Candlekeep Cafe: Tar Valon, Tar Valon(#194RJM$)

Built on the ruins of an old tavern that burned down several winters ago, better known to the older inhabitants of Tar Valon as Will's Tavern. The new owners have come in and resurected the structure from the fire damage that was keeping the property condemned. Brand new woodwork of maple has been put up. Multiple tables are spread out across the room and in the back a few couches are placed for people to enjoy a nice spot of tea. For tea is what this place sells. Safe enough for young adults to converse a late night of philosphy without worrying about drunken riots going on. The small kitchen also provides its patrons with some small snack food, serving just that with tea instead of full meals that they can get at the many restaurants that exist in the city. To one side of the cafe lies an opening that leads to a small library for patrons to browse and enjoy a tome of knowledge while they enjoy their tea.

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Obvious exits:

Library South Harbor Road

Gregory turns to the guard as they walk towards the Candlekeep Cafe, scene of the alledged crime. "All right then, tell me what happened?"

Tatiana pages: Hmmmm the GUard whose feet I froze to the ground when he saw me stealing. He said I ran towards the North Harbour Road

The Guardsman nods, and walks over to a particular spot, motioning downwards. "I was here, Sir. A routine single patrol. I looked up to see this young lass stealin'. I called out and went to move after her, 'cept my feet were frozen to the grown and I could not move." The guardsman shrugs, bewildered.

Gregory places one hand on his hip, the other on the hilt of his sword as he looks around with a bit of a frown. Dark eyes are adept as scanning the streets, and Gregory puts that talent to good use here. "I assume she ran off, correct?"

The Guardsman nods. "Aye, Sir. The little things when running like the Dark One was on her shadow. We're not that bad, are we, Sir? I mean, with the food shortage and all, teiving food is understandable up, but... it's not like I was going to lop off her hand. Give her a talking to, yes, but something like chopping off her hand, no."

Gregory shakes his head. This one is talkative. Perhaps that needs working on. Gregory doesn't look at the man, but continues looking at the street. "Which direction, and what did she look like?"

The Guardsman nearly blushes. "Oh, yes, I was getting to that, Sir. She was a thin, thing, filthy, too. I only guessed it was a girl by her long hair. I think it 'twere brown, but it was so dirty and matted, that I couldn't tell. She's a tall one, though. Nearly Five and a half feet. Off towards the North she went."

Gregory nods, satisfied with the answer, and heads north, leaving the guardsman gasping and trotting to catch up.

Gregory walks through the streets, asking shopkeepers and regulars that loiter here and there about the girl he's searching for. He's adament about just wanting to give the girl a stern lecture about thieving, which seems to reassure most people. Bit by bit, Gregory finds tidbits of information to keep him going on.

NorthHarbor Docks.

NorthHarbor Docks: Northharbor, Tar Valon

Ships line the docks, moored to the piers. Dockmasters stand at the end of each pier, checking boarding passes and shipping passes as cargo or people leave the ships. Tall masts seem to rise out of nowhere, though not towering as high as the White Tower itself which rises in the distance to the north. Buildings surrounding the area seem to look as if they were shells or waves of some sort, made by man in imitation of the Ogier stonemasons.

Spring fragrances drift down the river with a cool, refreshing breeze. All around sounds of the new season and the new life associated can be heard along the river, birds chirping and frogs croaking. Wisps of morning light, break through predawn. Men and women appear slowly out of their houses to start doing their daily chores.

There is one obvious exit of the dock area and that is towards the southeast, to River Plaza. A Dockmaster also stands guard at the exit, to make sure that everyone has the proper passes to leave or enter the city.

Contents:

Tatiana

DreamChaser; Northern Docks, Tar Valon(#2721Je$)

Obvious exits:

River Plaza

Tatiana

Your eyes have fallen on a young girl. This girl stands at 5'5" tall with long, brown matted hair that falls to her shoulders in a knotted mess. As you look upon the young girl's face you see that she is flithy from head to toe and smells like a stableyard. Her oval-shaped face is covered in dirt giving her high cheek bones, small round nose, full lips, and dimples a dark brown color. The girl looks around curiously with her pale, blue eyes like a nervous cat. She is currently dressed in muddy brown rags that cover her well-toned body. The shirt she wears was once white now brown has a laced neckline and cuffs. She wears around her waist a black belt with one pouch off her right hip. On the girl's leg's are a pair of men's pants. The are a size too big for her and held up by her belt. On the dirty girl's feet are a pair of old, tattered boots that are 3 sizes too big for the girl it seems. She carries no weapon and no jewelry.

Gregory

Gregory is an averaged sized man, at least in height. He is well muscled, with fairly broad shoulders, though he is no blacksmith. Dark brown eyes sit above a nose

that appears to have been broken once or twice in his life. A long white, fading scar runs down Gregory's left cheek. Lips, that would be enticing to kiss, sit frowning at the world around him. A square jaw runs to brown hair, long on the top, shaved close below his ears.

The uniform of a Tar Valon Guard adorns this man. Black trousers

tuck into black boots. Meanwhile, a white tunic, emblazened with the Flame of Tar Valon rests from his shoulders to his waist. Above his heart, Gregory wears a pin, marking him with the rank of Captain. Around his shoulders, a black, hoodless cloak rests when the weather has a chill to it.

What marks this man as odd, aside from the coldness of his frown, is the sword at his side. The sword hangs just right, as if it were a part of him everwhere Gregory

goes. The scabbard is plain enough, as is the hilt of the sword. The pommel, however, has a golden sunburst that catches the sun and glistens at times.

Tatiana is down near the end of the dock, vomitting into the river. She is on all fours.

Gregory walks bask the dockmaster with a nod, a guardsman at his side. Gregory seems to be constantly quizzing the guardsman, asking odd questions, and getting confused looks along with answers. Gregory is constantly nodding and frowning as his eyes seem to look over every person, around every corner, in every shadow.

Tatiana stands up slowly as she wipes her mouth and sighs as she looks down into the water. Her face slightly pale.

Gregory arches an eyebrow as he looks down the end of one dock, then he frowns. Just as he was about to walk towards the sick girl, the Guardsman at his side grabs his arm. "That's her, Sir. That wretching, dirty thing is her." That cinches it, Gregory walks down the dock at a quickened pace.

Tatiana head snaps as if hearing something looks quickly down at the docks as she swears under her breath and looks around for a place to run. She begins to slowly back away from the men.

Gregory puts a hand out, but is still a bit away from looking comforting and harmless. "Whoa now, lass," comments the man. "We just want to talk to you. With food as scarce as it is now... it's understandable to be hungry and desperate..."

Tatiana grunts as she moves away a bit faster as she looks over her shoulder coming closer to the edge of the dock.

Gregory keeps his strides long and steady. The other guardsman hangs back, just in case the girl gets past the Captain. Gregory shakes his head at the girl, "You could use a washing, but not in that river, I think. Come on back this way, lass."

Tatiana grunts as she shakes her head as she closes her eyes as if trying to find something and growls softly as she doesnt speak to the man and throws a hand up to warn him to not come any closer.

Gregory ignores the hand, though his eyes seem to watch the girl cautiously. Ever closer Gregory gets, inching closer with ever stride. The moment Gregory is within reach, he launches at the girl, hoping to scoop her up and over his shoulder.

Tatiana as the man jumps for her trys to leap back into the river but is not quick enough as he grabs her wrist. She begins to kick and growl as she is hauled over his shoulder.

Gregory twists his face, shakes his head, then his eyes grow cold. "You need a bath," comments Gregory with less than an ounce of emotion, as he turns back down the docks, ignoring the girl's thrashings. "I think I will give you one, before I talk to the Aes Sedai about the trick you worked on my Guardsman."

Tatiana is quite the little worm to hold onto. She begins to twist and squirm a bit roughly now and begins to throw her whole body into it as the mention of Aes Sedai.

Gregory turns his head slightly towards the girl's head behind him. "Stop it. I don't want to drop you. Might end up breaking your hip, if you keep this up. Then you won't be able to walk for weeks, if not months." Gregory's grip is firm, and not relenting as he marches back to the Guard Office.

Tatiana growls and says her first words, "Let me go. Or I will do the same too you."

Gregory shakes his head at Tatiana. "If you knew how to control it, you'd have done so already. Besides, I've delt with worse than a wilder thief in my life." Gregory starts to rub at something under his shirt, then shakes his head. Looking to the guardsman marching next to him, Gregory comments, "Get a bath ready. She's washing up, or I'll do it for her. Get some small breeches and a tunic without a crest on it. These things are rags."

Tatiana growls and said, "When I get it back. I swear I am gonna do more then freeze your feet to the ground." She begins to kick and squirm again.

The guardsman looks at Tatiana, perhaps a bit fearful, a bit annoyed, and a bit amused. Then he nods to Gregory and trots off towards teh barracks.

Gregory shakes his head again. "I've dealt with worse, seen Trolloc cooking kettles, seen the remains of Trolloc dinners...." Gregory lets his words trail off as he walks for the Tar Valon Guard offices.

Tatiana screams as she stops moving for now and allows the man to carry her.

Gregory tightens his grip slightly, then walks through the doors.

You open the door and enter into the office.

Barracks: Guard Office, Tar Valon

Stark white walls greet your eyes, showing you a utilitarian office. A small corkboard lines the far wall, with it posted several notes and agendas used. Desks of all sorts and sizes, doubled with various chairs, appear to line the room, the area used for processing those which need to be held for one reason or another.

Outside you can hear the cheerful echos of various birds, greeting the season of rebirth. Soft rays of light filter in through the windows, showing morning has arrived. The office starts to become busy, though not too terribly so.

A small door leads to the guards quarters, while a group of stairs lead toward the cells. A large door heads out into the street.

Obvious exits:

Stairs Down Guard's Quarters Street

Gregory nods to the Guardsman that walks out of a room. "All set up, Sir. Some men were already heating water for a bath. The clothes are in on a stool," the man comments. "Fine," says Gregory, "Off with you, now. If this has to be done forcibly, I'll do it, and take responsibility for it, as well." The guardsman loks at Gregory quizzically, then sees the man's eyes. Taking an unconscious step backwards, the guardsman shakes his head. "If you say, Sir," the man says before he retreats down the hall.

Tatiana eyes widen as she looks at the bath deep down wanting it and then says, 'You so much as put a hand on me Guardsman I will make you sing like a woman." She looks around the room more closely now like a theif would.

Looking around the room, there is really only one thing of possible value: the tub itself.

Gregory takes Tatiana over to the bath and sets her down in front of it. "Only if you plan on washing yourself. Or else I -will- do it for you." Gregory waits, standing there.

Tatiana pages: Hmmmm I am not combat approved but I want to do somethingv to get away from you

Tatiana eyes the door and then the tub and then steps left and the right quickly for a girl and trys to fool Gregory and dash for the door.

Gregory watches Tatiana cooly as she attempts to flee. The moment she moves to get past him, he reaches out for her, faster, just a bit, than she is. Gregory intends to pick the girl up, and drop her down into the bath without anymore fuss.

Tatiana screams loudly as she falls into the tub in a splash. She looks at the man and then at the water and sits there frowning looking straight a head.

Gregory shakes his head. It seems the girl isn't going to scrub. Taking up the soap, Gregory moves forward, working on the lass's hair first. Perhaps that will put her in the mood to do the work that needs to be done.

Tatiana growls as she says, "I am not a child bloody woolhead guard. I can do it myself." She moves her head away as she splash the man heavily.

Gregory is wet, and it doesn't even phase him. Standing, Gregory nods. "Just splash around from time to time, so I know you're still there and still cleaning yourself off." With that, Gregory stands up, and takes a stool from one of the walls and pulls it away slightly. Then, facing the wall, Gregory sits, and waits.

Tatiana sniffs as she watches the man sit facing the wall and splashes now and then as she begins to look around slowly.

Gregory sits there, unmoving, seemingly interested in the wall. Then, oddly, Gregory starts to make some conversation, though still in that emotionless voice of his. "What's your name, Lass? Mine is Gregory Maloch."

Tatiana looks down at the water and begins to wash her hair now and says rudely, 'What do you care? I am in trouble and that is that. I dont plan on staying long." She removes her dirty shirt and begins to wash her nasty smelling skin.

Gregory keeps his eyes on the wall. "I think you'll be in Tar Valon longer than you realize, if what I suspect is true. You sicking up at the docks is just that much more proof." Gregory looks down, and casually inspects a sleeve. "Besides, how am I supposed to protect the citizens of Tar Valon, if I don't know their names?"

Tatiana sniffs like canvas ripping as she says flatly, "I am not a citizen. And my talents are something given to me to use my skills better. I would have gotten away if that bloody guard didnt see me." She removes her nasty pants and begins to wash her legs now in the browning water.

Gregory looks at his other sleeve. "That's why we're hear, Lass. As for a citizen... to you sleep here? Eat here? Try to live in the city walls? If so, then you are a citizen."

Tatiana rolls her eyes as she closes her eyes as if trying to get it. She is silent for a few moments. No sound is coming from her.

Well, she hasn't gotten -out- of the bath, Gregory would hear the water slash around. So the man goes about studying his pants. "That water has to be getting filthy by now. Time to get out. There's a towel behind you on that stool, and clothes under it."

Tatiana says, "I dont like you." She stands out of the tube naked and not caring. As she walks dripping wet a soft wet path following as she begins to dry off.

Gregory looks down at his boots, unaffected. "I didn't ask you to like me. I just wanted you to get all that filth off."

Tatiana

Your eyes have fallen on a young girl. This girl stands at 5'5" tall with long, brown hair that flows down to her shoulders in a slight wave. As you look upon the girl's face you see she is quite pretty with an oval shaped face, high cheek bones, a small round nose, full lips, and dimples when she smiles. The girl holds a certain curiousity about her as she always seems to be looking around with her pale blue eyes. She is just showing the sighs of womanhood as her curves begin to show in all the right places. She is currently clad in boys clothing. She bears as a top a plain white tabard that bears no sigil. On the girl's legs are a pair of plain brown breeches a size too big for her. On her feet she wears a pair of simple brown boots.

Tatiana puts her clothes on and runs her hands through her now clean hair and looks over at Gregory's back and smiles to herself as she moves silently towards him.

Once done inspecting his boots, Gregory looks back to the wall. "You still haaven't answered my question, lass. What's your name?"

Tatiana eyes's fall on the man's sword and presses her lips as she smiles wider. She begins to move slowly towards the man as she gets ready to steal his sword.

Gregory abruptly places his hand on his sword and spins around on the stool, frowning at Tatiana, looking none too tame. "You were too quiet. That's what gave you away," he comments.

Tatiana hand reaches out as she blinks suddenly stopping the glow of Saidar entering her once more as she grins wider. She blinks seeing the man turn and says, "Oh but your wrong Captain." She growls as she loses the One Power instantly not getting the sword and places a hand to her chest suddenly looking pale very quickly.

Gregory shakes his head and looks at the lass. "You cleaned up nicely. Now come on, we've another place for you to go, today."

Tatiana places a hand on the wall and says softly, "One second."

Gregory arches an eyebrow and looks at the girl. "Why?"

Tatiana says holding her stomach, "I had it a second and then lost." She looks at the man her eyes showing her hate, 'I guess the Light blessed you today."

Gregory shakes his head again, still unphased, as he motions towards the door. "Come on, Lass. Time to go."

Tatiana pushes herself off the wall weakly and holds her stomach to hold a vomit eposide and says to the man, "By all means. 'Lead' the way."

Gregory shakes his head. "I don't think so. I'll give you directions. And don't try to run off on me again, or I'll sling you over my shoulder like before." Again Gregory motions for the door.

Tatiana sniffs dismissively at the man as she seems to have a little more color in her face and walks out the room.

Gregory follows along dispassionately behind Tatiana. "Out the doors, down the street," he comments.

Tatiana rolls her eyes walking slowly for the man...for now.

Gregory stays close behind Tatiana, ready to catch her when she runs. "Up to the gate, Lass."

Courtyard: White Tower, Tar Valon(#76RJLMz$)

Before you stands a magnificent palace made of delicately sculpted marble, rather than blocks. Gently arching walls and bulging domes rise high into the sky, seemingly just barely touching the clouds with its delicately crafted spires, topping off the breathtaking sight before you. Looking about, one can see a small garden off to the side, with a small winding path down it's center that leads into a maze of bushes where one might get lost if not too careful.

The grounds look much like a garden as trees, flowers and shrubs start to bloom, bringing spring into view. Colors start to come about and birds start singing once again. There are several benches about the grounds where one might be able to sit and relax. The noon sun rises high in the sky, shining down brightly into the courtyard grounds. All around you can see that the area is a bustle of activity as Novices and Accepted alike work on their chores or mill about on various benches in the yard doing their studies. Aes Sedai clump together in small groups, holding private conversations, keeping a careful eye on events in the area.

A broad stairway, made of pristine white marble, enters into the White Tower, marked by a massive pair of doors decorated with delicate carvings of intricate workmanship. A tall, white wall cascades around the yard, its entrances and exits marked by high gates leading to the street, watched by the Tower Guard. Somewhere in the courtyard you can see buildings for the barracks and the stables. You can also see an entrance to the practice yard, marked of by a row of high hedges.

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Contents:

Tatiana

Obvious exits:

Kitchen Garden NorthHarbor Gate SouthHarbor Gate Osendrelle Gate Alindrelle Gate Practice Yard Stables Barracks White Tower

Tatiana blinks lookin up at the White Tower as she senses Gregory behind her goes into a quick cartwheel to get away from him as she turns quickly and trys to dart back out the gate.

Gregory reaches out for Tatiana's ankle. He'll carry her by the leg, if he has to. "No you don't, Lass."

Tatiana screams, "Let me go you bloody woolheaded moron. I am not gonna stay here. Lets just say I go apoglize to that guard and say we are even.' She struggles upside down her hands on the ground stabling her.

Devon makes her way out of the Tower, the sound of screaming apparent from within, apparently.

Gregory holds onto the wiggling Tatiana by the ankle. Gregory's face is cold and emotionless as he shakes his head at the girl. "Lass, if what I think is true, you need to stay here, else you'll keep sicking up when you try and theive things."

Devon makes her way towards Gregory and the wiggling girl, the glow of Saidar appearing around her, although few would notice that. Her gait is slow and graceful, although she soon closes the gap between herself and the others. "Is there a problem?" she murmurs, turning from Gregory to the girl, and back again.

Tatiana does her best to twist around and send her free foot for the man's face as fast as she can and screams, "I am gonna do more then steal from you if you dont let me go!"

Gregory ignores Tatiana and her wiggling, "Aes Sedai," comments Gregory formally, "There have been some irregularities concerning this girl. She was sighted by one of my guard stealing, but when he went to move after he, his feet were frozen in place. I found her a short while later sicking up in the northharbor. I have suspicions, but I am no Aes Sedai to tell such things."

Branthen

The man you see before you is a rather tall, slightly strong-lloking young man. He doesn't seem to be much older than 20 or so. His hair is a light brown, flowing down to his shoulders. Intense blue eyes seem to stand out from the rest of his face. A small beard reaches around the corners of his mouth to reach a moustache. Around his neck is draped a short, intricately carved wooden necklace. Branthen wears a long brown cloak that stretches down below his knees. Under the cloak, he wears a plain white shirt. A brown belt divides the shirt and Branthen's sturdy black trousers. A pair of worn-in black boots completes Branthen's clothing.

Branthen seems to radiate amiablity and his eyes welcome anyone who wants to talk to him. He grew up far away from castles and kings, so his manner is a little bit less than groveling. He shows respect when he knows it is due, however. Behind the open and happy gaze, he hides upset and pain, and a will to fight when it is needed.

A cool breeze blows through the Courtyard outside the White Tower. Branthen's brown hair is blown back away from his shoulders and his cloak billows around him slightly, allowing the handle of his knife to gleam in the sunlight. He walks into the courtyard from the Alindrelle Square, and glances around as he passes. The sharp squeal of Tatiana is heard, and his intense blue eyes scan the courtyard for what the problem could be. Spotting the struggling and the Aes Sedai, he walks over to the commotion, curious as any normal person would be.

Devon nods, pursing her lips slightly. She eyes the girl, and abruptly gestures with her left hand. Neither of them could see the flows being weaved, of course. "That should help things a little bit. You can set her down now." She eyes the girl calmly, green eyes slightly narrowed. "My name is Devon." she offers quietly, although her voice retains that confident air.

Gregory gently lets Tatiana down, though he'll be darned if he lets her run for the gate again. Gregory stands there, eyes on the young lass, waiting.

Tatiana gasps as she feels something around her waist suddenly and the man lets her down looks at Devon and then the two men and quick dashes left and shifts her feet right to move right and makes another mad dash for the gate.

Branthen watches the scene interestedly, but at a respectful distance.

Devon gestures with her hand again, and as the girl tries to run away, the flow of air around her waist prevents her from getting very far. "I said, my name is Devon. Do you have one you'd care to share with me?"

Tatiana growls softly as she is unable to run like an animal on a leash as she swings around suddenly and says, "NO!" She folds her arms under her breasts and scowls at Devon.

Gregory moves between the gate and the girl, arching an eyebrow as Tatiana stops abruptly. Gregory straightens up, and crosses his arms over his chest. Without looking at Devon, Gregory asks, "Do you need me for anything else, Aes Sedai? You seem to have everything under control."

Tatiana lets the two speak as she begins to feel around her waist as if trying to feel the leash out.

Devon shakes her head at Gregory, ignoring the girl for now. "I have it under control, thank you very much." She smiles softly at him, her voice hardening when she looks at the girl. "Do you know what a wilder is? A woman who can channel the one power, and hasn't been trained. And do you know how many survive without the help of Aes Sedai? Only 1 in 4. Do you truly think your odds are that good?"

Gregory gives Devon a curt nod, his face still hard and cold, and utterly emotionless. With that done, Gregory turns around and makes for the gate. The White Tower is not his territory, after all.

Tatiana sniffs like canvas ripping and says rudedly, 'Do I look like I bloody care woman. It has nothing to do with me." She gives Gregory an absense gesture as he leaves and begins to feel down at her waist again.

Devon arches an eyebrow. "I assume you enjoyed your festivities on the docks then? And I've always found the loss of one's lunch the most unsettling of things. And unfortunately, you are very much incorrect. It has everything to do with you. Without training, the odds are stacked against you. You will continue to channel Saidar, and it will kill you. However, with the White Tower's help, you can learn to control your gifts. And it is a gift, not something to be so rudely shoved away. Especially not to be used to -steal-." She puts a special emphasis on the last, as thought it was something dirty.

Tatiana looks up quickly at the woman's words and cocks a head to the side and says softly, "I'm...I'm a channeler?" She begins to try and move away again but unable to move and says quickly, "I dont beleive! I am a theif not a channeler."

Devon nods her head gravely. "You may have -been- a thief, but you will find the White Tower does not tolerate such actions." Her lips twist in a wry grimace. "Whether or not you believe, I'm sorry to say, we'll need to take you to the Mistress of Novices. Can you walk on your own, or do I need to carry you into the Tower?"

Tatiana growls and begins to struggle again, "Your lieing. I am a theif that is what I am."

Devon shakes her head. "What you were is of no consequence now. Once you're in white, you will be a novice. Nothing more. Try to run away, and they always bring you back. I've been at the Tower for 6 years, child, and the only ones who've ever gotten away in all that time, got out in death." Her tone is somber, but she

Devon's Aes Sedai, and cannot lie, as its said. "Now, will you walk, or will I drag you?"

Tatiana growls as she can go back but she can always go forward and dashes quickly for a girl her age at the Aes Sedai. Her hands out in front of her as she screams loudlY!

Devon sighs and shakes her head. A second weave of air closes over the girls mouth, and where once was screaming, now is silence. She begins to make her way into the Tower, the girl following behind. If the girl doesn't choose to follow, some would notice her feet are being dragged along the smooth stones.

Tatiana eyes widen as she cant speak or scream and is dragged into the Tower.