The turning of the Wheel of Time

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((Closed for myself and Gamina))​

IC: Gerrad Verrenstal

Falme was an unwalled city on a peninsula called Toman head. Jutting out into Aryth ocean, Falme was the only harbor between Tanchico and Badar Eban for leagues and leagues. It was once a great city in the nation of Safer before the Trolloc wars, and the fall of the kingdom. Since then, it stood alone, independent, unbowed...until now.

Three weeks ago, strangers on strange ships calling themselves Seanchan had sailed into the harbor and quickly conquered the independent city. Whatever they were Gerrad was certain these people, these Seanchan, did not walk in the light. If not the example of how they treated good light-fearing Falmen one would only look at the strange monstrosities they rode as beasts of burden. Shadowspawn, the lot of them, which made their masters darkfriends for certain.

Gerrad had arrived six days before as an advanced scout for Lord Captain Bornhold's legion of the Children of Light approaching to free this city and eradicate the infestation of darkfriends here. Entering the city to collect his intelligence he'd had to swear oath to these darkfriends, these Seanchan.

The joke was on them, he had no obligation to honor oaths made to darkfriends, In the six days since he'd slipped through the city counting ships and soldiers and garnering intelligence on the Seanchan's greatest weapons...their "Damane".

He had his own reasons to despise Aes Sedai, much less the one most of the Children of Light would give anyone who cared to listen-and most those that would rather not listen to them. His thoughts went back to his father and the Aes Sedai that had chased him down and taken the spark...the zest...his very soul from him. He shook his head angrily.

He had his own reasons to hate them.

Still...seeing an Aes sedai led around by a leash like a tamed dog by their Seanchan minder. A "Sul'dam", they were called. It bothered him in ways he did not care for.

Why? All Aes Sedai were darkfriends. To be brought low, debased, humiliated for all to see-it was what they all deserved. Wasn't it?

He leaned against a closed and boarded up cobbler's store outside the main square in Falme. People were walking past not trying to stare as one of those women, a "Sul'dam" were leading around her "Damane" for a walk through the square. Though she did not have the great serpent ring no one missed the ageless face on the Damane. She had been an Aes Sedai before. Now, now, she was a dog seeking to please her mistress. Then the Sul'dam said something that caused the former Aes Sedai to stop and stare back at her in defiance, back straight, proud.

The next moment she was sprawled out in the mud of the square screeching out her agony as whatever foul power the Sul'dam had with that strange bracelet and collar device that connected the two of them brought low the once proud woman. The Sul'dam patted the bracelet on her wrists and the Aes Sedai writhed and shrieked in tears.

"Bad, Suri, Bad," She said in a tone one would use to admonish a toddler or puppy, "But you will learn to be good. Do not worry. Kerath will teach you to be a good Damane."

Watching this Gerrad's jaw clenched. His fist tightened. He did not care for how these Seanchan treated these Damane. He did not know why. He had no answer. Only that it sparked a growing rage in his marrow.

 

[Gamina]

IC: Alela Hanor,

Alela had to do her best to not let her internal sneer touch her face as some of locals were enjoying the sight of her personal humiliation. She still couldn't believe how a simple hunt for a channeling man had gone so sideways for her. It was only four weeks ago that they had gotten the report of a man channeling near Falme, so she and four of her sisters had been dispatched here form the White Tower. She should have known it had been to easy to locate their mark, but it was only when the Children of the Light had sprung their trap, that they stopped to reevaluate the whole thing.

She had managed to break through the trap and while she had made sure the misguided warriors chased her, her sisters managed to escape. For a while it had looked as if she was going to be able to escape her hunters, but then she ran into the Seanchan. She had been, to her great shame, easily subdued by a handfull of damane, and quickly faced with her new fate.

"Why don't you show those beautiful long legs to these fishermen" Kerath said with her enfuriating coy voice. Alela gritted her teeth but as she felt the familiar warmth spread between her legs, the one forced upon her by her Sul'dam through this cursed collar she straightend her back and gave the woman a hatefull look.

Her revolt was shortlived, as before she could bat an eye, she was on her back, screaming her lungs out as waves of pain wrecked her toned body. "Bad, Suri, Bad! But you will learn to be good. Do not worry. Kerath will teach you to be a good Damane." The young red sister wanted to scream she would never allow herself to be turned into a weapon, even if they found a way around her oaths, but as the woman stopped the pain, the relief and thankfullness she felt towards her new master made her doubt herself.

Getting back up, Alela didn't even realise that she rearranged the slits of her robe to show of her long, toned legs as once again warmth and pleasantly tingly butterflies radiated from the pit of her stomach to her loins, but as the men started to whistle at the sight, she got angry again.

 

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IC: Gerrad Verrenstal

"Why don't you show those beautiful long legs to these fishermen, the Sul'dam rudely suggested to her.

The former Aes Sedai to stop and stare back at her in defiance, back straight, proud.

"Bad, Suri, Bad," She said in a tone one would use to admonish a toddler or puppy, "But you will learn to be good. Do not worry. Kerath will teach you to be a good Damane."

The next moment she was sprawled out in the mud of the square screeching out her agony as whatever foul power the Sul'dam had with that strange bracelet and collar device that connected the two of them brought low the once proud woman. The Sul'dam patted the bracelet on her wrists and the Aes Sedai writhed and shrieked in tears.

This went on for several minutes. Gerrad should've reveled in this hated Aes Sedai's humiliation....however it only angered him further.

Watching this Gerrad's jaw clenched. His fist tightened. He did not care for how these Seanchan treated these Damane. He did not know why. He had no answer. Only that it sparked a growing rage in his marrow.

Why?

Eventually the Sul'dam relented telling her, "Now rise to your feet, little Suri."

The Aes Sedai got back up her dress and face stained with mud, however the slit of her robe parted to show the afore mentioned beautiful and shapely leg. Gerrad had always been attracted a woman's legs more than even their face of bosom. If she were any other woman...

...But she wasn't any other woman. She was an Aes Sedai, a servant of the shadow. He had to remember that. She was a darkfriend like the Seanchan people were. He should never forget what the Aes Sedai had done to his family.

"You are far too vain and proud of your looks, Suri." Kareth went on, "What should I do with that..." She stroked her chin pondering, "If the thought of giving a Damane to a man for a night's companionship was not absolutely vile and disgusting...we would try that."

She then continued to ponder for another moment before focusing on Gerrad. Gerrad stood up from the boarded up Cobbler's storefront and turned to leave. However had to stop as Kareth called out to him, "You there...come over here."

He woodenly turned and approached the Sul'dam and Damane.

"As I recall overhearing...the brotherhood of the white cloak hate the infestation of Marath Damane nesting in the white tower in Tar Valon, correct?

He eyed the Aes Sedai warily wanting to hate her, but all he felt was...pity...for her.

"The children of the light do not suffer the Aes sedai witches to live," He told her not looking away from the Aes sedai's eyes. "The one power was made by the creator himself, and thus not meant for mortal control. Thus the fact that the Aes sedai do proves they are all darkfriends, truly serving the dark one."

Kerath laughed, "Enough, superstitious fool." She waved her hand away dismissively, "Next you'll claim fantasy monstrosities like Trollocs and halfmen were real."

"Was there a reason you called for me?"

"Yes, I had a reason to assist me in teaching this damane humility," Kerath shook her head, "But now I think I will not let you within a hundred feet of my precious Suri. Be on your way now."

"He gnashed his teeth, "Good day, Mrs....Walk in the light."

 

[Gamina]

IC: Alela Hanor,

Alela was horrified at the look the men gave her, on one hand she could not blame them as she had put a lot of work in her body, enhancing her natural grace with hours of training every day over the course of a lifetime, but on the other hand she despiced them for it, as their hungry eyes reminded her of her father.

"You are far too vain and proud of your looks, Suri." Kareth said, "What should I do with that..."

Clenching her jaw shut, Alela tried to tune out the sensation of her body as Kareth was yet again cycling through her exhausting pain and pleasure waves, confusing the red sisters body and wearing her down mentaly.

"If the thought of giving a Damane to a man for a night's companionship was not absolutely vile and disgusting...we would try that."

Knowing better than to sneer directly at the woman Alela repressed the memory of how another Aes Sedai she had seen in the first few nights of her captivity that had been spanked publicly and then used up by a gang of men, the Sul'Dam feigning not enjoying feeling everything through their damn A'dam. But as a strong wave of arousal wash over her, she knew she had failed to hide how much that idea terrified and disgusted her.

Snapping out of the blurr in her head Alela noticed that her new master was talking to a large bearded man. Lifting her chin up to meet his eyes, she stiffled a laugh when the woman commented about trollocs and half men, but then the irony of being captured by such a naive and clueless people helped her not share it with the world.

For a second she feared that Kareth would use the man to humiliate her, but as she dismissed him, she tried hard not to show any reliefe. The White Cloaks were everything she hated in men, as even if they had a good cause, and the skills to do about it, men always found a way to fuck that up, by being cruel and violent towards who they think is weaker than them...

 

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IC: Gerrad Verrenstal

Three days have passed and these Seanchan darkfriends have consolidated they're hold over the city of Falme more firmly. In that time Gerrad had finished his scouting of the enemy's strengths and weaknesses within the city and had ridden off to give his findings to the Lord Captain of the Children of Light approaching Falme from the East on Almoth Plain.

As he left, he heard the horns of the Seanchan military marshaling their soldiers to the defense of the city. Obviously, their scouts had detected the approach of the Children and were deploying to face them on the plains. Gerrad rode his horse to the head of the Children's column. There he gave his full report to Lord Captain Bornhald on the intelligence he'd found out among the darkfriends infesting Falme.

Then he directed him to ride into the back ranks with the Questioners. His hands tightened on the reins of his piebald gelding. While he agreed with the Children of the Light's philosophy, and he recognized in a world as riddled with darkfriends and Aes Sedai witches as this one was harsh methods were sometimes required by good men who walked in the light. Yet seeing these Questioners' harsh methods irked him. The Questioners made him uncomfortable all together, and Gerrad usually sought to avoid them as much as was possible for a Child of the Light.

One, a grizzled and scarred man with an eyepatch, and with the blazing sun symbol and shepherd's crook of the Questioners on his cloak approached him. "Light be with you, Child Verrenstal."

He stopped and nodded to the Questioner, "And with you, Child Gorjah."

"We have been hearing word of these strangers as we marched across the plain," Gorjah said, "IS it true, Child, are they darkfriends...all of them."

"It is certain," He agreed, "But they are strong and have Aes Sedai witches to fight for them."

"Blood and Ashes, we shall root them all out. None of these Darkfriends' Aes Sedai witches shall escape us today." Gorjah said a spark of manic glee in his eyes at Gerrad's confirmation. Light, he lusted after the prospect of putting so many of their hated hated hated foes to the Question.

"Have a care, Child Gorjah," Gerrad cuationed, "These Seanchan will not fall easily."

"Bah," He scoffed, "None may stand in the way of men who walk in the service of the light."

The trumpets sounded and the children began lining up for a calvalry charge. Gerrad could see across the plain that the Seanchan were still not yet in formation. If the childrens' lances could reach them before getting themselves set, then the Children would carry the battle for the day.

The trumpets sounded again, and the Children roared a mighty battlecry as one lowered their lances and charged at full speed for that first devastating blow.

He and the Questioners hung back watching the battle proceed.

 

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IC: Alela Hanor,

"You need to cut that Aes Sedai bullshit out"

Alela flashed a look of pure anger at the woman in the cell next to hers.

"Yes exactly that!" The older woman said. "Look our situation sucks, but remember that Kareth is a good Sul'dam."

As a sneer rose to her lips but it turned into a defeated sigh as she realized that the old woman was right. She had seen a green sister, getting her hand chopped off for refusing to perform a trick. While Kareth was vicious with her control of her body, at least she did not allow for any permanent damage to done to her.

But as she felt thankfullness towards her captor, she was again washed over with a wave of rage, as she knew that this feeling arouse solely because of the carrot and stick game the woman played on her. She had seen this behavior in abused women and despised the women for it. But after days of being tortured and condisioned by the woman, her body couldn't help but to resort to survival mode.

Everyone turned dead quite as the sound of metal scraping over metal and wood reverberated through the hall. The tell tale sign one of them was getting a visit. Alela straightened up and took a deep breath as the storm of conflicting emotions raged inside of her. Then as Kareth appeared in front of her cell, it settled into relief. Alela told herself it was because she was alone, but deep down she wasn't so sure, as she knew that next to the physical and emotional torture, her being cut of from the one power, except when Kareth allowed her to touch it, played a part in this too.

"Ah my little Suri" She sais as she unlocks the cell door but does not walk over the leash. What seemed like an eternity ago, but in reality it was just three days ago, Alela had used this exact same scenario to try and escape, but that door had quickly closed on her and she had paid the price for it. So now without thinking she took the leash and reached her hand towards the Sul'dam, who smiled but pointed at the floor.

Swallowing her pride, the red sister dropped to her knees and crawled towards the woman. As she gave her the leash again, she bowed her head towards the floor and kissed the womans feet like she had too. Kareth laughed and patted her head. "Good little Suri, good girl" And as Alela repressed her anger she was rewarded with the warm feeling in her belly, and while demeaning it was better than the sharp pain she was not getting used to.

After a couple of steps, her Sul'dam allowed her to stand up and walk and as per usual the two of them walked towards the market.

"So my little Suri, ready to tell me you really want to play with some of our men yet?" Alela supressed rolling her eyes at this question and tried to find a way to give the woman the answer she wanted to hear, without lieing, but as per usual she simply could not find a way to obfuscate the truth. "I am sorry master, but as i have told you, i am bound by the one power, not to lie" As the words lift her lips she felt every nerve in her body be set ablaze for a moment before going back to normal. "How dissapointing" The woman said, but this time she didn't push any further, maybe finaly realizing that she simply could not force an Aes Sedai to lie. Then just as Kareth opend her mouth for a new order, a horn sounded through the city and the Sul'dam pulled her through the streets as she rushed to the walls of the city.

 

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IC: Gerrad Verrenstal

He and the Questioners hung back watching the battle proceed. The Children's line chahrged across the plains towards the army of darkfriend Seanchan. To Gerrad they looked magnificent and glorious. They were truly champions of the light.

Blood and ashes, he wanted to be in there among them riding to do battle in service to the light against the shadow.

Then a hundred paces away from them the lances were lowered to drive into the heart of the enemy. The Children roared a battle cry to falter even the courage of the most wicked of darkspawn. Then women marched out to meet them, collared with women in dresses with lightning bolt slashes on their dresses behind them, directing them like trained dogs. The enemy damane, were meeting the Children's charge.

"Bah," Gorjah spat, "Their darkfriend Aes sedai. Well, we have trained to fight them. They will try to falter us with diversions, but our lances will bull through like-"

"These Aes Sedai are darkfriends," Gerrad rounded on him, "Hawkwing's oaths do not bind them, they may be able to kill with the one power."

Then suddenly the ground shook and fountained beneath the charging force of the Children of Light in geysers of earth and horse and men thrown forty feet into the air one after another. Yet that was not all lightning crashed down among them again and again with all the mercy of a blacksmith's hammer. Fire shot forth incinerating man and horse in great swaths.

This was a black day, the Children's charge began to break and falter a handful of feet from the Seanchan army. Unless the light shielded them, the Children would lose this battle, and the shadow would prevail. Their defeat here would doom the world to the grip of the dark one himself.

Blood and ashes, it could not be.

"Light protect us. Wait-" Gorjah exclaimed pointing to something off to one side, "-Who are they, over there."

To that Gerrad turned his eyes away from the slaughter of the champions of the light, to look where the questioner was pointing. There in between the two armies on a hill were a group of people. He saw one raise what looked like a silver horn to his lips and blow.

It's sounded a clear and resounding call. Mist began to roil in across the battlefield, and with it, Gerrad could faintly see figures emerge. He suddenly remembered listening to the tales a gleeman once recited to him as a rapt audience member. It was the legend of a silver horn and the heroes it would call to aid the forces of light in the last battle with the shadow.

"Blood and ashes," He muttered, "That was the horn of Valere."