Post by Aenerion Ithil'Imir on Jan 23, 2022 17:28:34 GMT
The golden glow of the setting sun cast strange colours across the clouds like phantoms drifting through the mists, as the sun kissed the horizon torches flared to life and yet the city of Tar Valon continued to hum with life below him as Aenerion stood with his hands upon the edge of the wall, watching. His long dark coat framed his stocky figure in darkness even as the shirt beneath stood out, starkly highlighting his physique and the pin placed deliberately upon his waistcoat; the Asha’man’s pin. Tar Valon would always be a deeply uncomfortable place for him to be, not only had his people once been at war with the Aes Sedai but everything that ever mattered to him had once lived above the city, within the imposing White Tower. Of course, now there was the added threat of the Sisters discovering his allegiance to the Dark One or one of the ambitious Black Ajah noticing his presence but he was confident that he could easily snuff them out in droves if he had to, it would only be in unity that they could defeat him by forming a true circle and he would kill them all if they even tried … compulsion was also always an option, he already had his claws into the minds of a few key figures within the security detail who through fear, compulsion or loyalty continued to feed him the information he needed about the troves of powerful items hiding below the Tower, wasted by the feeble witches within who thought themselves knowledgeable and yet they denied the truth of the Dark One’s plan to break the Wheel.
To end suffering and reshape the world in Shadow.
He watched an Aes Sedai and her two Gaidin pass below, amused by the sheer silk of her dress and the stark differences between both men. She was even more amused to note the blue of her dress, perhaps a hint to her Ajah and if so she was refusing to conform, yet even in his amusement he was wary. He kept his face stoney and passive as she looked at him with piercing blue eyes and pass beneath the wall, through the arch into the square behind. The way her Gaidin carried themselves interested him, one carried himself with the confidence of a Border warrior and the trappings of perhaps a Kandori, he could not be sure of the modern trends, and the other had the flamboyance of a useless entertainer. For a moment he weighed them and as ever he found them wanting, turning to summon one of the barmaids who brought yet another glass of potent alcohol over to him and curtsied, despite his insistence that it was not necessary, when he thanked her and gave her a Tar Valon mark as thanks. She, of course, feigned embarrassment and went about her business as he watched the patrons on either side of the wall, well it was more like a walled archway or bridge, milling about. They were all useless, none of them had any worthwhile information to offer so far as he could see given that most were simple merchants of tradesmen, again for a moment he considered exercising his power to bleed information from one of them or even the Aes Sedai but that would draw unwanted attention.
He had a mission to complete, he also had to pretend to be a part of the delegation from the Black Tower escorting the Dedicated. None of them were worth his time, they were weak minded fools who could barely grasp their own potential and yet he had to watch over them and he would turn them if he could. At least if they turned of their own accord they would not need to waste time summoning the Eyeless and forming a circle to force their hand, the Eyeless were vile creatures and if they were not so useful he would gladly see them exterminated to purify the Shadowspawn. Why should the servants of the Dark One, outside of the channellers, ever have command or anything but the desire to kill?
Aenerion watched with interest, despite his thoughts, as he watched three Aes Sedai enter the establishment on the Eastern balcony and immediately he noticed the air grow thick, masking the sounds of their conversation which piqued his curiosity even further and a few patrons took note of the strangeness, then inevitably wrote it off as Aes Sedai nonsense and business. The women all looked him over briefly, likely noticing his garb and the pin, yet they continued to go about their business confident that they could mask their conversation from him for he could not feel them touching the power nor see their weaves. He turned away and settled in to his drink as he watched the sun, considering the best way to access the vaults beneath the Tower without arousing suspicion or starting a fight which he would be forced to win and perhaps even resort to weaves he should not know…
To end suffering and reshape the world in Shadow.
He watched an Aes Sedai and her two Gaidin pass below, amused by the sheer silk of her dress and the stark differences between both men. She was even more amused to note the blue of her dress, perhaps a hint to her Ajah and if so she was refusing to conform, yet even in his amusement he was wary. He kept his face stoney and passive as she looked at him with piercing blue eyes and pass beneath the wall, through the arch into the square behind. The way her Gaidin carried themselves interested him, one carried himself with the confidence of a Border warrior and the trappings of perhaps a Kandori, he could not be sure of the modern trends, and the other had the flamboyance of a useless entertainer. For a moment he weighed them and as ever he found them wanting, turning to summon one of the barmaids who brought yet another glass of potent alcohol over to him and curtsied, despite his insistence that it was not necessary, when he thanked her and gave her a Tar Valon mark as thanks. She, of course, feigned embarrassment and went about her business as he watched the patrons on either side of the wall, well it was more like a walled archway or bridge, milling about. They were all useless, none of them had any worthwhile information to offer so far as he could see given that most were simple merchants of tradesmen, again for a moment he considered exercising his power to bleed information from one of them or even the Aes Sedai but that would draw unwanted attention.
He had a mission to complete, he also had to pretend to be a part of the delegation from the Black Tower escorting the Dedicated. None of them were worth his time, they were weak minded fools who could barely grasp their own potential and yet he had to watch over them and he would turn them if he could. At least if they turned of their own accord they would not need to waste time summoning the Eyeless and forming a circle to force their hand, the Eyeless were vile creatures and if they were not so useful he would gladly see them exterminated to purify the Shadowspawn. Why should the servants of the Dark One, outside of the channellers, ever have command or anything but the desire to kill?
Aenerion watched with interest, despite his thoughts, as he watched three Aes Sedai enter the establishment on the Eastern balcony and immediately he noticed the air grow thick, masking the sounds of their conversation which piqued his curiosity even further and a few patrons took note of the strangeness, then inevitably wrote it off as Aes Sedai nonsense and business. The women all looked him over briefly, likely noticing his garb and the pin, yet they continued to go about their business confident that they could mask their conversation from him for he could not feel them touching the power nor see their weaves. He turned away and settled in to his drink as he watched the sun, considering the best way to access the vaults beneath the Tower without arousing suspicion or starting a fight which he would be forced to win and perhaps even resort to weaves he should not know…
