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Traveling: The Gateway Drug
Mon Jan 1, 2007 10:51 (XFF:,

Lady Veradis of House Bayanard requested an audience with the Tsorovan’m’hael? Her knowledge of the Black Tower was dated, for not since Byran al’Korwyn had a Tsorovan’m’hael served office. Quine would be dispatched in his stead, then.

Civil unrest near Aringill? Saudade would be sent, and perhaps he’d have the man take Dedicated Ceto Amaya, too; it was a potentially illuminating experience from which any trainee could benefit, he did not doubt.

Threats of war on the Caralain Grass? Whispers of rumour, but potentially volatile if solidified into anything more than hearsay. He himself would go to investigate, though by nightfall.

The desk of Apocris sur Marlowe, Asha’man of the Black Tower, Ambassador of the State, and Track Leader of the Ambassadors was painstakingly organized. His inbox, though ample in size, was colour-coded: black for inter-Tower affairs, green for militaristic diversions, brown for municipal concerns, yellow for issues affecting federal nations, orange for impending or overdue subjects, and violet for all matters that spoke of immediate and world-changing gravity. Not since the grand skirmish in Illian had anything been branded with violet. Oh, Light, no.

Colour-coded documents had naught to do with obsession: they were nothing short of a necessity. In this day and age, in a time hallmarked by the oncoming of the Last Battle, the Ambassadorial division of the Black Tower could not stand to suffer under lax coordination. Apocris did everything possible to see that all issues were categorized and swiftly dealt with. That was how he worked. That was how everyone should work.

Efficiency in his work appeared to carry over into the realm of his appearance. Nothing of him was more than necessary. His eyes were no bluer than blue; his hair was no browner than brown; his height, posture, steps . . . it all was naught more than needed. There was nothing excessive about him. Just efficient.


Apocris glanced up from his desk, suddenly aware that another soul had entered his office. Oh, Light, how long had she been standing there? Asha’man Lara Tairese assumed occupation of his office, standing quietly without concern before his oaken desk. He was familiar with Lara. She was an Ambassador through and through. The woman had been one of those he affectionately referred to as the War Babies–the men and women raised either to the Sword or the Dragon for her valour in Illian. She was beautiful, really, tall and well-muscled, with battle-hardened features framed by unruly lengths of white-blonde hair. He smiled. Apocris always smiled for Lara. She smiled back; he liked it when she did.

“Ah, yes, Lara?” Apocris suddenly found himself wishing he had combed his hair with a bit more care this morning. Only when he was with Lara did the truth of how plain a man he really was crash down on him. “Can I help you?”

“Well, you posted a bulletin that you were looking for an Asha’man to teach the Traveling lesson, right?” Indeed he had. The lesson had been delegated to him by the M’Hael, so he had turned to his Ambassadors to find a soul upon whom he could impart this duty. Teaching . . . well, he didn’t much care for teaching, anyway. “I was slated to deliver an Apprenticeship, though the Dedicated in question has other matters, so I’m free for the afternoon. I’d love to help.”

“You would?” A smile blossomed on his cheeks, and he said the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll help you!” Inwardly, he flinched. Why did he do those things? There was so much work to do. So much. So much, much, much. Was he really that much a slave to his impulses to do the first thing Lara was?

The woman blinked, peering at him through heavy brown eyes. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said feebly, hiding the fruitlessness of his tone. “Really.”

No more than an hour later, Apocris and Lara were standing in the Northern Yards. A small chunk of the land had been squared off and meted out to their concern, and the pair was left to nothing short of waiting for the initiates to arrive. Traveling was one of his most favoured Talents. It, in itself, was freedom. Freedom. At this moment, if he so chose, he could be in Tremalking. Or . . . or Saldaea. Mayene. Amador. The Gaidin’s barracks of the White Tower. The Silver Circuit of Ebou Dar. The far end of the easternmost hallway of the third floor of the Aesdaishar Palance in Chachin, Kandor. Well-nigh of anything was possible. Anything.

On these thoughts, Soldiers and Dedicated began slowly to congregate. None would know whether they had the Talent, really. Some would end up being gifted therein. Some would not. All would be better for having made the attempt, however.

“Good afternoon,” Lara said upon their arrival. She had a rich, melodious voice, and some warm part inside of him cooed for her every word. Aren’t I just pathetic? “This lesson will delve into the Talent of Traveling. Most of you will have seen it before, I trust? Gateways? Asha’man Apocris and I will explore the Talent with you all, and, if there’s any fortune in the world, we’ll have a whole group of initiates with the Talent of Traveling within them.”

“What I’d like from you today,” Apocris said, “is an introduction.” He really didn’t teach lessons very often, but he had served in enough to know the standard way of things. “Name, age, Track, and . . . that should cover everything.”

OOC: Hooray for lessons! This is indeed a lesson on Traveling. Those with Traveling can join for Talent credit, and those without can earn CRP credit. 400 words minimum with the standard trimmings–character description, spelling and grammar check, and so on. Part I should be up in about a week. ;) Good luck!

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