A padded bench runs the length of the outside wall, beneath the tall, arched windows. Panels of wood carved like delicate lace diffuse the light through the windows during the day. The thick carpet beneath your feet muffles sounds, and pleases the eye with its intricate patterns. Groups of sofas and chairs are arranged for conversation, each at a discreet distance from the others. A shelf on one of the walls holds light reading materials and stones boards.
Knots of people dot the room - a few women working at some sewing, solitary figures reading beneath the lamps, and other groups sitting chatting quietly. A warming fire crackles and burns in the hearth. Two doors lead out of the room, both made from a pale wood that has been fancifully carved with leafy vines and frolicking animals. One leads to the dining hall, the other to the hallway.
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Ylanna
Flori
Spinning and Weaving Corner
Obvious exits:
Dining Hall HallWay
Ylanna sits quietly on the sofa, teacup in hand, staring off at nothing apparently lost in thought. Her expression is fairly unguarded and her thoughts don't seem too pleasant. As soon as the door opens, however, her expression reverts to the calm Aes Sedai mask and she nods in greeting, "Ah, Light shine, Nyderalith Gaidin. You are well?" She takes a sip of tea.
Nyderalith walks in, cloak pulled tight around him, he pauses, and nods, "Aye, I be fine." he smiles a little, and shakes his head, "God, I've been doing that a lot lately." He wanders over to the sofa, "May I?"
Ylanna arches an eyebrow, "You've been doing a lot of what lately?" She nods, in answer to your question of joining her. "of course." She takes another sip of tea.
Nyderalith settles into the sofa, stretching some, "I've been falling into the old Illainer speach a bunch as of late." He shakes his head, "I sounds....so....uncivilized." He sighs, "A well."
Ylanna arches another eyebrow. "You think so? Not to Illianers. And not to people who understand that everyone has a different culture, I suppose." She smiles slightly, "There are more important things than good grammar, I think."
Nyderalith smiles a bit, "Aye, but I do feel da fool to be speaking like this." He shakes his head, twisting his lips some, "I've been out of Illian too long, and I'm only Illainer by birth now. Subjected to too many other cultures."
Ylanna smiles slightly, "Just as I've been gone too long from Bandar Eban to act much like a Domani, I suppose?" She laughs softly and takes another sip of tea.
Nyderalith nods, with a grin, "Yeah, I suspect very much like it." He stands, and steps over his legs to get to the tea cart. "Would you like a refill?" He asks, setting himself up a cup.
Ylanna nods and smiles, holding out her cup, "Yes, please..that would be lovely."
Daniella walks in from the hallway.
Daniella has arrived.
Daniella looks to be in her mid or early twenties. She is a slender woman with intelligent brown eyes as the focal point for a face with prominant nose and cheekbones. Thick blond hair tied into a simple braid falls to just past her shoulders and is tied with a white ribbon. Though not tall, she usually stands straight enough to appear of at least average height. She is wearing a white cotton gown with seven bands of colour at the hem and sleeves, which fits well and is well made. It is a long dress cut in a simple style with a modest neckline and seems to hide, or just hint at a healthy figure. On her feet are simple shoes, and white stockings. On the third finger of her left hand is a silver ring on which is carved a serpent eating its own tail.
Ylanna sits on the sofa, waiting for Nyderalith to refil her tea cup. She looks over as soon as the door opens and nods pleasantly to the Accepted. "Accepted, Light shine."
Nyderalith reaches over, and refills Ylanna's tea cup. He glances at the door, and nods at the accepted, though he doesn't say anything. He sets the pot down, and moves back to his place at the sofa, carrying his cup.
Ylanna murmers her thanks as she takes the cup back and smiles slightly. "So, when did you first come to Tar Valon?" She starts some idle chatter and takes a sip of tea.
Nyderalith settles into his seat, sipping his tea some, "Oh, just after my 19th birthday. I was supposed to be her on my 18th, but my father was out on a shipping run, and I was needed at home. So I went the came here the next year."
Ylanna nods and takes a sip of tea. "Shipping run?" She smiles, "And why were you 'supposed' to come?"
Nyderalith chuckles a bit, "See, my family business is merchants, and shippers. So, he was out fulfilling a contract we had at on my 18th birthday. The thing is, we have a tradition in my family, a bit strange for Illian, but it's our tradition, that every male in our family who is born goes to the White Tower on their 18th birthday, and offers to serve however we can." He shrugs, chuckling, "I'm the first one to ever be accepted as more then a stable hand. Most of them return home."
Ylanna arches an eyebrow at that. "Indeed? An interesting custom." She takes another sip of tea. "And you wanted to come? For other reasons than for the sake of 'tradition'?"
Nyderalith chuckles, "Actually, when I came, I figured that I'd be sent home. See, as the first born male, I was going to get control over the company when my father decided to retire. Except that the White Tower saw more potenial in me, so they asked that I stay. The training itself was enjoyable to me. I'd been using weapons training as a game my entire life up to that point, so it was just one large play time for me. And who wouldn't want to stay where they could play all day, and NOT be yelled at?"
Ylanna glances at you. "Play?" She seems content to let you talk tonight as she sits and listens quietly.
Falcon walks in from the hallway.
Falcon has arrived.
Falcon wanders in looking around , a slightly puzzled expression on his features
Nyderalith smiles some, "Aye. Growing up, I was so busy learning how to run the family business, I never got to do much playing. You know, the things normal kids do?" He shrugs, "My father said that there was too much to learn, so he let me practice with a sword, when I had time. I'd pretend I was a pirate or something, but I was learning how to use a sword too." He looks at Falcon as he enters, and nods, slightly.
Garbed in a tunic of earth tones , his breeks are made of well worn leather dyed a russet brown , his boots are mid calf and have the look of ware . A satchel slung over one shoulder stuffed full of Items , some twine, wax and a bit of chesse are visible from its lip, slung across his back is a weapon harness , within it you see a Creasent Axe or Moon Axe. Smaller then most from his homeland of Amadicia he is only about 5'8" or so but the mass of muscle under his tunic gives you the impression of a Blacksmith or a dock worker .His facial features are flawed by a scar that runs from his left cheek to his shoulder disappearing under his tunic .his eyes are a brown while his hair is almost a shade of black.
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Falcon returns the nod with a slight bow to all present
Ylanna sits on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea. As the door opens, she looks up and watches Falcon calmly, nodding in greeting. "Light shine, good sir. Can I help you or are you visiting the Tower?" She smiles politely.
Falcon shakes his head " Nae Aes Sedai I am refamiliarizing myself with the tower is all do not let me interupt"
Falcon chats with Flori for a moment.
Falcon smiles fondly
You get comfortable on Sofa.
Daniella has connected.
Falcon bows low before he retreats to the Dining Hall
At the sofa, Nyderalith smiles a bit, "So, anyway, that's what why it was play for me."
Falcon opens the northwestern door and walks into the Dining Hall.
Falcon has left.
Daniella comes in, looking a little weary from the day, and proceeds to find a comfy chair. Sitting crosslegged, her body scrunched as far back into the chair as it will go, she pulls a book from her satchel, and proceeds to look it over, not seeming to be terribly interested in the content so much as the soothing action of turning the pages.
Nyderalith nods at Daniella, though he doesn't speak to her.
Ylanna nods to something the Gaidin has said and looks over at the Accepted and nods briefly. "light shine, Accepted." She takes a sip of tea.
Daniella nods absently to Nyderalith, and, noticing that an Aes Sedai is speaking to her, she rises smoothly into a half-crouch, blending the action of standing and curtseying so that they flow into one another. She resumes previous position before adding "And on you, Aes Sedai."
Ylanna glances at the book and asks quietly, "What are you studying, Accepted?" She takes another sip of tea.
Nyderalith sips his tea, but seems to not want to speak, or else has spoken all there is to say. Maybe a both? Anyway, he crosses his legs, listening to Ylanna disect the Accepted.
Daniella looks up. "Oh...well, I have this book of poetry written in the Old Tongue. I don't understand most of it, but I catch a few bits here and there. They really had a way of saying things in the old days didn't they? Even when I don't understand most of it, it's still so beautiful!"
Ylanna laughs softly and nods at the Accepted. "Yes, they did. It puts our language to shame, today, I think." She glances at the Gaidin, but says nothing. Perhaps thinking of an earlier comment? She smiles slightly and says to the Accepted. "Did you need any help with that, Accepted...?" She waits for a name.
Daniella says "Daniella, Aes Sedai. Accepted Daniella. This actually is new for me. Most of my studying has been in herbs and non-Power healing. Well, so far."
Nyderalith nods, and just listens, not wishing to intrude or anything.
Ylanna arches an eyebrow, "I had thought the Novice classes included the Old Tongue? Or have they changed the classes since I was here?" She smiles slightly at that and takes a sip of her now cold tea and sighs softly, setting it on the table.
Daniella flushes a little. "Yes, we are still taught the Old Tongue, but then some of us have more aptitude for it then others, Aes Sedai."
Nyderalith chuckles lightly, but still keeps his lips sealed. Not going to interupt the two ladies.
Ylanna nods a bit at this. "And you are also studying Healing with the Yellow Sisters then?" She turns and looks at the Gaidin with an arched brow.
Nyderalith smiles at Ylanna, his eyes dancing with mischief, though what could the Warder be thinking.
Ylanna continues to watch the Warder, "Yes, Gaidin? Perhaps you could share with us what you find so amusing, yes?"
Daniella nods. "I have been studying with them for while, and even have even done shifts in the infirmary before."
Nyderalith looks at Ylanna, and says, "Well, as far as the Old Tongue goes, appitude is difficult to judge, at least to me." But his eyes still shine with mischief he has to be up to something, but what?
Daniella seems surprised at the sudden communication between the Aes Sedai and Gaidin.
Ylanna watches the Gaidin with an unreadable expression. "Is that so?" She looks back to the Accepted, ignoring her surprise and smiles slightly. "That is very good...Healing is most important."
Daniella nods. "It's the reason why I came to the Tower, Aes Sedai."
Nyderalith sips his tea, gazing up at the ceiling for a minute, but you can see the smile curling around the tea cup. What is that blasted warder up to?
Ylanna smiles now at the Accepted, though she turns a flat gaze back on the Warder, arching another eyebrow. "Are you finding us so amusing, Gaidin?"
Nyderalith looks at Ylanna, and shakes his head, "Oh, no Ylanna. My mind is elsewhere." His eyes still sparkle with some inner light. He goes back to scanning the room though.
Daniella looks down as the Aes Sedai berrates the man she assumes is her Warder.
Ylanna nods. "Apparently. Someday, perhaps you can share these ever-amusing thoughts with others, yes?" She smiles back at the Accepted and laughs softly. "My advice, Accepted Daniella, is to chose your Warder carefully. Choose one who has some modicum of humility."
Nyderalith with that the Warder pops up, runs to the wall, jumps catching a ledge, and launches himself back toward the middle of the room, and the ceiling, his hand grazes it, and then the Warder comes down landing heavily on his feet. He grins like a schoolboy, "Ohhh, that was fun!" His eyes shine with inner glee.
Ylanna watches the Warder calmly as he acts so...very very odd. She then looks at the Accepted and arches an eyebrow. "Observe. Choose a Warder with humility."
Daniella grins at the Aes Sedai, not having seen many Sedai in such an informal tone.
Amrik quietly strides in from the hallway.
Amrik has arrived.
Nyderalith smiles at Ylanna, and laughs, "Oh, I've humility, but I dole it out when it's needed, and generally, not before." He resumes his seat, nodding at the newly arrived person.
Amrik slides through the door and glances around, not very surprised to see anybody else here, but obviously satisfied with his discovery.
Nodding a greeting, Amrik walks over to the group. "Pardon.. Aes Sedai?"
Ylanna gives the Gaidin a flat look again, though she doesn't seem upset. She gives a low laugh and winks at the Accepted again, turning at the sound of Amrik's voice, looking at him from her seat on the Sofa. "Yes, good sir?"
Amrik smiles and looks at the others. "May I.. have a word with you, Madam Sedai?"
Ylanna arches ane eyebrow but nods, "Of course. And it is Aes Sedai, or Ylanna Sedai, please. Would you like to talk here, or some place more private, perhaps, Master...?" She waits for a name.
"Amrik. Ah, Amrik Rinis." Amrik makes a small bow. "It's.. ah, your choice.. but I needed to consult somebody about the matter of a male channeler in Tar Valon... private, or here. The decision is yours Ylanna Sedai."
Ylanna's expression doesn't change, but she suddenly seems much more serious and alert. "A male Channeler? Here, in the city?" Well, she just arrived back home, but perhaps it won't be that boring. She remains calm, watching Amrik. "Tell me, Master Amrik, how do you know of this?"
Before answering, Amrik lowers himself to the floor and sits on his heels, resting his wrists on knees as he takes a deep breath. "Before I say this.. I mean this in the best way... I'm well aware of what happens to male channelers. when they go mad.. what they do. But also, what is done to them here..." Trails off and searches for the right words.
Ylanna nods and seems sympathetic. "Yes, it is very hard, isn't it?" She waits for him to continue.
Nyderalith drops his funny, haha guy routine, he leans forward, eyes intense, and ears sharp. He is a Gaidin now, not just in name, but in form as well.
Amrik rubs at his neck and spreads his handsh a slight shrug. "I I don't want anybody hurt. The... afore mentioned male channeler is myself. I would rather nobody got hurt... so here I am. I surrender myself."
Amrik tries to stay relaxed, but is still tense, awaiting some kind of explosion.
Ylanna remains quiet for a time, watching Amrik intently. Yet, she doesn't embrace the Source, not yet anyways, and doesn't slap a shield on him to keep him from the Source. Not yet, anyways. She nods slightly, "I see. And what would you have us do, then, Master Amrik?" She remains calm, sitting on the sofa.
Nyderalith hand snaps to his Sword, and he askes, "How do you know?" He seems relaxed, a bit too relaxed. A sure sign he's ready for anything.
Daniella has disconnected.
Relaxing further, Amrik settles himself and meets Ylanna's eyes, his mismatched ones still uneasy. "I don't know... I just don't want anybody hurt. I.. I don't want that." He lowers his eyes, trying to hide how uneasy he is over the sword.
Nyderalith lets his hand drift away from the sword, reactions sometimes are faster then needed. Afterall, the man isn't armed, and the sword wouldn't be much good agianst the True Source anyway.
Ylanna reaches out and puts a hand on the Gaidin's arm. Relax. She glances at him quickly before looking back at Amrik. "Master Amrik," she begins, then pauses to search for the words, "You realize that by coming to the Tower and claiming to be a Channeler...you do know what the Tower's laws are, concerning that, don't you?"
Amrik shakes his head and looks back up. "I.. don't."
Ylanna sighs softly and looks at Amrik, sympathy still on her face, though whether real or false, is hard to say. "The Tower's Law's state that you must be gentled. Cut off from the True Source." She waits for his reaction calmly.
After a moment, Amrik just nods. "I.. thought that may have been the solution. I was aware of it when I came here.." He shrugs slightly and looks down, staring at the floor. "My fate is just one. If I had not come here, then what? Go mad.. and possibly kill others.."
Ylanna nods again, not denying what he says, "Your concern for others is admirable. And perhaps that shall carry some weight at your trial..." She embraces the Source now, and weaves a Shield, but doesn't use it, just quite yet.
Amrik nods thoughtfully. "Perhaps. Maybe... well, I'm not mad yet. Perhaps they'll grant me some leniancy.." Shrugs and stands, chewing his lower lip nervously. "What.. what happens now..?"
Nyderalith shrugs, "Admirable." He looks at Ylanna, quirking an eyebrow, "Trail?" he pauses, and says, "Well, it shall be an interesting one....after all, we've only his word that he can channel."
Amrik chuckles at Nyderalith's words. "Oh, shall I prove it to you sir?"
Nyderalith looks at Amrik, "Leniancy? There isn't any. You'll be gentled, there is no other way." He shifts a bit, "No, save it for your judge."
Amrik scowls slightly. "Thank you for your vote..."
Ylanna looks at Amrik and gives Nyder a quick glance, but does put the Shield in place, holding it there, effortlessly cutting him off from the Source. She speaks to Amrik. "Master Amrik. I think you'll find that that is a common opinion."
Nyderalith shrugs at Amrik, "You'll be gentled eventually. The only thing coming to us now is, you may be able to hold that off a while. The Browns haven't had a male channeler to study. They might demand you not be gentled till you have been studied some." He makes it sound as if he doesn't put much stock in that happening.
Ylanna doesn't think that will happen either. They will probably study him after being gentled though. She watches Amrik, closely for any sign that he's going to get upset.
Amrik twitches slightly and sighs. "Oh dear... she's going to flay me alive when she finds out what I've done.." Apperantly speaking to himself, he doesn't quite notice Nyderalith's comment.
Ylanna arches an eyebrow, carefully holding the weave, hoping he won't decided to get upset and try and break free. She asks, "Who will 'flay you alive?'"
Amrik blinks and then blushes. "Ahh.. a friend of mine.. she won't like this one bit.."
Ylanna presses the matter gently, "A friend? Who is she? Perhaps we could find her for you? A friend would be a good comfort now, wouldn't it?"
Amrik sighs and shakes his head. "She's not within the city at the moment.. she's rather far away. She'll know soon enough though, she is an accepted."
Ylanna stares at Amrik silently. "An Accepted?" She nods, "But not in the Tower? Well, perhaps she can visit you when she gets back, yes? I can help you find her, if you like." She remains calm, still holding the weave.
An Aes Sedai walks in, as told by her ageless face, and serpent ring. She walks purposefully, and freezes seeing the glow around Ylanna, her red fringed shawl swaying lightly. She's a nice looking woman, black hair, brown eyes, and an overly large nose. She embraces the source as well.
Amrik stiffens slightly, suddenly infinitely worried.
Her voice is smooth, and sweet, a total opposite of the demenor of the woman, "What's going on here, Sister?"
Nyderalith glances up as the woman walks in, and winces in spite of himself. A Red? Oh by the Light the poor man. He stands up bowing to the Aes Sedai.
Amrik sighs and lowers his head, bowing to the Red sister slightly.
Ylanna glances at the Red Sister, but only briefly. She keeps her attention on the man in front of her. "This man, Master Amrik, claims to be a Channeler." She keeps her face smooth and her eyes remain calm as well.
Relina walks over to join Ylanna, "Does he really?" He voice is still honey, though she pierces the man with a stare, looking at him like he's a Viper. "Here, let me help you." She links her power with Ylanna, allowing the Green to maintain control, since she started the shield in the first place. "Gaidin, go and find 11 more Sisters, and tell them that we have a man to gentle." She doesn't spare the Gaidin with a look, instead keeping her eyes on Amrik, "And be quick about it."
Noting the odd sensation of being shielded, Amrik just takes a few steps over and sits on the couch, staring ahead blankly.
Nyderalith bows, hand on sword hilt, "As you say, Aes Sedai." he starts for the door, at a trot. No reason to anger a Red.
Ylanna makes no comment and maintains the shield on Amrik. After a minute she turns to the Red Sister, "He says he came in now, himself, so he would not hurt anyone." She watches Amrik still, but waits for the Red's answer.
Amrik takes a seat on Window Bench.
Relina snorts, still staring at the man like she would a poisonous snake. "Well, it's all fine and good, but we should just Gentle him now, and have it done with. That way we don't have to worry about him ever being a problem agian."
You get up from Sofa.
Ylanna gets up from Sofa.
Nyderalith exits, still at a trot.
Oblivious to the conversation, Amrik stares out the window and hooks his elbpows on the ledge to watch what's going on outside.
Ylanna arches an eyebrow at her Red Sister, "And you would forego the laws? He must be tried. It is the law, Sister. He will not harm anyone, not shielded. And I would point out, he's not doing anything at the moment."
Relina readjusts her shawl, staring at the Green, "Laws? You want this...this....man. To have the ability to channel any longer then necessary?" She shakes her head, "I should have told the Gaidin to bring 12 of the Red...we'd have this over with. And what would be done, is done." She scowls at the man.
Amrik pushes his long black hair over one shoulder and rests his chin on folded arms, merely observing everything going on outide.
Picking up the last part, Amrik turns suddenly, the color draining from his face as he stares at Relina with wide eyes.
Ylanna arches an eyebrow at the Red Sister. "Oh? And you would flout the laws of the Tower? For all to see? Sister, those laws are there for a reason. He will be gentled and he will not harm anyone any more. But he must have a trial."
Nyderalith walks back in, about the only thing to show the man had been running is the slow rising, and falling of his chest. He is followed by 11 sisters. The first three in the door wear Red shawls, followed by two Green, a Blue, 2 Brown, a White, a Gray, and a Yellow. 13 Aes Sedai now. 4 Red, 3 Green, 2 Brown, 1 White, 1 Gray, 1 Blue, 1 Yellow.
Amrik blanches even more, if such a thing is possible, when he lays eyes on the Aes Sedai entering the room.
Ylanna ignores Amrik distress and glances briefly to the Sedai entering, but keeps her concentration on the weave, waiting until they can take over. She remains calm though. "Sisters," she says briefly. "This man has confessed to being a Channeler."
Relina looks at the Aes Sedai coming through the door, and frowns, looking back to Ylanna, "I'd do what I thought is best, Sister. But since you insist, I say we vote on the matter." She gazes at the other, who are slowly one by one embracing the source, "Shall we Gentle him here, and now, and be done with him? Or shall he have his day in court?"
Ylanna arches an eyebrow. "A vote to bypass Tower Law? A Law that has been in place for years untold? That is the utmost presumption, Sister."
Nyderalith stands to the side, a bit shocked by the Reds purposal, but kinda agreeing with it just the same. Why waste the Tower's time with this, when the decision is guarrenteed?
Relina just ignores Ylanna, and says, "If you wish to gentle the man now stand to the right, if you wish to have the law follow it's course. Stand to the left." The 4 Reds go to the right, along with the Blue, and the Grey. The 2 Greens go left, along with the White, Yellow, and both Browns. Ylanna is the only one left to vote. But Relina's face glowers, knowing she's lost.
Amrik bows his head, letting out a silent sigh of relief. After a moment, he lifts his head and pushes his hair back, facing Ylanna. "I... am in your hands now."
Ylanna doesn't bother moving as the vote is cast. She knows where she stands, and the whole idea was ridiculous anyways! Voting to throw out Tower Law! She gives the Sedai who stood to the right a scathing look before saying dryly, "Well, now that we've decided to keep the Tower's Laws, would any of you care to help shield this man? As is, there are only two Sedai shielding a Male Channeler." She throws out those last words, hoping to get some of her Sisters hopping. She arches an eyebrow and waits.
Amrik lowers his head and stifles a laugh, finding the whole situation rather amusing despite his postition in it.
Relina nods, "Yes, Sisters, please help us." She suddenly looks like she's straining very hard. Apparently she's not that strong of a channeler herself. The other Aes Sedai soon link, and bring the full weight of 11 channelers to the aid of the two who've held the shield so long.
Amrik gets a rather odd look on his face and slowly stands.
Nyderalith shakes his head, justice will have it's day. He continues to watch from the sidelines, he's not exactly an active participant, however now that they are moving him....he probably will be. He moves over to Amrik, "Where shall we put him?" He asks the assembled Sisters.
Amrik glances sideways at Nyderalith and chews on a lower lip thoughtfully. Where indeed..
Ylanna doesn't show much strain but is relieved when the others join the link. She nods briskly. "Very well. Shall we go to the dungeon's then?" She looks at Amrik.
Nods and smooths out his coat, gesturing for Ylanna to lead on. "I must admit.. I don't know my way around. Lead on Ylanna Sedai, I'll follow."
Nyderalith moves with Amrik, his steps light and even.
Ylanna nods again and heads off briskly, wanting to get this over with, though she shows no sign of fear or nervousness. She opens the door and holds it open for the next sisters and Amrik. The sisters surround Amrik as they walk out, down the hall, heading for the cells.
Ylanna walks north into the hallway, closing the door behind her.
Ylanna has left.
Relina nods, "Yes, that will be the best place for him. Though the Sisters won't enjoy going down there and shielding him." She doesn't move prefering to follow the group.
You walk out into the hallway, closing the door behind you.
Common Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon
This soaring hallway is broad enough to let a carriage pass down its length. The walls of smooth stone draw your eye down to the diamond-shaped floor tiles, which repeat intricate patterns in the colours of the seven Ajahs. Finely-woven tapestries in a number of styles decorate the walls, some depicting landscapes and hunting scenes, while others show no subject, but are woven with complex and eye-catching patterns.
The northern end of the hallway curves into the North Wing, while the eastern end will bring you to the Entry Way. A glass and metal door to the northeast opens on a courtyard. A dark wooden door to the west leads into the dining hall, and a door of pale wood to the south leads to a lounge area. A long hallway leads to the quarters of the Tower's staff.
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Obvious exits:
North Wing Dining Hall Common Lounge CourtYard Staff Quarters Entry Hall
Amrik quietly strides out of the common lounge to the south.
Amrik has arrived.
Ylanna walks toward the North Wing.
Ylanna has left.
Leaving behind the congenial atmosphere of the Common Wing, you walk towards the North Wing.
North Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon(#470RJ$)
Every bit as broad and tall as the other corridors on this level of the Tower, this wing has a quieter, more somber air. Dark wooden panels gleam from the walls, a fitting background for the many paintings that march down the hallway. Depicted in the paintings are the Tower's most famous women. The diamond-shaped floor tiles are the colours of the seven Ajahs, and have been laid down in a mosaic that spirals in towards the door leading to the Hall of Sitters.
To the south, the hallway turns towards to the Common Wing, while the eastern end joins with the Amyrlin's Wing. An imposing set of doors opens on the Hall of the White Tower to the north. Opposite it, a metal and class door leads south into the courtyard. A plain set of double doors to the northeast opens on the main lecture hall.
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Ylanna
Obvious exits:
Common Wing Amyrlin's Wing Lecture Hall Meeting Hall Stairs Down CourtYard
Amrik quietly strides in from the Common Wing.
Amrik has arrived.
Ylanna walks down a set of stairs that descends into the bowels of the Tower.
Ylanna has left.
Amrik quietly strides down a set of stairs that descends into the bowels of the Tower.
Amrik has left.
You walk downstairs.
Basement: White Tower, Tar Valon
Cells line both sides of a wide hallway that pierces through the bedrock beneath the White Tower. One end of the hallway terminates in a blank wall fitted with several lamp sconces, and additional lamps hang from the hall's ceiling, providing a bright light that allows the guards to keep a vigilant watch on those confined here without giving the prisoners access to the flaming lamps. The cells are a decent size, and each is fitted with a cloth pallet, a rough clay jar of water and a clay bucket as a privy. The wall of each cell facing the hallway is not stone, but a lattice of thick metal bars that allows the guards complete line of sight into every corner of each cell. The only way in or out of a cell is through a locked gate, also barred. One of the guards keeps the keys with him at all times.
Guards are constantly on duty at the one exit from the detention area. They keep an eye on the prisoners, provide them with regular (if uninspiring) meals, and ensure that visitors have no direct contact with the prisoners unless they've been authorized to do so.
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Amrik(#2134PAc$)
Ylanna
Garan
Angreal Storerooms
Obvious exits:
Out Travel Room (OOC Exit)
Garan finds a stairwell and walks up.
Garan has left.
Ylanna leads the group down to the cells, walking to a cell, no specific one. Just one that's empty and gestures inside of it. "Amrik?" She waits to see if he will enter the cell himself.
Relina brings up the rear, looking much more relaxed, with the other 11 sisters holding the shield. "There the empty on on the right." She calls to Ylanna in ther front.
Nyderalith walks in beside Amrik, but stops, allowing the man to enter the cell, but willing to force him, if need be.
Amrik freezes in his tracks and glances around, suddenly nervous. He glances at the cells and chews his lower lip. "I.. ah.."
Nyderalith sighs, "Amrik, you either go in voluntarily, or I get a couple of guards, and force you." He places his hands on his hips, "You'll not be harmed while here. I can promise you that."
Ylanna glances at the Red Sister but says nothing, waiting on Amrik to enter..if he will. When he hesitates, she arches an eyebrow, but let's the Gaidin speak. She nods briefly. She won't tolerate any nonsense now. In he's going.
Amrik turns and looks at Nyderalith. "That's... quite alright.. I believe I can manage myself.." After a few more minutes of hesitation, he steps inside and looks around the cell.
Nyderalith reaches over, and swings the door shut, with a rather loud CLANG that these types of doors always make.
Amrik jumps about a foot off the ground and swings around, eyes wide in surprise and fright.
After a tense moment, Amrik settle and walks to the cot, sitting on the edge to survey his new 'home'.
Ylanna motions to 7 of the sisters who take up spots outside the cell, holding the weave. She passes control of the link to a fellow Green sister and lets go of the Source as soon as she does.
Nyderalith looks at Amrik, and says softly, "Sorry about that...."
Looking up at Nyderalith, Amrik shrugs helplessly. "I'm fine..."
Relina nods, and drops the Source as well, looking relieved, she turns and heads up the stairs without a word. No doubt the defeat rankles her already sour disposition