Setting: Amyrlin's Office: White Tower, Tar Valon

Occupants: Raemira

Micana enters the room, coming in from the Keeper's Office.

Micana says "Mother, I should tell you I spoke inadvisedly a short time ago."

Micana curtseys as she speaks. Her demeanor is quietly respectful and movements are overly controlled."

A brow lifts, "In what manner, Micana?" Raemira inquired.

Micana says "I encountered Karaul in the hallway with an Accepted watcher again. You had not mentioned reinstating them, so naturally I asked what was happening. Turned out Analee decided to have him watched again because of a recent attempt to skewer his own throat in the courtyard recently. You know me well enough to know I did not deal well with that."

A dark frown came to Raemira's lips, "She superceeded my -own- order?"

Micana nods. "Yes, she did. But there is more, Mother. Karaul seemed to deliberately, in that manner of his, to cause discord. Morillin and I were on the same side for once. Chiara and Analee... differed. Mother, such horid thoughts they let fall from their mouths. Wanting to delay gentling to watch the progress, wanting to link with males, wanting to /not/ still males for risk of disrupting the prophesies. Ridiculous statements unworthy of an Aes Sedai. Mother, I said that if he was going to commit suicide, he would have gone on, have done with it, that these false gestures stank of sly manipulation since done in front of those who would save him. And his blaming us and making us responsible for his actions is...illogical."

That dark frown became even deeper, "Indeed?" Raemira's eyes appear to swirl in anger, bright emeralds brightening, "No wonder he was so loathe to tell me what actually happened surrounding those evennts."

Micana says "That is my opinion, Mother. It may be incorrect, but it is my opinion."

Raemira shakes her head slightly, "I thought I had that settled with him." Her darkened expression grows darker, "We had come to an agreement that it -was- for his better. If he continues to sulk about the Tower I will have no choice but to force him away from here, despite the fact that may lead to his untimely death." She clenches her fists together, banging one on her desk, "I will -not- have him causing undue consention throughout the Tower. As for Analee and Chiara, what... exactly, did they say about the situation?"

Micana quotes to the best of her ability the phrasing used by the others in order to explain to Raemira.

OOC: The log was read and IC information passed. We were late to the Meeting so skipped forward.

Hall of Servants: White Tower, Tar Valon

Micana, Coliena, Liala, Gordova, Morillin, Chiara, Nata and Ashlynn pad into the Hall of the Sitters from the Tower Office Wing. All sit at their respective appropriate seats.

Raemira walks into the room, her emerald eyes swirling as if angered by something before the meeting. She takes her seat and deliberately sits, waiting for it to start. A stoic expression remains over her features, masking all but her untoward anger.

Micana steps into the hall behind Raemira and stands in her usual place adjacent to her. She raises her staff in a smooth manner and brings the heel down on the floor sending an echoing 'tap tap tap' through the room. She falls silent and steps back, the symbolic formal gesture sufficient to signal the onset of the meeting.

Morillin, having risen upon Raemira's entrance, now retakes her seat.

Ashlynn sits quietly in the section designated for the Greens. She keeps to herself, more or less. The book she got from the library just days before seems to be with her at all times now, almost as if she were a brown rather than a green.

Nata rises in unison with the others and after a curtsey, sits back down, folding her hands in her lap while she watches qauietly.

Coliena sits in the Brown section, writing something slowly onto a book, as if making notes. She seems to miss the Amyrlin's entrance at first, but glances up a few moments later. She looks back down and returns to her writting. For now.

Raemira's eyes move about the room in a careful manner, taking stock of those present. She pressed her lips together, "The meeting of the Hall shall come to Order." Her voice holds a formal note to it, rather than before when she tried to be more casual during meetings. "Ironically, the first order of business on my agenda is Master Karaul." A darkened expression flickers over her eyes, almost suggesting that something about this man, or dealings about him of late have angered her.

Coliena blinks and looks up from her book instantly.

Morillin folds her arms, lips quirking into a faint smile as she watches the Amyrlin steadily.

Liala takes her seat after a quick curtsey betraying a creaking knee, a sound which she ignores as if it never happened.

Chiara too rises, curtseys and sits back again. Unlike most of her Brown sisters she's fully paying attention to what's going on and once she's sitting down again she jerks her head up, blinking and then focuses her attention upon the Amyrlin.

The woman sitting within the Amyrlin's Seat waits for several moments for people to get settled before continuing. "I had hoped this section of the meeting would be a more pleasant affair, considering what I have on the rest of my agenda. However, information has come to me which.... I find less than desireable.." Her eyes ran across every sister within the room, though they pointedly land on Chiara for a moment or two longer before moving about over the rest of the others there. "I will begin by stating that Master Karaul is no longer to be escorted about the Tower. In fact, he has been emancipated from the care of Aes Sedai. The only danger he presents is that to himself. Since he seems intent on blaming the Tower for everything that has happened to him since he's come here, the Tower will no longer aid him or coddle him to make certain he stays alive." Her emerald eyes turn steely, as does her voice, "Understood?" She meets the eyes of each Sedai that dares to meet her own.

Morillin lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug. Karaul's life obviously means very little to her, one way or another.

Coliena closes her eyes briefly and tilts her head down for a moment before look up again at the Amyrlin, brown eyes opening again. She doesn't exactly like the proclomation, but she says nothing against it either.

Micana remains formally still, not showing sign of emotion at this.

Chiara's allready white complexion becomes even paler at the stare of the Amyrlin but she doens't yet turn her gaze away but after the statement's set up she just nods and sits down.

Nata nods once without othewise reacting.

Chiara allready sat down but now even more.

Trelaine straightens slightly in her seat, managing to look Raemira back in the eyes, a flicker of ... something seems to spart, but she is certainly not going to speak up.

Amarys merely nods to the words, taking care to smooth a fold from her skirts in the process. Placidly, she scans the faces about the room in an obscure little study of the environs before determining her place in it.

"Secondly..." Once again, Raemira's eyes move pointedly to Chiara, however there is no doubt that the Amyrlin, this time, will reveal exactly what she's thinking, "Anyone entertaining any such ideas to preserve a male channeler from the sentence of gentling, even for thoughts of study, is, and -always- has been a Traitor to the Tower. Consider well your words and actions before working upon such deeds. The thought that men and women should -link- together to try and cure the taint from Saidin is preposterous!" Her voice tightens as she makes her proclaimation. "Even if Aes Sedai from the Age of Legends -could- do it, that knowledge is -lost- to us; an impossibility. I will -not- have men who can channel running about freely, rotting and going mad and rebreaking this world." Her last words echo throughout the chamber.

Morillin nods in satisfaction, her smile widening. Her gaze moves to the Blue benches, then to the Brown.

Coliena raises an eyebrow and looks towards Chiara. She clicks her tongue and shakes her head.

Trelaine frowns slightly in thought, then absently smoothes her skirts.

Chiara holds her eyes downcast and just nods.

Despite her normal quiet aplomb, Amarys can hardly refrain from the widening of eyes that signify her surprise. A quick flick of a glance towards Chiara, then her attention is back for the Amyrlin's next words. Responding to a fellow Grey's attempted whisper, she merely shakes her head. Later.

Micana again remains silent, her eyes moving from person to person in contemplation.

Raemira appears to wait until everyone reacts, watching with careful, angered eyes. No doubt, the information that people -were- entertaining such ideas is exactly what has her in such a tiff. "Furthermore..." Raemira continues, "Treating them as if they were nothing more but a slab of meat to be poked and prodded after being gentled is -also- very much out of line. I will not hesitate to send anyone to the farm for any vindictive actions toward a gentled channeler. We know that their time is short as it is, no need to make what time they have left worse." There is no doubt exactly -which- group, or even person, Raemira's words are toward this time, as her eyes move toward the self satisfied Reds. "Someday, if they do live, they just -might- provide to be useful resources."

Coliena smiles faintly and glances towards the Reds. Expecially Morillin.

Trelaine lets the slightest hint of a smile dance across her features before sqaushing it to the bottem of her consciousness. hands are gracefully clasped in her lap.

Nata remains quietly poised, keeping her attention focused on Raemria.

Ashlynn shows no reaction to the words being spoken, however her eyes move to one chance person than another, pointedly not looking toward anyone, yet paying attention none the less.

Morillin lifts an eyebrow at Raemira, as if wondering what the woman is talking about.

Despite Morillin's raised brow, there is no mistaking a pointed look in exactly -her- direction this time, as the Amyrlin presses her lips together in a grim, steely look. Oh, she knows... does she know. "With that being said, I open the next topic up for discussion." She pointedly did not let the last topic become discussion oriented. "I wish to speak of the events surrounding Yuluriss' untimely death, and wish to gather, collectively, here, any information anyone can present upon the matter."

Chiara's features remain frozen but she does dare to glimps at the Red's crowds which earlier seemed to stare her down, that;s how it felt to her. Yet not even a smile creeps on her face and she goes back to pondering.

Ashlynn lifted a brow at Raemira's next set of words, eyes moving carefully over the others within the room. Her one eyes and features appear to be a great facsimile of the perfect Aes Sedai, emotionless mask.

Coliena glances back at the Amyrlin and leans back in her chair, planing to listen to this part since she really does not have anything to add herself.

Morillin brushes a bit of lint from her skirts as she waits for someone to speak.

Nata shakes her head, hands rising and turning palm upward as if to indicate she has no more information than that she already contributed.

Trelaine slowly moves her eyes around the Hall, wondering who will be the first to speak. Mighty quiet out there. Slowly, then, Trelaine rises, graceful as the dawn itself, (for the first time in her life,) "Mother, if I may address the Hall," she offeres quietly.

Amarys's plain expression bodes keen interest in the subject for all her lack of movement. Perhaps it is her stillness that belies this intent. For now, she keeps her silence, yielding the floor to those who would provide clues.

Chiara shakes her head, she was still accepted back then and more interested in books thanin some strange dead.

Morillin glances at Trelaine, expressionless.

Ashlynn lifted a brow as Trelaine moved forward, pressing her lips together. It is obvious this particular Green was unaware that a fellow sister might have information regarding the Red's death.

Chiara's eyes widen slightly but she does sit up striahgter, hands rolling over the black linine which consist of her dress and her lips are drawn into some kind of a smile.

With a nod of the head, Raemira grants Trelaine permission to address the hall. She reinforces that nod with the words, "You may." Which resound across the room.

Trelaine clears her throat then gives a slight curtsey towards Raemira. "Thank you, Mother." After a brief pause, Trelaine then looks over the Hall, before continuing. "It has been noted, that several Red Sisters had been seen congregating upon the kithcen gardens before Yuluriss' death. Now, if there was a meeting of these Sisters, it is unknown to me. Another fact is, no bruises were on Yuluriss' body, where there should have been marks showing how she was .... dismembered. This in itself is disturbing. Any Shadowspawn that we know of would have left marks, let alone there are few strong enough to do this."

A stir runs through the assembled Red sisters, full of soft words and the rustle of silk. Every last one of them is staring at Trelaine, ageless features touched by disapproval or outright contempt.

Coliena just listens carefully, saying nothing and making no real reaction.

Having already heard this, Raemira listens quietly, observing the reactions from the other groups in a careful manner. Still, her own own expression is carefully concealed behind a stoic mask. She nods to Trelaine, as if to signal she may continue if antyhing new was found.

Trelaine smiles ever so politely at the Red Section, then continues. "Which leads to two disturbing possibilities: The One Power, now, before you are up in arms, there are still the matter of the Forsaken, if they have somehow freed themselves, and a new type of Shadowspawn."

Chiara jerks her head up and a soft black curtain of ringlets flies up and around while she fixes her eyes upon Trelaine's form and then slowly makes a way to the Red, and back again. Yet she nods, knowing all too well thisis true about old shadowswawn and marks and a deep frown settles in her face.

This time, Raemira interjects, "Or.... another like Aliathe running about the Tower." She had not dismissed this possibility either.

Coliena mouth opens slightly and she licks her lips. She smooths her skirts a few times. None of the three she likes.

Exclamations and swiftly-indrawn breaths race around the Hall. Benches creak as women fidget, shifting on their seats, brushing skirts vigorously. No one would like hearing such a thing, not even the oldest sisters here.

Morillin plays with the fringe of her shawl, coolly poised as usual. If mention of Aliathe, nevermind the Forsaken, disturbs her, she certainly doesn't show it.

Chiara suddenly looks confused and bends her head towards Coliena, She mutters to Coliena, "Who..." she wishes to know from her fellow Brown.

You sense Chiara suddenly looks confused and bends her head towards Coliena, "Who or what is Aliathe?" she wishes to know from her fellow Brown.

A quick shudder runs the length of Amarys' spine - the involuntary reaction hidden behind a sudden decision to shift position. "New Shadowspawn?" she instinctively throws out the objection. "What further proof have you of that postulation?" Of Forsaken, she dares not give herself leave to speak.

Trelaine arches an eyebrow slightly, more at Raemira's words, than the actions of the Hall. She's been debating this subject withherself for some time now, she's learned a little self control at the thought.

Nata's hands move to rest on the upper opposite arm, crossing as the considerations take such a twist in direction.

Chiara senses "Coliena leans over, "I think she was that once Accepted that was expelled from the Tower and returned. She attacked people with the Power and was stilled and exicuted. Or at least that is what I think. I was in Cairhien when the whole thing happened.""

Trelaine turns to look at Amarys, "There was no evidence of a major struggle, thus pointing to surprise on Yuluriss' behalf. However, no Gaidin sensed the presence of the Dark One's taint, which leads more credence to ... other forms of death. However, it was done by someone who wished the favor of the Dark One. I have it on good athority, that the manner of Yuluriss' death is very much like the sacrifices made in the Blight hoping for the Dark One's favor. Not a pleasent thought."

Chiara furrows her brows, nodding to Coliena's words and thenpaying full attention towards Trelaine. She bites her lips, and seems to become angry at what is said here or more, the thoughts which onecould take.

Raemira turns her eyes to Nata, watching her quietly. She is the resident Yellow and does know some information about the actual accountings of the body. She then turned her eyes back to Trelaine, listening quietly for a few moments more. "That is certainly an interesting... topic... Trelaine. Could you, perhaps, reveal the authority upon which that statement was founded?"

Trelaine turns to Raemira, "Aside from childhood stories to frighten me by my brothers, Raf'ayar mentioned this."

"Gray Men." Amarys states, almost under her breath. "They are capable of escaping notice. Perhaps the deed was done by one of them." A bit stronger before subsiding to Raemira's questioning.

Morillin lifts her voice to ask, "Do you always trust the words of strangers, sister?"

"Nata, perhaps you have a bit of information that might shed some light upon this situation?" Raemira suggested, pressing her lips together.

Trelaine arches an eyebrow at Morillin, smiles, then returns to her seat for the time being.

Morillin smiles to herself, taking Trelaine's silence as an answer in itself.

Chiara listens to the Gray and smiles, liking such a thing indeed.

Chiara unforntually for her, is one to believe fact and always keep an open eye for other things so it's no surrpise that she watches Nata's arrival.

Nata waits till Trelaine is nearing the finish of her facts and approaching the speculation stage, then looks up, trying to catch Raemria's eyes.

Raemira nods to Nata, as if to signify she has permission to speak what she was told.

Nata stands and turns where she can speaks with the others. "There were markings along the joints which were faint scratches indicating the likelyhood of a sharm instrument disecting the limts at the joints rather than hacked as if with an ax. There was to little bruising to indicate the limbs had been pulled apart by force alone. Her larnyx had been crushed so she could not make a sound. A dragon's fang was on her forehead, her belly slit, bowels pulled out.

Raemira kept her face expressionless, though there are still dark hints at anger within her eyes at such a brutal undertaking. Her eyes move about the room once more as she listens, as if to watch the others more carefully than before as the body was being described.

Coliena swallows and can't help but look as if she might get sick.

Trelaine starts to frown, then continues to darken her frown as the details continue. Not a pleasent subject indeed.

Morillin, again, appears unaffected by the description.

Chiara's lips are drawn tightly shut into a snare and she closes her eyes as if to escape the thoughts which look at her.

Amarys contorts her features as an appropriate enough reaction to the description, smoothed away a moment later into placid attentiveness again. "So, a smaller weapon signifying the capacity for precision and yet enough strength to crush her voice from her...Have we considered why Yuluriss Sedai was chosen for such a gruesome end, if choice it was indeed?"

Nata appears to be within the middle of the room, giving a rather vivid explaination of just what happened to Yuluriss' body. Raemria sits watching quietly, however her attention appears to move on the new arrival, briefly, before going back to the Yellow Sister. "Do you have anything else to add Nata?"

Nata says "arms were placed where legs belonged and the reverse. Head was removed and placed atop the enterals. Not a pleasant death to say the least, and not enough to indicate the order in which things happened other than the larnyx seemed to be the older of the injuries. It took time for this to be done so precisely." Once done, Nata waits a moment, still standing to see if any further questions are directed regarding the Yellow Ajah examination. She appends. "We found no clues on her to indicate who or what might have done this."

The door opens to admit the newest member of the Blue Ajah, Jaice. The slender Atha'an Miere's figure is clothed in blue, save for the soft white fabric of her shawl. One brow arches as she catches the tune of the conversation, and her glance goes briefly between Raemira and the section where the Reds are sitting before she finds a seat herself.

Liala 's color becomes a shade paler. Even the older Aes Sedai is affected by this though she does not change expression.

Morillin arches her eyebrows. "No clues as to what did it. Interesting." She turns her cool gaze on Trelaine as she speaks, Jaice's arrival going virtually unnoticed.

Nata states flatly "No swatches of material, no hair in the fists, nothing like that to assist in identifying the culprit...nothing in mouth."

Chiara hesitates to ask such but asks, "How much time would it have been taken?" in her soft voice, to no one in particulair but watching the others around with a worried frown and presses her hands deep in the sides of her body.

Raemira waits quietly, as if listening intently for the answer to Chiara's question.

Nata considers that question. "To our best estimate, done by a group, could have been as quick as 10 to 15 minutes if they worked at different tasks at the same time. A person alone might do it in 30 minutes if they moved very very quickly. It takes time to sever limbs and head and rearrange....likely a little longer than that.

The silence in the room is punctated by a single question. "But what if it had been done by the Power?" Heads turn toward Jaice, who looks at Nata expectantly.

Trelaine turns to Jaice, an eyebrow arched, in relief. Finally! Someone who might support her own theories.

Chiara nods slowly and frowns even more for quite some time, "But even while she could not use her limbs or tongue, wouldn't people notice her?" she stops and suddenly watches Jaice, with open mouth, "Wouldn't that be felt?" she mouths.

"Not if it were Saidin, rather than Saidar," Amarys rather reluctantly points out.

Raemira turns her eyes to Chiara, "Even if felt, who would go running to see who exactly would be using the Power in the Tower where it is expected to be used each day, and often times required for classes?"

Coliena shrugs and says softly, "Maybe they killed her before... doing all that to her body. And there's so much channeling in the Tower from lessons that it likely would not be noticed." She trails off, having been talking to herself. At least she looks like she wasn't going to get sick anymore.

Morillin's lips twist in distaste at the Blue's question. Shifting in her seat, she takes the opportunity to adjust her shawl with brisk motions. "From all accounts, she died in the early hours of the morning, sister," she observes. "Who would be nearby to feel anything?" Amarys' suggestion earns a firm nod, indicating some agreement with that.

Micana listens quietly to the discussion, her fingers tightening on her staff. "Of course, they wouldn't be surprised to feel such large amounts of Powers comnig coming from a fully trained and experienced Sister's quarters."

Chiara's quick to admit and then watches Amarys and Morillin, nodding. "Mayhaps that is true... but it would be a great risk." Than again, as she clearly shows onher face, any other possible explanatins would be risky too for those who did this gruesome deed.

"However," Jaice continues, "Such destruction would require an immense amount of strength in the Power. Certainly more than is typical of Aes Sedai today."

Nata says "One power is possible, however, not as likely with the way the tissues parted in the inscision and the way it seemed a sharp instrument left markings deep on the bones around the joint as the muscles and ligaments were severed. Cuts were to jagged and rough, the tissues should have been smoother separated with one power. I would reasonably state that a knife caused the limbs and belly and beheading. The throat wound..the crush mark over the larnyx with a round something might have been by one power or by a blunt round end object."

Amarys says "Mayhaps a combination of both Power and conventional weaponry. As Nata Sedai just suggested," nodding towards the Yellow. Then after a pause, perhaps of hesitation, "And you mean to say that /no one/ saw anything untoward around the incident? The Tower is hardly empty. Surely there must be something we have yet to unearth."

The Amyrlin appears to consider the question, "A novice found the body when she was taking out the trash. If there was anything untoward, it pretty much went unnoticed."

Nata says "If one power were used, I would speculate that it may have held her still for this to be done, or shielded her so she could not defend herself, or to keep the sounds from escaping from the ...proceedure being done. She was silenced from the larnyx crushing."

Mylia slips inside, dropping a curtsey to each Sedai in turn, excluding noone, saving a deep curtsey to Keeper and Amyrlin Seat in turn, her usual flightiness barely kept in check as she breezes in, finding a seat.

Amarys shakes her head in barely contained disbelief. "There must have been something..." Letting that trail away, she glances towards Nata "Additional restraint for her body as well. Even voiceless, she would have struggled somehow."

Raemira quirks a brow slightly as she continues to listen. pressing her lips together. "It only takes a shield of air to keep someone from moving."

Amarys nods "Thus implying that the One Power was definitely used?"

Trelaine purses her lips, shaking her head.

Morillin says "How can we say anything for certain? Nata herself will not state the Power was used, only that it /might/ have been."

"Might have been. With no bruises upon her arms or other parts of her body, it was most likely what happened. Thus, I would not rule it out. And with her throat crushed, I do not think she was taken by immediate surprise."

Raemira turns her eyes to Morillin, studying her more thoughtfully now for a moment, then turned her eyes back to Nata, as if giving her a questioning look as well.

Nata glances toward Raemira to see if her report has been satisfactorily rendered and then to the others to see if any further questions. "I stated that it might have held her still, yet several sets of hands used on broad surfaces could have equally done this. The stunning pain and struggle to breath would have done much to impede any lengthy struggle. The actual severings and belly wound did not seem to be made by one power, the throat may or may not have been..No way to prove."

Jaice remains quietly watchful throughout this exchange, which is somewhat odd for the Blue Sister... considering recent rumours that she has been doing her own share of investigation on this issue. She shakes her head, a short sniff escaping her. "Let us not try sailing the ship before he is rigged, hm? One cannot say 'definitely' with the information here." Jaice's blue gaze shifts to the Amyrlin, catching her eye.

Amarys says "Can we assume that whatever restraints, on body and voice, must have been done quickly, to prevent any sort of warning to her surroundings? And yet there were no sign of blows that would indicate incapacitation by blunt object beforehand. Also, her throat was crushed which signifies the need to silence her, so she must have been aware at some point. What else can accomplish all this?"

Morillin wears the same expression of distaste that many Aes Sedai now possess, given the nature of the topic under discussion. "Jaice is correct. We do not yet know enough to state a conclusion with any certainty."

Nata looks at Amarys as if she is being challenged by this. "shock, pain, betrayal. Think you the effect of a curshed larnyx. That is your throat crushed, you can not breath. That alone and step back while one uses up the air in the lungs and becomes weak, almost unconscious...."

Raemira quirked a brow at Jaice, nodding to her, as if signaling something.

Ashlynn continues to listen quietly, her own expression becoming more and more grim by the moment.

Nata discretely steps toward her seat, taking Raemria's gesture toward Jaice as a dismissal.

Jaice stands gracefully, as fluid now as the day she stepped off the Seafolk Raker so many years ago. Light, soundless steps take her to the center of the room, and the Blue sister inclines her head respectfully toward the Amyrlin and the Sitters gathered near her. "Although this is an unusual request, I would like to speak with the Amyrlin privately for a moment before revealing the results of my own investigations."

Trelaine watches Jaice curiously, openly curiously. Interesting.

Raemira quirks a brow at Jaice, then motions her forward, "Your request is granted Daughter." She carefully eyes those closest to her, and they rise and move out of the earshot.

It seems out of earshot is not enough. Jaice grasps the source easily, weaving a quick ward against eavesdropping as she and the Amyrlin talk quietly. The Blue sister seems as impassive and expressionless as ever, yet there is some strain around her eyes, and a subtle sense of urgency to her stance.

Morillin's eyes narrow, just slightly, as Jaice embraces saidar. Absently, her fingers brush the pouch which hangs from her belted waist.

A deep frown moves on Raemira's features. She nods to Jaice's words, then motions for the other sisters to move back in around her. She leans in close and speaks within the others, in a low voice that hardly carries an inch.

After a few moments, all the sisters that Raemira speaks to, six in all, nod and start to embrace the source while Raemira quickly initiates a link, taking in all those who offer themselves to it. Meanwhile, her eyes move directly on Morillin and Elsarin Sedai, dark and narrowed, almost murderous in nature.

Coliena hmms softly, as if considering the look and the Sedai talking alone with each other.

Micana nods slowly. and embraces the source, moving to where she is fueling Raemira, feeding her through a link.

Trelaine arches an eyebrow, and stands, unconscious of doing so.

Almost at once, when the others are settled into the link, flows of pure spirit start to weave together to form a shield, split weaves. One for Elsarin and one for Morillin, no doubt. An attempt is made to quickly place them over the woman, though whether or not they are successful remains to be seen.

Coliena frowns now, closing her book at her lap slowly and embracing watching the link. She actually jumps slightly as the shields are woven... Whatever is happening will make a great book, her mind is telling her.

Morillin abruptly tenses as Raemira's gaze falls upon her. Before she can do more than try to rise, however, the shield slams between her and the Source. Eyes widening, the Red sister jerks to her feet. Across the Hall, Elsarin of the Green does the same, hands clutching her own throat as if to stifle a scream.

Ashlynn appears to blink, as if startled. Her eyes go to the woman holding the source, a curious expression on her features. Almost instinctively, she holds the source herself, as if to see what is happening.

Jaice doesn't join the link, and instead moves past the circle of senior Aes Sedai to the center of the room. Her fingers linger on the pouch at her belt, the one she always carries one ter'angreal or another in, these days. Not an uncommon movement for the young Aes Sedai, in the least. "Now that it is safe to address the Hall... I will review with you all what my investigation has come up with." Her expression remains calm, despite the murmurings and gasps of the Aes Sedai in the room. "It seems Yuluriss herself was involved in her own investigation, and it is this, I believe, that got her killed."

Nata embraces the source, her eyes moving from one to the other in a darting glance as she seeks to observe the flows being woven.

"I trust you two will sit." Raemira's voice is cold, like steely ice. Her words are a command, "And listen to what has to be said." She then turns her eyes to Jaice and nods to her, "Continue." She glares at the two woman, eyes still quite dark in nature, the emeralds burning with fire.

Analee embraces silently, for observation purposes. She does not move a muscle, still as a statue.

Morillin slowly sinks back onto her bench as her Red sisters edge away from her. Elsarin does the same, though her mouth works silently and her eyes fill with tears. Both watch Jaice with frightening intensity, hands gripping skirts.

Raemira continues to keep her hold on the link, not at all uneasy with it as some might be. Her eyes never leave Morillin; having never liked the girl to begin with, now she knew why. She simply listened to Jaice, letting the others watch Elsarin.

"I searched Yuluriss's room after her murder," Jaice continues steadily, her tattooed hands resting on the pouch at her belt. "In it were a few items of note; a history on the life and studies of Lofarenia Sedai, of the Brown Ajah, and a book on the history of various Angreal. After interviewing Lofarenia, I discovered that a gift had been made to Morillin Sedai, one delivered by a certain Axe-master that had recently arrived in town, one presumably sent by her father... which is impossible, for he is dead. However. The gift in question was a very powerful angreal, one undiscovered by the Tower. And one that remained unreported." Jaice's gaze goes to Morillin, for a moment.

If at all possible, Raemira's own gaze hardens a notch or two more. Her lips press tightly together, yet she still holds a reign on her emotions. She clenches her hands upon the table, listening, ever listening.

Micana's hair fair bristles and crackles around her as she steps where she can vies closely. The staff makes the barest tap on the floor as if to punctuate the statements being made. Her eyes shine like cold green ice.

"Yuluriss knew of this 'gift', and resolved to find out more about it. She evidently learned too much. After talking with several Warders, I discovered that the recent emergence of Shadowspawn in the Tower was concentrated around Morillin Sedai's room; several tried to enter, but she dissuaded them on the premise that she was not dressed. When the sense dispersed, many of them assumed they'd been mistaken. I believe they were not." Jaice pauses, and continues with perhaps a more grim tone. "Then there is the recent episode of the 'servants' gone bad. You all know of the recent events surrounding both of these Sisters' servants." The slender Atha'an Miere gestures to the now-shielded Morillin and Elsarin. "I was able to interview the one caught, now in the dungeons. He claimed to be part of a group of servants that were all darkfriends and conspired to do in their Aes Sedai mistresses."

Trelaine crosses her arms slowly over her chest, sneering outright at Elsarin.

Morillin doesn't shrink beneath all those gazes, as another woman might. Instead, she sits with straight back, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her dark features might as well be carved from stone. Quiet sobs drift from Elsarin, whose slumping shoulders and tear-streaked face seem to show she has given up.

Jaice shakes her head, hundreds of dark braids shifting down her back. "This 'group' was called the Hidden Hand. Supposedly." Evidently Jaice doesn't quite buy this story. "Based on what he told me... and the way his story changed so radically between tellings, I believe the 'Hidden Hand' does not actually exist. These servants were killed by their mistresses, and although the man in the basement is, I'm sure, a darkfriend, he had not the resources, to carry out what he is purported to. He was there to take the blame," Jaice finishes, nodding toward Morillin and Elsarin, "... for them."

Raemira thumbs through the contents of Black Leather-Bound Book, and seems a bit baffled.

Coliena takes a deep breath and looks at Morillin slowly. Her calm is certainly on the brink of falling apart, and she releases the source she was holding to observe. She also spares a glance over at the Green in question, having never met her personally, before turning her eyes back on Morillin, who she does know

Morillin makes no attempt to deny these charges. Lifting her chin, she instead gives Jaice a tight, defiant smile.

Trelaine finally sits down, a disgusted frown on her face. "Yes, that must be why Morillin was so harsh on Thais when discovering the girl's speculations on her own Foretelling. Not to mention her vendictive delight in suffring."

A frown immediately came to Raemira's lips, "The Hidden Hand....?" She inquired, pulling a small leather book from her dress pocket and opening it up. "I seem to recall a foretelling one of our students had: The Servant Sword of Arafel comes. Death follows on the heels of his arrival. The -hidden hand- among the servants will strike among the servants."

Jaice falls silent, returning Morillin's look with an expressionless one of her own. Ironic that the Red sister was actually one of her major supporters to raise, when most other Sisters were against it. Ironic indeed.

Micana watches quietly, her expression set.

Analee's eyes remain on Morillin, her expression unreadable.

Jaice nods slowly. "Aes Sedai -are- servants, are they not?"

Liala mutters lightly. Only a few words can be detected, something about .. an affront on .. and crass misuse... and where is the angreal."

Morillin's gaze moves to Raemira, assuming a tinge of contempt.

"Indeed they are, however it is quite ironic that the name of the so called group matches a few of the words within the foretelling." Raemira puts the book away, never letting it far from herself, "In fact, though, it all seems to fit. Why she was so quick to want to expell Thais for even thinking that some Aes Sedai might have followed the Dark path." She never says Black Ajah, rather alluding to it. "How convienient for her."

Jaice directs a slightly amused glance at Liala, perhaps surprised she should even wonder such a thing. "The angreal? If you had such a thing -- and one that multiplies your strength threefold, I might add -- would you let it stray far? She has it, of course. Likely in the bag at her waist." Jaice shoots a cautious look at the six sisters surrounding Morillin, as though measuring them up. Light, but some of the older Sisters were right! Jaice likely is too big for her britches. Of course, it sort of helped here.

Morillin's eyes flick back to Jaice, and her hand slowly settles on the pouch at her waist. Elsarin, meanwhile, lifts her head, her sobs abruptly stifled. Indeed, the Green sister seems almost to be holding her breath.

Trelaine flicks her gaze to Elsarin and stands, trying to make her way through to the woman.

A frown happens to deepen Raemira's features, "Jessalyn, please get the Angreal from Morillin and bring it to me." The words hard a sharp bite to it, as if she expects to be obeyed to the letter of the law.

An older sister near Morillin stands abruptly, shifting to reach for the pouch at the Red sister's -- or is that Black? -- waist. "What're we waiting for then? No sense letting her cart something like that around!"

Coliena looks at Morillin, eyes looking a little sharper than usual, which for Coliena is still rather soft. She mutters to herself, "... have... I always... cruel,... a Red." She's speaking to herself rather softly.

Ashlynn's own fists seem to clench together, most particularly as she eyes Elsarin, "Oh do please shut your snivveling you little cow. You deserve everything you are getting. Some fighter against the Dark you are, hardly doing any justice to that shawl you are wearing." While the woman holds her breath, Ashlynn almost viciously reaches out to tear the Green shawl from Elsarin's shoulders, her own blue eyes a hazy mass as they storm about.

Liala does not deign to sneer. Her expression does not crack as the whipper-snapper of a youngster really can't teach the old dog to much about sucking eggs. "And you are sure it is an angreal, of course." Comes the bland tones, a hint of suspicion in her wording. "And that there is not something else involved? Seems odd with the room incident. And while prehaps near, I personally might not keep it on my person, so a reasonable question."

Morillin jerks to her feet as Jessalyn reaches for her, clutching the pouch protectively. At the same moment, from those benches reserved for Yellow sisters, a thick flow of Air streaks towards Raemira's midriff with whip-quick speed and accuracy.

Analee, who has been holding the Source, lashes out with a Spirit knife to cut the flow of Airheaded towards Raemira.

Elsarin gasps in shock as her shawl is ripped from her, lurching to her feet just as the unknown assailant strikes at the Amyrlin.

Caught offguard, Raemira is whipped back against the wall with the flow of air, knocking her out of breath. In sync with that, the Amyrlin's hold on the source also wavers and winks out, rendering the link torn, which makes for a messy dissipation; slamming the source back to the others with a hard rendering.

Micana staggers as the rebound of the source jarrs her, eyes dilating and color turning pale.

Coliena blinks, embracing the source quickly at the new development and looking towards Morillin and the Green. Being no where near strong enough in the Power she can't really do anything except weave a flow of air and try to grab onto Morillin, but so far away it's unlikely she can do anything useful, or get a hold of much.

Well, let's hope Liala was right; for as the link is severed, Morillin and Elsarin suddenly are free as birds. And if Jaice was right... one of them has enough power at her fingertips to level the room with nary a thought. Suddenly it seems that very idea occurs to the rest of the Sitters; for as the Amyrlin slams into the wall, havoc ensues. Gasps, cries and scattered yells punctuate the air, as it seems every Sister gets to her feet at once.

Trelaine gasps, and quickly embraces the source herself, turning to look at Ashlynn. Pushing aside other Sisters, Trelaine brings a fist upwards and launches a punch at Elsarin. No need having two freed Black Ajah to deal with. With her own hold on Saidar, Ashlynn quickly creates a spirit shield of her own. Rather than going for Morillin, she quickly attempts to place it on the person nearest her, Elsarin the Green. With Trelaine to deal with, grasping the source should be much harder for her to do.

Nata turns, caught off guard by the sister in her section lashing out like that and, still holding the source, seeks who assaulted the Seat, a quick backhanded smash is aimed in the direction of the air flow before she even identifies who did it. Not two...three it would seem.

Analee, annoyed at missing, looks to the others near her. "We need another link and fast," she says, praying someone would hear and join her.

The glow of saidar springs to life around Morillin, the cruel triumph which etches its way onto her features seeming to mock the soft light which outlines her tall form. A moment later, she reaches through the angreal which rests in her beltpouch, and the glow around her explodes into a brilliance to rival the sun itself. Red sisters scatter from around her with screams and yells as the Ebou Dari woman lifts a single hand and hurls a sizzling ball of fire at the floor of the Hall. With a roar, the flames smash into the tiles below, sending debris into the air.

Jaice spins on a heel as Raemira is dispatched, her gaze suddenly darting for Morillin, a tattooed hand diving into the pouch at her waist. That blasted Red has to be somewhere among these scattered women, but where? Oh. As Morillin grasps the source she dives to one side, barely evading the fireball that demolishes the floor behind her.

The door to the Hall of servants explodes inward as Ashlynns large Warder, Yurinar, and Trelaine's Warder, Arwen, lead a flight of Gaidin into the Tower. The older Warder has his massive Axe readied, his eyes survying the scene before him...searching.

Elsarin embraces the Source the moment she is freed, weaving a hard flow of Air at Trelaine with less-than-perfect control. Ashlynn's attempt at shielding her knocks the Black sister to her knees, though she still manages to cling to the Source.

Gregory bursts in shortly after the rush of other gaidin, sword drawn, cold features classic of the Void.

Ashlynn's concentration appears to be upon Trelaine and a woman Trelaine seems to have tackled. She only redoubles her efforts at attempting to shield Elsarin, pulling on more of the source to accomplish her task. Her concentration is only on this woman, no others for now, in an attempt to render her useless powerwise.

Ok-- that's one way to make an entrance; hovering around the door waiting has advantages. Into the Hall, perforce, they come; axe on one said, and slender blade upon the other, and Gregory behind, into the hall they come, protocoal be damned. And Arwen makes his way towards the group that has Trel somewhere in between, ignoring the passing fireball as he heads towards his bond. Even as the huge fireball tears apart the floor of the Hall, Morillin is racing for the doors, skirts hiked past her knees. Pieces of tile are deflected from her path as she sprints towards the convoy of Gaidin.

Raemira is laying limp against the wall, as if having had her breath knocked out of her. Unfortuantely, she also appears to be rather incapacitated, a function of the link having been rendered torn apart.

Trelaine weaves Spirit quickly, forming a shielf, deflecting Elsarin's blow of Air. A foot is brought up this time, a kick, towards Elsarin, sending her own shield to block Elsarin from the source once the air weave is knocked away.

Shamus pounds in on the heels of the other warders and like them, seeks his ward.

The fireball ignites her skirt and some of the tiled debris peppers her in stinging shrapnel.

Gregory turns to look up at Ashlynn. What chaos is this?

With a strangled cry, Elsarin is overwhelmed. She slumps to the ground, shuddering uncontrollably.

Coliena weaves a poor shield of air to defend herself from the debrie, many of the Browns having cuddled their books in an attempt to protect the ones they brought with them. She seems at a loss of what to do, looking near. And having all her power focased on keeping from getting hit by the debrie she can do nothing else except stand there.

Trelaine turns to Arwen, once the deed with Elsarin is done, shreiking, "Stop Morillin!"

Ashlynn glancse to Trelaine, "Got her?" She calls out, seeing that at least one shield is already on place.

Ah, there -- Jaice wraps her fingers about the small object pulled from her pouch, the source bursting into an unusually brilliant halo about her as she makes her speedy way after Morillin. It seems she's only concerned with one Black sister now. A quick shield of air pops about her as she follows, bits of masonry bouncing harmlessly off it.

Trelaine waves Ashlynn off, pointing to towards the doors, ignoring the slight cut she recieved from debris.

Nata's blow does, indeed, reach its target....Yselde, one of the oldest sisters in the Tower, falls backwards with a startled yell, hands flying to her face.

The emotionless blue eyes of Ashlynn's largest Warder, sieze his Ward and note her struggle. The towering figure begins to wade through the Aes Sedai in an attempt to reach the dark featured Green Sister, mindless of the Sisters his bulk forces out of the way. The familiar rumbling voice query's his Ward, "Ashlynn?"

Analee opts to put out fire with water, pulling water out of the Air to spray on those whose clothes have been lit afire, her own included.

Reassured that Trelaine has Elsarin's shield rather firmly in place, Ashlynn takes off after Morillin, despite hte fact that she's perhaps much weaker in the source now, "Stop her!" She called out, pointing at the fleeing Morillin, a deathly conviction within her eyes and her voice almost a snarl.

Gregory nods simply, then turns, trying to catch Morillin before she gets away.

Perforce obeying, Arwen's steps are paused by Trelaine's words. Anger sensed, anger identified, and his path diverts from its intended path towards the fleeing sister, calling out for any Gaidin near him to follow him, voice ringing within the chamber's voluminous recesses.

Nata fairly strong in air and spirit, Nata shields herself from debris and attempts to gather the yellows near her into a link, attempting to shield the stunned yellow she struck.

Analee moves to where the Borwns huddle, tripping over a variety of debris and people as she does, seeing them as a wealth of opportunity. "Link with me," she orders, looking to Coliena first.

Ashlynn attempts to make a thin weave of air as she moves, placing it in front of Morillin's feet in hopes of making her trip. Unfortunately, her actions were too late, the weave getting into place after Morillin has already passed it.

With the debri shielded from her now, Coliena starts to push her way past the other Browns, white dress getting smeared badly, and letting her book and writing utencils drop. -A Brown that would sacrfice her book. Yee.- She makes it near Analee and blinks. She doesn't want to link. She wants to beat Morillin over the head with a fifty pound book. Multiple times.

Fire roars from around Morillin, so intense it makes the air shimmer crazily. Anyone caught in those eddies of flame simply will not survive. This one, more perhaps than any other, will have no qualms about dispatching the Gaidin which stand between her and the doors. At the same time, blinding bolts of energy strike at the walls and ceiling with sharp, concussive booms, bringing more stone down on those below.

Now trapped, by the Sisters around him, Yurinar whirls toward the direction Ashlynn indicates. Growling fiercely, despite the emotionless of the void, Yurinar storms back the way he came. He barks a warning towards Ashlynn's other Warder who seems not to need one, "Gregory! Morillin..stop 'er!"

Unprotected and unshielded, the debris starts to hit Raemira, adding to the injuries already sustained by hitting the wall in the first place. A small piece of her skirts catches fire and starts to slowly smoulder and burn.

Micana rolls to put the flames not damped by water out, Shamus casting his cloak over her to help smother flames. He glances once at Micana and heads with the others after the one who seems to have caused his ward injury, or attmepted to.

Recovering form the rebound she casts up a shield over herself and Raemira. "Shield her..link link " Micana instructs the others.

Gregory growls at Morillin, charging towards her, only to be pushed back by the flames as his skin start to burn, his clothing smoking. A second's hesitation, and Gregory readies a suicide mission, running straight towards Morillin, howling as he does.

Coliena blinks and finally gets some sense knocked into her. She wouldn't be able to stop Morillin by herself anyway. Foolish to try. She lets go of the source and then holds it on the brink for Analee to pick up if she still wants it.

Diving to the side as flames rush, ravage a path before Morillin, Arwen does the only thing he can, and tosses his blade: that, perforce, will not fry within the hot fires before her, the blade glinting. 'course, it's a sword, so luck is required for aught.

Analee looks frustrated. "Forget the books. She'll destroy them if we don't act together against her." The Browns, however, seem too frightened to help, and Ana looks about frantically, channeling out more fires.

Seeing what Gregory is about to do, rather than trying to use the power against Morillin, she, instead, rather, places a shield of Air and Water about Gregory, creating a cold effect, hopefully to counteract part of the flames about Morillin, rather than he get completely destroyed. She tied off the weave, so that it offers her Gaidin some protection. Ashlynn did that of course ;)

Liala embraces the source and setends her strength to those seeking to stop the Mistress of Novices.

Powerful, gale-force winds slam into those still close to the doors, the air itself screaming with the forces propelling it. More than one person is simply plucked from the floor and hurled away by the winds. Arwen's sword fares no better. Without pausing, Morillin darts from the Hall, fire billowing behind her to slow pursuit.

Jaice is quick to follow in Morillin's wake, easy enough given the path she's cleared for herself.

Like a Bear charging through a mass of stunned gazelle, Yurinar wades through the Aes Sedai..coming nearer to Morillin, yet not yet near to feel the heat of the flames. His determined striding is slowed by a large stone which falls from the ceiling to collide with the Warder, sending him to his knees with the impact.

"Blood and bloody ashes, someone go after her." Ashlynn screamed as she moved through the doors behind them all. She was not about to let this one, this nightmarish woman, get away.

Analee turns to Coli again, grabbing her and pulling her into a link. She picks up Liala as well, then looks for others prepared to make a link, and not too frightened already, finding a Yellow, then looking to Micana. "WE've got to hurry," she yells, heading for the door and dragging a couple of others with her.

Gregory growls, his pray escapiing. At least he can still move. Gregory does as his ward bids, and rushes out the doors.

Rubble rains down upon him as Arwen staggers to his feet, a few stones and other remains tumbling from him as he catches his breath; a single glance towards Trelaine reassures, and out he goes, bending to pick up fallen sword where it rests on the far end of the doors.

Coliena hurries out after Analee, having a hard time getting over the sisters and through the doors, but she manages. Somehow. Her dress catches on fire and she has to stop to put it out for a moment.

Ashlynn lets out a small grunt as Yurinar goes down. She pauses her own efforts to help, going to Yurinar for a moment instead. She touches his shoulder, glancing to the door, as if trying to make some sort of decision. Finally the need to get the Black Sister wins out. She moves hurriedly out of the room, casting Trelaine a look that says 'take care of him'.

Tower Office Wing: White Tower, Tar Valon
Occupants: Arwen, Analee, Mylia, Gregory, Jaice, Morillin

Coliena, Liala, and Yurinar pad into the Tower Office Wing from the Hall of the Sitters.

Analee looks to Ashlynn, to see if she can be added to the link she's already formed.

After a few prolonged moments, Ashlynn comes barreling out of the Hall after the others, a now furious light within her eyes. SHe laxes her hold on the source, bringing herself to brinking and offering it to whoever has the better link to offer.

Liala follows the others, keeping line of sight so she can maintain the link she offered to the others.

A small crowd has gathered just outside the Hall, mostly students and servants, curious as to all the noise and explosions from within. Imagine their surprise when Morillin bursts from between the doors, trailing fire like a vengeful comet. Shrieks of terror and surprise echo as the Black sister lunges through them and then flees down the ramp. Bolts of lightning still strike the walls, and fire roars through the smaller side-corridors as Morillin escapes.

Yurinar follows on the heels of Ashlynn, his axe now held with only one hand, his guide arm almost ruined at the shoulder by one of the large falling stones from the Hall's celing. Despite the injury, Yurinar face is a mask of indifference.

Analee picks up the link from Ashlynn, adding it to the others. They are still not at the strength of the earlier one, but she seems to think it might be time to attempt a shield, drawing deeply the power of herself and the others and throwing it at Morillin, slamming it into her the moment she pauses in channeling, hoping to cut her off from the Source.

And as well, comes Arwen, trous charred in places, rips revealed down the side; his step is hurried, in spite of this, going against judgement and doing as his ward bid.

Jaice is the first out the doors after Morillin, a blur of motion cloaked in a brilliant corona of Saidar. As the others follow, she's already down the stairs.

Analee curses, giving chase after Jaice and Morillin, and yells for others to

Finally, out in the Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon

"Blood and bloody ashes Analee, do something -effective- for bloomin' lights sake. She's shadowsworn, kill her!" Booms Ashlynn's angered voice, "Stop pussyfooting around, and being squeemish about it." There's no telling what this Green Siser would do were she leading the link.

[Channeling] Analee hears Ashlynn and forms a spear of Air, finely formed and very sharp, which she attempts to stab Morillin in the back with while her back is turned and she is running away.

Coliena looks around and does the only thing useful, since she's not in the leading the link. She bends down and grabs a rock and throws it at Morillin. Seems just yesterday she did the same. Of course it likely won't do nothing.

The courtyard is just as crowded today as it is any other day, filled with commoners and students and stablehands and maids. As Jaice bursts from the doors after Morillin, her eyes widen at the sight of all the people; and then quickly track across the cobblestones for the red sister.

Analee tears out of the Tower, hearing Ashlynn and trying a different approach.

Yurinar looms ominously behind his Ward, his grip firm around the Axe's shaft, his gaze still coldly intent upon the fleeing Mistress of Novices. Once his Ward steps beyond the massive doors of the Tower proper, Yurinar throws up his cloak's hood. The last clearly visible remnant of his body nearly vanishes in the failing light. Having become a towering shadow, Yurinar glides far to the side...as if to flanks Morillin from an unexpected direction.

Morillin races outside, sprinting down the steps to the yard below with Jaice just behind her. The moment the Black sister's feet touch solid ground, the staircase behind her splinters with a deafening crack. It doesn't fall apart, but it suddenly becomes unstable, pieces simply crumbling away as her pursuers attempt to scramble down to the yard. People scatter from in front of Morillin as she heads for one of the gates, some of them lifted from the ground by flows of the Power and then smashed down again. Fireballs sizzle and streak from the former Red's hands, some of them striking flesh, some striking stone.

[Channeling] Morillin weaves a quick shield of Air around herself, well aware of the danger behind her. Analee's blow is deflected, but not entirely..

Screams erupt across the Courtyard as the Black sister races across, and Jaice is very nearly dispatched as well as the stairs erupt under her feet. Quick weaves though, and a canny sense of survival create the cushion of air that stops her fall; and as she scrambles to her feet she tosses a weave of Air at Morillin, a wall to stop her progress.

[Channeling] Analee throws up a thick shield of Air in the Tower gateway Morillin is headed for, reinforcing it with the combined strength of the link.

Analee stumbles over the stairs, falling onto the cobblestones, a determined sense of purpose as she struggles to keep her link up. Rolling, she sees Micana and yelps, "Join the link!"

Morillin suddenly stumbles as if shoved from behind, falling forward and barely catching herself from sprawling outright. Tripping over her skirts, she wastes a precious moment getting herself oriented once again. And promptly runs into an invisible barrier which has been slammed down in front of her. Staggering back, she whirls, snarling, hands rising to fight. Fire streaks towards those following her, missile after missile. Half a dozen of them roar towards Analee in particular.

Tumbling as the stone beneath him cracks and faulters, Arwen manages to maintain his balance, if just barely, sliding to a halt at the foot of the steps before he lithely slips to his feet again, not sure what exactly one can do. Yurinar's idea is taken and modified as he rushes to the other side from the big axe-wielding warder.

Micana darts after the others. Ropes of entangling air spin out to try to trip or slow the fleeing Morillian down, fire she likes, fire she gets, added to her to try to make the flames to difficult to control. Once, twice she blasts her with her strength, then lets off to give her power to the link.

Coliena falls back at the stairs erupting and nearly hits her head on the steps. She manages to keep herself holding onto the source, but just barely, and on the ground as she is she might get trampled. Sigh. The life of a Brown. She should have stayed with her books. She sees the fire heading toward Analee, and since she's very near her, she yelps loudly.

[Channeling] Analee throws up a shield before herself and the others in her link, before struggling to add Miana to her grouping. With the added Green, she again attempts to spin a shield of Spirit and slam it between Morillin and the Source.

Spying the fireballs coming toward her, and the ground shaking beneath her feat, Ashlynn does the only thing she deems possible to do. She jumps out of the way to avoid the erupting ground from beneath her, and thus landing not so gently with a thud, though also -just- barely missing one of the fireballs aimed in her direction, having it just singe the side of her leg as she jumped out of the way.

The dark ghost that Ashlynn's Warder has become, glides along the stone far to one side, opposite from that of Arwen. As he passes beyond Morillin's peripheral vision, the Night cloaked Warder begins to stalk inward towards the Black Sister. The Moonlight glimmers off a wicked half moon blade that peeks from beneath his Warder's cloak.

Analee's dress is on fire, as her shield was not quite quick enough. She beats at it with her hands, but her attention is on her channeling, not the flames.

[Channeling] Morillin weaves slashing knives of Spirit to sever the flows which spin towards her, able to handle multiple flows now. With cold precision, she cuts them all, before launching another attack of her own.

Coliena pulls off her shawl and moves quickly to help Analee smutther the flames, a little red forming in her hair from where she -did- hit her head on the stairs. She seems near to tears and speaks to Analee softly, because it's lost in the other noise.

[Channeling] Analee throws up additional shielding around her little party, frustrated that her weaves are being cut.

Micana says "think....use your wits to catch her. She has an angreal, she will not be easy.""

Morillin points at the ground between herself and the Tower. Cobblestones abruptly begin to rip themselves out of their places and fly with shrill whistles towards those facing her. Some of them, however, hurl themselves to the sides, towards the bystanders who are cowering on the ground.

Opposite, on the other side from Yurinar, Arwen sidles along towards the fireball-throwing Red-- or Black, take one's pick. Footsteps are silent as he makes his way closer, shrouded by night's shadow.

A brown sister emerges from the Tower only to see destruction everywhere. People are screaming, running about with their clothes afire or evading falling stonework or holes in the ground caused by Morillin's fireballs. And in the middle is Jaice, closest to the Black sister and now standing perfectly still. Karenya watches as the Blue sister weaves a thick flow of Air -- much thicker than she thought she could, though she knew the girl was strong, certainly -- about the Red sister and herself, so as to protect the innocent bystanders nearby. But how...? She's channelling as strongly as Morillin, for sure! Ah... Karenya peers closer. Of course... if you're going after a black sister with an angreal, find another angreal yourself. A weaker one, sure... but evidently effective.

[Channeling] Analee draws as much strength as possible and uses Earth to open a hole in the ground at Morillin's feet, sending stones and debris flying upwards in a funny looking implosion.

The Dark Shadow of Ashlynn's Warder comes fully behind the Mistress of Novices. The massive battle axe is lifted, the glow of lanterns placed around the courtyard gleam of it's steel edge for a moment, a moment before the weapon strickes. Viciously it slashes towards Morillin's back. With a monstrous -CLANG- The Axe rebounds off the invisible wall of air that Morillin has her back too. Yurinar grows and strikes again...uselessly. -CLANG-!

Analee does not seem to feel the pain she's in, praying that the other Blue will aide her. Her cahnneling takes all of her concentration, focused on her goal, fueled by adrenaline.

Ashlynn attempts to get to her feet, despite her singed leg. Unfortunately, the drain from the link that Analee is holding is having it's effect on her, draining her as much, if not more, as it is Analee.

[Channeling] Nata spinns a strong air shield around she and Raemira before opening the door to the exterior.

That wall of air prevents anyone from getting to Morillin, sure -- and to Jaice. But it also prevents Morillin's light-blasted rock and fireballs from attacking the general populace, too. Jaice's fingers clench around the small figurine, as she drinks in more and more of Saidar to match the glow about the other Aes Sedai. Her voice, though low, sounds clearly. "Stop now, Morillin."

Finally, after some healing and some time recovering her wits, Raemira re-enters, stage left. At her side is her trusty healer: Nata, who is holding a shield of air about her to keep her protected from debris.

Analee has a tied wall of Air in front of her own little group, but she herself channels from the ground, not having bothered to waste the energy to stand after her last fall.

Morillin staggers as the ground beneath her suddenly convulses. Falling to her knees with a cry, she twists to one side in time to watch Yurinar attack the wall of Air just behind her. Lips curling into a snarl, she thrusts one hand towards the Gaidin, fingers clenching into a fist. The ground stabilizes, slowly, and she manages to pull herself back to her feet....her gaze now going to Jaice. "I think not," she snaps, circling warily to one side. "Not quite yet."

Coliena sinks down into the stairs, being weak as well. She keeps herself sitting up. Tears streak down her cheeks slowly as she tries her best to keep ahold of the source, to continue to fuel Analee with her meger power.

[Channeling] Morillin weaves a crushing blow of Air at Yurinar, intending to toss him as far from her as possible. At the same time, she stabilizes the ground underfoot with flows of Earth.

[Channeling] Analee tears at Morillin's sheild of Air with Spirit, hoping to give the opportunity of attack.

Liala continues to fuel the link, her frustration growing as she watches the confrontation fail to produce aptimal results, at least as yet. Every the Yellow Sister, despite her Green tendancies, Mylia moves to place herself between Analee and the Red Sister, using her own body as a shield as she cannot channel, but not getting in the Blue's way if she can help it.

Yurinar's Axe recoils, ready to deliver another blow despite the wall of air before him. That blow never comes. With a strangled grunt of escaping breath, Yurinar convulses, his arms collapse to their sides...as if a giant invisible hand clenched around the large Warder. Bones crack almost sickeningly before the large Warder is hurled backward nearly 30 places. The axe falls from his grasp in mid flight and clatters to the ground a moment before Yurinar himself smacks the ground with a metallic clang, his armor impacting against the stone.

Jaice circles as well, tracing the edge of the enclosure she's tied about herself and Morillin. "You can't win, you know." Jaice gestures to the Aes Sedai gathered on the steps behind her, though her eyes never ever leave the Black sister. "There are too many against you. You've no hope of winning here. There's no escape." As she talks, the Atha'an Miere weaves thick bands of Spirit, slicing them toward Morillin's grasp on the source. It might work; it might not.

[Channeling] Morillin spins a thick shield of Spirit and Fire around herself and Jaice, a Ward to deflect woven flows of the Power, and ties it off quickly.

[Channeling] Analee picks quickly at Morillin's knot, trying to pull it apart as quickly as possible, almost feverishly.

Coliena watches the happenings carefully, trying to hold herself up longer. She manages to stay sitting at least, tips of her long blond hair burned and tears streaking her face. She sees the ward and speaks to Analee softly.

A loud, ear-piercing scream emerges from Ashlynn as Yurinar's bones crack, ever part of the bond she is in with her husband, as well as other injuries. Already weakened from the over extended channeling by Analee, her grasp on the source ever so slowly weakens until it dwindles to nothing of use, though still locked tightly within the link. She is tumbled and tossed on the ground, either by the stampeed of frightened people, or the ground erupting about her.

Morillin flicks her own flows of Spirit with almost contemptuous ease, slicing through those of the Blue sister. "I've lived amongst you for years now, Jaice....something you fools once thought impossible. Escape is still within my reach. Once I deal with you." She sends flows of Spirit streaking towards the other woman, laced with Fire and Water....an extremely painful combination, if it strikes its target.

Micana says "leave our shields tied off, cast what physical we can at Morillin, offer what we have left to Jaice. Prehaps with the angreal also, will give her enough of an edge to succeed."

[Channeling] Analee drops the link tiredly, leaving her shielding tied tightly.

At the clang of Yurinar's axe, two and two make four; Arwen pauses, not sure exactly how far whatever blocks the woman extends, and decides to try to distract, hopefully allowing the Aes Sedai to do /something/. And again, sword whirls towards Morillin-- however, wall he cannot see stops sword, as with Yurinar's axe, clashing loudly into the solidified air near Morillin's head.

Well, there goes that idea. Jaice eyes the weave Mori has constructed warily, her eyes narrowing. Now it was just the two of them, since the link's weaves wouldn't reach inside. Well, so be it. Jaice takes a breath and stares defiantly across the ring at Morillin, her fist white around the tiny figurine in her hand. The other raises in a self-protecting gesture, as if it would help; but her weaves do, and she throws up a shield of spirit and air in the nick of time, and follows with a lashing of fire that makes to twine almost caressingly about Morillin. It's pretty sure though, that it wouldn't -feel- that way.

Analee looks to the others. "You're free... See if Jaice will pick us up... I don't know that she can, though. Ground attack."

Mylia nods, hands moving as she draws daggers into both hands, moving to find her way towards the Sisters squaring off. Saidin flickers around her, just on the edge of embracing as she fights to get close to the Blue Sister. if that means falling to the Black, so be it.

Nata says "a ward is single use, so if we trigger it again and again, she has to expend concentration and effort to reweave...to replace, yes?"

Morillin ducks involuntarily as Arwen's sword strikes the air nearby. She doesn't bother dealing him a crippling blow, however....she can't, for one. In that one moment of distraction, however, Jaice's flows of Fire burst to sizzling life around her. With a shrill cry, she uses the Power to smother the flames which suddenly engulf her once-fine dress. Soot and sweat streak her face as she throws a blinding ball of lightning at the other woman.

Raemira winces as the glow of Saidar surrounds her, causing her head to ache a bit more. She stands where she is, simply watching what is going on, helpless to do much more than this. She glanced toward Nata, nodding quietly to her question about wards, "That's right. It has to be reset."

Analee nods to Nata. "Yes... Perhaps I can call up a thunderstorm," she adds weakly. "Weather was one of my talents... I just don't know that I can aim lightning."

[Channeling] Coliena weaves what little she can, now that she's free of the link. A small flow of Air, that's all, toward the shield. Anymore and she would be pushing her meger power to the brink.

Nata says "will be nothing to heal if this continues." She spins an air shield about herself and sends tendrils of air toward the ward to try to make it activate and have Morillin spend her strength and distract her."

Coliena sits up and looks at Morillin, eyes hard, doing everything she can with what power she has left, having been drained quite thoroughly from the link.

Raemira turns her eyes to Analee, "Don't be daft girl, there are no clouds in the sky, that would take more power than you and I alone, linked, could muster. Try using some of those weaves from the battletactics class." As if taking her own advice, Raemira weaves a small bit of water into the ground and then scoops it up with a bit of air. She creates her weave to be some sort of 'catapult' and launches the mud concoction toward Morillin, rather than out and out power, in attempt to blind her.

A sputter of coughing betrays Yurinar's attempt to rise. The large man plants his hands against the stone and punishes himself to his knees. Even with that gesture, his right arm quivers as if on the verge of failing. Despite the immense pain the Gaidin must be suffering, his face shows none of it. The blue gaze of the older man searches the stone for his weapon. With a herculean effort that elicits an audible grinding of bones against one another, Yurinar pushes himself to his feet. Breath comes in short gasps, the crumped armor about his torso allowing no more than that. One step..then another, he makes for his fallen weapon.

Analee apparently was all talk, for she spends the next moment hurriedly scrambling for a flower bed, losing the contents of her stomach for her over exertion.

[Channeling] Morillin's ward flickers as it is struck by flows of the Power, and is then replenished. Now, with only Jaice to focus on, the Black sister can afford to reset the Ward repeatedly. For the moment, at least. Eventually, she will tire.

Sweat beads on Jaice's brow as she tosses off defences to Morillin's weaves, all the while trying to weave new attacks, -anything- to get her off guard. But it appears a stalemate, the two are too evenly matched; with Morillin's stronger angreal and Jaice's weaker one, they certainly seem the same in this ring of fire. But Jaice doesn't have time to catch this newest fireball; not completely anyway, for she was preparing two weaves at once; weaves that are tied, but not yet fueled. As the fireball leaps toward her, she barely has time to dive to one side; but it catches her across the left side of her chest and shoulder and the Blue sister... crumples.

Mylia is just now passing Yurinar, and she seems to rethink her tactics, and dives towards him, hands reaching as Saidar blooms around her, the Healling weaves coming as second nature. If the blasted man stays still for the instants needed to perform the Healing.

Shamus moves with the other gaidin, standing ready for any opening.

Micana continues the assault on the ward, biding her time so that as soon as it is replenished, it is triggered again and again, her single threads alternating with the others to husband their strength yet try to drain Morillin.

Analee recovers from her momentary illness long enought to sit up and assess the situation again. Dredging up her remaining strength, the searches for a distraction.

Sword is picked up as Arwen makes his way behind Morillin; ignoring the obvious signs of Morillin's displeasure located where Yurinar is, he tries to piece together a plan, back behind the wall as stands there; again, he waits, and at what he hopes is an opportune time, deliberately clangs his blade off the wall of air, again trying to distract.

The moment Jaice falls, Morillin whirls away. Scythes of Spirit cut a way through the wall of Air behind her, and she leaps through. As she does so, however, the hem of her skirts is caught on a jagged splinter of rock from the ruined ground underfoot, and she staggers, off-balance.

Coliena weaves more small flows of air, whipping the shield with flicks. Sweat beads down her forehead as well as tears, and she's pale from exertion. The blood that has turned some of her hair red at her temple is growing into a wider spot.

[Channeling] Analee weaves a dagger of Air with her remaining strength, hoping to stab Morillin as she trips.

[Channeling] Nata waits till the ward is interrupted by another and strikes out with the battle weave of spirit developed by Trelaine...seeking to make Morillin extremely dizzy.

As Morillin turns, Jaice straightens from the ground, not as badly hurt as she would have the Black sister believe. Those two weaves fly into action with deadly force and devastating accuracy... a bolt of lightning strikes at Morillin's side, a distraction that would have even the Dragon pausing uncomfortably -- and a razor-like shield to cut Morillin from the source.

Raemira appears to frown as she watches. She moves over to Coliena, with Nata's aid of course, and rather than channeling things at Morillin, contents herself with channeling a shield of air and water about them. Water used to potect from fires, and air ot protect from physical blows. She murmurs quietly to Coliena, "Rest Daughter, else you may do more damage to yourself than needed'

The larger Warder convulses, this time from the healing flows that Mylia sinks into him. On a moment of idleness passes before Yurinar leaps to his feet and snatches his weapon. With not even a word of thanks to the Aes Sedai, his long strides carry him towards the fleeing Black Sister, his axe now wielded by two healthy arms.

Coliena channels one last flick of air, then releases the source and slouches back on the stairs.

As Morillin comes staggering towards him, tripping, Arwen leaps forward towards the woman, try to tackle her to the ground as she stumbles. Stupid that. Ah well. Lean, lithe frame leaps towards her, at any rate.

For one moment, it is too much. As Morillin stumbles, a greyish dagger shaped from Air slices its way into her upper leg. Screaming with pain, she twists even as she falls, and Jaice's lightning blasts the air just beside her. In that one moment, the shield slides between Morillin and the Source. The glow around her winks out as she thuds to the ground, Arwen landing on top of her.

Mylia comes out of her dive, scrambling to get out of the towering Gaidin's way, coming to her feet, hands dropping daggers as she reaches for the source, drawing more and more, likely more than she can manage as she weaves another set of daggers, these of spirit, sending them towards the Black Sister.

Micana holds herself upright by her staff, burned dress, purple bruises ornamenting her flesh, drying blood trickling down one cheek, a coating of dust and fragments of debris coating her and dulling the shine of her hair.

Analee murmurs "I did my best," and promptly passes out.

[Channeling] Nata delvs sisters nearby for injuries she can heal...Analee and Coliena first.

Mylia screams, the glow of Saidar foutaining around her, and before the daggers can have any effect, she collapses, the glow winking out as though it had never been.

Jaice doesn't get up. It seems all her concentration now is on Morillin, and keeping that shield on her while her blouse singes away across her shoulders. Her skin is black beneath, and the burn goes deep, char-deep; but the only thing that matters now is the blacker sister that lies beneath a pile of Gaidin. The shield of air collapses around her, allowing others nearby to approach, and new weaves of Air wrap themselves about Morillin. Jaice manages to croak out, "You can get off her now."

And one gets up, not able to see said bonds of air, but listening, a wry smile even still covering Arwen's lips as he nods at Jaice. He mumbles under his breath something, shaking his head as he pulls himself to his feet, one side bloody from that blast that hit the ground. All he says is, "Interesting meeting, I take it.", and moves to help those who need it.

Raemira rises from where she sits next to Coliena and unceremoniously makes her way across the now ruined courtyard. She reaches down and plucks the angreal from Morillin's now-bound hands. "I'll have that, another bit of evidence to add to your crimes, child." She no longer uses the title that was given to her upon raising, no longer a title for Morillin to have.

Yurinar's strides begin to slow until the Gaidin comes to a halt at Morillin's side, the fingers of one hand still wrapped tightly around the shaft of his axe, as if expected to use it should Morillin regain Saidar.

Cold, distant, blue eyes regard the fallen Black Sister. A rumbling voice escapes his lips with a strength that masks the exhaustion the Warder must be feeling from having been crushed, thrown, then healed again in the spanse of a few moments. He says to Jaice without taking his attention from Morillin, "She's been shielded 'nd bound has she?" As if not trusting any answer, Yurinar pokes the head of his axe against Morillin's figure. The steel weapon hits the bindings of air.

The courtyard of the Tower, considered by some one of the greatest sights in the known world, looks as if it has endured months of warfare. Gaping pits mar the ground, trees and bushes burn fiercely, and dozens of wounded moan and weep where they were mowed down by fire or stone. Some simply do not move, and likely will never do so again. Even the pure white of the Tower is marred by gouges and soot.

Nata works on the injuries sustained by Analee and Coliena, the most painful things. She leaves some of the smaller things alone which will discolor but not be to sore. She indicates for those gate guards and others who are not injured to help move the Aes Sedai inside. She speaks with a hint of authority in her sphere of expertize. "tea, food, then rest for these. Ask one of the maids to help them wash up. Will be a while before they recover." She then moves deeper into the courtyard seeking others who need her skills.

Coliena sighs softly now that the Red...uh...Black... has been stopped and gives Nata a look as she is delved. She's able to hang onto conciousness only by will because she's waited to see Morillin get her own. She envies Jaice more than she should.

Morillin doesn't struggle against her bindings. Nor does she look at Raemira when the woman plucks her angreal from her. A single tear trickles down her cheek, but that is all the emotion this woman shows. No fear, no hatred.

Jaice keeps clutching her own little figurine, still crouched where she first fell when hit by Morillin's fireball. Her eyes haven't once left the Black sister, and she ignores the general goings-on in the Courtyard now, people picking themselves up, gagglers at the gates who've come to see what the commotion is. She responds to Yurinar with a simple nod. "She is shielded, yes."

Analee briefly regains consiousness to glance about the courtyard. She spins out of it, then flickers back in, some relief from her injuries found.

Mylia comes to consciousness but slowly, struggling to her feet, reaching for the Source and finding only emptiness, her eyes widening in shock, and an unimaginable pain, and she collapses back to the ground. Any who can channel, and who bother to pay the Sedai half a mind, would see that she is no longer an Aes Sedai save in name, the power burned out of her.

Yurinar grunts and turns away from the prone figure of the Black Sister. He strides determinedly towards the fallen figure of his Ward. Strong hands reach up to unbuckle the clamps of his armor..letting the torso piece fall to the cobblestone with a steely clash. The armor looks as if it had been crushed by a giant hand. When freed of the warped armor plates, Yurinar takes a deep breath..and another.

Arwen simply watches; wincing slightly, he glances towards those wounded, and pauses, before moving to help Nata in any way possible, gaze slipping up towards the Tower even still, frown covering his features.

Raemira stares down at Morillin, cold eyes gazing upon her, "Get this... this... anethema to the dungeons. Lock her so deeply down that even most Aes Sedai would not venture down to see her. There'll she'll stay until she confesses to anything -and- everything else she's done in the past." She casts a glance at Nata, a knowing look coming to her eye, "The Yellow sisters will be in charge of extracting the information from her." A memory perhaps of something once ediscussed between she and Florine Sedai long ago.

Morillin's eyes widen slowly at Raemira's words, even as her jaw tightens until it seems her teeth must surely crack.

Coliena looks at Raemira and tries to say something, but all that comes out is a cough and a sputter of vowels. Sigh. Definatly needs to stay with her books.

Analee grunts. "Somebody help me. I'm going to bed," she says weakly but determinedly, finding her legs not wanting to work under her.

Yurinar mounts the ruined steps of the Tower dais and kneels beside Ashlynn. Finally he releases his hold on the void, and in the spanse of a moment, the determined expression of the man becomes a picture of impossible fatigue. Yet he reaches out to touch his wife's cheek before rumbling towards the yellow sister, "Nata Sedai..could ye take a look at Ashlynn here. Ah think she's just tired from channelin so much, but ah do want t'make sure."

Ashlynn continues to lay upon the ground, eyes closed. She has sustained several injuries it seems, more serious than those who are being seen to now no doubt, what with the flying earth debris and the fireballs having been flown in she and Analee's direction.

Micana shakes her head stubbornly as Nata comes by. "The others first, then me. My injuries will wait."

Jaice hasn't moved yet, and only nods to Raemira's words. "I will carry her down there, if I can get assistance myself. I will not leave though, until an appropriate guard is posted." There's a personal element to this, now.

Nata nods to the Keeper. At least she is still on her feet though, prehaps from the pallor under the dirt, not for long. She heads over toward Ashlynn, reaching out to touch her lightly with her fingertips as she starts to delve her next.

The doors to the tower come open, or perhaps they already were, a flurry of white exiting from the tower, students coming out in a group, bandages and implements of healing in hand. Among the group, and speaking in rushed whispers, Thais sends them out, avoiding any gathered on the steps, as they move to tend to the wounded, doing what they can without the power, using the skills learned in classes to tend to those Healings that would only tire a Sister, and sap her strength for more needed tasks. Thai spares a glance of intense concern to her adopted Father as she passes, but, ever the Wisdom, she moves to look to the injured.

Raemira glances about the yard. She nods to Liala and a few other Gray sisters about her, "I wish for you to help Jaice keep Morillin shielded while she goes to the dungeouns, then help her get a guard." She then turned her eyes to Arwen, "You, help carry her to the dungeons. Mind, the darkest, deepest one you can find." Her eyes swirl darkly, expecting to be obeyed at all costs, no matter who's Gaidin he was.

Well yeah: she's the Amyrlin. Nodding at Raemira, Arwen heads over towards Morillin, pausing to wait for Jaice's signal with Liala and the rest, taking a deep breath.

Morillin's gaze is dull and vacant, almost lifeless. She takes no notice of those around her now.

Coliena coughs again softly, wanting to help really badly, but not having the strength to do more than sit up slowly, pushing herself up the whole way. She offers a weak smile Jaice's way and starts to try to get up. She wants to help. 'Bloody pig sucking mess. Next time I'll guard the books with the rest of the Browns.'

Nevan approaches Jaice and cautiously helps her to her feet. The young Blue sister slings one arm about his neck, grimacing slightly at the pull of the charred burn across her chest, and shakes her head. "I still have the angreal, carrying her will not be a problem. Once she is locked up, the better." She peers at Morillin as though checking the shield weave once more -- there must be hundreds of knots in -that- weave - and heads toward the stairs, Morillin levitating eerily before her.

Yurinar's fatherly blue eyes flicker towards Nata expectantly as the Yellow Sister delives his Ward. He waits, though it is in the manner of a racehorse gnashing at the bit in his teeth and eager to be out of the gates.

Liala slowly roses from her slumped position and nods. Her eyes are narrowed in a slit as she moves to help do her part with the orders given her for the one who caused all this.

As Morillin is levitated, Arwen just shrugs, and turns to follow Jaice and the rest up the the tairs towards the dungeons.

The group, collected from Accepted and Novice alike, head to assist the yellow Sisters as they can, or simply to see to what injuries they can find. The novices work with splints, poulices, and herbs, some of the skills obviously taught outside of the class. Thai herself seems to have a purpose, if an impossible one. Even the Accepted, who move to Heal what little they can. Walking wounded, for many is better than outright dead.

Coliena sighs and stops trying to get up, seeing everything is under control. What she wouldn't give to be stronger in the Power, just so she could help out more? Well, she could name a few things, true, but still, she would love to do /something/ besides write a book.

As soon as Morillin is gone, Raemira tucks the Angreal in one of her dress pouches, having learned from Megwyn's own when she first arrived in the Tower just how useful manypouches were. She walks over to Mylia and forms a delving weave, as if to check her. She does, indeed, care about the other Aes Sedai that were caught in this forray.

Mylia shudders at the feeling of the weaving delving into her, cringing as though she wants to evade it. her body is hail, save for a few bruises garnered in the tackle she sent against the Gaidin, but there's a gaping emptiness in her, beyond Healing.

Nata works with Ashlynn then looks up at Yurinar. "You know the drill. Food, rest. She will be weak and need coddling for at least a week or week and a half." She finishes the healing process and then looks toward Thais.

"Send for one of the yellows to work with any who need us. We will make rounds on everyone as soon as we can. One of us needs to stay strong enough to deal with Jaice though. She...took a goodly injury...deep enough she does not feel the pain it seems."

Yurinar only nods and begins gathering Ashlynn into his arms. He climbs the ruined steps of the Tower dais, then vanishes through the doors of the Tower proper.

Nata calls out to Yurinar. "That goes double for you, Gaidin. You were more injured than she from the looks of things."

Thais nods, catching the yellow Sister's order, and calling to the Accepted and gathered Novices, pairing them off with a yellow Sister, the students doing whatever they are instructed, assisting the almost phenominal amount of injuries strewn around the courtyard.

Yurinar barks almost irritably over his voice, yet manages to remain within the realm of respectful politeness, "Aye, Aes Sedai. Aye, ah will."

Nata heads inside, her stamina starting to falter slightly, leaving the others to deal with ones present.

A frown came to Raemira's lips as she discovered something she'd rather not have. She gave Mylia a comforting look, then carefully, ever so carefully, wove a sleeping weave upon her. Better to put her out of misery for a few hours at least, and let her deal with her... loss, once she has fully rested. A saddened look came to her eyes for a few moments. Sighing, she turned around to face those still remaining. "I hereby strip Morillin of her title as Mistress of Novices. Coliena, until one can be found on a more permanant standing, I hereby announce you as the new Mistress of Novices."

With that done, Thais strides off towards the Barracks, pausing now and again as she stops to assist here and there, rushing, as she reachs the door, slamming it open as she yells inside, ignoring whatever rules she's breaking, the need to urgent as trainees begin to pour out of the barracks, moving to assist with moving both dead and injured.

Mylia whimpers, accepting the sleep like a dying man accepts water, sinking into it. Anything better than being awake to feel ehr loss.

Coliena, who was trying to push herself up somemore, literally jumps and stares up at the Amyrlin. Her mouth opens and closes slowly and she yelps out, "O...Of.. of course... M..Mother." She clears her throat forcefully and finds some new strength, "I will do my b..best." She pushes herself up onto wobbly feet. Wow. She's surprised she can stand. Barely. She nearly slips and falls back down again. Nearly.

Raemira nods to a few of the guards. One helps Mylia back to her rooms within the Tower, while a few others tend to Coliena to help her upstairs as well. Others continue to help the fallen and hurt.

Coliena smiles at the guard slightly and whispers, "I get to be the new Mistress of Novices." That alone keeps her on her feet as the guard helps her upstairs.

Now, most Novices hate sweeping the dark Tower corridors; it was one of the worst chores to be had, being it put you in the way of any number of annoyed Aes Sedai who could just as easily assign you to three other tasks before you could say spit. But this morning, Saera didn't mind at all... there were rare occassions when she found it helped to linger about the Aes Sedai quarters, especially if you needed to catch up on the latest gossip. And Saera desperately wanted to do that... when half the Tower looked like it had been hit by an earthquake and lightning storm all at once, she rather wanted to find out who did it. Voices were heard murmuring by the next door, and the slender novice slowed her sweeping to listen.