TWT's Lore Book 1

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Title: TWTs LORE BOOK 1

Author: TWT Loremaster

As was once foretold in the Lore of TWT's beginnings, the males that drew from the One Power, although reaping the ability of great castings of magic, were likely to go insane drawing from the tainted pool. Though it was once thought the pool had been purged, others had a more sinister plan.

TWTs GM has shown the early signs of just that insanity. There is no telling what path TWT will take now.

--TWTs Loremaster sits on the same hill, under the same shade of tree he has sat for countless years, more than even he is willing, or able, to recall. Words flowing from his almost subconscious thought to parchment--

--His eyes then lift suddenly to a crack, in the up till that moment, clear sky. Dark storm clouds begin to move into view.--

--Folding up his seemingly endless supply of writing material, he stands slowly, his cloak flowing in a wind that now seems intent on knocking him over. Though he has seen the first books of time written with his own eyes, and by his own hand, he stands even taller at this sudden bluster. Bringing his cloak tighlly around himself, he walks with a slow defiant gate down the hill, seeking shelter from the coming storm--

TWT Loremaster will be broadcasting over my ICQ from time to time.

The Keeper of Time and memories will be putting both the past and present on parchment, and over this channel.

This is safe warning that both loyal TWT members and friends will be recieving these ICQs (if you aren't interested in them, I suggest you delete me ASAP).

A library will be placed at the GH soon, books of history from a TWT perspective.

--if bored winks--

Thnx

DK

The boat rocked, rolling with the waves, as the sun beat down steadily, bouncing off the oceans surface. Being the only human being onboard, that was also considered cargo, held little meaning to Draken Korin. He walked slowly against the rails, not used to the sailing, the uneasy feeling of losing the sight of land days ago had yet to leave his thoughts. The sailors worked around him like he was not even there, and in many ways, he was'nt.

Drakens thoughts again drifted back to the lands he will never return to. A land that, while born there, will never be home to him. Constantly sought out for his growing ability to channel the One Power, the idea of being stilled haunting his mind even at this great distance. Never being able to lay his head down without one eye open, watching for the Aes Sedai hunting him.

--TWT Loremaster lay down his quill, blowing on the parchment lightly--

The boat docked heavily into the long ports of a land Draken had seen now for days, but yet to set foot on. The sailors tied the boat down feverishly, as eager to get on land as Draken was it seemed, or maybe even more so.

The trip of over a month seemed a blur and uneventful, now that it was behind him.

As he walked down the plank and onto the long wooden docks, Draken noticed a scattering of people here and there.

Mostly sailors and others doing business, taking no notice of him.

Drakens glance could not pass over a woman standing nearish to the plank he had just exited.

Her little than longer shoulder length hair highlighting a strikingly beautiful face. The females here in this new land seemed to dress a bit differently than those of where he had just fled. Her outfit tight around her, showing cures of a woman unaware of what thoughts they might give a man in her presence.

As Draken continued to walk along the dock he heard a scream, pivoting around ready to act, as had become commonplace in the lands he fled, he saw that same woman he was admiring a moment before sobbing uncontrollably. The Captain of the ship he had just sailed on was standing in front of her, slowly he turned and walked up the plank to his ship.

As the woman ran by him, tears filling her eyes, Draken heard her murmering a name. The name was that of a sailor that had fallen overboard during one of the storms. He was not recovered. Perhaps the trip was not as uneventful as Draken had thought.

Feeling badly at how he had not taken notice of that event, his eyes narrowed on the back of the fleeing woman, whispering a few words of blessings, weaving the One Power (of which he was assured did not exist on these shores) he focused onto her.

She stopped in her tracks, spinning around, her eyes brimming over with tears, narrowed on Drakens gaze. For a moment their eyes locked. Gods, it seemed like it lasted forever, yet it only lasted seconds and she was running again.

Drakens eyes darted left and right, was he notiecd?? No, he couldnt have been, he was ASSURED the One Power did not exsist on these shores. Slowly, and promising himself to be more wary of what he does, he continued on his new path. Onto these shores called, Atlantic.

--The Wheel spins as the Wheel wills--

Draken balanced on the balls of his feet. waiting patiently for The Blademasters next flurry of attacks.

As The Blademaster moved towards Draken, his thoughts drifted back to a time when he came to the lands of Atlantic.

A time when he decided it would be better to learn to use a blade than risk being seen channeling the One Power.

Drakens blade rose to meet The Blademasters attack,, as the two danced under the light of the moon.

Draken's quest to become a Blademaster himself had brought him to every corner of Atlantic, learning from, and dueling, anyone that was willing.

The Blademaster overextended his attack, Draken took advantage of the opening, his blade darting forward, bloodying The Blademasters arm.

A small man entered the ring, signifying the end of the duel, The Blademasters blood now dripping to the floor.

Draken and The Blademaster faced one another and bowed, maintaining eye contact, showing each other a sign of respect.

Draken moved off to the side alone, as he usually was. For over 150 years ( 1 RL year = 100 Sosaria years) he had lived in these lands now. His flight from the Aes Sedai bent on his capture, and ultimate stilling, still flooding his thoughts, even now. His mind and body had changed much over the time he came to Atlantic. The sweat from the just finished duel glistening off his well toned body. His long dark hair drenched in the heat of an ungodly evening. Drakens eyes, surveying the crowd, stopped on a tall man wearing a cloak, which he found odd in this heat.

Next to him was a smallish, heavyset lady wearing robes that seemed to cover any sight of her below her neck. As Drakens eyes met her eyes, she was starring back at him, a smirk showed her thoughts. Draken lept to his feet, as the Aes Sedai's Warder threw off his cloak, a Heron bone blade in his hand. Draken ran, not looking back, only thinking one thought, Gods, they found me.