aviendha

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@Tangletail Yes, definitely! Go ahead! She could appear after he asks if anyone useful is there.

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@Lucky Knight@Durandal@Ezmeralda@LadyTabris@Tangletail@POOHEAD189 The first IC post is up!

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

Ellisande, Last Queen of Manetheren

Manetheren: An Early Day of Spring, Late Morning

Golden hair lay in clumps on a stone set floor, gentle locks falling like leaves in the early autumn. Soft metallic sounds, the shears as they clipped, echoed in the otherwise dead hall. Eldrene stared in the mirror, watching as her handmaiden snipped away, as the curls for which she was so well known fell away from her face, leaving behind a short style, cropped to the level of her chin. She maintained a cool and calm expression, her eyes following the movements of the scissors. She wore her undergarments, an untied corset, while her skirt hung over the back of her chair. Her headscarf laid across her lap, a brown silky cloth, with little flowers embroidered across its expanse. She played with the cloth, pinching it between her fingers, more out of habit than nervousness. Feet fixed in a wide set position, as though she was about to stand, the woman seemed quite distracted. Her mind wandered off.

The handmaiden finished her job soon enough, and cleaned her scissors with a little cup of water. Silent, wearing an apron and a frown, she kept casting glances towards her mistress, who stared at the mirror on her vanity still. Eldrene did not appear to notice, too preoccupied in her thoughts, whatever those were. A minute or so passed before the handmaiden cleared her throat, and spoke.

"My lady, can you?"

"Oh, yes, yes, of course."

Eldrene stood, towering over the girl, and shed her remaining clothes. The underclothes and corset fell to the ground, and Eldrene stepped out of the pile of cloth and metal. It was only then that she took note of her appearance, and that of the hair on the ground. Half of the hair and clothes were drenched in brown and blackened blood, the white cloth marred by dirt and grime and human remains, her own skin covered in marks and bruises, in some places, her own blood mixing with that of both enemies and friends. The handmaiden averted her eyes, not from Eldrene, but from the blood. Despite the fact that she had seen so much of it before, she cringed, nauseated at its implications. The girl gathered up the clothes, and as much hair as she could fit into the pile, and, pinching her nose, left the room. Another girl soon entered.

Drawing a bath, pouring buckets of water into the tub, this handmaiden stared downward. She whistled something under her breath, a song whose words discussed the beauty of a never ending sea. Eldrene smiled, and closed her eyes, picturing such a sight. Water that lasted as far as the expanse of the Aiel Waste, even greater than the Aryth Ocean. Calm, unaffected by the storms and the moon, empty of life and ships and interference. Something entirely impossible, yet so easy to visualize. Simple. Like a breath of air.

In the bath, Eldrene pondered further. She could run away, out to the sea. Manetheren was not too far from the coastlines, and there were vast continents that were likely unaffected by this war. Even if they were all overtaken by the Shadow, the entire sea could never be conquered. She could happily live on a little boat, the rest of her days in the solitude of nature. But Aemon would never leave. And neither could she, not when her happiness came from this place, these people she had sworn to protect. Her children had all grown, and left for their own endeavors, devoting their lives to the nation in one way or another. She could not abandon them.

The handmaiden scrubbed at the marks on Eldrene's skin. Surprisingly little actually came from her own wounds; most had been healed by a sister of the Yellow Ajah, though a few scratches and bruises remained. Gradually, the tub filled with little pieces of flesh, and bits of dried blood and wet dirt, turning a nasty brown. Taking a break, to keep herself from getting sick, the handmaiden watched in disbelief as Eldrene maintained a smile. After she was entirely cleaned, Eldrene stood, stepped out of the tub, and reached out her arms to her sides. The handmaiden placed a blanket over her mistress, soaking up the water and remaining mess. She poured one last pail of water over Eldrene, gently cleaning her face and hair, before drying her off completely. Wrapped in a bundle, Eldrene sat alone, as the handmaiden left.

The first girl returned, carrying fresh clothes. Eldrene gladly accepted the girl's help in dressing, letting her mind wander once more. She now wore something of a professional outfit, with ribbons of gold and silver adorning an otherwise simple white outfit. Her headscarf, white and lined with embroidered vines, was the last touch, wrapped tightly around her newly trimmed golden hair. Walking through the palace, oddly empty for this time of morning, she avoided the main halls, lest she run into someone who aimed to discuss the events of the previous several hours.

She soon found herself in the stables, having walked there out of habit, brushing out the dirt from her favorite horse's mane and tail. Its fur was dark and grey, where it should have been white. It stood still, staring at the wall, letting its rider cherish it as she always did after a hearty battle. Quiet and alone, Eldrene did not notice as the dirt began to stain the hems of her skirt and sleeves.

"I promise, you can rest now, Heishain."

Ba'alzamon, Commander of the Shadow

Shadar Logoth: Early Afternoon

A circle of Myrddraal stood around a table, despite the chairs. All cowered, heads lowered despite their hooded robes, before the man who stood at the head.

His hair drifted upwards, swaying in a nonexistent wind, almost like smoke. Those dark eyes held the same quality, as though a fire had gone out in his skull. He wore dark robes, which seemed to flow in the same way, his entire figure constantly moving despite the fact that he stood perfectly still, like the leaves on a strong tree. The man bore an expression akin to that of a disappointed father, his nose upturned, and his lips fixed in a pointed grimace, and his eyes narrowed, staring at no one in particular. When he spoke, his voice boomed in such a way that could not possibly be natural.

"A foul mistake." He hissed, his voice echoing through the empty streets. None responded, or even moved.

"Three days, you floundered at the edge of a river, and in three days, more troops fled than fought, more creatures died than killed. An embarrassment to the name- yes, they are not intelligent creatures... But surely you, with your slight abilities in critical thinking, might develop a sense of strategy. Or at least, the sense to organize a proper advance, or withdraw at the proper moment."

A myrddraal raised his head as though to speak, but its empty face met those piercing eyes, and it quickly resigned to a quiet nod. Ba'alzamon's lips twisted into a sort of smile, though his nose and eyes maintained that despicable glare, as he met the gazes of each of the eyeless creatures. None dared to speak, all petrified by fear and shame alike. Fear both for the man who held power over them, and for the place in which they stood. The man then moved, walking behind the creatures, his hands clasped behind his back. His breath the only sound that could be heard, he examined each Myrddraal with careful attention, noting every twitch, every tension.

Reaching the head of the table once more, Ba'alzamon sat. The wind echoed like moans through the spaces between desecrated buildings. The atmosphere reeked of dread, an air of depression settling around the entire city, yet it did not touch this man. He stared forward at his underlings, unblinking. That fake smile disappeared, as he considered his options. Finally, Ba'alzamon spoke again.

"Is anyone useful lurking about?"

Tetsuan, Amyrlin Seat

Tar Valon, the White Tower: Just Before Dawn

Tetsuan sat in the library, poring over some ancient text in some ancient tongue she did not want to admit she could not read. Eyes squinted and mouth fixed in a tight scowl, she ran her finger over the glyphs, sounding out approximations in her mind. The silence of the room itched at her mind, and she bounced her leg, crossed over the other, trying to get comfortable without making any noise. The sun had yet to come up above the horizon. Few were awake at this hour, even in the Tower. Her sitter slept peacefully upstairs, a well deserved rest after several tumultuous days of strategizing and training. The attacks were becoming less frequent, though none had been as major as the first; a sure sign that a greater advance was coming.

She wore something akin to a burlap sack, what with her dress's simplicity and rough texture. Neglecting shoes, she had still taken the time to pin her hair into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. Priorities were evidently important, though misplaced.

Waiting for something, she kept her attention on the book, though her mind wished to be anywhere else.

The Guild

One would assume if that was the case, you would deal with it... IC.

@Shandria

The Guild

I think the general consensus is you are the one lacking logic here with your actions. You expect everyone to notice little details for you without you having to bring them up. It was honestly considered by everyone from what I can see, an IC misunderstanding. One would assume if that was the case, you would deal with it... IC. Not throw a fit over it OOC. Nothing but minor, difficult to spot details gave away it was an OOC issue not an IC one.

We are all here to enjoy writing and write a good story together, not to sit around picking apart each other's posts for them to try and find issues that need to be addressed. It's not the GM's job to pick your post apart looking for inconsistencies. She's here to enjoy the RP just as much as the rest of us.

You saying things like "where I am allowed to hope that a GM will notice inconsistencies without my having to point it out both IC and OOC."

That just makes it kinda sound like you are just upset because you didn't want to bring it up, and are now mad because other people didn't pick up on it without you bringing it up which is a dumb thing to be upset about since you very well could have just brought it up OOC.

@Shandria

My IC post:

Grey sat up, after exiting the ring, and looked up at Artura. Slightly more refreshed, though still quite tired, she yawned. Pulling the hood off of her head, Grey frowned, staring at the Guild leader. She spoke, her voice barely carrying loudly enough to be heard across the field.

"I could contribute nothing more, without endangering myself. He abandoned the fight. That is a great insult, to my honor."

Maintaining eye contact for a moment, Grey decided not to speak any more. Casting her gaze downwards, she began to walk. She raised a hand to her neck, massaging the knots out of it. Annoyed and frankly angered, Grey was legitimately confused, and the frustration was evident through her calm. Well aware of her limits, and of the dangers of overextending herself, she accepted the win by default, but did not revel in it. Almost gliding along the ground, her legs completely covered by her robe, she retreated from the field.

Once inside, Grey walked to her own quarters, where her cot was waiting. Too mad to sleep, she sat on her cot, crossing her legs, and staring at the blank wall. Her door was little more than a curtain, and it waved slightly in the air currents drifting through the room. She grabbed her Oud, and held it in her lap, deciding to practice for a little while. As far as she knew, everyone had gone to watch the fight; this would be a perfect time to rehearse a few songs. She closed her eyes, and quietly played, almost meditative in her practice.

@aviendha

You were saying?

The Guild

@Bell You all got mad at me last time I went a long time without responding, didn't want that to happen again. Yes, I am capable of writing. But I only wrote necessary IC posts, OOC posts in the RP I'm GMing, and dictated PMs through my phone for the past week and a bit, given the state of my hands. I didn't write extraneous things, obviously, for obvious reasons. I posted in IC out of obligation, waited in OOC until I got the splints for my fingers. My priority was letting you guys continue with the story, all the while hoping that there would be some hint of consistency in the writing. Once it became clear (after three mentions of Grey's 'apparent laziness') that y'all weren't going to pay attention to the logic of her actions, I posted here.

Welcome to advanced RP, where people are supposed to use logic and common sense. Welcome to advanced RP, where I am allowed to hope that a GM will notice inconsistencies without my having to point it out both IC and OOC.

Now, if you don't mind, I really must keep icing my hands. The majority of this was dictated through my phone, so I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.

The Guild

@Shandria@Bell@Damiann47 Because I have been trying to minimize how much I type since I've been having issues with my fingers, and figured the GM would resolve the issues IC, not exacerbate and dramatize them.

And those statuses:
it's always funny when people don't read and then try to blame me for their own idiocy. fucking hilarious. <- referred to the fact that my student's parent neglected to read her contract, didn't realize she had to pay for the accompanist, is now out $500 plus late fees, and the studio is blaming me.
wonder what the average iq on this site is <- a friend is leaving the site because people are harassing them, so I was miffed about that. still am.

Not everything is about you.

The Guild

@Damiann47 Both he and Grey have established that they've been a part of the Guild for some time now. And everything on the character sheets is known by everyone in the Guild, hence why we know it out of character, right? That's how character sheets in these sorts of RP's function. She doesn't interact much, true, but she made sure that everyone in the Guild knew how she fights, so they won't disrupt her in combat. If they had no idea of her process and habits, they'd fuck up the fight, and render her useless in battle. Obviously. They don't know anything about her childhood, but they know every aspect of her combat abilities.

This second paragraph of yours makes absolutely no sense, whatsoever. And my pinkies hurt, so I'm going to quit typing for a while.

The Guild

@Damiann47 She wasn't disrespectful, though, she was just fighting the way she normally fights. Kaito needed to face 4 gigantic beasts she had summoned, and that had taken all of her energy. So she sat down to rest, and to observe through the shadows. She could do nothing else in the fight- attempting anything would have not only been really stupid, and against all of her abilities, but it would have been completely out of character and illogical, and would have ended the fight early.

In battle, she summons the shadows, she uses them, and if she overextends herself, she pauses, to rest, so that she doesn't faint and make all of her hard work disappear. He knows this. She doesn't personally fight in like 90% of her battles- most of the time, it's just the shadows fighting for her. So this makes absolutely no sense. Did no one read the character sheets?

The Guild

@Damiann47 Again, she wasn't sleeping. She doesn't need her eyes to see, she sees better through the shadows. And he knows this. So again, it makes no sense.