Wheel of Time RPG

[irishdragonlord]

I have been DYING to make and RPG about this.

Anyway, the story revolves around Robert Jordan's book series 'The Wheel of Time' (he's my favorite author, btw)

So, to begin -

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. Time is a wheel with seven spokes, each spoke an age; and by the time that age comes again, all memory has been lost of it. Every time the wheel turns it is the same age, but each time more sdubject to variation.

Now, regardless of if that made any sense to you, these are the rules:

This RP takes place during the war of the Second Dragon. This war was after the Trolloc wars, and it was this war that Artur Taenrag Paendrall (sp?) rose to power and became Artur Hawkwing - uniter of the lands from the Spine of the World to the Blight. Now, places like the Two Rivers and even Manetheren are non-existent (Manetheren was made after Hawkwing's death). So, all towns and countries can be utterly made up (excepting Tar Valon), cuz no one knows what they were!

Ok, I'll go get a map, so, let the RP begin!

[irishdragonlord]

(( www.brimspark.de/reviews/book_wheel_of_time_1/map.jpg ))

[irishdragonlord]

Age: 14
Name: Braendar Al'Taren
Abilities: A Wolfbrother. He can talk to wolves, and has golden eyes, along with extremely high senses of sight smell and hearing. Skilled with the axe and two-sword fighting.
Clothing: Shin-high boots, with a black cloak, greet tunic and brown breeches.
Appearance: Curly hair, golden eyes, average build. Carries a short sword on his right, a dagger and axe on his left.
Personality: Not very knowledgeable of his abilities; even the Aes Sedai knew what it was, mistaking it for the One Power. Hates the Red Ajah for their attempts to gentle him - even though he couldnt channel. Slightly wary, but friendly to close ones.

[irishdragonlord]

Braendar walked along down the dirt road to Tar Valon, his mind a flurry.

The wolves... oh, the wolves...

They were there. He knew it. There was no doubt. Fourteen of them, in the nearby woods towards Dragonmount, near the Cairhien plains. A good distance, to be sure, but he could still... feel... them in his brain.

Small Bear, he thought ruefully. That's my name to them, isn't it? And the Twisted Ones, the Neverborn... He moaned under his breath. The names floated through his head all the time - but then there was that other problem.

He was becoming a wolf.

[TK]

Oh, gosh, a Wheel of Time role-play. darn it, I love that series.

Though I'm no great shakes at role-playing, so I doubt I'll participate

[irishdragonlord]

Prof. said:

Oh, gosh, a Wheel of Time role-play. darn it, I love that series.

Though I'm no great shakes at role-playing, so I doubt I'll participate

((Yay! Someone else who likes the books!

Those books are LONG. Shadow Rising is about 1000 pages, so I only know one other person who reads them

Well, hope you change your mind))

[irishdragonlord]

Braendar shook himself. He had to do this. No matter how much he hated the Red Ajah, he had to do this.

It was all in his head, he knew. He was growing fur or tails or anything; but he was beginning to think and act like a wolf.

Oh please let this work... he thought hopefully.

Even though he knew his wolf-powers were not of the One Power, and nothing to do with accursed tainted saidin, maybe what the Red Ajah did to men who could channel could have a similar effect on him. True, gentling a man who couldn't channel was about as effecting as drying up sand, but gentled men didn't suffer the rotting death they were fated, and any amount of madness they suffered was stopped. He refused to note the madness wasn't healed, just kept from worsening.

Muttering, he walked along the River Erinin, the White Tower just peeking over the horizon.

[TK]

Hrm... maybe I will give this a shot. I'll post the character tonight.

Age: 19
Name: Leun Darakh
Abilities: A man who can channel, self-taught in the One Power. Has no exceptional skill, though has noticeable aptitude in Air considering gender. Wields an ornate dagger.
Clothing: Deep green travelling cloak with black trim. Wears a nondescript tunic and breeches, both black.
Appearance: Tall with long hair, dun. Has a pointed nose and round, heavy brown eyes.
Personality: Has a deep misgiving of Aes Sedai. Not very trusting in general, and tends to spend most time alone, which serves him well as few could bare the company of a man who can channel. Currently unaffected by saidin's taint, despite having used the One Power for years.

[TK]

Heaving a sigh, Leun stared longinly out the ornately-crafted window. Its windows were not barred, easily granting one exit, though the fall was more than enough to kill a man.

For the dozenth time, Leun reached out for saidin, though feeling naught. He could sense it, almost see it, though it was barred by a barrier of glass. Spirit, more like, woven by the three women standing guard by his cell. The White Tower was home to many, though it held him as a prisinor.

He could distinctly remember his capture, though wished it wasn't the case; the trio of red-shawled Aes Sedai were not delicate with him. And here he sat, waiting trial and gentling in front of the Aes Sedai. Light, how he wished he could escape. Somehow.

And as he stared out the window, he could just barely make out a lone traveller in the distance making his way to the White Tower . . .

[irishdragonlord]

Braendar finally made his way to the White Tower's gates.

He kept his eyes fixed on the ground - he had been here before and hated it. The majesty would not overwhelm him this time.

Forcing to make himself affect an arrogant manner - anything over fearful - he approached an Accepted, with her ring and white dress, the seven colors of the Ajahs at the hem. Red haired and looking angry she looked just like that Red who had caught him.

"Excuse me?" Braendar said oh-so-sweetly, startling the Accepted. Men came for two reasons: to be gentled or for some very great need.

"Yes?" replied the Accepted, coolness and grace embodied.

"I request the prescence of Bonwhin Sedai. Tell her Braendar al'Taren wishes to speak with her." That was pushing his luck. The leader of that band of Reds was a haughty, good for nothing... but maybe being so straightforward could imply he had some sort of personal business with her. Which, in fact, now he did.

Shocked, the Accepted looked him up and down, a calculating look breaking her calm. With a stifff "wait here" she went off.

In about 22 seconds the Accepted was back, with a squeaky "Follow me" and was off at a brisk walk. Braendar followed, a grin playing on his face.

He met the Aes Sedai in her cambers, high up in the Tower. It was, in fact, three floors above the Amyrlin's study, and directly above it. The Accepted hurriedly shut the door at a look from Bonwhin and her receeding flight could be heard.

Bonwhin stared hard at Braendar. "So. A man who can channel has actually come to the Tower, to a Red. A Sitter for the Red Ajah, no less. So, what is this? You can't possibly hurt me, you realize. You have been shielded since you came into the hallway."

Braendar gritted his teeth. "I tell you, I cannot channel." It took all his control not to scream. "But," he added, "I... need help. With... something."

"What something?" barked Bonwhin, skepticism all over her face.

Braendar sighed. "You're Aes Sedai. So you can tell me what this means - I can talk to wolves."

Bonwhin grinned. "So you can channel."

"I CANNOT!" Braendar roared. Never once had he done anything that could be linked to the power, nothing even like that. "I want to know what this wolf stuff means, but I know saidin has nothing to do with it!"

Bonwhin frowned. "Fine. Be like that. If it is a Talent or know I am now keeping you here. You can stay with another one of your friends - some... man... named Leun. You two shall have fun together.

Braendar had his dagger out and half his sword before the ropes of the Power bound him. Roaring defiance, he struggled in vain. He felt the bonds force his weapon back into their sheaths.

Threee Red sisters came in and brought him to his cell, somewhere on the same floor. Unceremoniously he was thrown into the cell. He grabbed his axe, and, swinging at the door, as thrown back by a strange wall and bounced to the stone floor. Snarling, he stood up and put his axe away, looking around. He saw a man with large brown eyes staring at him.

Braendar grinned. The wolf had begun to come into him again.

"Hello Leun. I'm Braendar. Nice place here, isn't it?"

[TK]

Unblinkingly Leun stared, eyeing up the captive boy. Perhaps boy was not the proper term; he was too young to shave anything more than fuzz, though his height was not far from the Aes Sedai shielding him.

Another one who can channel, he thought. Surely the sisters had no other reason to shackle a man. He did not seem to be going mad with the taint, but underlying his face was ambiguity and angst. Surely he could channel.

This presented Leun with an opportunity, he realized. If the three Red sisters shielding him from the power were diverting their weaves between this Braendar and himself - he assumed those weaving saidar could achieve such - then surely the barrier of Spirit blocking him from the One Power would not be as strong. He attempted to grasp the True Source, though failed. The veil of Spirit was just as powerful as it had been earlier. It did not seem logical, but it was true.

Sighing, Leun averted his gaze towards the window, ignoring Braendar's greeting. It seemed that his fate was imminent. Since he truly was going to be gentled, and as no man separated from saidin could survive long, he would not bother spending his time cavorting with strangers.

Leun continued to stare out the window, watching the birds frolic freely, wishing the trio of sisters would simply tie off the weaves. Then he'd have a chance.

[irishdragonlord]

TK said:

Unblinkingly Leun stared, eyeing up the captive boy. Perhaps boy was not the proper term; he was too young to shave anything more than fuzz, though his height was not far from the Aes Sedai shielding him.

Another one who can channel, he thought. Surely the sisters had no other reason to shackle a man. He did not seem to be going mad with the taint, but underlying his face was ambiguity and angst. Surely he could channel.

This presented Leun with an opportunity, he realized. If the three Red sisters shielding him from the power were diverting their weaves between this Braendar and himself - he assumed those weaving saidar could achieve such - then surely the barrier of Spirit blocking him from the One Power would not be as strong. He attempted to grasp the True Source, though failed. The veil of Spirit was just as powerful as it had been earlier. It did not seem logical, but it was true.

Sighing, Leun averted his gaze towards the window, ignoring Braendar's greeting. It seemed that his fate was imminent. Since he truly was going to be gentled, and as no man separated from saidin could survive long, he would not bother spending his time cavorting with strangers.

Leun continued to stare out the window, watching the birds frolic freely, wishing the trio of sisters would simply tie off the weaves. Then he'd have a chance.

Braendar snorted.

"Well, at least tell me this much. They gentle you yet, or did you just get framed and thrown in here till they realize they're wrong and let you out? Or can you really... um... channel?"

[TK]

Leun silently mouthed the word "framed" to himself. So this prisoner could not channel?

"I can channel," he said quietly. He bordered upon giving his name to the captive. He would not spend some of his last moments socializing.

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TK said:

Leun silently mouthed the word "framed" to himself. So this prisoner could not channel?

"I can channel," he said quietly. He bordered upon giving his name to the captive. He would not spend some of his last moments socializing.

((He already said 'Hello Leun'.))

Braendar winced. "Figures. Well, they THINK I can channel, though that crazy Bonwhin knows this has got nothing to do with the One Power." Braendar sat down. "So, oh Quiet One, how are we getting out of here?" Braendar al'Taren was not going to sit while that pompous excuse of an Aes Sedai pushed him around. Ho no. Braendar was going to go right back out there, and he was going to get his own against this Red Ajah. With a little help from his brothers - wolves, he noted harshly - and maybe this leun.

[TK]

IDL said:

((He already said 'Hello Leun'.))

Braendar winced. "Figures. Well, they THINK I can channel, though that crazy Bonwhin knows this has got nothing to do with the One Power." Braendar sat down. "So, oh Quiet One, how are we getting out of here?" Braendar al'Taren was not going to sit while that pompous excuse of an Aes Sedai pushed him around. Ho no. Braendar was going to go right back out there, and he was going to get his own against this Red Ajah. With a little help from his brothers - wolves, he noted harshly - and maybe this leun.

(Ah, sorry... just ignore that one sentence, then.)

Leun scratched his chin, which had not been shaved within days.

"What has nothing to do with the One Power?" he asked before biting his lip. No, he told himself he would not be speaking with him.

For a moment, hope bloomed inside of him. If Braendar knew something - something, anything - that could cause a distraction somewhere within the Tower, that could cause the Red sisters to tie off the weaves holding the Spirit barrier intact... then he knew he had a chance.