Welcome to One Power Basics. This is where you will learn some fundamental weaves with each of the five Powers - the bare bones of channeling. These will be one-on-one lessons, written specificly to meet your needs while teaching you.
The class is supervised by the Mistress of Novices and Master of Soldiers.
The teachers, usually one Accepted and one Dedicated, are chosen on a rotational basis. Contact Elyscia Mordel Sedai or Tukal Faetrarken Asha'man if you are interested in helping teach this class.
To join the class, please post a message in which your character arrives in the private classroom, beginning a new thread. Good quality of roleplay is expected, as are posts of decent length. 200 words is the absolute minimum that will be accepted.
Once a student has completed the class, their teacher will send him/her a certificate, so that it can be used as a raising requirement.
That said, this class is meant to be enjoyable - I hope you have fun! If you have any questions, feel free to email the Mistress of Novices or Master of Soldiers
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May 24, 2010 06:44:22
What it meant, of course, was that entirely the wrong man was hurrying to teach yet another student that should have been given to an Accepted - or more precisely, a Dedicated. For, as she glanced into the mirror politely hung on the back of the larger classroom's arched portal, the face that greeted her was not male, but daintily feminine, with a stodgy nose, a hint of freckles, and a sea of doe-brown hair that did its darnedest to hide large brown eyes. The young Grey sister had brought an embroidery basket with her, as these lessons were often long and quite taxing to the instructor, and she felt confident in her abilities. Passing Ansalam, who sprung to attention as she strolled by in a burst of flowery perfume, she checked the Book.
"Devon Heiharan," she murmured, and checked the placement initials beside the name. Strangely, they were TF - for Tukal Faertraken - but that was sometimes the case for Novices. One would be foolish to suspect the Mistress of Novices handled each child herself - that was impossible! Confidence oozing from every pore, she checked the numbers of the warrenlike classrooms that clustered around the larger greatroom, and when she had the proper number, she twisted the latch and admitted herself.
Taking a single glance at the young man in the room, she smiled, stepped back out, and glanced up at the bronze plaque above the doorframe. Yes, this was the correct number. Frowning, she stepped in again, setting down her ruffled basket as she did. There was no young woman to be seen here: whose idea of a joke was this? When she found Brenna, whose purpose was to assign instructors to students from a roster provided to her, then inspect their educational process personally, she would strangle her. But then, she mused, there was also the chance that this simply was not a Devon.
She smiled politely, cleared her throat, and wishing she did not look as hunted as she felt, whispered, "Devon Heiharan?"
How could anyone's parents, she wondered, give a child a name so gender-neutral? Particularly when he was so decidedly male? Retreating out the door once more, she did the highly un-Aes Sedai-like thing - she lifted her voice and called for help. "Ansalam," she yelled, before returning to the classroom. "I'm sorry, lad, Ansalam should be here in a moment. Until he comes, we could speak of the basics of the One Power," she offered, shortly. "They called for me by mistake," she apologized. "I suppose the overseer thought your name feminine, as did I..."