TWT's Lore Book 3

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Title: TWTs LORE BOOK 3

Author: TWT Loremaster

Draken sat at the table alone, as he often would. His thoughts drifted back over the years, touching on key moments in time.

His flight from his birthland almost 300 (3 real years) years ago.

His first moments on the lands of Atlantic, and his vow not to channel the One Power after casting on the attractive young girl on the docks.

The years he had worked to become a Master Swordsman and Duelist.

The Aes Sedai and her Warder finding him at a Duel, and chasing him yet again. That moment in time set him on his path that seemed to be his calling.

It was at that point that Draken decided to accept his gift, and relish in what he was blessed with. The ability to channel the One Power.

He set a Guild Stone so that others like him would have a place to work their craft, and do so together.

That was over 150 years ago, and although those were days to be remembered, something was missing.

Draken stood deciding he would take a much needed trip to town to clear his mind.

As Draken walked along the bridge into the Town of Vesper, a relaxed feeling came over him. For the first time in many years, he felt at ease.

He walked along the stream towards the bank, ever aware of those around him. Rarely coming to this town, and not sure what brought him here today, he knew few faces.

As Draken walked towards the magery shop across from the bank, a soft, delicate voice stopped him, "Excuse me Sir."

Draken turned slowly, she posessed the ability to channel the One Power. He felt it the moment he set eyes on her. His senses heightened, his guard suddenly raised.

"Yes M'Lady?"

The conversation that ensued was a simple one.

Draken did not lower his guard, but felt something between them, a connection he shared with her.

His thoughts drifted back yet again, as his eyes did not leave hers as they spoke.

Draken stood on the docks, a woman, crying, ran by him. He focused on her back, casting a blessing on her. She spun around, her eyes meeting his.

Draken stood at the Mage Shop in Vesper, his eyes meeting those same eyes. Her hair dark with reddish highlights, the outfit she wore showing Draken she was indeed well aware of what thoughts it put in mens minds.

Draken was so intoxicated with her beauty, and her subtle power, he found it hard to concentrate.

Before Draken knew what he was agreeing to, they had set a date to adventure together.

She left that day with a smile, and a simple, "My name is Tabitha."

And she was gone.

TWT Loremaster sat at his writing table, resting his eyes a moment. He woke to the flicker of one of the candles, that gave his home light on this dark evening.

The storm outside had raged for more than two weeks now.

As The Loremaster started to write again his thoughts went back over his last few days of keeping Time.

The day Tabitha, TWT's Amyrlin Seat, had disappeared from TWT Guild was the day the storm had begun.

This storm was not simply natures doing, it had a sinister feel to it. Not much unlike the Amyrlin Seat now being missing.

For close to 200 years (2 real years) Tabitha and Draken had seen The Wheel of Time Guild reach glorious hieghts with the help of the best and most loyal Members of any Guild in Sosaria. Yet many others still held ill will towards TWT for one reason or another.

Tabitha bore the brunt of those wishing TWT to fail, and it wore on her. Whether that was in the form of constant verbal abuse towards her, or physical attacks, they both came relentlessly.

Tabitha and Draken had rebuilt TWT, those 200 years ago, by recruiting and guilding only the most trustworthy and loyal members. While a few people would slip thru hoping to create problems it was a rare occurance, and they would be quickly disgarded and named an enemy of the guild.

Did one of those cast out of TWT have a hand in Tabithas disappearance?

Or was this something much more devious???

The Loremaster straightened up his writing table, deciding he would retire for the evening for some much needed sleep.

As he lay his head down his final thoughts before drifting off were:

Will this storm ever end, or will it be the end???

Draken paced the floors of TWT's GH.

For going on 3 weeks his Amyrlin Seat, and his Bond, was missing!!!

As Draken had always done, and was his way, he thought the worst.

He knew TWT had its fair share of enemies that would be happy at tearing at TWT's foundation, and ridding themselves of Tabitha.

Over the years they had met countless challenges head on, and come out victorious.

They had brought together some of the best, most loyal, people on Atlantic to form one of the top guilds in Sosaria. He could not bring himself to believe, after all that they shared, she was now gone forever.

His hands went to his face rubbing, clearing his thoughts.

And other thoughts rushed in.

Draken sat in his chair and looked longingly over at his Bonds seat. Sitting at the stone table that they had so many times interviewed potential members, or shared one another's thoughts, he began to write.

Draken outlined a Quest. The search for Tabitha, TWT's Amyrlin Seat, and bringing her back safely to her rightful place, and home.

As his ideas flowed to quill, then parchment, he grew more hopeful with each word he wrote.

Draken knew he would need the help of the best guild he had ever known, TWT, if he was ever to have any hope at finding Tabitha.

He set each note to pigeon, to all Guildmates that would answer, and waited for the replies.

Draken Korin's call to The Wheel of Time did not go unanswered by its staunch members.

Quickly they came from lands far off and close by, dropping all things that they were doing, important or otherwise. They were eager to join in the Quest for Tabitha, TWT's Amyrlin Seat.

Campfires were set and lit in front of the TWT Guild House on the lawn. Members, old companions and new, shared story after story of information they had gathered in their travels, of Tabitha's whereabouts.

On the second night Draken-Korin, looking tired and worn, came before the assembled TWT members. His voice weary, bitter tears filling his eyes as he told all attending what little news he had on Tabitha's disappearance.

Suddenly, the noise of a horn being blown filled the air. Cheers rose from both the masses of TWT Town citizens and those riding forth in the Quest.

Draken-Korin turned, walking back into the Guild House, as those members taking the Quest upon themselves took to their mounts.

As the riders rode out of Town the even louder, the sounds of the horns barely heard.

Thus ending TWT's Lore from my perspective, and hopefully beginning yours.

Thanks for reading.