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Ball of a time
Wed May 24, 2006 21:13
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Icy wind blew, sending shivers down the back of the wizened old man. Sergeant Felix moved a little, loosening his stiff limbs and trying to get some warmth into his tired old bones. Despite the onset of spring, there was still the occasional night of devilish cold. He shivered slightly as he leaned his bow against the wall beside him. Felix was a long way from the ground, standing at the highest point in Tar Valon. Literally.

Positioned atop the very height of the White Tower itself, Felix was on sentry duty. Presumably, he ought to be the very first to spot any hostile forces headed for Tar Valon. What he might see in the dead of the night, Felix did not know. He was a career soldier and had been up here hundreds of times in his forty odd years of service to the city guard and never once had he glimpsed anything beyond the inner gates. Barring an army marching under full torchlight, Felix personally doubted he would spot any force before they were banging on the gates of Tar Valon itself. But he was a soldier. It was not his place to question. He would do his job. He shivered again as another gust blew by. In the distance, a muffled bell rang. Two hours till dawn and a hot cup of tea. Felix stifled a yawn.




In the distance, a muffled bell rang. Two hours till dawn. Celeste stifled a yawn, blinking her eyes as she sought to banish sleep from the pale blue orbs. Silence reigned in the Accepted quarters, most of the girls still slumbering gently. For a moment, the warm bed beckoned.

Discipline kicked in. Shaking her head to clear the last of the cobwebs, the Accepted pulled herself out of bed. The wan, silvery beams of the full moon lanced through her window, supplying more than enough illumination. A splash of icy cold water from the washbasin brought with it full awareness. The shift was removed, deposited to its peg on the wall.

Emerging into the open fields outside the Accepted quarters, Celeste giggled slightly as an unbidden memory surfaced. The Arafellin girl knew that she looked like a shadow, clothed completely in midnight blue as she was. These were the clothes she preferred, rather than the stupid banded dress.

The wind blew again, tugging at the ends of her clothing and ruffling her hair. There was nothing left to billow. She had shorn her long tresses three days ago, leaving her with a short cut that would pass for a maleís. Composing herself, the Accepted stood still for a moment before moving slowly. It was a daily routine, for her to go through stretches and callisthenics in the pre-dawn hours. The movements flowed easily as muscles used to dancing limbered and stretched through the aerobic motions. There were a hundred and twenty seven positions. Each had to be run through with precision.

Another bell tolled as Celeste entered the final stance, the one called the Courtier. Just on time. Taking of at a slow run, the Accepted jogged toward the other end of the Tower grounds. She would arrive just in time for her first lesson of the day. Sword.



Pulling up at the designated field, Celeste joined the mass of AethaníTar clustered together. At their head, stood a blue eyed man, his crystal gaze running across the gathered trainees. Of middling build, well formed muscles were visible through his garments, particularly on his arms. Deep brown hair framed his face, bound at the back into a short ponytail.


Moments later, the SeiíTar began his lesson. An explanation ensued about some silly ball game that involved dodging a flying leather ball. A first demonstration was far more effective than anything he might have said to those of the AethaníTar who were still half-asleep. Celeste chuckled to herself. Despite its irregularity, it seemed that this lesson might get interesting. Of course, she had no intention of getting hit by that wad of hard boiled leather.

She ducked as it skimmed past, slamming straight into the chest of a boy behind her. Thank the light she had not announced that she was an Accepted else she would surely have been the primary target. As it was, the ball was flying her way often enough. Taking a glancing hit off the shoulder, Celeste winced slightly. The impact stung. She picked up the ball and launched it at random, a satisfying yelp confirming the hit. The game continued.


OOC: Have got clearence from both Donna and Jeremy to post

  • A Gaidin's Best Friend is his Sword!Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Mon May 15 09:07
    Harin, in spite of the lack of sunlight and the promise of morning in a couple of hours, was awake. Not just he, but most of the Sei'Tar population. The Aethan'Tar would just be rousing; their... more
    • Rotating leather orbSoldier Falora Tilde, Wed May 24 22:24
      It was dark. Falora wondered down the dank, dark corridors. She was somewhere beneath the earth. Water dripped from the stone above, the steady plip-plop a soft counterpoint to the staccato beats... more
    • Ball of a time — Accepted Celeste Illharess, Wed May 24 21:13
    • Philosophies, Disciplines and Stances!Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Wed May 24 04:18
      Scanning the courtyard, Harin decided that the game had done the job. The trainees looked slightly red faced, and a couple of them were stopping to double over and pant slightly. Yes. He'd let it go... more
      • The Forms to Success!Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Wed May 31 05:18
        They weren't children, so it was easy enough to rectify a mistake once and expect not to see it again. As such, Harin spent his time nipping possible bad habits in the bud. They were all quick to... more
        • Swing it, shake it, move it, Spar it.Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Sun Jun 11 05:47
          Harin watched as the more pitiful attempts becameÖ less pitiful. The forms were executed with a complete lack of precision or poise, but what they did have, was promise. Some seemed pleased with... more
          • Lesson ClosedRick, Tue Jun 20 04:13
            Nice job guys. Thanks to all who took part. Credit is awarded to: Sarin, Aethan'Tar Riani, Aethan'Tar Valla, Aethan'Tar Sirestes, Aethan'Tar. I will be e-mailing Jeremy with credit later today. So... more
          • To Be Practical or Orthodox?Sirestes Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 18 08:04
            Sirestes appeared to have done well enough with this activity, it seemed, for he was feeling confident in his skills when the time came to progress. He claimed no mastery over the weapon, but thought ... more
          • Enter The DummyValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Thu Jun 15 14:22
            Valla did not want a fair fight. She wanted someone with the grace and speed of a three legged pig. Half the intelligence; optional. It was not due to a desperation for victory, rather, not entirely... more
          • An Expected LossRiani Aethan'Tar, Wed Jun 14 13:55
            Sparring, Riani thought, gritting her teeth, oh, thatís just great. Excellent. Her mouth should have been dripping with the sarcasm of her unspoken words, but Riani had had sixteen years of practise... more
          • Wood as SteelSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 11 18:08
            Sarin scratched his chin as he listened to the SeiíTar lay out the rules for their spars. He smirked when he heard that if you got hit in the leg you lost use of it, he couldnít imagine himself... more
        • Give It All, or Give It UpValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat Jun 10 11:46
          Letting the lathes dip down toward the ground Valla allowed herself a muscle loosening shake. It wasnít that the activity was taxing, though holding a stance for an extended period of time does... more
        • Four in SuccessionSirestes Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 4 08:40
          Once all had been said and done, and once Sirestes, breathing more heavily than he might have liked to, could lower the wooden lathe in tandem with the rest of the trainees, the lesson could... more
        • Dancing Cats & Kissing HummingbirdsSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Fri Jun 2 22:10
          The lathe in his hands began to irritate Sarin as he shifted it from stance to stance and back again. He snuck a quick glance down at them and noticed that his right hand was now a bright red. He... more
        • No Pain No Gain, Right?Riani Aethan'Tar, Thu Jun 1 10:47
          Riani felt the weight of the lathes in her hand even as she stood at careful attention, listening to the instructions of the SeiíTar. She had absolutely no desire to lift the wooden thing above her... more
      • Decision and IndecisionSirestes Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 14:42
        As the last vestiges of the game came to a close, and as the final few AethaníTar finished tossing the ball around, even with the halfheartedness of exhaustion, the SeiíTar summoned them to begin the ... more
      • Now this is what I call a work-out!Riani Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 12:36
        To Rianiís surprise her body hurt considerably less after the game of tag than it had earlier. She and Harina both stood gasping for breath as the SeiíTar who was teaching gave them a small lecture... more
      • Try, Try AgainValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 03:46
        Pressing the back of her clammy fingers to her red cheek Valla took no more than a moment to collect herself. The game had truly woken her up, she now pulsed with energy. In fact, rather too much... more
      • Super-conducting loopSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Fri May 26 17:52
        The void, it was something that was constantly talked about during lessons and to tell the truth Sarin never could get a hold of utter calm within his mind. Every time he had tried to find this void, ... more
      • New and OldSoldier Falora Tilde, Thu May 25 01:51
        After twenty odd minutes, the SeiíTar finally decided to call a halt to the game, gathering the trainees into a cluster in front of him. Once all had gathered, Harin began the lesson proper by giving ... more
      • Low Wind RisingTain Aethan'Tar, Thu May 25 00:47
        When the SeiíTar began to describe the two different types of philosophies, Tain smiled slightly to himself. Faoelin had drilled the Flame and the Void into his head, as forcefully as she could,... more
      • Rinse and repeatAccepted Celeste Illharess, Wed May 24 23:30
        Finally, the game drew to a close as the SeiíTar, one Harin, called the group to gather. He began the lesson proper by touching first on the philosophies of fighting, the schools of thought that... more
    • Best Friend, or Worst Enemy?Riani Aethan'Tar, Sun May 21 11:50
      It was an unidentifiable sound that woke her up. Well, not unidentifiable, really; she soon realized it was Harinaís voice. Nor was it only sound Ė her voice was followed closely by a quite vigorous... more
    • Run AwayValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sun May 21 06:17
      Gah. Sunlight. Well, lots of blurry brightness anyway. Valla turned the small misshapen pillow over and let her cheek rest again on the cool fabric. Somewhere outside a clash of falling objects was... more
    • If you can dodge a sword, you can dodge a ballSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Thu May 18 21:24
      Mornings had become routine since Sarin Cordana had come to the White Tower. Wake up before sunrise, get in a jog around the grounds and maybe break a sweat before breakfast, that is, if he had the... more
    • What is in a sword?Tain Aethan'Tar, Thu May 18 03:17
      OOC: Strangest minimum length of a post Iíve ever seenÖ. 556? How, if I may be so bold, did you come up with this number? A flicker of thought at the edge of the Void, told the AethaníTar that he... more
    • Don't Have to LoveSirestes Aethan'Tar, Wed May 17 19:52
      He didnít ask the manís name. He didnít ask anything of him. He probably had a name, Sirestes suspected, and a life, and goals, and aspirations, and everything that he himself shared. Sirestes still... more
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