that line once before? "Great. I guess as long as I avoid going around marking my territory, I'll be fine." he said as he looked away uncomfortably. How exactly was he supposed to stay in touch with his human side? He'd have thought that was what he'd been doing his entire life, and yet here he was. Clearly he had missed something along the way.<br><br>Nasha offered him a place to stay within the White Tower then; it wasn't as charitable as it sounded though, as it seemed that if he were to stay it would be under the condition that he allow the woman to study him and his unique condition. Looking at her in consideration and inadvertently catching her scent again, he couldn't be certain if she was more interested in actually helping him cope with what was happening to him or simply learning about Wolfbrothers. But it wasn't as if he had many options, and he had originally came here in search of aid in the first place. So it wasn't long after Nasha returned to her book that he nodded his head and spoke up.<br><br>"Alright. I'll stay." he said, glancing down at the page within his own book and looking over some of the information about Wolfbrothers. "Just don't expect me to walk around wearing a collar with my nametag on it." he continued, not certain he liked the idea of needing to be constantly accompanied by someone whenever he was in the tower, even if they were pretty girls like Nasha or some of the others he had passed within the halls. "...thank you, though. Where do we start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 03:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha left Beneth some space so that he could take his decision. She slowly gathered her things, preparing to take a break for the moment and maybe even stop for the night although it was her favorite moment to be in the library because no one else was there. While she gathered the books and her notes, she pondered how she would go about helping Beneth. First, she really had to work on her bedside manners. The man needed help and reassurance, and shoving the truth in his face without any sort of cushion was not a good way to do the latter.<br><br>Should she considered dealing with him as someone a bit less human and a bit more animal? No, she thought that he still of sound mind even if she had not spent much time with him and she was no expert in diseases of the mind. She would not address him as she would a pet or an animal, but rather on someone who ran on instinct more than the average person. That would make sense, and most likely not have him feel like she considered him her inferior or any sort of mentally-challenged person.<br><br>Nasha pushed the train of thought aside once her decision was taken. Arrangements would have to be made to accommodate him, but he would hardly be the first male guest in the White Tower. The only thing that she feared would be to have a Yellow interfere and try to heal him, or worse yet, some ignorant young red thinking that it had something to do with male channeling and try to gentle the man. The latter would be harmless, but still unpleasant for the man who has done nothing wrong.<br><br>His words pierced through her thoughts and she looked at him as if she just remembered that he was only paces away from her. "You will be treated as a human being, Beneth. I have no intention of treating you differently." She replied to his wry comment about collar and nametag. She knew the meaning behind the sarcasm, and she answered it with blunt truth as she most likely would every time unless he rubbed off her.<br><br>Nasha inclined her head to acknowledged the words of gratitude, and then considered his question. "Leave the books; an Accepted will sort them out. How about some food? I haven't had my evening meal yet. I am sure there is still plenty to eat…" There was always food ready to eat; Nasha knew that even in the dead of the night, she could find a snack or a full meal if she wanted to eat. She closed the last book with a soft thump that no longer seemed contained by the dome of silence that she had placed upon them before. She turned toward him, a small smile tugging at her lips in an attempt to appear more friendly and less information-oriented.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 21:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Nasha's answer was blunt yet relieving, so Beneth nodded his head when she assured him that she had no intention of treating him as anything less than human. He stood up as she told him to leave the books behind for an Accepted to deal with, and heard his stomach growling loudly as she brought up the subject of food. Having spent nearly all of his time in the wild since fleeing Amadica, he had only been able to eat what he had been able to hunt. And while he was a capable marksmen, he hadn't always been lucky enough to have enough to eat. So getting some real food in his belly sounded like a very good idea at the moment. "As long as I get to eat at the table, and not out of a bowl." he said as a way of affirmation as he waited for her to finish with her books so they could go.<br><br>She smiled at him for the first time then; it was a only small upturning of her lips, but it was enough to give her a more affable air compared to the brisk manner she had displayed so far. To most it might not have meant that much, but with Beneth's powerful nose he was able to smell the slight change to her demeanor as well. It made the gesture seem more genuine, and he managed a small grin as well. "L-Lead the way. I have no idea where anything is in this place. I don't even know how I managed to get here without an 'Accepted' holding my hand. What exactly is an Accepted, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-09-2015, 06:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha gathered her notes in a neat stack, pen carefully wiped and tucked away in her pouch, when she motioned to an Accepted who was studying library sciences under another Brown sister, to come forward. When she heard his comment about eating out of a bowl, she figured that she had answered this comment previously, and just tilted her head as if to say "Really?" but she remained quiet. <br><br>"An Accepted… You don't know what an Accepted is?" There was a certain dose of surprise in her voice. She was sure that everyone knew what an Accepted was, but then there were part of the world where Aes Sedai were outlawed just for being able to touch the source, wasn't there? Nasha did not want him to feel stupid or anything, and so she motioned to the young woman coming toward them.<br><br>"Child, please put the books about wolves in their proper place, and put my books in their usual place." Nasha requested, her tone level but more considerate than if she were addressing a servant. The young woman had earned the ring after all.<br><br>"Yes, Aes Sedai." The Accepted said.<br><br>"Women who arrive at the White Tower to be trained are called Novice. They are considered as children and you should not make contact with them. They wear white dresses. Accepteds, are a little more than children; they are trusted to have enough head on their shoulder not to make stupid mistakes. They were white dresses with the color of the seven ajahs at the hem."&nbsp; Nasha motioned at the accepted and then with a movement of her head, she invited Beneth to follow her. "You can talk to them, but if they tell you not to go somewhere, or to stop doing what you are doing, you must listen to them; they will keep you out of trouble."<br><br>Heading toward the door, Nasha went on. "Aes Sedai you must always obey, unless what they tell you is different than what I told you. Unless you want more than me poking you this way and that, you might want to keep your head down and avoid dog-related comments. Many here would not have a clue why your eyes are so strange - beautiful, but out of the ordinary. Those who do will seek to know more, and those who are merely curious… could land you in uncomfortable positions." Nasha wouldn't put it past the Red to want to try to gentle him.<br><br>"I'll leave it to one of the Master to explain to you the way our guards work.&nbsp; You will sleep in the barracks, with them, until further notice or until you choose to leave." Nasha slowed her steps as they arrived at the door out of the library and turned her gaze to him. All along, she had spoken in an hushed tone to avoid being overheard or bothering a reader, but she expected that he could hear her just fine. Now, though, she offered him a moment to ask questions before she led him to the dining room.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>15-09-2015, 05:17:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Beneth Farsheron<br><strong>Position:</strong> Refugee<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>"The White Cloaks tend to discourage any talk of Aes Sedai that isn't damning them for their heresy." Beneth replied as Nasha questioned how he couldn't know what something like an Accepted was. He scratched the side of his head as he realized how that quip might sound to someone who actually lived in the White Tower, and glanced around to make sure no one was coming to box him around the ears or worse using the strange power that the women here could command. "Not that I think that way or anything, I was just...paraphrasing."<br><br>A young woman had approached while they'd been talking, and Beneth tilted his head as he watched the way that Nasha commanded the girl. It was clear that there was some sort of hierarchy to the White Tower he wasn't privy to yet. But thankfully his guide to all things Aes Sedai was there to explain how it all worked for him, and he was quick to follow along as they prepared to leave the Library behind.<br><br>It was a lot of information to absorb all at once on top of everything else he'd learned today, but he did his best to follow along as the woman ran through the different levels of status within the Tower. But of course, there were more than just women who lived within it's walls, and she implied that he would soon be speaking to someone else to learn how the guards conducted themselves about the premises. "Sounds better than sleeping than sleeping in the brush." he muttered, having almost forgotten what it was like to sleep in an actual bed. As his eyes occasionally wandered to some of the women they passed in the Library though and finally back to Nasha herself, he thought that he wouldn't mind sharing with some of them. He had a feeling that Aes Sedai weren't terribly fond of flirting though, so kept that thought to himself for the moment.<br><br>"So stay away from the Novices, and do whatever the Accepted and Aes Sedai tell me to do without question. Got it. It'll almost be like I never left home." he said with a twinge of sarcasm. He didn't plan on pushing his luck though, as he was counting on Nasha's help. With that in mind, he decided to follow her advice and try to keep a low profile within the Tower if he could.<br><br>Nasha had fallen silent as she reached the end of her explanation, and Beneth could sense that she was waiting for any questions that he might have. There was something that he was curious about, now that he had learned a little bit more about how things worked in the Tower. Now seemed like as good a time as any to ask, so he decided to go ahead and get it out of the way. "So...who's in charge around here? Do the Aes Sedai all just...govern themselves, or is there someone that you answer to? I mean, I'm sure there's someone around here who can administer the spankings when needed, right?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The White Tower ~ The Library &amp; Secret archives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 22:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/BrownAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Nasha al'Maena<br><strong>Position:</strong> Sister, Brown Ajah<br><strong>Bondmate:</strong> Not yet<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beneth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br><strong>Place:</strong> Library, heading out.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/a<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasha raised an eyebrow when he mentioned the Children of the Light and now placed the accent with the area. It made sense then that he knew so little about the White Tower. She did not expect everyone to know, but having no knowledge at all seemed strange, considering Tar Valon was one of the most influential nation in the Westland. Or so Nasha liked to think anyway.<br><br>"You got the gist of it." Nasha said, a touch of amusement seeping into her voice. "That should keep you out of trouble.&nbsp; For the time being, at least.&nbsp; You don't have to obey everything we tell you to do, but transgression would land you out of the Tower, back in Tar Valon very quickly, and I would rather that didn't happen until you feel you are ready to face the world with your new senses." But also not before she had had the time to learn at least a bit more about this.<br><br>"Aes Sedai are adults; women who have gone through several years of extremely hard labor and education. Even so, we have leaders. I'll start by the top, rather than the bottom. Let's get us something to eat…" Nasha led Beneth toward the kitchen, explaining who is the Amyrlin seat, how to recognize her, and how to address her, then came the keeper with the same kind of information and finally the Hall, where it got a bit more complicated, given that they were under the Amyrlin, but had the power to depose her.<br><br>The Kitchen was on a lower floor, with its adjacent dining room. The corridors leading there were strangely empty. With the first night of the faire happening, the tower had drained most of the non-essential personnel out into the street. A lot of it was business as usual, though, and it wasn't rare to cross a woman in a white dress who was scurrying away with folded laundry, dropping a quick curtsy when they met the Aes Sedai.<br><br>&lt;Continued in the Kitchen&gt;<br><br></div>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>