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The Halls of the Grey Tower students are energetic and bustling with initiates. Novices, Soldiers and Drin'far'ji marvel at the new-found miracles of this place while Accepted, Dedicated and Ji'alantin teach classes and help others on their way to become Aes Sedai, Asha'man, Gaidin or Gaidar. The Mistress of Novices, Master of Soldiers, and Master of Training would remind students of all ranks to mind their manners and be on their best behavior at all times. There are to be no childish pranks, no consumption of intoxicating substances, and absolutely no entanglements in inappropriate, distracting relationships of a romantic nature. (On an out-of-character note, we'd like to strongly encourage all these things, as getting caught at them is lots of fun.)
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Daric Posted on: Jan 14, 2012 07:33:08 |
As the Amyrlin speaks up, Vince visibly freezes, before jumping up in a last ditch attempt to run for it, but Daric kicks a foot out tripping the man up and causing him to faceplant sharply on the ground. Before he can move to stand again, Daric sharply kicks him in the stomach, winding him. It takes several visible seconds of labored breathing before Daric can speak. No one yet at the Tower had witnessed his anger so purely open, so rare was he to even rise to the emotion. "Mother. My apologies for my.. behavior, but this one is still lucky to live." Daric spats, his head jerking to indicate the Dedicated on the ground. "I should have slit his throat already. I found him, toting this Drin'far'ji toward the small gate not far from here, along the wall. He... He bonded her, and used compulsion on her as well." He shifts slightly, the wound in his chest becoming apparent. "On his order, she attacked me, but her heart was not in it. He HURT HER." He snarls, shaking visibly with the effort to not strike him again. "I forced him to pass her bond to me, AFTER he attempted to shield me and kill me." The words are spoken lowly, and there is an audible gasp by the small crowd that had gathered. "I was on my way to the M'heal to hand him over for judgement. Mother, I implore you, let me kill him." The words are spoken with great harshness, and a murmur at his words pass through the crowd at his words. |
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