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And the last of the Ta'veren arrives;
Who: The Two Rivers boys - Rand, Mat, Perrin
Where: At the Coral
When: Noonish.
Style: Prose works o/
Status: CLOSED
Rand is very certain that he hadn't traveled. Or fallen asleep. This wasn't the Tel'aran'rhiod, because his brown cloak - coat might actually be far more accurate - didn't change when he tried. And he still had the Dragon Sword, Callandor, and still sensed the Source, so....
"It can't be His doing, the time for tricks is over..." Even if Moridin had claimed that he didn't pull him that time, this... this was a new place. Licking his lips once, he placed saltwater. Could explain the watery look to the sky, but...
Rand shifts, deciding to allow his need for answers pull anyone close.
Where: At the Coral
When: Noonish.
Style: Prose works o/
Status: CLOSED
Rand is very certain that he hadn't traveled. Or fallen asleep. This wasn't the Tel'aran'rhiod, because his brown cloak - coat might actually be far more accurate - didn't change when he tried. And he still had the Dragon Sword, Callandor, and still sensed the Source, so....
"It can't be His doing, the time for tricks is over..." Even if Moridin had claimed that he didn't pull him that time, this... this was a new place. Licking his lips once, he placed saltwater. Could explain the watery look to the sky, but...
Rand shifts, deciding to allow his need for answers pull anyone close.
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Mat says 'Dragons' so casually that Perrin almost misses it. He, too, glances at Rand's arm, before looking to Mat for the explanation. Probably it's just a name for something else, a group maybe, but he is curious. And that gholam... even if it does make Mat uncomfortable, it might be a danger they need to know about.
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"Well, we didn't find dragons, not like your arms. Aludra made them. They launch huge lumps of metal about a mile, and Elayne had made the prototypes by the time I left for the Tower of Ghenjei. I saw them tested, and they work like we planned." He nods.
And...he looks away again and takes a larger gulp of his wine. "The gholam is an assassin who can fit through a hole not much bigger than my palm, if not smaller. They feed on human blood, and the Power doesn't touch them. My medallion is the only thing that I know of that can hurt them. I tossed the one that killed Tylin and Lopin off a Skimming platform." He's pretty sure that would answer Rand's question. They aren't exactly the same. Light, he wishes he had been able to do that sooner. Maybe then Lopin and Tylin wouldn't have died.
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".. I think I know what you're talking about. Only talking about why I know what you're talking about will likely make you more uncomfortable." But he's still really calm, just kinda thinking hard about things.
"Ah. One of Elan's creations then.."
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Perrin is quiet at Mat's description, sipping his wine. They're all facing such dangers back home... This place has been so peaceful in comparison. He's been told time doesn't pass back home, and Mat's account of their meeting seems to prove it. Still, he feels like he's been pulled out of a battle, left people behind.
"Rand..." He glancess at Mat before continuing bluntly, "It's already uncomfortable." Lews Therin? And the other things he's only half-mentioned--Perrin isn't sure if having them out in the open would make him any more comfortable, but some of them might be good to know.
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Rand, that in itself makes Mat more uncomfortable. Mat nods. "It's flaming uncomfortable already." His curiosity makes him want to know though... "You heard Lews Therin?" He's going to take another drink of that wine now.
And who made the gholam?
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"Since we went to the Aiel Wastes." Rand settles in his chair, studying that cup of wine. "I heard the voice of another man, occasionally, that bemoaned his existence and ..." He rubs at his head with his stump. "I know what Ilyena Sunhair - Ilyena Therin Moerelle - looks like. I would recognize things, the uses of some ter'angreal. I mostly ignored him, because who would pay attention to a raving voice in their head?"
A half smile to Perrin. "Lews told me how to get out of the Shield that Eliada's Aes Sedai had held me under, at Dumai's Wells. And it worked, for all it was the advice of a madman." And he stilled some of the Aes Sedai Sheilding him.
"... I think I started actively talking to him around the time we met Taim. It is.. a little distracting, to hear someone screaming to kill the man before you, and so I told him to shut up. He did.. for a time. He began to seize saidin shortly after that. He knew these weaves - If you have seen Blossoms of Fire, Deathgates, Arrows of Fire, that was because he seized saidin from me, after cleansing saidin. The other Asha'man saw and replicated them. I talked him out of making a second Dragonmount there by intending to die at Tarmon Gai'don."
"I didn't know if it was the Taint, then, but now... Now it is because I am the Dragon Reborn. That is what I realized on Dragonmount. I have been rewoven, the onset of madness and his voice was because I began channeling as much as I had in roughly the same time. Yes, he died mad, but he lived for four hundred years - only a hundred of that was after Mierin - Lanfear - lead the group that created the Bore, under the Dark One's touch." He studies them both. Perhaps that really odd wisdom to his eyes makes sense now. "I am him, he has always been me, but still I am myself. It is the same thread, perhaps, as Semhirage had said, and something rare that will end up killing me, provided that Tarmon Gai'don doesn't." Should he study the floor? He basically just admitted to his two best friends that he was, in a way, as crazy as the world most probably thinks he is. "I know that another prophesy, one from a borderlander's Aes Sedai cousin, said that if I had not come to this conclusion, gained the memories of The Dragon, then they should have killed me there, for I would not have been the Dragon Reborn that the Light needed to win, and it would have been better that I did not make it to Tarmon Gai'don."
... He'll focus on what little is left of his wine for now.
Whoops meant to say Ishar. Wrong page open.
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Meanwhile he regards Rand with a thoughtful frown. It's true, most of what he's describing sounds like madness; hearing the voice of a dead man in your head, what else could that be? But the way in which Rand is talking about it... seems remarkably calm and collected. Sane, even.
Rand is the Dragon Reborn, the reincarnation of Lews Therin Telamon. Is it so far-fetched to consider that some part of that long-dead man survives now, in Rand? He can't believe, really, that the man was actually carrying on conversations with Rand--that is certainly madness. But Rand seems to know things that no living man ought to, so there must be more to it than madness. And certainly something did happen to him there on Dragonmount.
It's something Perrin is going to need some time to think over. For now, he shakes his head. "It does sound crazy. But, maybe not as much as I'd thought."
He looks down at his own cup, also nearing empty. Something else Rand said was more concerning. "What do you mean that it could kill you?"
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You know, he thought Rand was crazy before. But he didn't think he was hearing a voice. Then again, if voices mean you're crazy, what do dice mean? Mat's sure he isn't insane, so maybe Rand isn't either. It certainly is starting to seem like he is sane now. Maybe not that he's completely sane, but at least not insane.
"Blood and ashes." Mat moves the wine closer to Perrin. He has more wine, and he has a feeling Perrin'll need more too. Giving Rand more doesn't exactly sound like a good idea. "You don't sound as crazy as I thought you were either, Rand."
He watches Rand with his eye, waiting for the answer to Perrin's question.
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"Semhirage said something to the extent that hearing the voice of a past life was a sign of a madness that was incredibly rare, nigh incurable, and would likely result in me repeating the Dragon's actions, at his end." He doesn't particularly care, because ... well. "She used to be an extremely talented Healer, - Restorer, what the title was, everything but death out of her reach - so I was somewhat inclined to think she could be right, even if she terrified Lews. I don't think she's right."
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"There's no reason for one of the Forsaken to tell you the truth about it anyway," he says. Even if she were telling him what she thought of as truth, he agreed with Rand; it didn't make her right.
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"So you're not insane anymore, Moiraine's back, and Perrin's gotten rid of a ter'angreal that prevents Gateways." That's all the really important things, right? That and the deaths of more Forsaken. 'Deaths' isn't the best way to say that though.
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"Seems to be an accurate way to describe it."
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"And now we're here."
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A pause before he mutters under his breath, his back still facing away from them, "Light, I miss Tuon."
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".... Tuon?" Did he hear that right. "Tuon, Daughter of the Nine Moons? Small and dark skinned, of the Seanchan?"
That. would explain why she knew him.
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"I wouldn't have thought you'd get on well with the Seanchan, Mat."
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...They won't figure out he's married to her from that, will they? Light, he hopes not. They'd just tease him, and Perrin's already done that, even though he isn't from that far yet.
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No, Perrin probably won't be able to guess Mat is married to the woman, but him calling her 'special' coupled with that 'scoundrel' remark is enough for him to suspect romantic interest on Mat's part. He might just be foolhardy enough for it.
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He sounds a bit wistful. "She mentioned me?" -wait. Waaait. He turns to stare at Rand. "You talked to her? You didn't-- Indolent scoundrel? She's the one who-- Why were you even talking about me? When did you talk to her?"
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"I wanted to treat with her. The westlands need to be unified, and having to fight the trollocs on one side with the seanchan at our backs wasn't a good situation. The first time I met with her, it was really Semhirage. The second, it didn't come to anything, so I didn't mention it." and it was before he got calm, so... oops.
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"You didn't mention kidnapping an empress in your recent accomplishments, Mat. It sounds like an interesting story."
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Mat blinks. "Nynaeve threatened her because she thought she might have hurt me?" That...is a bit surprising. Especially since as Tuon apparently said, Mat had kidnapped Tuon. Not that he'd hurt her. Blood and ashes, he did whatever he could to help her when there was a battle. And she'd probably be dead if he hadn't kidnapped her. Before hearing who she was, he'd been planning on tying her up and leaving her there, like he'd left Tylin. And the gholam had gotten Tylin.
He turns away again. "She wasn't Empress when she was traveling with the Band and me."
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"I'm more curious about why you miss her."
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