Whitecloaks

    "Ick." said Sen, running his hands through his hair. He stared at
himself in the mirror, his hair was darkening from it's usual bleached
look, due to his absense from the sun. It was just too hard to constantly
be outside at the Black Tower, something in a musty cellar or inside
always had to be done. Even his deep tan was diminishing, which he had
gained from spending years in the Waste.
     Sen let out a deep sigh and picked up a glass of wine that sat on his
dresser and examined the rest of himself in the mirror. Standing
shirtless, his body was marred with muscles which wrapped around him
tightly. Not nearly the physique that his brother had, one of pure muscle
and absolutely stunning to look at, but perfect none-the-less. He was much
slimmer, almost too slim, yet gifted with unearthly speed. He appeared to
be a pretty-boy, and far too many people had underestimated him. Like all
Mayenners, he was skilled in unarmed combat, but his speed and the years
spent in the waste made him lethal.
    Sen let his thoughts wander to his brother for a moment, the bastard
who had caused him to end up in the Black Tower, had him ambushed by
brigands and nearly killed. But, it wasn't all that bad. He had become far
stronger then his brother, far stronger then any normal man could claim,
for he was an Asha'man now. His talents in unarmed combats were
insignificant next to the earth-shattering powers he held. Soon... so very
soon, he would return to exact vengence on his brother. Where  his brother
had been always been his superior physically, Sen was far more
intelligent, and he would always have the One Power to help him.
    Sen finished his wine off, then slipped into his clothes. He was
interrupted while placing his blue cloak over his shoulders as an envelope
slipped under his door, and a knock resounded on it. Curious, he walked
over and examined it. Made of corse paper, with the seal of the Black
Tower, and addressed to "Sen", it made him think twice about opening it.
     He skimmed over the letter and groaned. It was from the M'Hael, with
strict orders to goto the border of Amador. He nearly screamed. His mind
raced with thoughts on who would supervise transport of all the goods, on
who would haggle with his dealers, and most of all, what the hell was the
point of sending him to Amador?!?! Slipping the letter into his pocket, he
headed towards the Avenamen Commander's office.
     Sen arrived shortly, and with a curt knock, was let in. His Battle
Group Commander sat behind his desk examining some sort of Ter'Angreal,
either ignoring Sen, or too engrossed in his work to notice Sen.
"Commander..." interupted Sen.
     "Hmm.. Oh! Good afternoon there. What can I do for you?" said the
somewhat docile Commander, smiling at the Asha'man who single handed
procured all the Black Tower's supplies.
     Sen dropped the letter onto his desk without a word, and waited for
him to finish reading it. "Well?" asked Sen, quite irritated at having to
leave behind all his finances even for a week or so.
     "Umm... I think the M'Hael would like you to take care of the
Whitecloaks... without force." said the Commander, stating the obvious.
     "Why me though? There must be someone else... I am quite busy, as you
know."
     "I would surmise that it's your ability to work with the townspeople
and convince them to get rid of the White Cloaks that got.."
     "SO WHAT?!?!? Really, what's going to happen... to everything? Years
of my work... all down the drain..." grumbled Sen, plopping down into the
chair across the desk from his Commander.
     "Really Sen, you need to get over it. You'll manage with a few days
of vacation... go off... talk to the village elders into getting rid of
the Whitecloaks, drink a little... I don't think you need me to tell you
how to do it all. The faster you get moving, the faster you will get back.
Remember, you're an Asha'man now, not a noble." chidded Rafen.

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    "SOLDIER!" said Sen, coming up behind a middle age man who seemed to be sleeping against one side of the practice yard, a book covering his face. The soldier scrabled up, being suprised on someone coming up on him so easily.
     "Yes... Asha'man..." said Kalagar, recognizing Sen from his being pointed out around the tower wearing little else besides Sharan silks and no marks of the Black Tower.
      "What's your name?" asked Sen, glancing at the title to the book he was reading, and noting that he had read it not one week before.
      "Kalagar..."
      "Well Kalagar, gather your things, we're going to Ghelding." said Sen, noticing the man standing upright was about the same height, but had quite a few pounds on him. Hmm.... reads... moves quick enough... "What do you know about shipping?" asked Sen. For the first time it dawned on him that he may need someone to replace him while he was gone, and training a protoge would be to his advantage.
        "It envolves moving goods from one point to another... preferably using the cheapest method possible." said Kalagar, smiling slightly. Since he had arrived at the Tower, he had heard of going on "missions" with Sen, which rarely envolved more than a day of channeling crates through gateways, followed by a night of drinking and going to bed with your pockets lined with gold. Besides, it was rumered that Sen could procure all sorts of things made of the One Power.
      "Good enough. Come with me, I better find you some better clothes. Those look like scraps." said Sen, nodding to himself with satisfaction, then setting a hard pace back to his room.
     He quickly crossed over the practice yard, skirting groups of men blowing up rocks, and attacking each other with wooden lathes. "...still, why bother using a weapon that you CAN'T use, when I know perfectly well another!" said a young soldier with irritation.
     Sen stopped in his tracks, having heard himself say the same thing to the Captain of the Soldiers at least 50 times. He had been horible at the Longsword, using it as a stick instead of a sword, yet he had become an Asha'man by bypassing the sword and using the more familiar spear as his weapon of choice.
     "You should give the Soldiers a little room, Captain." interjected to the Captain, who was about to beat the soldier to a pulp with the lathe to 'convince' him that a sword was better than a knife. The Captain looked over at Sen and grimaced, knowing that Sen had become an Asha'man without ever having to swing a sword, and he was a very bad example.
     "Well, it's nice to see you Asha'man, I hope you'll be staying for a while?" said the Captain, not bothering to hide his sarcasim at all.
     Sen's smile broadened as he thought of the small amount of irritation he could endow to the Captain. "I'm sorry, but I can't today. I have a mission... and require the help of that Soldier there." Sen pulled his orders from his belt and handed it over to the Captain with a large grin on his face.
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-Tav

 "Soldier Rohan! Over here!" The Captain boomed toward the practice ground, the soldier practicing with him gestured to stop and Rohan put his lathe back on the rack.  He walked quickly back to the table where the Captain and an Asha'man he recognized as Sen.
 "Rohan, you will come with me, there is a mission and I've heard you are from a farm, you must know much about shipping your farm goods." Sen, the Asha'man questioned in a not-so-pleasant tone.
 "Well, yes Asha'man Sen, when shall we leave?" Rohan answered in a calmer yet quickened tone (from his intensive practice).
 "Tommorow afternoon, you will report to me tonight to ready supplies though." Sen said in a commanding voice.
 "Yes Asha'man."

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 Rohan hurried back to his room to pack his bags for the upcoming mission.  He had been enjoying his break after the last big one.  He took a bag out and put his sleeping roll and some of his clothing in the bag as well as a few sharpening tools, some crackers and the bottle of poisin he hadn't used yet.
 When the saddle bags were packed, he took his sword and sheathed it, the uncrowned blademaster. . . that was him. . .
 It was nearly dark when Rohan realized he might be late for Sen's big packing session.  He placed the blade next to the other supplies and headed out the door.

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Have fun writing...

Rohan Dutari1

 "Well, I don't know about this Ivan." The old Cairhien said in his particular accent that marked him as a Cairhien even if his short stature did not. "I mean I am now in charge of the Library with our brothers death. I have many responsibilities."
 "We could both be dead before the Sunrises. Lets at least enjoy our time together, whatever it may bring." Replied the big Kandorian "now quit acting like a woman and come along. I enjoy books as much as the next man, maybe not as much as you, but there is a time for everything. I have been learning to be a Warder now for the past several months and I am finally back. I want a drink with my friends."
 "But-"
 "No butts, excepts that of a woman's." He interrupted the old man with a quick grin. Throwing up his hands in frustration, Xyranthes finally nodded in agreement and said in a tone laced with amusement.
 "Where are we going?"
 "Anywhere the women are lose, the ale is cheap and beds are soft. We wont be needed here for a few days."
 "All right, all right, I know just the place Ivan, and don't say that I did not warn you."
 "I will consider myself warned old man, "Ivan replied his lips parted in a wide grin that never seemed to reach his eyes. His black eyes always wore the same haunted look whatever the situation. "but now lets leave. I have contacted a few of our friends in the tower and asked if they want to come."
 "Well, who will be joining us on this expedition to brave the depths of woman kind and the search for perfect mug of Ale?"
 "I told several of our friends to meet us on the practice yards. They should be there now."
 "As you wish Ivan." Xyranthes said, with an fluid and graceful bow that indicated the door of the library.
 "No, my good sir, after you." Ivan said with a gesture of his hand. With that the two men departed the library, with the smelly old musty tomes seeking out company of the fairer sex.
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Notes: Sorry it sucked but I just wanted to get it done with.
 
 The Aielman waited outside in the practice yards, watching the last vestiges of the sun trace shadows across the lines of weapon's racks, training circles, and the large stone with the names of his brethren who had lost their minds to the taint.  He didn't want to think about that, what he wanted was some fair liquor and fairer company.
 Tor had received Ivan's message to meet him here and was surprised that no one else had shown up thus far, usually his friends jumped at the chance for some hard drinking and skirt chasing.............

Tor the Shaido,
I know it sucked and it's short, but I'm waitin' on everybody else.

 "Thank you, Asha'man,"  the young soldier, Dedalis, had placed his bundle of reeds next to the other practice swords and was now at Sen's shoulder.
"I think the Captain was getting pissed.  I feel like I'm swinging an oar when I use that stupid longsword."
"Just have your gear ready to go on time," was the Asha'man's only reply.
"Yes, sir," fortunately Dedalis had over heard the Asha'man's comments about leaving tomorrow and the packing session that evening.

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 This being the young soldier's first mission with the Black Tower,  he was both excited and frightened.
"What if I screw up?" he mumbled to himself as he walked back to his small room.  "All this is so new to me,"  Another soldier looked at him sharply.  Soldiers talking to themselves was a bad sign.
Dedalis nodded to him and said, "I'm not mad yet."  This earned a short laugh and the other Soldier passed on.

 Back in his room, Dedalis began packing his few belongings, then began working on his twin short-swords.
 "They're not knives," he almost pouted as he inspected first one razor-sharp edge and then the other.  Both were free of nicks or chips not having been used since his arrival to the Black Tower.
 "Well, if the Dragon says we learn the longsword, then I'll damn well learn it. I'll be the best..." he cut off, realizing he was talking to himself again.  Old habits die hard.  I'll just have to watch myself.
 He sat there on the edge of his cot pondering this for some time,  then rose abruptly and headed out the door, meeting Rohan on the way to the meeting.
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This is my first RP, I'll learn along the way.
Eric
Soldier Stephan Dedalis

 "SOLDIER!" It had taken Kalagar a while to realize he was being addressed. These practice sessions were so dull. That's why he always brought a book. This one was about the cache of Ter'Angreal in Tear. The book's cover was so worn from age that the name had faded long ago. He caressed it lovingly as he read it, the descriptions of the Ter'Angreal sending delightful shivers up his spine, if only he were there...
 Then he realized that the loud Asha'man seemed to require a response. "Yes... Asha'man..."
 "What's your name?"
 "Kalagar"
 "Well Kalagar, gather your things, we're going to Ghelding, what do you know about shipping?"
 Kal couldn't remember the rest of the conversation. Something about Kal's cloths. He followed Sen over to the Captain of Soldiers. Kal sighed at the rest of the soldiers quibbling about not wanting to use swords. He knew he could fence circles around most of these newcomers hands down, after his training at the Tower with the Gaidin. Most people underestimated the distracted, pudgy, young soldier, but only before he gave them a new set of scars.
 Sen recruited a few more people, and Kal looked forward to an easy trip involving little more then the channeling of crates. Then Kal stopped when he got back to his room and got some of his newer clothes out, along with a few books to read during the more boring times.

 That night Rohan and the other soldiers were working hard, and some not so hard.  He was glad he didn't know them well, or Sen may have though him in on their tricks and play.  He knew Kalagar, whom he was working with and Dedalis, a newer soldier.  He had a habit of meeting the newer soldiers, rather than the ones that had spent more than 6 months as a soldier, being that he would like to make friends amoung the future Dedicated and Asha'man.
 The next crate was of grain from Tear.  Kalagar and he were tired, for the paking/moving was almost finished, so they opted to lift the crate by hand.  It wasn't as heavy as they expected it to be, but that must just be because they had been lifting with the OP.

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At the request of  the great one, I shall write something about how "Andy stinks up the bathroom after he eats burritos."

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 Near the practice ground, Rohan was practicing with his sword.  He had made sure he had gotton up early.  It was nearing the normal time the people of the BT woke up.
 A scream came from the Asha'man apartments.  Men came screaming from the building.  He ran over to see what the problem was.
 "Rohan, get out of here, Andy's done it agian!" a passing Asha'man said.
 "What?  Andy did what?" he ran after them man.
 "He.. he.. ATE A FLAMING BURRITO!!" the man shouted back.

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Well, see you.  Have fun, don't TOS me for saying flaming....

XsXeFuryX is not a known AOL member...

Rohan

 Walking around the building, Mingar Blightsbane noticed an Aeilman waiting out in the yard.  He could tell by the cut of his coat that this man was Shaido.  Mingar slowly started to walk toward the Aeilman.  After his first step the blond man's eyes instantly sought out Mingar.  This Aeilman had  a good pair of ears, not many men could detect Mingar's soft tread.  He had been raised in Shienar, where he had learned the arts of war, and death.  The sword on his back had been unleashed more times that Mingar could remember, for some reason Mingar knew the day he broke his sword would be the day he died.
 Walking up to the Aeilman, brown eyes met blue, and they nodded their acknowledgment.
 "My name is Mingar Blightsbane." said Mingar, "What is your name and society Shaido?  You are far from the Waste. Are you going on this litte expedition, if the Creator stands with us we may not have any trouble eh!!"
 Mingar saw the aeilman look at the list of men dead from the taint.
 "Dont worry about that, Death comes for everyman."  Shaking off the seriousness Mingar said,"So when does all this fun start?"

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Sorry guys this isnt my best work, i am a little out of practice.
Joe
Mingar Blightsbane

   "Ughhh...." said Sen, stretching in his comfortable bed. It
definitely was
something he had to get use to, switching from the rock pallets in the
waste to nice soft feather beds. You would think that after nearly 5
months, he would have adjusted by now, but, like much of his life and
habits, the ones he gained in the waste were sticking to him like glue.
    He hoped out of bed, rotating his head to relive some stiffness to his
head, then moved over to the room's mirror to exam his bare self in the
mirror. "As beautiful as ever." he commented, then gave himself a wink.
    A giggle squeked from under the heavy covers of the room's bed. "You
know, flattery will get you everywhere." The owner of the voice peeked out
and rubbed her eyes gingerly. Sen meerly smiled even more broadly and
shrugged to himself, taking a glass of wine half finished from the
previous night and emptying it in his mouth.
    "Well my pretty, I've got a long day ahead of me. A new mission, new
work, and of course lots of new people, thus I must attend to my duties. I
shall see you sometime in the following weeks?" said Sen, pulling on his
discarded pants, and shirt.
    "Why? Where're you going?" asked the women, opening her covers up to
invite Sen back in for a little bit.
    "Life my sweet, is a delicate balance of work and play. Do too much of
one, and it ends far too early. But, if you must know, I have some
dealings in Ghelding which require my attention." Sen explained sincerly
to her, placing his cloak over his shoulder and moving to the window to
check how much of the usable day was left. A shade before noon.
    "Farewell my love! I will be back as soon as I can!" said Sen, taking
his leave, he departed with a kiss and a swirl of his cape.

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     Bathing usually helps. thought Sen, eyeing his band of Soldiers. But
like himself, they all appeared to be men who had spent a little too much
time on the road. He had replaced his impecable wardrobe with the drab
battered outfits that a caravan master might wear, and most of the
Soldiers wore their usual rustic yard clothing.
     "Well boys, time to mount up. You 6 will take caravan guard." he
pointed out a row of soldiers consisting of Dealan, Sephiroth,
Dedalis and a few others. "Chakka,
you're master of the rear wagon, I'll take point with..." he looked around
at the Rag-tag group and nodded to Kano, who seemed a little better
dressed. "What's your name driver?"
     "Kano, Asha'man."
     "Well, first rule. You will now refer to me as Master, Lord, or just
Sen. Second, the only people who will be refered to as Soldiers will be
our valiant guards. Kalagar, you ride on the rear wagon also. I need a
manservant... Rohan, you have the honor."
     "Alright, you all have your places, we're an hour out of town, then
we'll get to work. Rohan will settle basecamp somewhere in either of the
town's 3 inns. Sephiroth is head of the Guard, and will take a watch on
the main street. I'll make sure our goods are taken care of, and Kalagar
will take 3 of you with him and scout out the Whitecloaks. My report last
said there were 125-140 of them, so watch your backs boys. Most
importantly, do not channel."
     Sen nodded, waiting for each of his men to nod in agreement, then
smiled. "Well, let's have some fun then. Mount your lazy asses up you
stinkin' good for nothings!!!!" screamed Sen, climbing onto the lead wagon
with Kano. "What'm'I paying ye all for then? MOVE!!!!" yelled Sen,
bouncing slightly as the horses started moving and Sephiroph galloped
ahead to lead.
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-Tav

 The wagons jerked ahead after Sen's orders.  Noticing that he wasn't on, he quickly jumped to the wagon that Sen had gotton into just a few moments earlier.
 Hehe, a manservant.  Rohan hoped the job wouldn't be that bad, but the ride shouldn't be to bad, except for the usual boredom of traveling in a wagon for a few days.
 Sen's wagon was as fit, the best of them, yet it was packed with "stuff" for a more realistic look.  What he didn't know was that the crates were acctually full of various wine and drinks.  A definate plus to being with the Master as Sen had told them to call him.
 He placed his moderatly sized bag in a corner and hung his ornate heron marked sword on a hook (you know I'm a BM right? well, I am).  Sen beckoned for him to sit on the bench by a table where Sen had already broken into the first bottle.
 "Never really knew you were a blademaster, just good with a sword." Sen started, taking a quick pause to take a sip.
 "Well, I've recently become a blademaster, but there's no problem in that I guess, I just get to skip th lessons at the BT and spend my time practicing."  Rohan had not taken a sip, he went to his bag in the corner and brought a book to the small bench and started reading.  "If you need anything, ask.  I guess this trip is going to be a nice time to study."

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 That night the wagons had stopped and parked in a circle.  Inside the circle people were conversing, soldiers taking about the trip or about their hometowns.  There were a few Dedicated near some wagons discussing more serious topics, and then there were the other soldiers, Rohan, Kalagar, Sephiroth, and another he didn't know.

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Ok, have fun, do a paragraph, do a novel, have fun manipulating my character (not to much, just simple things).  And uhh, nothing...

  Jumping out of the wagon when it pulled into to the circle Mingar went to relive himself at the nearest tree.  Walking back into the circle he noticed Kalager,  and Rohan talking to another soldier.  He knew Rohan and Kalager from other people but he did not know them personally.  Walking up to the group of soliders he introduced himself.
  "Hello, my name is Mingar.  I believe we have not met before?"  As he clasped each arm of these men he felt their strength.  Mingar felt a little belittled by these men, he had always been the biggest and strongest, now it was he who was the weaker one.
"So when do we break camp in the morning?  Hopefully not too early, eight hours of sleep would go really well with me right now.", asked Mingar.
"I would not mind some sleep either but as Sen's "servant" i must be awake before my "master" and make sure all his needs are met." added Rohan with a laugh.
"Just think of it this way, you always are the first to get the wine and ale, that is after Sen.", joked Kalagar.
All of the men laughed together but Mingar had more on his mind than just wine and sleep.
" Do you think we will have alot of trouble with those wretched Whitecloaks?  I have never fought whitecloaks before.", muttered Mingar.
"I wouldn't worry about whitecloaks, we have enough steel here to deal with anything they can throw at us.", said a confident Sephiroth.
"I hope you are right.", mumbled a distracted Mingar
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Sorry guys right now i am in school so i cant write that much!! i think we all can agree that school is not one of the better or should i say more enjoyable institutions in our great country.
Joe

 Kal looked a Sen, more then a little surprised at being chosen to lead the spying mission. He knew Rohan wouldn't like being Sen's manservant, so made a note to ask him, the driver, Kano, also seemed reliable. Kal picked the third one, Dealan, basically at random, not really knowing that many others.
 He talked to Kano, Dealan, and Rohan, informing them of who else would be going, then went to Sen to make sure the man didn't have any last minute instructions.

 ((sorry about the shortness... really pressed for time here... ::whimpers::))