Overhearing talk about a Female Dragon and alternate worlds, Valheru came to a hault next to the company of people... some which were garbed in strange pink outfits. He stood 5 feet 10 inches tall... not tall for a man but tall enough...in a green colorshifting cloak he had inherited from a dead Warder friend.
As he looked around at the company of people, he stroked his sword in its sheath... feeling its bronze herons against his fingers. They all looked safe enough but it never hurt to be ready for anything.
"I couldnt help but overhear that you were all looking to visit other worlds." he said "I would be interested in joining you... in fact I just passed some sort of stone with a few designs on it and I believe that will help us get where it is we want to go."
He looked around at them, waiting for their response.
Valheru: Dragon Lord
"I expect you did," Carra said with a bright smile, "since over that way is where we keep it. You're welcome to come along." She looked him up and down, wondering where he had come from.
"I'm Carramaena, this is Sundara, Ulrike, Arie..." She went on to name the others. "And you are?"
Looking at the girl who had spoken, he answered "It's nice to meet all of you. They call me Valheru. I am from Shienar and as you can tell, I am new to this place... but looking for adventure." He looked around at all of them and asked "Are we ready to go then?"
Valheru: Dragon Lord
Ulrike had left for the Library to gather some things. Unlike Dark Sisters she could not command reality and she didn't even want this ability. Just watching it happen was an unsettling experience. But she believed in being prepared. As such things go it took her considerable more time than planned. Especially as she had then to unpack some things. Even so her backpack was heavy.
When she returned to the Palace she saw the whole group already waiting around the portalstone. Sundara's left foot tapped an impatient (and ominous) staccato on the marble floor. Ulrike shrugged apologetically and took a long look at the symbols covering the stone.
"So, which ones do we want to try?"
Carra looked closely at the symbols, but they meant nothing to her. "If any one's as good as another..." She shrugged, closed her eyes and pointed at random.
"That one, Carra? You so sure?"
The gleeman's whirly eyes materialised beside the Sister, the rest of his body appearing much like a different universe's teleporter. He chuckled lightly at her slightly paranoid look - always a touch of paranoia when the gleeman came in.
"Your guess is as good as mine - I have no real idea. All I know is that this... " he pointed at the stone - "...means...
chaotic madness may bring its doom."
"Sounds like a riddle," he mused. "And fitting, too, if we're heading out to find paradoxes."
Sir Kiriath Machin Ni, Machinwarder to Arie
Carra's eyes widened, which simply had the effect of making them even more disturbing.
"Sure? No, why should I be?" She pointed at Chance. "He's a ta'veren, so I picked at random and let luck decide. If it's the wrong one, it's his fault. Shall we go?"
Carramaena, perfectly logical
Arie grinned. Whatever would come to pass, at least it wouldn't be her fault. The Dark Sister had said so. She decided that she would take a souvenir from each world they visited to remember her time there (or to hock them, if worse came to worse). Not being from the World of WoT, she wasn't quite sure what exactly they were planning on doing with the stone, but that was all right.
She pondered a velvet bag that tied around her wrist, and one appeared. It was rather small, to be sure, but she made it one of those bottomless ones, in the manner of Mary Poppin's carpetbag. Then she wondered who Mary Poppins was and what a carpetbad had to do with anything.
Arie, of the Tyrant Pride
"OK, that's the combination then. Now, everyone step closer so that we don't lose anybody."
The space around the stone became crowded and somebody jostled Ulrike. She stumbled and gripped a convenient arm to regain her balance.
"Who wants to power that thing? Carra?! I don't know if that's a good idea..."
"Tainted though I may be, I must agree that using the Eccentric Power on a Portal Stone is not the best of ideas..." Sundara studied the Stone more closely. "Supposedly it takes a lot of power, and there are a number of us to be transported. Perhaps we should link?"
"Good idea," replied Ulrike relieved. "If you will lead the circle then I am ready."
She embraced the One Power and prepared herself for the merging of the weaves. It would be an interesting experience as she had received no training beyond the basics of linking.
Sundara opened herself to the One Power. It was a slightly odd sensation. She'd grown accustomed to the True Power, but that didn't seem to be a good idea with a Portal Stone either...
"Ready?" she asked as the link slid into place. "Which one was it, Carra? This?" Holding the symbol firmly in her mind, she drew on the Power. Drew deeper. Deeper.
The palace winked out of existence. Another world surrounded them.
(OOC: And whoever wants to can start describing.)
Sundara, traveller of worlds
Melissande turned around slowly, surveying the landscape. It looked disappointingly normal. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and although she didn't recognise the road, it wound in more or less normal fashion through normal looking hills.
"Nothing particularly other-worldly so far. Shall we go along the road and see what we find?"
[OOC: Now I'm thinking these worlds might just be some of the stories on the bookshelves here. Historical, alternate reality, take your pick. Interested in playing it that way?]
Melissande Amaline Isten
Ulrike's stomach insisted on turning this way and that. She swallowed determinedly and looked around.
"I think we should see what a world this is. Carefully." She turned to Al'cair. "When we go into a town or village, whenever we meet 'natives' you have to stay back. At the first sight of you a panik could break out."
The dragon appeared not enthuastic about this prospect.
"But I wanted to see something of this world too!"
"I really don't know. Maybe an illusion," she half asked the group. "Is it possible for him? He may be a small dragon, but this is rather relative."
"Oh, yes - I'm a normal person relative to something, too. Although I never figured out what." Carra glanced at Al'cair, then down at her black leather-clad self, then around at everyone else. "On the whole, I think all of us would stand out."
Artwork was her specialty, so she handled the illusion. Al'cair, invisible. The rest of them in somewhat more nondescript clothing. After a moment, she turned both of her mismatched eyes gray.
"That way," she suggested, pointing down the road. There seemed to be a town of some sort there.
[OOC: And I pick - The Other Side of the Wheel! *grins at Sundara* It's your world, show us through it.]
Carramaena L'Var, quite mad
And briefly, in the subconscious minds of everyone crazy enough to hear it, came the whisper of a tour guide.
Just down the road here is the town of Allenda! Where tonight, especially for your pleasure, three ta'veren can be found together for the first time in this turning of the Wheel. Shall we see what the Pattern has in store?
Sundara eyed the place, shaking off the strange whispering sound in the back of her head. "Very well then. I expect we can pass as random travellers, if no one looks too closely. It might be wise to avoid channeling if possible, though, since we don't know what the norms of this world are."
She set out down the road. The sky was darkening above them - it looked as though a storm was coming.
"What was that?" Melissande frowned, rubbing her head. She was going as mad as they were. "Never mind. All right, the town it is."
She fell in step between Sundara and Ulrike. "If you two are studying the world," she observed, "I'd look for an inn or tavern. People know a lot about their own world, and they tend to talk more freely when they've been drinking."
Melissande Amaline Isten
Arie hummed a traveling song she had heard once or thought she had heard. The world might look the same, but it definitely felt different that her own and certainly wasn't the same as the Dark Palace. She glanced at the others to measure any similar reaction they might be having to the place and started.
They looked....normal. She guessed that she did as well. A good idea of course, just a bit disconcerting.
And then that voice that she was positive was not one of hers. "Ta'veren?" she wondered aloud. "And three of them?" The voice she had previously heard briefly explained the concept of ta'veren to her. She brightened at the disembodied voice's words.
A new world, three... reality-bending people somewhere up ahead, and all just in time for her birthday!
[OOC: tis true! On July 9, the world will celebrate (read: mourn) the birth of Arie as she turns 17 (full license! yay!!)]
Arie, of the Tyrant Pride
Carramaena had no problems with the idea of a voice in her head. Why, she'd had a fascinating debate with what had claimed to be her conscience a few months ago, although that had ended when it found out it was in the wrong place. Dark Sisters did not have consciences, although they did, on occasion, have voices.
"Oh, by all means, let's see what the Pattern has in store. Three ta'veren? Does that mean something important's about to happen?"
I'm not telling.
"Some tour guide," she grumbled. "Oh! - And happy birthday, Arie." That also required some explanation, summed up as "Dark Sisters always know about party occasions. They have to. It goes with the job. So happy birthday, Arie."
Carramaena, quite insane
As they walked into the town, Valheru kept a watchful eye about... hand on sword. It wasn't that he was suspicious... just that he liked to be ready. His eyes fell across a building with a sign overtop of it "The Happy Cup" with a picture of a cup with two eyes and a smile next to it.
"Well, lets go in there" he said pointing, "and see what we can find out."
Valheru: Dragon Lord
"All right," Carra agreed, turning toward the place that seemed to be an inn. "I'll do the talking." She caught the looks on several faces and laughed. "Don't worry, I'll do it politely!"
Leading the others in, she gave the innkeeper a friendly smile. "I'd like to order dinner for my friends and I, please. And has anything interesting been happening lately? We've been a bit out of touch."
Happy Cup, hm?
Kiriath's bleary eyes took on the sign - he had passed out due to the grotesque pink clothes he had still been wearing. No longer were they pajamas, thank Chaos!, but they were other things, things unspeakable that I cannot say here.
This Happy Cup was likely not the place to go to fix his problem, but nevertheless the gleeman wal ... and paused, in amazed horror.
It could not be.
But yet it was.
This was truly a parallel universe.
An un-leathery Carramaena was sitting, not dancing, and chatting to a ... did he see that correctly? ... a calm gleeman with a colorful yet noticeable patchwork cloak.
What happened to the patchcloth?
Kiriath was about to wander over in horrified shock, but a figure stood before him. Of course, as everything in this world or, for that matter, a parallel universe, it was anything but an ordinary figure.
It was the Great Mistress.
Only she could give the following reaction.
Kiriath began to burble nonsense syllables, even worse than the usual, while backing away.
Ar ... ar ... Arie? I ... I ...
Sir Kiriath Machin Ni, Machinwarder to Arie
"You guys, eat and talk... I am going to check something outside." he said and walked out the door only to find the curious looking gleeman, half lying in the street, horrified at... something. He looked closer, and saw what it was.
The gleeman was looking into a puddle into the road... horrified at his own reflection. Silently, Valheru walked over to him and asked, "Are you ok?"
Valheru: Dragon Lord
"Interesting? Well, dear, you can't have been that out of touch, but most people would count a False Dragon interesting news. True that's over now though, now she's been caught."
You wouldn't believe how far out of touch we were, mistress innkeeper. But when did a False Dragon become she? Sundara's lips, unseen, quirked into a smile. Melissande, sister, I think we've found your Female Dragon world.
"True enough," she agreed. "And interesting enough, wouldn't you say, sisters? But we don't want to keep you from your work, good innkeeper, I see two more guests coming in now."
She turned to eye the pair as the innkeeper moved away. A tall, broad-shouldered man with an axe at his belt, and a slender woman almost as tall, with long, copper-red hair. And at least one other... interesting... feature.
"A channeler," she murmured to the others. "A strong channeler. This could be..."
She paused to consider words, "interesting" having been overused a little already.
"Entertaining. Don't you agree?"
[OOC: Anyone not read the story yet? If so, be ashamed of yourselves!]
A man tapped on Valheru's shoulder. "Kir's not yet back to his senses yet, Val. You'll have to drag him in - or else leave him alone in the storm. You don't want to get soaked yourself, do you? Don't worry about him - the rain will get him sober sooner or later."
The man, clad in black coat, breeches and boots, carries a strange (or, rather more correctly, weird) air of calmness. And, if one even bothers to notice, his steps made no sound at all as he calmly strode into the bar, past a tall man and a red-haired girl, and onto the table where the Dark Sisters sat.
"Oh, hi," he greeted the women - and the small dragon - as he pulled his sword out from his belt and sat on an empty chair next to Ulrike's, "sorry I'm late. I've had some business to settle with a Myrddraal and I was just about to finish him when an Aes Sedai happened to pass by - a Red, i presume, 'cos she had no Warders - and threw some nasty weaves at me. Light, she was supposed to get the Myrddraal first and not me!"
Presently he looked up and found that his last statement certainly drew eyes.
He prodded at Sundara with the hilt of his sword. "Hey, did I say anything wrong?"
"How much, exactly, have you been drinking?" Carra asked in a lazy tone, but gave him a pointed 'shut up' look. "You seem to be in a different world from the rest of us. I'd cut down if I were you."
She moved aside politely for the two newcomers. Or, as the voice in her head informed her, the two ta'veren.
"Definitely entertaining," she agreed in answer to Sundara.
Carramaena, hopping worlds
Sundara turned to give the stranger a long look, followed by a sharp if otherwise undetectable slap with the True Power. She did not like being prodded.
"Do I know you?" she asked coolly. He was obviously from a different world, but not necessarily one of the ones she knew.
Sundara, Sister of the Dark
"Oh, no you don't. In fact I came from a different world than this--at least the White Tower in my world is occupied by women," the stranger replied, rubbing his burning cheek with his hand, "and where's the Taint gone?"
He looked around to make sure that nobody would notice, and said, "As to who I am, I'm Lay Asha'man, or at least I used to be before Taim kicked me out of the Black Tower; that woolhead certainly doesn't have any sense of humor. Currently I'm doing some research on the Eccentric Power and, as far as I'm concerned, Carra and Kiriath are the best research subjects available, because..." he thrust his hand into his coat, produced a small notebook, and began reading a long list of reasons.
Sundara blinked a few times, rapidly shifting from Dark Sister to Dark Brown sister. "Interesting. You must be from our world then, or one very close to it in current reality. How did you get here? And where did you hear about these two? And what, exactly, made Taim kick you out? While it's true he has no sense of humour, not to mention stubbornly refuses to admit he's Demandred, he usually does have some reason for what he does."
She paused for a moment, realising the ex-Asha'man was also still talking. "You can skip the long version, you know. Most of us are already well aware of why Carra and Kiriath make good test subjects."
On Sundara's reply Lay stopped reading his list and looked at Sundara, a very big grin appearing on his face. All his calmness was suddenly gone, replaced by a look of ...uh, madness? (OOC: It's not the Taint, I was born insane! -Shadar Asha'man, LLI)
"Well, I'll begin with the part about Taim. It began just a few months ago when I was teaching a class on Healing. I told the Soldiers that I've always been wondering if Healing could be used to fix the shape of Taim's awfully crooked nose, not realizing that at that very moment Taim was passing in front of the door. Later in the day he summoned me to his study and, instead of showering me with his usual box of oaths, he balefired me right away. I barely managed to dodge the balefire and after sending a few fireballs as a mark of friendship (*evil grin*) I escaped through the hole that his balefire has bored in the wall. I ran downstairs, picked up my belongings, went into the stable to find my horse, and rode to Caemlyn."
At that moment he stopped to drink a few gulps from the flask at his hip. After a moment of silence he took a deep breath and continued his story, "And, as to how I followed you into this world, I simply asked several passersby about a gleeman with whirling eyes and finally just before sunset I found out where have you guys gone--yes, that portal stone you guys used to get here. The next part was much easier. You know, traveling through a portal stone leaves some sort of footprints (warning: this guy's beginning to talk like a Brown sister, so if you couldn't stand to it, just close your ears), and I simply followed your track. That voice in my head--the one you called the Tour Guide--led me into this town. It took me quite a long time searching the town for signs of your presence, but when I saw Kir and Valheru I instantly knew where you guys are."
The black-clad man sighed and slumped into his chair as his story finally came to an end. A few moments later, he straightened and turned his gaze towards Kiriath and Valheru.
"Seems like Valheru and our intrigleeman are still outside--you don't want them to miss the party, do you?"
"We're not having a party at the moment," Carra said absent-mindedly. "That comes later." She blinked suddenly, her eyes switching colour. "You're studying me? I'm flattered! But do you really think it's safe?"
He gave a hearty laugh at Carramaena's reply, and after a moment of silence answered, "Well, you see, I'm not the usual sort of male channeler. I channel the Taint instead of saidin--oh, actually I can channel saidin as well but then where's the fun? Nah, would that be enough of an explanation?"
Sundara frowned. "Shadar? Is that -" She leaned over to look at him more closely. "No, you're not. Quite a resemblance, though. Are you related by any chance?"
"Channel the Taint and - hey, Sunny, I dun think he sounds familiar only to you."
The gleeman turned back to Lay, curious expression on his face - indeed, not all that far from a Brown glance.
"Ever heard of a certain Notumar? Here I thought he was the only one that channeled the Taint."
Again the gleeman mused for a moment.
"'Course, he just might be part of the reason you're researching me. Imagine, me a research project!" His eyes whirled crazily. He had apparently been thinking the thought before he thought he thought it.
Not all that difficult to fathom.
Or so we thinks
Sir Kiriath Machin Ni, Machinwarder to Arie
"I've been bombarded by questions ever since I came here, ain't I? Don't worry, I'm gonna answer both of your questions anyway, but can I have some wine first?"
Sorry, but, blood and ashes, I'm so flamin' thirsty!
Catriona carefully balanced a tray of goblets in one hand, brushing her short brown braid back over her shoulder with the other. She just grinned and shrugged at the innkeeper, who was giving her a strange look, as she wove her way between tables with her plain brown dress swaying lightly. No, she didn't work here. And she didn't hear Lay's request, either, seeing as she's deaf. She just had a slightly freakish way of ... knowing things, spoken or not.
She lowered the tray as she reached the table and put a goblet of wine in front of each occupant. She stopped and gazed at the one goblet she put in front of the invisible dragon and scratched her head, looking puzzled.
"That's funny. I counted wrong. Heh, oh well!" She grinned brightly, and left it there. "I'm sure someone will claim it. Enjoy!" she chirped in a voice as clear as any hearing person's and headed toward the kitchen. One of the cooks was about to yell for a server. And that pot that was about to spill would need cleaning. No rest for the unemployed.
Catriona, the Mightily Confuddled?
"Thank you!" Carra picked up her goblet, drank it down (only the wine, not the goblet) and smiled at the woman who had mysteriously appeared at exactly the right moment. "All right, there's your wine. Now how about some answers? I'm getting curious myself."