Archived Training Grounds

[Lady Elessar]

Celandine watched as it all happened. She gasped and quickly disappeared into the shadows as others drew their attention to the fallen Vos. She turned away.
Immediately the door burst open and the room was full of the same monsters that had raided Vos's home weeks ago. Celandine immediately drew her sword as screams and yells erupted throughout the inn. The fire was blown out as were all the candles. She stood there, wondering if she was seenby any others

[Tinker]

Dark, cold, wet, and some terrible stench, like rotten meat, that was all Vos could make out of his sourandings.
He had only just come back to his sences when someone had thrown him at the foot of a tree. The pain when he hit the ground had almost made him faint again. When falling towards the ground he had realised that his hands where well tied behind his back, and with a cord down to his ankles he could barely move at all.

When Vos had given up all thoughts of freeing himself from the ropes, he tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he could remember was sitting by a warm fire and some strange woman had taken the seat next to him. She had known far to much about him. Had she hit him unconscious, and...
...but how could she have managed soething like that without someone in the commonroom noticing, or had no one cared.

Vos could barely hear the ones who had captured him, but it was more then one person. The voices made him despaire. It was no human voices at all.
Moments after Vos realised this, darkness surounded him ones more...

[Lady Elessar]

"I said let go of me! You'll have to pay the consequences!"
She knew it was useless. She stood there, caught-like a mouse in a trap-with some monster holding her arms behind her back. Her sword lay on the ground only inches away. Why hadn't they killed her?
"Why do you want me?", but none of them answered. They only laughed and talked in some abominable speech she could not understand. She needed to get home-now. Everyone was probably caught. She let them fall.
But she was not going to let any of this go further.
She slammed her foot down on her capturers foot. He yelped in pain and, even though she could not understand, Celendina knew that he was cursing. The others immediately swarmed towards her, but she pulled out her twin knives and they stopped. Her sword was just there...
There were only about 10 of the creatures. She couldn't even see them-it was still dark. She guessed that everyone had left the inn in a hurry...

[Tinker]

This time Vos woke, the sun had begun it's short climb over the heavens, and he had no idea how much time had past since last.
They where in the deep of a forest, posibly on higher grounds aswell, but that was just a feeling Vos had. Pain surged threw his shoulders and legs. They had not loosened the ropes binding him once, and why should they. Soon he would end up in one of their coockingpots.
The Trollocs probably just wanted some distance to any people following, if such existed.
At the thought of ending up in a pot, Vos made a short laugh. Some small revenge that he himself hadn't eaten properly for weeks.
Briefly he wondered what had happened to the others in the inn, and if the girl had been the one capturing him.
Soon though all he did was stare into the forrest, trying hard not to feel his stiff limbs.
Waiting for and accepting his death.

[Lady Elessar]

Celandina had fought them. One by one they fell and when they were all gone she sank to her knees.
"I cannot do this anymore!" she screamed out in pain, not physically, but mentally.
She was being hunted for what she was, for what she never wanted to be...or did she want to be it. She sat there as the rain poured down on her hair, on her eyes that dripped with tears, on her.She wanted nothing more than to be happy, to stop running away. She couldn't run away.
And that's when she noticed that she actually had been injured. There was a slit in her right arm just below her shoulder. She could feel the blood rippling down underneath her cloak. She tore off a piece of fabric and tied it around the wound as to stop the bleeding and hoped for it to scab soon. She couldn't understand anything.

[Tinker]

Shaking with cold Vos woke, for what he thought must surely be the last time, from the sounds of howling.
In the confused state he was in, it toke him several moments before he realised that it wasn't the Trollocs making most of the sounds. Only faintly could Vos hear angry and what he thought sounded like frightened Trollocs. The rest came from wolves, and many of them, more then Vos had ever heard before.
Using some of his now fast fading strenght he managed to roll over so he could see the camp.
It was empty.
Completely deserted. Not a single living beeing in sight. Neither Trolloc nor wolf.
For a moment hope flickered in Vos heart, then he remembered the ropes that held him.
He would die. The only thing remaining to see was wether from hunger, cold or wild animals.
Vos didn't even notice how he began to scream at the top of his lungs.

[Lady Elessar]

Celandina could hear the screaming. It sounded like torture. It was not the scream of a wolf or trolloc or anything else...it was the scream of someone she knew... and yet didn't. She had a brainfaurt(lol). She immediately started running...it didn't sound too far off.
* * *

When she had finally gotten to the beholder of the scream she couldn't see anything it was so dark. She quickly lit a match. And there she saw him...tortured, bleeding from the head and giving out dishevelled gasps of air.
All she did was calmly sit down by him. She did not touch him, look at him-she just sat there.
"So...here you are caught like a rat...and the only person to help you is a person who you think is insane, strange and evil-a monster." She watched as his eyes lit up at her saying this. "Yes, I can read minds...I can talk without even talking. It is my gift. You think you are so helpless...so near to death." Celandina slapped him.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DEATH IS!"she screamed. She could feel a ter streaming down her face. It brought her warmth in the cold. She quickly regained her mind.
"So, what am I to do with you?"

[Tinker]

Vos didn't realise he was screaming until something flared, and he saw Celandina beside him.
He was to relifed even to hear what she was saying, not until she slapped him did he notice that she was maybee even more upset then him.
She took control of her features once more and asked "So, what am I to do with you?"
Vos oppened his mouth, but after the screaming he found that he had no voice left. All that came out was a harsh sound.
So Vos turned his back to Celandina and put out his hands as far as he could.

[Lady Elessar]

"ha...you want me?...o, for heaven's sake..."
She untied the ropes binding his hands together. Underneath blood was flowing freely b/c the rope was obviously too tight...
"now, what do we do?"

[Tinker]

Slowly Vos flexed his fingers trying to make the numbnes go away. He was not at all sure he could even stand up by himself, all toughts had fleed his mind. It was all he could manage just to keep himself from falling down back into the blackness. It called for him with wispers of an escape from pain, hunger, exhaustion, and most tempting of all, no fear.

"now, what do we do?"

The sound startled Vos.
He realised he had been on the brink of unconsciousnes again, but this time he might never wake up.

-I don't know.
-You seem to know something of what is happening and why. Will you not tell me?

Vos heard that it was more a plea then anything else.

-I can't go far, but we can't stay here. I need, and something eat. Do you know anywere safe, were we could stay, and you could tell me what this is all about?

Vos tried to stand up, but his knees gave way under him and he fell back to the ground. He fervently wished for his staff. He badly needed it for suport. Standing on all four he looked around the deserted camp. He saw two dead trollocs, some of their equipment, but not his staff, or anything that would bee of any use to him. Looking down at his belt he saw that he still had his pouch with the few coins he still had.
Finally he managed to get up on his feet, only to stumble and saving himself from a fall by gripping Celandina's shoulder.

[Nailo]

OOC: Ok, so I'm a little late in getting started, but hey, Mine starts back a little bit, just so I can bring my self in. Hope no one minds! ;D

Broawien stepped through the door of the Two Sisters inn, Pulling back the hood of her green fur-lined embroidered cloak. The night was dreary and she could travel no further. Looking around the common room, the Aes Sedai decided to take a seat near the large fireplace, to take the chill frome her bones.

Broawien glided across the floor to the innkeeper, asking for a room and a mug of mulled wine. After paying the innkeep, she seated herself next to the fire, on the other side a young man was seated in damp clothing. He looked worn through, weary with a heavy burrden, next to him, a young woman sat next to him, a sword poking out of her cloak. She watched him, wondering about his past, watching his reactions to what the girl was saying. He was upset, or prehaps unsure, of the girl.

Then it happened, the man fainted, and the girl jumped away to the shadows, trying not to draw attention to herself. Broawien was just raising from the table to help the man when in burst the monsters. She hadn't even had time to embrace the Source before she too was unconcious.



Broawien's eyes slowly came into focus, she was tied, she could not move, but she could still channel. The Green sister used a tiny weave to untie her ropes slowly, not moving otherwise. The small woman listened for any sound, at all. Finally she heard a small voice, "Now, what do we do?" A woman's voice. Another sister? Hoping against hope that it was, Broawien cleared her throat, but heard another voice, "I don't know. You seem to know what's happeneing and why. Will you not tell me why? I cant go far, but we can's stay here. I need something to eat. Do you know anywhere safe, where we could stay, and you could tell me what this is all about?" A man's voice, scratchy, thin, and weak, sounding like he was barely keeping himself awake.

"Wait, I can help you," she said. Turning toward the voices, she started to untie her feet.

[Tinker]

ooc: Nothing has happened for weeks, so pray...

Had Vos had just a hair more strength left he would have jumped from fright when a new voice was heard from the darkness. It was a clear and sure voice, like if nothing was amiss. Somehow it managed to be soothing and convey confidence at the same time.

Slowly Vos turned to look in the direction of the voice. All he could see in the compact darkness was a small figure raising from the shadows. A thought surfaced, asking him what she was doing in the forest in a trolloc camp. Could she be a darkfriend?
At the thought Vos lost his gripp on Celandinas' shoulder and his knees gave way under him. He just barely managed to stay up on all four.

[Nailo]

OOC: We gotta get this thing moving then!!!

Broawien heard a faint sound as if someone had fallen. She continued forward in the darkness, afraid to create a small light weave, not wanting to be seen. Before the woman knew it she was right on top of the man she had heard, nearly tripping over him. Broawien knelt beside him touching her fingers to the sides of his head, and delved.

The man had a lot of nicks and scratches, and a dark streak ran through his mind, he had been hurt deeply, and it was recent. The weariness of the man made her ache to know more of healing, but she could still take away his weariness. She wove with Air, Spirit, and Water, releiving his tired muscles, healing over small cuts.

When she had finished, the Green sister spoke again, "Can you stand now? I think that we had better be moving soon."

[Tinker]

ooc: Have you read the discussions threads?

After falling to his knees, Vos heard faint footsteps and soon felt the light touch of fingers on his temples.
Suddenly it was like if a bucket with freezing water had been upended over him. Gasping for air and shuddering uncontrollably, he drew back his head.

Slowly Vos stod up, still the darkness hindered him from getting a good look at the short woman. Bit by bit he registered that his body had stoped crying out in pain, and most of his waryness had disapeared as well. Instead hunger had grown to the brink of what he could stand.

Whatever these two women had planed, Vos realised there where nothing he could do right now. He had to wait until he got some answers, but not here.

-Yes I can stand now

-Does anyone of you know were we are?

Vos said, and tried to keep both of the women in sight as he moved slowly out of the deserted camp.

[Tinker]

No sound had been heard but still, when Vos turned to face Celandina she was gone. It was like if she had turned into a shadow herself and disapeared.