Post by dallimar on Apr 8, 2006 22:51:29 GMT -5
The sun had not risen far when Dallimar had left the Black Tower that morning, hardly high enough to bring light into a placed gripped with shadows, but he felt at home there...or at least as at home as a man could be in a place where saidin was channeled without restraint. There was something about the feel of the True Source that made him more uncomfortable then the taint alone caused. Or had caused. It felt cleaner now, though he was not sure if that was real or his imagination.
As he walked to the top of a hill over looking the farm, dust slowly rising under his boots were his feet had kicked it up, he felt a stiff wind that seemed to push him toward the place that he now called home. Refreshing at the first it quickly changed, carrying the smell of blood on it breeze.
Turning he followed the direction it had come from. With every step a new thought came to mind. Of an animal just killed by one of the Dedicated to be used for a meal. Of a bandit having found some fool to take a crown from. He had not expected to find three men standing over the body of a woman. Her blue riding dress was covered in blood and he could see that her eyes were glazed with death.
'Blood and ashes,' Dallimar cursed under his breath. he could kill the men in front of him with little effort if it was required...or he thought he could. One had a sword that he know was not made of iron. Cuendillar. A man did not have a weapon like that unless he was very good at taking what he wanted or had earned it. Either way this was going to get interesting.
Dallimar stood for only a moment long and was about to seize the one power when he saw that one of the men in front of him and beaten him to it. Very interesting.
Their words where to quite for him to make out and he knew that he could not get any closer to them without causing trouble. Trying to think of something to do he began scanning the body. She had a few jewels and a wide gem studded belt. And a golden serpent eating its own tale on her finger. This man who could channel was going to be in a mess of trouble when the farm discovered that he may have caused them all unnecessary trouble.
Best to take care of it then and there. Grabbing out for saidin and pulling his iron blade from his scabbard he leapt out of hiding and, shouting, swung for the nearest mans neck. he ducked and twisted, but Dallimar had caught him off guard and he fell in a heap, his blood flowing freely from a gash in his thought.
The others where no so novice however. The blade master was quick on his feet and the channeler had felt him drawing on the Source.
Dallimar through his blade up just in time to parry a blow that would have taken his head off and saw the other man form a weave of air, fire and spirit. A blade a flames sprang from his hand and has fast put to use. Stepping back Dallimar did his best to fend off the two attackers, sweet streaming down his face and stinging his eyes. He felt a solid blade make a fine line across his chest-no more then a grazing wound, though it would turn develop into a festering wound in not treated for sure-and he was forced back even faster.
Not willing to be on the defensive if he didn't have to be Dallimar wove threads of air around the blade master that stopped him cold. Quickly tying them off the faced the channeler. Dallimar could see the frustration on his face as he glanced at his companion, or maybe at the block of solid air that held him in place as he yelled and tried to twist free-not bloody likely Dallimar thought-before the man turned once again at him and made a thrust with that burning sword. Dallimar saw a number of errors in that move but instead of pressing back he side stepped and let the man regain his footing.
'I hope you don't mind,' Dallimar said 'I was just trying to make sure I could see that weave you are using. It seems interesting.'
The man growled at him and advanced again. As he made another acquired swing Dallimar again side-stepped and, thinking that he could mimic the fire sword later, took off the mans head at the shoulders.
Any where else and all of this channeling would have drawn some attention.
As he turned as saw that his block of air had faded and the last man was gone. Sighing Dallimar walked over to the body of the Aes Sedia and closed her eyes. She was probably bound to one of the Asha'man and he would know she was dead. With another sigh Dallimar turned to in the direction of the farm and walked back. He would need to get healing and inform his superiors of what had happened. They would not be happy that it had happened so close to the farm with anyone noticing, but that was their problem. He needed t start digging a grave for the woman. Aes Sedia or not it was the right thing to do.
As he walked to the top of a hill over looking the farm, dust slowly rising under his boots were his feet had kicked it up, he felt a stiff wind that seemed to push him toward the place that he now called home. Refreshing at the first it quickly changed, carrying the smell of blood on it breeze.
Turning he followed the direction it had come from. With every step a new thought came to mind. Of an animal just killed by one of the Dedicated to be used for a meal. Of a bandit having found some fool to take a crown from. He had not expected to find three men standing over the body of a woman. Her blue riding dress was covered in blood and he could see that her eyes were glazed with death.
'Blood and ashes,' Dallimar cursed under his breath. he could kill the men in front of him with little effort if it was required...or he thought he could. One had a sword that he know was not made of iron. Cuendillar. A man did not have a weapon like that unless he was very good at taking what he wanted or had earned it. Either way this was going to get interesting.
Dallimar stood for only a moment long and was about to seize the one power when he saw that one of the men in front of him and beaten him to it. Very interesting.
Their words where to quite for him to make out and he knew that he could not get any closer to them without causing trouble. Trying to think of something to do he began scanning the body. She had a few jewels and a wide gem studded belt. And a golden serpent eating its own tale on her finger. This man who could channel was going to be in a mess of trouble when the farm discovered that he may have caused them all unnecessary trouble.
Best to take care of it then and there. Grabbing out for saidin and pulling his iron blade from his scabbard he leapt out of hiding and, shouting, swung for the nearest mans neck. he ducked and twisted, but Dallimar had caught him off guard and he fell in a heap, his blood flowing freely from a gash in his thought.
The others where no so novice however. The blade master was quick on his feet and the channeler had felt him drawing on the Source.
Dallimar through his blade up just in time to parry a blow that would have taken his head off and saw the other man form a weave of air, fire and spirit. A blade a flames sprang from his hand and has fast put to use. Stepping back Dallimar did his best to fend off the two attackers, sweet streaming down his face and stinging his eyes. He felt a solid blade make a fine line across his chest-no more then a grazing wound, though it would turn develop into a festering wound in not treated for sure-and he was forced back even faster.
Not willing to be on the defensive if he didn't have to be Dallimar wove threads of air around the blade master that stopped him cold. Quickly tying them off the faced the channeler. Dallimar could see the frustration on his face as he glanced at his companion, or maybe at the block of solid air that held him in place as he yelled and tried to twist free-not bloody likely Dallimar thought-before the man turned once again at him and made a thrust with that burning sword. Dallimar saw a number of errors in that move but instead of pressing back he side stepped and let the man regain his footing.
'I hope you don't mind,' Dallimar said 'I was just trying to make sure I could see that weave you are using. It seems interesting.'
The man growled at him and advanced again. As he made another acquired swing Dallimar again side-stepped and, thinking that he could mimic the fire sword later, took off the mans head at the shoulders.
Any where else and all of this channeling would have drawn some attention.
As he turned as saw that his block of air had faded and the last man was gone. Sighing Dallimar walked over to the body of the Aes Sedia and closed her eyes. She was probably bound to one of the Asha'man and he would know she was dead. With another sigh Dallimar turned to in the direction of the farm and walked back. He would need to get healing and inform his superiors of what had happened. They would not be happy that it had happened so close to the farm with anyone noticing, but that was their problem. He needed t start digging a grave for the woman. Aes Sedia or not it was the right thing to do.