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1st-Oct-2012 07:48 pm - 005
wolfbrother: (Default)
Who: Perrin and anyone!
Where: the forge at the Winespring
When: Afternoon/Evening
Style: I'll match.
Status: Open!

btw Perrin is a blacksmith. )
princeoftheravens: (Default)
Who: Mat, Perrin, the coma-ed Rand, and you!
Where: The Plaza
When: Midday
Style: Either, we'll follow
Status: Open!

When Mat arrived, he was told that people fall asleep if they don't touch the coral. It was with that idea that he tried to drag Rand to the coral, told Perrin he wanted to get Rand to the coral when asked, and asked for his help when he only managed to get Rand halfway off the couch they'd put him on.

Perrin hadn't been told that, but it never hurts to try. And besides, it might keep Mat out of trouble for a while if he humors him. It'd save Rand pain from being dragged everywhere when he woke up too.

That's how they ended up walking to the coral, with Perrin carrying Rand's shoulders and Mat just holding onto his feet and legs.

((ooc: Samm (Rand-mun) gave me permission for this almost as soon as we figured out the days she'd be in China

Reply's will come from both Mat and Perrin!))
29th-Jun-2012 02:59 pm - 003
wolfbrother: (Default)
Who: Perrin and YOU!
When: Daytime
Where: In/Near The Plaza
Status: Open!
Style: I'll match

Hey someone has to help with the Fisholympics. )
righthandedragon: (Car'a'carn)
Who: Rand al'Thor and anyone who wants to bother him
Where: The plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: Action or prose, I can follow
Status: Open~

So Rand had planned on practicing drawing to help out Kratos, only to realize he had no supplies or anything like that.

And then to discover that okay, easels are heavier than he remembered. Or his side was acting up, either way, he needs to stop in the plaza or risk some bleeding problems.

But hey, the light is good enough, he can just. sit.. and work here!

So that's what Rand is doing. Being an one-handed artist. He's currently working on a group that looks rather like this. Only that top left man isn't in it, and its all just grays.

He stares at colors and grimaces. "These... I don't remember quite so well." He'll just get to work on group two, which doesn't have that man standing in the front. Why would he add himself to the picture?

(OOC: Lazy Samm is being lazy involving art.)
24th-May-2012 03:42 pm - And the last of the Ta'veren arrives;
righthandedragon: (Ta'Veren)
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.
23rd-May-2012 06:09 pm - 1st Die - I'm no lord
princeoftheravens: (Turning all against one)
Who: Mat and whoever hears his screaming you
Where: The Plaza
When: May 23rd
Style: Either! Starting in prose though
Status: OPEN!

I've more respect for myself than that )

[ooc: An ashandarei is a sword spear. He will try to use it on you if you try to heal him, just a fair warning. And his face is bloody right now. Have fun~]
23rd-Apr-2012 10:45 pm
wolfbrother: (too much)
Who: Perrin Aybara and anyone~
Where: Plaza
When: Evening
Style: Whichever!
Status: Open

Perrin woke with a sense of pain and loss. Some of that pain was physical, with the wounds he'd sustained in the wolf dream, but that was nearly drowned out by the deep sadness he felt. Hopper... He wanted to howl, but at the same time he felt too drained. He just wanted to lie there in his tent and...

He was not in his tent. The realization cut through his sorrow, and he struggled to gather his wits. He was lying on some city street paved in cobblestones. None of its sounds or smells were familiar, and in fact Perrin himself smelled of seawater. It did not feel like a dream, but he tried again to wake himself just the same. Nothing happened.

He nearly lay back and shut his eyes, wanting nothing more than to rest and to mourn, but in an unknown place, neither of those options were safe. There had been some trap waiting to spring on him, and if one of the Forsaken was responsible for this... Well, he did not know why nothing had come to finish him off, but he had no intention of waiting for it. With a groan, Perrin struggled to pick himself up and find some answers.
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