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The Tale of TarValon.net - Part 1

2007-01-26T02:40:06Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Cursor Wrathwind'' 
Val a'shain rode his tremendous beast to the front of the army. The columns of the home guard and a few accepted and Aes Sedai doted his ranks. Morni galloped his courser up to meet the Master at Arms on the crest of the ridge. The host was organized into tight columns, legions of soldiers bearing tower shields and shouldering wicked halberds. Ballistae and catapults stood in batteries behind the legions. 
"This is the host we were commanded to sortie?" The Captain shook his head. "they outnumber us at least fifty to one." 
"And they march upon our home Captain, do not forget why the hall pressed for action. But, dammit there's just so many!" 
A shiver ran through the ranks of the army of the Tower when the peaked about the crest. Roars of dissention sounded throughout the lower ranks. ?We?ll be slaughtered!? A recruit named Atane shouted. 
"God damn, I never thought I'd die this way." Kheldin strung his bow despite his gripes. Even soldiers were complaining and the chorus of mumbles did nothing to better the mood of the commanders. 
"Fall in! Companies forward, recruits in the back, guard the channelers." Val roared and watched the host scurry to form into order. The Val'Cueran formed the left flank, the San D'Ma Shadar assembled in the center while the Dai M'Hael formed in the right flank. Recruits formed a phalanx in the back, with scores of channelers huddled in groups behind them. "Forward!" 
The drums beat and the company surged forward. Arrows shot out from Val's bow, and Kheldin cursed wildly as he shot at the legions. Fire balls flew from the ranks in the back towards the enemy, and the drums of countless hoofs drowned out the mindless roar of the guard. 
The barrage hit the legions, sending furls of smoke and the smell of charred flesh up into the air. Val raised his hand for a halt. The legion that received the barrage of power and arrows stood strong, already filling in the gaps among their lines. Ballistae creaked and a hail of metal bolts ripped free of the mechanism's restraint. Pottery smashed against the ground and enveloped the guard in gouts of flame as the catapults unleashed their fury. The lines broke, company commanders shouting to re-order their troops. "Get back into flaming formation!" Valorian roared at a gaggle of soldier's who broke away after the catapult barrage. "Company forward!" 
San D'Ma Shadar and Dai M'Hael were quick to follow suit. "Charge, we must break their formation!" Val hollered, unleashing a rain of arrows. The companies charged the enemy, Val and Morni noting every action. Kheldin loosed an arrow; Arythan charged forward, sword moving through creeper embraces the oak, Drill Sergeant Trant Ordered a line of recruits into a slow advance, not forsaking cover to the channelers who work the power with fury. 
A guttural roar emitted from one of the creatures, wearing a golden helmet. The leader, Val surmised. A chorus of hideous shouts followed, a deep guttural growl that made a horrible crescendo to a frightening peak of fury. The legion of creatures advanced, keeping tower shields tight pack, allowing only for the jagged edges of their halberds. 
The guard reached the advance of the legion and the field rang with the song of steel. Cursor knocked a shield into the air from his horse with a quick blow from his long scimitar, impaling the wielder with a heavy lance. Mazarin's axe fell with a cascade of black blood as he severed the head of another creature. Still the legion charged forward, the halberds danced among the shields, crimson blood watered the field as the horde advanced. The guard was fighting a losing battle. 
"Companies forward! I want their lines broken now!" Val roared of the glorious music of battle. The legion of invaders pressed on, masking their identities by their armor. When they died, gouts of flame consumed they, charring whoever happened to deal the deathblow half the time. 
"Val Gaidin, we have to retreat!" A soldier called Cursor yelled. "Pick your battles!" 
"We have orders soldier, and I mean to carry them out." 
"That's not loyalty Val, that's insanity." Valorian backed Cursor. The commanders and troops of the companies murmured in agreement. 
"I agree, but you tell the sitters that we fled in fear!" 
Cursor drew his sword and pressed it to Val's throat, meeting his venomous gaze. "We must retreat." 
"You dare to threaten me, boy?" Val spat, but whipped his neck around when the point of Valorian's sword pressed against his cheek. The swords of others joined them, including that of the Captain of the Guard. 
"Blood and bloody ashes, the hall won't like this RETREAT! Everyone retreat to Tar Valon! Recruits cover the channelers advance! Companies, cover the retreat!" The creature in the golden helmet seemed to perceive what Val was ordering, and after a few guttural roars the legion of mystery creatures broke into a charge. They channelers did their best to stem the advance. 
"Hit the trees, burn the path!" screamed Kariada Sedai as she hurled two fire balls into leatherleafs. 
After roughly an hour had passed, the legion stopped harassing the retreat. The tower was in sight now, shining like a glorious beacon of salvation on the horizon. A small cheer went up among the guard, but it was short lived. Everyone nursed wounds, some were seriously wounded. Emia Sedai led a gaggle of Yellows in healing, but they needed more help. "We need more of our sisters." She said. 
Val marched at the head of the column, silent in contemplation. Yenie is not going to like this, not one bit. Why was she so stolid in her call for action? The wind was his only answer. 

To be continued...
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The Strike at Shayol Ghul

2006-12-27T06:35:20Z

Chria al'Diene:

'''The Strike at Shayol Ghul''' 
''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
Foreword by Robert Jordan 
Sometimes fans ask me whether I mean to write prequels to ''The Wheel of Time''. While some requests are for books about The Trolloc Wars or the rise and fall of the High King, Artur Hawking, or the life histories of various characters, the most frequent are for books about the AOL and its end in the War of the Power, and the most often asked question is, I believe, "Why, when the greatest feats of the Age of Legends were done by men and women working together with the One Power, was the final attack on Shayol Ghul carried out by men alone?" At present I do not intend to write any of those books, but I won't say that a story or two might not creep out eventually. I do not normally do short fiction. My editor claims that for me, a short story means fifty thousand words. As for the question, though...I hope that those fans (and the rest of you) will be satisfied for the time with what follows, a fictional bit of "non-fiction," a piece from an Age called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past... 
(A version of this will be included in ''An Illustrated Guide to The Wheel of Time'', which will appear from Tor in 1997.) 
 
The Strike at Shayol Ghul 
 
(A Preliminary Introduction) 
 
by Jorille Mondevin, 
Royal Historian to the Court of 
Her Most Illuminated Majesty, Ethenielle Kirukon Materasu, 
By the Blessing of the Light, 
Queen of Kandor, 
Protector of the Land, 
Shield of the North, 
High Seat of House Materasu. 
 
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One of the most important finds of recent years, perhaps since the Breaking, is a partial copy of no less than a history of the world from the drilling of the Bore into the Dark One's Prison to the End of the Breaking of the world. The original apparently dated from early in the First Century A.B. Despite the extreme paucity of material from the entire first millennium after the Breaking, we can only be thankful that the art of printing survived the Breaking of the World when so much else did not, and was indeed practiced to some extent during the Breaking itself, though under severe and restricted conditions. Considering the widespread destruction of The Trolloc Wars and the War of the Hundred Years, which although far less than the near totality of the Breaking still saw cities, nations, and far worse, knowledge, go to the fires, we must marvel at any writing that has survived more than three thousand years. What we know is based on fragments, copied and recopied a thousand times, but at least we know something from them. Even a little knowledge is better than ignorance. 
 
Discovered in a dusty storage room in Chachin, the pages were in a chest full of old bills and receipts, students' copy books and private diaries, some so foxed by age and with ink so faded as to be unreadable where the pages themselves had not crumbled. The fragmentary manuscript was readable, barely, but presented the usual problems, quite aside from the difficulties of translation and dealing with centuries of copyists' errors; such a history would no doubt be a vast, multi-volume work (please see the author's Note at the end), yet of the two hundred and twelve surviving pages, the largest number of consecutive pages number six, and nowhere else more than two. Such dates as are given are totally incomprehensible, as no calendar dating from the Age of Legends has ever been found. Many references to cataclysmic events (dire battles and cities destroyed by balefire during the War of the Shadow, whole regions covered by the sea and mountain ranges raised overnight during the Breaking) and to such minutiae as the appearance of a certain person are but curiosities. The pages which might reveal exactly where these things happened, what their special significance was, the resolution or end result, are usually missing. Why then is this collection so important? First because, sundered as it is, it contains more information of the War of the Shadow than any other known single source, perhaps as much as all other sources combined in some ways. But even more importantly, it gives a great deal of information available nowhere else. And most importantly of all, the six consecutive pages and others which must be placed close to them contain the only known account of events surrounding what surely must be the most far-reaching single event in the history of the world, in any Age: the sealing of the Bore by Lews Therin Telamon and the Hundred Companions. 
 
We still cannot be certain how long passed between the creation of the Bore and the actual beginning of what would come to be called the War of the Shadow, yet plainly at least fifty years and possibly more than one hundred were marked by a rapid decline in the social order and an equally rapid increase in a thousand ills that previously had been either rare or entirely unknown. War itself was a "new" discovery, it seems, though one quickly learned, some might even say perfected. The War of the Shadow tilted one way, then another, in fire and blood, over its course. During the first three years, the Shadow made great gains, and large parts of the world fell beneath the horror of the Dark One's dominion, however indirectly through human representatives. And surely, the presence of Myrddraal and Trollocs cannot be called indirect. Under the leadership of Lews Therin Telamon, the legendary Dragon of the Prophecies, much of what had been lost was retaken over the next four years, though not without reverses. At that point, a stalemate developed, and for nearly a year neither side was able to effect any gain despite fierce fighting, but when the stalemate broke, the Shadow began to advance again, slowly at first but with ever increasing speed. According to the writer of that fragmentary history, "It was as if every step forward by the Shadow scattered the spores of chaos before it, and feeding on what grew, the Shadow gained strength, so that its next stride was longer, and the next step would be longer still." 
 
Huge areas had been devastated to varying degrees by this time as the war surged back and forth around the world, and it was obvious that while the Shadow was willing to starve or murder a great percentage of the population in the conquered territories, the forces of the Light could no longer sustain a protracted war. They were losing, being pushed toward inevitable defeat with increasing speed, and if they were to win at all, it must be done quickly. 
 
One of the plans for ending the war quickly, proposed by Lews Therin, centered around a direct attack on the Bore itself. Seven "focus points" (there seems no better translation from the old tongue, although they are obviously the Seals of Legend) were constructed of ''cuendillar''. A raiding force -- so they called it, though even in the light of recent past events it must still seem a large army to most people of this day -- a raiding force consisting of some twenty thousand soldiers to provide security and a circle of seven female Aes Sedai and six male (the minimum number believed necessary, and all the strongest who could be found) would Travel to Shayol Ghul , the one place on earth where what has been called "a thinness in the Pattern" makes the Bore detectable, and there to implant seals held by the focus points which would close up the Bore and shut the Dark One from the world once more. 
 
This plan was considered risky for a number of reasons. Even today it is known that the Dark One has a certain degree of effect on the world close around Shayol Ghul, and it was probable that any attempt to channel there would be instantly detected and the raiding party destroyed. Lews Therin himself, who intended to personally lead this huge raid, admitted that even with sucess, he expected few of the attackers to survive, perhaps none. Worse, several experts claimed that if the seals were not placed with exact precision, the resulting strain would, instead of sealing up the Bore, rip it open, freeing the Dark One completely. 
 
Another plan at the time centered around two huge ''sa'angreal'', one attuned to ''saidin'' and one to saidar, both so powerful that using them required special ''ter'angreal'', like miniature versions of the great ''sa'angreal'', constructed especially for the purpose of accessing the ''sa'angreal''. This project had its detractors, too, for the ''sa'angreal'' were planned to be so powerful that either one might well provide enough of the One Power to destroy the world, while both together certainly would. Some doubted that so much of the One Power could be handled safely under the circumstances. Against that was the certainty, according to the plan's supporters, that used together they would provide sufficient Power to drive the Shadow's forces back, to defeat them completely and erect a barrier around Shayol Ghul until a safe method of dealing with the Bore was assured. 
 
Detractors pointed out that the Bore had enlarged since it was first drilled, and behind the barricade erected by the ''sa'angreal'' it would continue to grow, so that eventually the Dark One might free himself within the barrier. The barrier might well contain the Dark One when all he could do was reach through the relatively small Bore, but could it hold back the Dark One let loose? 
 
The hall of the Servants quickly divided into two camps, and those who favored one plan derided the other. 
 
Support for the use of the great ''sa'angreal'' and opposition to attempting to implant the seals centered around a woman named Latra Posae Decume. Apparently a speaker of considerable force and persuasion, she gathered a large bloc around her, but what assured her victory was an agreement she reached with every female Aes Sedai of significant strength on the side of the Light. (In the manuscript, this agreement is called "the Fateful Concord," though it was doubtful that this was the name it was generally known.) Lews Therin's plan was too rash, too dangerous, and no woman who agreed to the Concord would take part in it. As precise placement of the seals was widely thought to require a circle, that apparently killed the plan, since men cannot create a circle, but can only be brought into one created by women. Work on the ''sa'angreal'', in the form of two huge statues, was rushed forward. (1) 
 
Just as the paired ''sa'angreal'' were completed, disaster struck. The access ''ter'angreal'' were being made at a place far removed from the ''sa'angreal'' (apparently because of a danger of "uncontrolled resonances during the final stages," whatever that means), and that region was overrun by forces under Sammael. The only good point in it was that the ''ter'angreal'' themselves had been hidden and the place where they were made destroyed (its very existence had been a secret at the highest levels all along) so that neither Sammael nor anyone else for the Shadow knew that any of these things were now within their grasp. The side of the Light still had the ''sa'angreal'', but no safe way to access them; without the ''ter'angreal'' it was certain that even the strongest Aes Sedai would be burned out instantly by the huge flow of the One Power. 
 
Lews Therin argued again for his plan, acknowledging the risks but saying that was now the only chance, yet Posae maintained her opposition. Belief in the danger of misplacing the seals had spread, and many more female Aes Sedai had pledged to the "Fateful Concord," including a great number who were nowhere near strong enough to qualify for the raiding party circle. Tempers and passions rose, and an apparently unprecedented division along male-female lines began to develop among the Aes Sedai in general, if not within the Hall itself. Finally the Hall decided to continue with Latra Posae's plan, and her people began working to smuggle the access ''ter'angreal'' out of Shadow-controlled territory. (2) 
 
Almost immediately on the heels of Sammael's advance, armies commanded by Demandred and Bel'al struck heavily. At this point in the war, halting an advance by the Shadow was the best that could be hoped for; no conquered territory had been regained in the past two years. In intense and bloody fighting, these two drives were barely contained, but Demandred and Bel'al kept the pressure on. Sammael began a new offensive, also scarcely held, and there is mention of heavy military activity elsewhere. Apparently both of the great ''sa'angreal'' were threatened by these offensives; in fact, it was possible that they were the target. Massive riots swept a number of cities still held by the Light and the "re-emergence of the peace faction" is mentioned, apparently a group demanding negotiations with the Forsaken. (3) The final defeat was at hand; the will of the people to resist was fading, and should any one of the three major offensives commanded by Forsaken break through the end would be only a matter of time, perhaps as little as months. With Latra Posae's opposition continuing in the face of these events (4), and the female Aes Sedai holding to their pledge and thus making use of a circle impossible (the lines of division had hardened to a point where many female Aes Sedai refused to speak to male Aes Sedai, and the reverse as well), Lews Therin resolved to carry out his plan without the approval of, or even approaching, the Hall. Plainly it was going to be impossible to hold the huge ''sa'angreal'' long enough for the access ''ter'angreal'' to be smuggled out. In Lews Therin's view, there was no longer any choice. 
 
A group of powerful young male Aes Sedai, vocal in their arguements (apparently to the point of several times disrupting meetings of the Hall), had formed in support of Lews Therin during the struggle with Latra Posae, a group popularly called the Hundred Companions, though in actuality they numbered one hundred and thirteen at this point. As the highest military leader for the Light, Lews Therin was able to assemble a force of some ten thousand soldiers unbeknownst to the Hall. With that force and the Hundred Companions, he launched his planned attack at Shayol Ghul. 
 
Exactly what occured that day can never be known, only the results. Of the soldiers, not a single man or woman returned to give any account. The seals were placed safely, without ripping open the Dark One's prison as many opponents had feared. By chance, all thirteen of the Forsaken were at Shayol Ghul (perhaps summonded for a conference with the Dark One?), and they were trapped in the sealing, thus decapitating at one stroke the Shadow's leadership. Though most of the world was held for the Shadow, if that had been the whole result it is certain that over the next few years the Shadow would have been extinguished all across the face of the earth. Civilization had retained a large degree of cohesion in the areas held by the Light, far more so than in those held by the Shadow. Deprived of their highest levels (and also perhaps because of the loss of the Dark One's infuence) the Shadowsworn fell into struggles among themselves for power, dividing into warring, vulnerable well before the Breaking progressed to a point that made the war the least of anyone's concerns. In any case, the War of the Shadow must be said to have ended that day at Shayol Ghul. So it is generally recorded. 
 
But that was not the only result, of course. Instead, there was the counterstroke from the Dark One at the moment of sealing, and ''saidin'' itself was tainted. Lews Therin and the sixty-eight survivors of the Hundred Companions went insane on the instant. Within days they were leaving trails of death and destruction in their paths. By the time the taint on ''saidin'' was discovered, hundreds more male Aes Sedai had been driven mad, and what remained of civilization after the war itself had fallen into chaos. Even informing all the remaining sane male Aes Sedai of the danger was now impossible. That fateful day at Shayol Ghul ended the war, and began the Breaking of the World. 
 
The most suitable comment surely comes from what appears to be the introduction of the fragmentary manuscript. "Whoever read this, if any remain to read it, weep for us who have no more tears. Pray for us who are damned alive." 
 
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AUTHOR'S NOTE 
 
All volumes of 'The Complete History of the War of the Shadow' and 'The Breaking of the World' will be available by subscription upon application to Mistress Jorille Mondevin at the Palace of Aesdaishan in Chachin. 
 
The Strike at Shayol Ghul 
 
End Notes 
 
1. Speculation of the wilder sort is rife among some who call themselves historians, and the discovery of this material has resulted in the expected from the usual quarters. Would the great ''sa'angreal'' have proven effective used as Patra Posae desired? Had the seals been placed by a circle comprised of men and women together, might the men, or even ''saidin'' itself, have been protected in some fashion from the Dark One's counter stroke? Or would saidar have been tainted as well? The last possibility is enough to curdle the coldest blood, yet the fact is that events transpired as they transpired, and such speculation is no more than a fireside game to frighten the gullible. Those I speak of will know who I mean. 
 
2. According to the manuscript pages, all of the agents responsible for this smuggling were caught, though that was not known until events had far outrun anyone's plans. They were brave men and women, for although those who were not killed outright were tortured, and though some revealed the purpose of their mission, none betrayed the location of any of the access ''ter'angreal''. Still, the only real result was that the ''ter'angreal'' were widely scattered across areas held for the Shadow, their locations and even their existence to remain hidden for millennia. 
 
3. The manuscript indicates that there were several peace factions during the course of the war. Or perhaps only one, with fortunes that waxed and waned. It is clear that several times during the war this group sent parties at its own initiative to the Forsaken seeking a negotiated settlement, and that upon returning, members of each of these delegations were later discovered carrying out activities that aided the Shadow's cause, though it seems that in some instances, they were completely unaware of what they had done. It is a wonder that those people did not remember a saying that is supposed to have originated during the War of the Shadow. "There is never peace with the Shadow." 
 
4. Before her death during the Breaking (which cannot be specified from the evidence of the manuscript, unfortunately either as to time or place), Latra Posae apparently rose to a prominence which rivaled that of Lews Therin before her. During the fighting aginst the Shadowsworn before the Breaking put an end to what by that time seemed inconsequential by comparison, she gained the name Shadar Nor, best translated as "Cutter of the Shadow" or perhaps "Slicer of the Shadow" (the difficulties of precise translation from the Old Tongue, with all its multiple meanings, will always remain with us). It is thus ironic that no other document yet discovered so much as mentions her name or acomplishments. Perhaps this will serve to restore Latra Posae Decume to her proper place in history.
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The Strike at Shayol Ghul

2006-12-27T06:32:51Z

Chria al'Diene:

The Domani Incident

2006-12-01T04:05:42Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Jade Sedona'' 
A Gleeman's Tale: 
'''The Domani Incident''' 

Let me tell you a tale 
One of maidens fair 
Sit here with me 
See if you care 
A tale of a woman 
Who took a chance 
Before you know 
Her subtle glance 
The coins will roll 
The furs will sell 
Hear my story 
Catch the spell 
For when it's over 
You will know 
The clever one wins 
Come tomorrow... 
A Domani woman spots a caravan of men, and thinks to herself all naughty, with a grin. "Now is my chance, I'll make them dance.", as she saunters away with less than a glance... 
She casually strolls up to the place they were setting up camp and flashes a quick smile. The men begin to shuffle about and look at each other nervously."How do you do good lady?" one says. "is there anything I can help you with?" says another. "My throat is completely parched and I am so thirsty." Her delicate arm rises to her neck as she massages her throat. This emits her perfume from her neck so all of the men can smell it. The men all cease movement and begin to eye her curiously. "A Domani", one mumbles under his breath. "Great, that's all I need..." But, being the men they were, they all began looking frantically for a cup and wine skin. One man bows and hands her the wine. As she reaches for it, she gives a slight shiver, just like her mother taught her all her life. "it is rather chilly tonight." "Would one of you fine gentlemen fetch my cloak from that trunk on my wagon?" Two men immediately stumble over one another in the race for the trunk. The man who arrives first rummages through the clothes like someone with ill manners. He finds the cloak though, and quickly returns back to the domani woman. Shifting her body ever so enticingly, she turns to the man and accepts the cloak, touching his hands lightly as he wraps it around her. "I was just on my way to town to sell these cloaks, but my wagon has broken a wheel and I fear I will never make it to town and back in time," she says. "In time for what?" three men reply in unison "It is none of your concern, I will not worry you with silly details." Widening her eyes and looking defeated, she sighs."We don't mind at all good lady." All answer, "NO!" as they near her wagon. Well, in that case, my mother is very ill and I was going to sell these furs to buy herbs for the wisdom to heal her. "That's terrible!", exclaims one of the men. " could really use a good warm cloak, cool Fall nights ahead, ya know? 
The Domani turns herself where she seems to be facing all of the men at once. "They are of the highest quality, I sewed them myself"."Here let me show you," she says as she tosses her own cloak at one of the dumbfounded men. She then proceeds to bend slowly in front of the trunk, her dress clinging to every curve of her body. Letting nothing go for granted. While her back is turned to the men, she grabs several cloaks and holds them close to her body. Her perfume will make the cloak all but irresistable at almost any price. She whirls around allowing the dress to adhere to the movements of her body and grins at them seductively. She approaches the first man and stops only inches from his body pressing the cloak into him. She says, "feel this." Turning to the second man, she runs the cloak up his face allowing him to feel her soft skin and smell her sweet perfume.She smiles seductively at him. On and on, her cat-like movements captivated the men. None could look away. 
Without half realizing it, the men were reaching for their coin purses. Arguing, the men tried to out bid one another. The Domani woman turns and sighs..."if only I had eight gold marks, I would be able to buy the medicine and make the journey home." The menquit bidding and started to tell one another how much of the eight gold marks he would pay. 
She boarded her wagon after collecting almost fifteen gold marks, and headed back the direction she came from. The men all stared after. Just then, her 'spell' wore off and reality hit them. "We just got shafted by a woman! These cloaks cost twice as much as they should have!" Another man echoes,"And her wagon wheel wasn't broken either!"They all shrug to them selves and carry on with their duties. "We didn't even get her name..." 
Now is the time 
For morals and lessons 
Fancy words 
Second guessing 
But in the end 
All said and done 
Nothing new here 
Not under the sun 
Nothing new here 
She'll keep you on the run... 

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The Harp Mamma

2006-12-01T04:03:31Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
Crowd sitting next to me, 
As always in the Warder and Hen 
The say, Sedai, will you play me a melody 
We're not very sure how it goes, 
It was the one you were playing yesterday, 
Till we got distracted by somebody's close *PANTS* 
Play us a song, your Mysratl mama' 
Playes us a tune tonight 
For we're all in the mood for a melody 
And Lit'l Failli keeps us up all night.. 
Now Jannye at the bar is a frind of mine 
And she gets me my herbs for free 
And it is no joke 
That that guy with a cloak 
Was the Amylin's gaidin, you see... 
Play us a song, your Mysratl mama' 
Playes us a tune tonight 
For we're all in the mood for a melody 
And Lit'l Failli keeps us up all Night.. 
Now Jorryn is a Brown Sister 
and books are her whole life 
and she's taking to Morni 
who yells every morning 
At mitives Novices in white 
Play us a song, your Mysratl mama' 
Play us a tune tonight 
For we're all in the mood for a melody 
And Lit'l Failli keeps us up all Night.. 
And though Witesr is Praing spert weves 
as An Accepted slows down 
She's pouring a drink, they call 
Linon Fish 
But it's better thenlLinking alone *what it rimes dosn't?* 
Play us a song, your Mysratl mama' 
Play us a tune tonight 
For we're all in the mood for a melody 
And Lit'l Failli keeps us up all Night.. 
It a very good crowd for a feast day 
And The Amyrlin, she gives me a simer 
For she know that for us 
this is the place to be 
To forget about real fife for awhile 
And the harp is somns like an Manngery 
and the Amadcatoin weve takes like a beer 
And they sit at the bar 
and "hey, shut up so I can hear!" 

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The Keeper Did A Hunting Go

2006-12-01T04:01:16Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
The Keeper did a hunting go 
And her fringed shawl tied up in a bow 
To find where A novice did go 
Among the leaves so green-o. 
Accepted, hoy(Keeper?) 
Sing ye well (Very well) 
Come round(Go round) 
Derry derry down 
Noices Have you seen O 
To go, hey, round round (To go ho round round ) 
Hey Round (Ho Round) 
Seaching all around 
Among the leaves so green-o 
The first child, she did cross the plain, 
The Keeper fetched her back again. 
Where she is now, she sits with pain, 
Far from the leaves so green O 
'''CHORUS''' 
The next one she did cross the brook. 
The Keeper fetched her back with a hook. 
She is scrubbing now, you may go and look 
Far from the leaves so green-o. 
'''CHORUS''' 
The Keeper did a hunting go. 
In the woods she caught then all, o. 
They look so sad but they again never go. 
Among the leaves so green-o. 

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The Longest Time

2006-12-01T03:58:52Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, for the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh, for the longest 
If they'd just stop pestering me tonight 
Then I could actually sit down and write 
What else could I do, I'm only on chapter two 
This book takes the longest time 
Once I thought my audience was gone 
Now I know that The Wheel of Time goes on 
That's where inspiration found me, and now it pours out of me 
But still, this book takes the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, for the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh, for the longest 
Your voice that says when you call 
"A miracle if your finish at all" 
But that's not how it will be oo, if I can get though chapter two 
But still it will take the longest time 
You say this takes too long 
But when the plot feels right, who cares how long? 
Maybe I've been thinking too hard 
But it's gone wonderful so 
isn't *that* what you hope for? 
Who knows how much further we'll go on 
But we'll both be sorry when it's gone 
I'll take my chances, just see how nice the rest is 
Still this book takes the longest time 
You been there since the start 
And you know all my words by heart 
Now I know it's completed this far 
It's wonderful so far 
And it's more than you hoped for 
I don't care what consequence it brings 
I have learned not to rush things 
I'm trying so bad, still I think you ought to know that 
I intend to take the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, for the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh, for the longest time 
Oh, oh, oh... 

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The Maid's Song

2006-12-01T03:57:21Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Thalion Krisman'' 
In the royal palace of Caemlyn's heart 
I did, find such a lovely girl, 
roundest hips and oh so smart 
Me gave her a trinket, tossed her up in a whirl 
My, my, what a devious girl 
The moon in her eyes 
The sun in her kiss 
My, my, what a delightful bliss 
A domani, oh Light, be no match for her 
Indeed, she be a devious girl... 
Her words like honey, her touch like fire 
Her round, graceful hips, 
is all men desire... 
The moon in her eyes... 
The sun in her kiss... 
My, my, what a delightful bliss... 
Now, raise your glasses, both friend and foe, 
This be the song of the maiden that soared 
She be what all men adore... 
My, my, what a devious girl... 
She be the one that made my head whirl... 
The moon in her eyes... 
The sun in her kiss... 
My, my, her bed was indeed a welcome bliss... 
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The Olde Warder and Hen

2006-12-01T03:52:35Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Jaim al`Bearach'' 
It's this Friday night in the Olde Warder and Hen.. 
it's rowdy and loud and filled with mayhem.. 
there are Gaidin, Accepted, Soldiers and Aes Sedai at play.. 
whilst Novices and Recruits enjoy their free days.. 
The Citizens are present under Constable Kyla's watchful eye.. 
and the Mayor looks on smiling as he passes on by.. 
So this sets the scene as we wait for one more guest.. 
Jaim al`Bearach, that incorrigible rogue aka as the pest! 
First stop for our rogue are the wonderful Whites.. 
whos puzzles of logic confound you all night.. 
There's Raleien and Shyana, both having good fun.. 
whilst their twisters and teasers baffle everyone.. 
Second stop for our rogue are the studious Browns.. 
who're thorougly enjoying their night on the town.. 
there's Elyna the Keeper and her amazing staff.. 
always helpful, considerate and good for a laugh.. 
Third stop for our rogue are the glorious Yellows.. 
their cookies and teas make you merry and mellow.. 
There's Faylinn and Inanna who're healers of the best.. 
I'm nearly convinced they could even heal death.. 
Fourth stop for our rogue are the smiling Grays.. 
they almost make me want to better my ways.. 
There's Jenarra and Melearlin always calm and collected.. 
yet they often surprise me by doing something unexpected.. 
Fifth stop for our rogue is the one that he dreads.. 
for it is time to go visit with the awesome Reds.. 
There's Yenie and Morwynna with a new batch of hot wax.. 
telling some poor Citizen it won't hurt a bit just relax.. 
Sixth stop for our rogue are the amazing Blues.. 
who's plots and exploits often appear in the news.. 
There's Mhor and Manora engaged in small talk.. 
Whilst Blue Warder wannabe's attempt the buff walk.. 
Seventh stop for our rogue are the stunning Greens.. 
who are relaxed whilst poised for action it seems.. 
There's Faeril, Ne'Mireth, Aryawnah and Lexie.. 
all standing around looking ever so sexy.. 
Last stop for our rogue is Mother so serene.. 
enjoying herself, looking more than a queen.. 
her 7 banded stole neatly arranged on her shoulders.. 
she watches all of her children from youngest to oldest.. 
I stop before her and raise my glass in toast.. 
to you, to everyone here and to those I love most.. 
A Happy New Year to you all, may it bring you the best.. 
but now I must be off to my bed for some rest.. 
As I depart with a smile and with my head held high.. 
an amazing thing has happened and I'll tell you why.. 
I managed to spend an entire night without going on report.. 
yippee.. no punishment caused by a silly retort.. 
So spare a thought for me as we lie in our beds.. 
when dreams of tomorrow rush through our sweet heads.. 
there may yet be hope for the one known as the pest.. 
if he continues like this he'll be one of the best.. 
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The Night Before Christmas (Tar Valon Style)

2006-12-01T03:48:20Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Melana al'Cairera'' 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Tower 
Not a Sister was stirring, nor channeling the Power; 
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 
In hopes that the Lana soon would be there; 
The novices were nestled all snug in their beds, 
While visions of honeycakes danced in their heads; 
And Mother in her stole, and the warder in her lap, 
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, 
When out over the city there arose such a clatter, 
They all sprang from their beds to see what was the matter. 
Away to the windows they flew like a flash, 
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, 
When, what with their wondering eyes should they see, 
But a big cozy blue sleigh, and eight giant s'rediti, 
With a cute cozy driver waving a banana, 
They knew in a moment it must be the Lana. 
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came, 
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; 
"Now, BILLY! now, ALFRED! now, LYSEBL? and BAIJAN! 
On, RAFO! on LOLA! on, LEO and SHERMAN! 
To the top of the Tower! Over the bright shining wall! 
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" 
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, 
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, 
With the sleigh full of coal, and Lana Sedai too. 
And then, in a twinkling, they all heard from the top 
The sound of eight s'rediti coming to a stop 
As they drew in their hands, and were turning around, 
Down the chimney the Lana came with a bound. 
She was dressed all in silk, from her head to her foot, 
And her clothes were not at all tarnished with ashes or soot; 
A bundle of coal she had flung on her back, 
And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack. 
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her big smile, how merry! 
Her cheeks were like roses; she was not all that scary! 
Her cozy li'l mouth was drawn up like a bow, 
And the white of her teeth was as white as the snow; 
A basket of brownies she held tight in her hand 
and bottles of Baileys, of the bestest brand; 
She had a cute li'l face and a li'l flat belly, 
That didn't really shake when she laughed, unlike some jelly 
She was clever and smart, a right jolly ol' Blue 
And they laughed when they saw her, yep, t'is quite true. 
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head, 
Soon had them believing they had nothing to dread; 
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, 
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 
And laying her finger aside of her nose 
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose; 
She glided to the sleigh, to her team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 
But they heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight, 
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!" 

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Old Tongue Poetry

2006-10-21T03:36:55Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Various'' 
 
'''A note from the editor;''' 
 
In this old tongue section of the library I would like to present the endeavours of my old tongue class. Their collective creativity has made my class a success and has ultimately had an impact on people's attitudes towards the classes. I enjoyed tremendously teaching these spectacular individuals, each with their own characteristics, and small quirks that make their work unique. I would like to take the oppertunity to thank Neisa Alibrylla for her tremendous work on the old tongue dictionaries, a resource that we all leaned very heavily upon. I would also like to thank the people who participated in this exercise, Laurienne in particular (who met every last one of my challenges). However you are all tremendous and deserve your places here in the halls of the library. I am proud of each and every one of you. Please enjoy the beautiful and creative spirits that the tower has to offer, I will be adding to this as my classes progress, and hopefully you will join in, and leave your own mark for those to gaze upon years from now. 
 
Thank you. 
 
~ al'Therian Aventaan, Dai M'Hael 
 
 
'''Tinnlin Fundon''' 
 
''Ye, al'cal alatin al'ashen, isain an al'cor.'' 
I, the red brother of the sword, is of the night 
 
''Al'cor isain sin ti al alatin al'ashen.'' 
The night is he to the brother of the sword 
 
''Al cal ashen isain al ashen dal cor.'' 
The red sword is the sword of the night 
 
 
'''Laurienne Corana''' 
 
''Mia alcair aldazar isain ya a'vron al'cor.'' 
My golden eagle is a watcher of the night. 
 
''Al'hailene isain mahdi'in'd'daishar.'' 
The forerunners are seekers of glory. 
 
''Iro isain alantin'd'ma'shar a'gai.'' 
We are brothers of the blood in battle. 
 
 
''''Ballad'''' 
 
''Alcair daishar'inde a'al'rahien d'ma'sora'd'sin'' 
(No golden glory at the dawn of his life) 
''A'doon'cor d'mordero'e'dai'' 
(A black night of death and battle) 
''Aan'allein, a'al'manshima'd'sin'e'al'gai'd'mael'inde'' 
(One man alone, with his sword and the hopeless war) 
''Kiserai a'sa'shaidar isain al'ailen'd'sin'' 
(His destiny is glory in great darkness) 
 
''Tai'shar Malkier, tarmon car'' 
(True blood of Malkier, last king) 
''Sin daghain atha'an'd'ma'Shai'tan'' 
(People of the Dark One fear him) 
''Miere ti miere, sin isain a'carai'' 
(From ocean to ocean, he is honoured) 
''Al'da'es dai m'hael, al'Lan Mandragoran'' 
(The great battle leader, al'Lan Mandragoran) 
 
''Aan Aes Sedai val al'ashan'd'sin'' 
(His sword guards one Servant of All) 
''Al'ashan'd'gaidin'' 
(The sword of a Battle Brother) 
''Al'cova d'ma'cuebiyar'd'sin isain sovya'' 
(Another is the owner of his heart) 
''al'cuebiyar'd'mashiara'' 
(The heart of a beloved) 
 
''Sene al'dazar donde al'dieb, al'caba'd'sin donde sin'' 
(As the eagle rides the wind, he rides his horse) 
''Shain ga aiel ti al'cue'e'souvra'd'sin'' 
(His heart and mind is dedicated to peace) 
''Mera daghain sin, aan jenn algai a'Tarmon Gaidon'' 
(He fears nothing, one true fighter in The Last Battle) 
''Ayende isain mordero, ti al'Lan Mandragoran'' 
(Death is a release, to al'Lan Mandragoran) 
 
 
'''Eveanyn al'Grace''' 
 
''Al'allende chalinda isain ayende.'' 
The forward sweet girl is freedom. 
 
''Tia al'dore al sa'sara isain cueran.'' 
To the dancer, the dance of all dances is of the heart. 
 
''Al domorakoshi al'Ellisande isain da'shain.'' 
The language of the Rose of the Sun is true peace. 
 
 
'''Leora Oldessroth''' 
 
''Ye misain aiel ti mia daren.'' 
I am dedicated to my sisters. 
 
''Govane isain jenn kiserai?'' 
What is true glory? 
 
''Al'soe'feia isain al asha'man d'ayende.'' 
The truth speaker is the guardian of freedom. 
 
 
'''Anirfyan Dayen''' 
 
''Sha'aiel tia carai car'a'carn'' 
She who is deicated to honor the chief of chiefs. 
 
''Daien Cueran jenn ji allein'' 
Battles of the heart truly honor man 
 
''Ye al'serenla misain ninte m'hael'' 
I stubborn daughter am your leader 
 
 
'''Tzirena Widren''' 
 
''Ye al'soe feia cueran'' 
I am the truth speaker of the heart 
 
''Mahdi an da'shain'' 
Seeker of the True Peace 
 
''Ye misain a'chalinde tia a'dar'' 
I am a sweet girl who is a sister. 
 
 
'''Naeris Vell'sean''' 
 
''al'Chalinda ain al'cova d'mi sora.'' 
The sweet girl is the owner of my life. 
 
''al'souvrfa d'al'allein toh calichniye al'shain'' 
the mind of the man must welcome the peace 
 
''a'atha d'shain isainde cova d'a'ashan'' 
a person of peace isn't owner of a sword 
 
 
'''Marek Ozziman''' 
 
''Al'Caballein misain ye valon sora.'' 
I am the free man that guards life. 
 
''Ain'dornat Al'ashan al'caballein.'' 
The sword of the free man is a hunting creature. 
 
''Valon sora dornat.'' 
A hunting creature that guards life. 
 
 
'''Sayerin''' 
 
''Al'cova d'ma aman misain ye.'' 
I am the owner of the dragon. 
 
''Misain sa'shain.'' 
I am in peace. 
 
''Sa souvraya mi ayende ain.'' 
My freedom is in my own mind. 
 
''Do miere al'dieb lyet.'' 
The wind comes over the ocean. 
 
 
'''Ilenna Aramiz''' 
 
''Souvraya isain mia tai valon.'' 
My own mind is my true guard. 
 
''Shain val no, tsingu ma choba al'anar nosane d'serenlan.'' 
Peace guard me, I am unworthy (do not deserve) the foolish speech of stubborn daughters. 
 
''Dovienya domashita al'drelle mia sora.'' 
Luck warms the river of my life. 
 
 
'''Marek and Anirfyan''' 
 
''Al Manetherendrelle logoth'' 
(the waters of the mountain home waiting) 
''Logoth far al'caldazar'' 
(waiting for the red eagle) 
''Far daishar domashita mia cuebiyar'' 
(for glory warms my heart) 
''Far daishar an rahein'' 
(for glory of the dawn) 
 
'''Chorus:''' 
''Iro corenne ti manetheren'' 
(We will return to our mountain home) 
''Iro corenne ti manetheren'' 
(We will return to our mountain home) 
''Al'duadhe logoth an choba'' 
(The waters wait for us) 
 
''Al'caldazar corenne'' 
(the red eagle returns) 
''Far daishar al'caldazar'' 
(For glory of the red eagle) 
''Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyar'' 
(My heart holds no fear for death) 
''Far daishar tarmon gai'don'' 
(For glory at the last battle) 
 
'''Chorus:''' 
''Iro corenne ti al'manetheren'' 
(We will return to the mountain home) 
''Iro corenne ti al'manetheren'' 
(We will return to the mountain home) 
''Al'duadhe logoth an choba'' 
(The waters wait for us) 
 
''Al'hama n'dore calichniye manetheren'' 
(The mountain dancers welcome us to our mountain home) 
''Kiserai corenne tia manetheren'' 
(Glory returns to the mountian home) 
''rhyagelle tia manetheren'' 
(those who come home to the mountain home) 
''Kiserai al'â„¢caldazar corenne manetheren'' 
(Glory the red eagle returns to the mountain home) 
 
'''Chorus:''' 
''Iro corenne ti al'manetheren'' 
(We will return to the mountain home) 
''Iro corenne ti al'manetheren'' 
(We will return to the mountain home) 
''Al'duadhe logoth an choba'' 
(The waters wait for us) 
 
 
'''Tzirena and Sayerin''' 
 
''Al Aman Ain Cab'' (The Dragon is free) 
 
'''1st verse '''
''Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyar'' 
''Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyar'' (My heart holds no fear for death) 
''al aman cab ain rhadiem'' (the dragon is free prepare) 
''Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyar'' 
 
'''chorus''' 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''al'aman cab ain rhadiem'' 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' [prepare, prepare] 
''Al'aman cab ain Rhadiem'' [the dragon is free prepare] 
 
'''2.''' ''Lyet, miere, al'aman calichnie'' 
''Lyet, miere, al'aman calichnie'' (Come, people, welcome the Dragon) 
''Sa ji kodome lyet,'' (come here in honor) 
''al'aman cab ain, al'aman calichnie'' 
 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''al aman cab ain rhadiem'' 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''Al'aman cab ain , al'aman calichnie'' 
 
'''3rd verse ''' 
''Aesdaishar tia dai los con d'ayende'' 
''Aesdaishar tia dai los con d'ayende'' (glory to all to battle forward the banner of freedom) 
''Avron allen aven corenne'' (Watchers on the hill call return) 
''Aesdaishar tia dia los con d'ayende'' 
 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''al aman cab ain rhadiem'' 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''Al'aman cab ain , al'aman al'cyndane ain'' (the Dragon is the last chance) 
 
'''4th verse''' 
''Al'aman miere, los caba'drin!'' (People of the dragon, cavalry forward) 
''tia tarmon gai'don'' (to the last battle) 
''Al'aman dar e din,'' (brothers and sisters of the dragon) 
''al'aman al'cyndane ain.'' (the dragon is the last chance) 
 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''al aman cab ain rhadiem'' 
''Rhadiem, Rhadiem'' 
''Al'aman cab ain , tia tarmon gai'don.'' 
 
 
'''Laurienne and Ilenna''' 
 
'''Verse 1''' 
''Los caba'drin, mahdi'in d kiserai.'' 
(Forward the calvary, seekers of glory:) 
''Al'shaidar d'cor concion tia gai'don.'' 
(A summons to battle in the dark of night.) 
''Mia cuebiyar isain a caba'drin,'' 
(My heart is a horseman,) 
''Inde caba donde, hei sin ca al'yet'' 
(No horse to ride, always he comes.) 
''Los caba'drin, mahdi'in d kiserai.'' 
(Forward the calvary, seekers of glory.) 
 
'''Chorus''' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
(Return to me, my lost love.) 
 
'''Verse 2 ''' 
''Los al'drin, al'rahien ain lyet'' 
(Forward the soldiers, the dawn is come) 
''Con'in d'mordero isain de'e'dieb'' 
(Sun and wind are banners of death) 
''Al'aven da ma'purvene, a souvra da mia mashiara'' 
(The call of the horn, in the mind of my beloved) 
''Isain alcair domorakoshi d'ma chalin'da d'sin'' 
(Is the golden language of his sweet girl) 
''Los al'drin, al'rahien ain lyet'' 
(Forward the soldiers, the dawn is come) 
 
'''Chorus''' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
(Return to me, my lost love.) 
 
'''Verse 3''' 
''Los algai, daghain inde al'gai'' 
(Forward the fighters, without fear of battle) 
''Al'car shara drelle, a mandarb da'mia cuea'cova'' 
(The red river of blood, under the blade of my heart-owner) 
''Govane da sin ya? Calichniye ain mordero'' 
(What of his own? Death is welcome) 
''Rhygelle logoth misain ye'' 
(I am waiting for those who come home) 
''Los algai, daghain inde al'gai'' 
(Forward the fighters, without fear of battle) 
 
'''Chorus''' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
''Corenne ti no, mia mashiara.'' 
(Return to me, my lost love.) 
 
 
'''Tinnlin and Leora''' 
 
'''Tinnlin:''' 
 
''Chalinda, Ninte calichniye no domashitsa.'' (Sweet girl, Your welcome warms me) 
''Sa souvraya niende misain ye.'' ( I am lost in my own mind) 
''Tsinfo ma choshih'' ( You honor me) 
''Chalinda al'cor'' (Sweet girl of the night) 
''Asa ain mi tar valon'' (You are my tower that protects) 
''Tsingu ma choba'' ( I am unworthy) 
 
'''Leora:''' 
 
''Mi gaidin cueran'' (my battle brother of the heart) 
''Carai e kiserai lyet ti asa'' (honor and glory come to you) 
''Asa domashita mi cuebiyar'' (you warm my heart) 
''Aan allein, sin gai an aes'' (one man he battles for all) 
''Tsingu ma choba'' (I am unworthy) 
 
'''Chorus:''' 
 
'''Tinnlin:''' 
''Asa ain mi mandarb'' (You are my blade) 
 
'''Leora:''' 
''Asa ain mi Aethan'' (You are my shields) 
 
'''Both:''' 
''Asa ain mi Rahien'' (You are my dawn) 
''Asa ain mi cuebiyar'' (You are my heart) 
''Asa ain mi mael'' (You are my hope) 
 
'''Tinnlin:''' ''Chalinda, Ninte calichniye no domashitsa.'' (Sweet girl, Your welcome warms me) 
'''Leora:''' ''Mi gaidin cueran'' (my battle brother of the heart) 
'''Tinnlin:''' ''Sa souvraya niende misain ye.'' ( I am lost in my own mind) 
'''Leora:''' ''Carai e kiserai lyet ti asa'' (honor and glory come to you) 
'''Tinnlin:''' ''Tsinfo ma choshih'' ( You honor me) 
'''Leora:''' ''Asa domashita mi cuebiyar'' (you warm my heart) 
'''Tinnlin:''' ''Asa ain mi tar valon'' (You are my tower that protects) 
'''Leora:''' ''Aan'allein, sin gai an aes'' (one man he battles for all) 
'''Both:''' ''Tsingu ma choba'' (I am unworthy) 
 
'''Chorus:''' 
 
'''Tinnlin:''' 
''Asa ain mi mandarb'' (You are my blade) 
 
'''Leora:''' 
''Asa ain mi Aethan'' (You are my shields) 
 
'''Both:''' 
''Asa ain mi Rahien'' (You are my dawn) 
''Asa ain mi cuebiyar'' (You are my heart) 
''Asa ain mi mael'' (You are my hope) 

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Old Tongue Poetry

2006-10-21T03:36:30Z

Chria al'Diene:

Oh, Oosquai

2006-10-21T03:08:53Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Eleyan Al'Landerin'' 
 
Oh Oosquai! Oh Oosquai! Oh Oosquai, I cry! 
If I don't get my Oosquai, I surely will die!! 
 
If the sea were all Oosquai, and I were a duck, 
I would dive to the bottom and never come up! 
 
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry, 
It's Oosquai alone that can make this man cry. 
 
Oh Oosquai, oh Oosquai, you're no friend to me. 
You killed my poor Daddy, like hell you'll get me! 

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Listen to the Rhythm

2006-10-21T03:07:20Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
 
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, 
Telling me just what a fool I've been. 
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain, 
I've been left alone again. 
 
Now my roommate has gone away. 
Looking for a brand new start! 
But little did I know that when she left that day. 
Along with her she took along the tarts. 
 
Hey, please tell me now, does that seem fair? 
For her to get away; when she don't care. 
That I'm deep in trouble, now that she's far away. 
 
Hey, won't you remind her what I still know; 
Enough to get her back a glow. 
And if the Aes Sedai ever knew. 
They'll bring her in now that she's run away. 
 
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, 
Telling me just what a fool I've been. 
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain, 
I've been left alone again. 
 
Oh listen to the rain rain 
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh 
Listen, listen to the falling rain 
Pitter patter pitter patter, Oh 
Listen, listen to the falling rain 
Pitter patter pitter patter

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Lone Gaidin (Renegade Rewrite)

2006-10-21T03:07:01Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Willam Cambrae'' 
 
'''Lone Gaidin (Renegade-Styx)''' 
 
Oh Mother I'm in fear for my life 
From the Hand of the Light 
Lord Captain of the Light has caught me 
And I'm so far from the Tower 
Oh Mother I can hear you a crying 
You're so scared and all alone 
Hangman is coming down from the gallows 
And I don't have very long 
 
This jig is up the news is out 
They've finally found me 
The Lone Gaiden who had it made 
Retrieved for a bounty 
Never more to Serve Aes Sedai 
This will be the end today of the wanted man 
 
Oh Mother I've been years in your service 
And had a high price on my head 
Lord Captain said get him dead or alive 
Now it's for sure he'll see me dead 
Dear Mother I can hear you a crying 
You're so scared and all alone 
Hangman is coming down from the gallows 
And I don't have very long 
 
This jig is up the news is out 
They've finally found me 
The Gaidin who had it made 
Retrieved for a bounty 
Never more to serve Aes Sedai 
The Hand will have revenge today 
On the wanted man 

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Lost in Tar Valon

2006-10-21T03:06:40Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
 
I woke up early today. 
Yawned like an out stretched eagle's talon. 
Went for a walk outside my room, 
Well I must have taken a wrong turn down that hall, 
And now I'm lost in Tar Valon. 
 
Lost in Tar Valon 
Lost in Tar Valon 
 
I walked down a marble corridor. 
Climbed up 5 flights of stairs. 
Looked for the lavatory, oh, what a shock! 
Thank the Light my Mother taught me to knock! 
And now I'm lost in Tar Valon. 
 
Lost in Tar Valon 
Lost in Tar Valon 
 
I was down in the basement 2 hours past noon. 
Back in the Pigeon Loft. 
And Sun's setting soon. 
I went through the kitchens to find the Garden door. 
Oh Light, I don't think I can take much more! 
And now I'm lost in Tar Valon. 
 
Lost in Tar Valon 
Lost in Tar Valon 
 
The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. 
And the Wheel of Time is woven around Tar Valon. 
But someone has been pulling those warp threads too tight. 
Did I turn left when I shoud have turned right? 
And it happens EVERY bloody night- 
That I get lost in Tar Valon. 
 
And now I'm lost in Tar Valon. 
Lost in Tar Valon. 
Somebody help me, please! (spoken) 
I'm lost in the White Tower of Tar Valon. (all together)

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Moiraine's Song (Greensleeves Rewrite)

2006-10-21T03:06:18Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Kitan Tataru'' 
 
Oh, Rand al'Thor, why will you not listen to my counseling? 
I'm Aes Sedai and I know right, yet you go off a wand'ring. 
You must, you must listen to me, for I know all the prophecies. 
I alone can keep you whole, Rand al'Thor, Dragon Reborn. 
 
Click [http://the-muses.net/library/moirainessong.mp3 HERE] to listen to the music! 

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Never To Be Bonded?

2006-10-21T03:05:58Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Zara Ravenwood'' 
 
Never to be bonded. 
Is that what the Wheel weaves for me? 
To dance without a partner, 
in this lonely sea? 
 
Am I not powerful enough? 
Do I wear too high cut a dress? 
Am I simply boring? 
Is it because my quarters are such a mess? 
(Spoken: It's not my fault, really, this Novice let loose all the 
pigeons in there and the frogs and....) 
 
Never to be bonded. 
Is that what the Wheel weaves for me? 
To dance without a partner, 
in this lonely sea? 
 
What man will be bonded to me. 
I'm a Gray, not a Red! 
An Aes Sedai without a Warder is 
like jam without the bread. 
 
Never to be bonded. 
Is that what the Wheel weaves for me? 
To dance without a partner, 
in this lonely sea? 
 
Perhaps I'm just too desperate. 
Perhaps I'm just too fleet. 
It's very hard to find a Warder. 
When you follow the Way of the Leaf.

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Never To Be Bonded?

2006-10-21T03:05:13Z

Chria al'Diene:

Moiraine's Song (Greensleeves Rewrite)

2006-10-21T03:03:05Z

Chria al'Diene:

Lost in Tar Valon

2006-10-21T02:59:29Z

Chria al'Diene:

Lone Gaidin (Renegade Rewrite)

2006-10-21T02:57:32Z

Chria al'Diene:

Lone Gaidin (Renegade Rewrite)

2006-10-21T02:57:06Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Willam Cambrae'' 
 
'''Lone Gaidin (Renegade-Styx)''' 
 
Oh Mother I'm in fear for my life 
From the Hand of the Light 
Lord Captain of the Light has caught me 
And I'm so far from the Tower 
Oh Mother I can hear you a crying 
You're so scared and all alone 
Hangman is coming down from the gallows 
And I don't have very long 
 
This jig is up the news is out 
They've finally found me 
The Lone Gaiden who had it made 
Retrieved for a bounty 
Never more to Serve Aes Sedai 
This will be the end today of the wanted man 
 
Oh Mother I've been years in your service 
And had a high price on my head 
Lord Captian said get him dead or alive 
Now it's for sure he'll see me dead 
Dear Mother I can hear you a crying 
You're so scared and all alone 
Hangman is coming down from the gallows 
And I don't have very long 
 
This jig is up the news is out 
They've finally found me 
The Gaiden who had it made 
Retrieved for a bounty 
Never more to serve Aes Sedai 
The Hand will have revenge today 
On the wanted man 

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

Listen to the Rhythm

2006-10-21T02:54:26Z

Chria al'Diene:

The Queen Elayne (Song)

2006-10-20T06:47:41Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Kitan Tataru'' 
'''(''God Save the Queen'' rewrite)''' 
She sits on the Lion Throne 
She rules Andor, our home 
The Queen Elayne. 
She is Green Aes Sedai 
She holds our banner high 
Tho' Tarmon Gai'don grows nigh, 
The Queen Elayne. 
 
She was our Daughter-Heir 
Then Morgase wasn't there 
The Queen Elayne. 
En'mies came from all around 
But she still beat them down 
To claim the Rose Crown 
The Queen Elayne. 
 
Click [http://the-muses.net/library/elayne.mp3 HERE] to get the music. 
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The Red Sister's Toes

2006-10-20T06:38:47Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Jaim al`Bearach'' 
 
''Written shortly after the unofficial tower party in Royden UK (Feb 4-6 2005). Inspired by Lifa Sedai who apparently has lovely toes.'' 
 
There's something amazing about Lifa Sedai's toes, 
I've got a fixation with them and my how it shows.. 
They're small and they're neat and I bet they'd taste sweet, 
Oh how I love playing with her wonderful feet.. 
Each one of those toes is a pure work of art, 
when I hold them in my hands you hear my pulsating heart.. 
Just stroking them lightly or massaging them well, 
it bothers me not for they sure didn't smell.. 
At the UK Tower Party I quickly seized my chance, 
By giving them more than a cursory glance.. 
I touched them and stroked them and tickled them too, 
Oh how glad I was when she took off her shoes.. 
Now I really don't know what Lifa Sedai made of this, 
I guess I was fortunate she didn't get pissed.. 
But now I must wait til the next time we meet, 
So I can continue my obsession with her wonderful feet! 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

The Reddest Rose of the Tower

2006-10-20T06:36:48Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Oryn Riker'' 
 
As red as the rose, 
Her heart's made of gold, 
A friend you can lean on, 
A hand you can hold. 
 
Someone to guide you, 
Help show you the way, 
A shoulder to cry on, 
Chases sadness away. 
 
Her justice is swift, 
Just don't make her mad, 
She'll even feel sorry, 
For the beating you had. 
 
Who is this angel, 
Of which I write?, 
Masayna Damara Aes Sedai, 
And I quote: "Go Light!" 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

To Love A Saldaean Lady

2006-10-20T06:35:40Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Jorryn Varna'' 
 
Be strong, so that I may be strong too 
Make me a part of all you do 
Defend me and depend on me 
And I will always be true. 
 
Count on me through it all 
I'll make haste to answer your call 
In peace and in battle I'll be at your side 
And raise your sword if you should fall 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Tower Burning

2006-10-20T06:34:23Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Haladir Vadin'' 
 
'''Tower Burning''' 
'''Lyrics by Haladir Vadin''' 
'''Tune of "Burn" by Deep Purple''' 
 
The sky is red, I don't understand, 
past midnight I still see the land. 
People are sayin' the Dragon is damned, 
he makes them burn with a wave of his hand. 
The myrdraal's a blaze, he is using balefire. 
The Dragon's flames are reaching higher. 
We were fools, we called him leader. 
All he says is "Burn!" 
 
I didn't believe he was Car'a'carn. 
he said, "Curse you Lews, it's my head you'll learn! 
When I kill there's no return." 
The darkfriends laughed till he said, "Burn!" 
Tarmon Gaidin came, no one played fair. 
Earth was shakin', we stood and stared. 
The Dark-one came no one was spared. 
But the dragon said "Burn!" 
 
Shai'tan killed the Aes Sedai, 
we could not even fight. 
Shai'tan killed the Aes Sedai. 
 
Dragon killed the Aes Sedai, 
we could not even fight. 
Dragon killed the Aes Sedai. 
 
Amyrlin is dead, we don't have a chance, 
past doomsday I still see Rand. 
People are sayin' the Dragon is mad, 
he made her burn with a wave of his hand. 
Madness came, no one cared. 
the Tower shakin, Rand stood and stared. 
When Rand came no one was spared. 
All he said was "Burn!" 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Tower Voice and Announcements

2006-10-20T06:32:07Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Seandre ay'Luthien'' 
 
''To the tune of Postman Pat ''
 
Tower Voice, Tower Voice 
That is Mellyn Aes Sedai 
Always posting raisings, 
keeping steady gazings, 
out for people going LOA 
 
As we know this is important stuff 
'else you might get stricken from the records when away 
Know of a raising then just wait and see 
she'll announce it in the forum and as fast as it can be 
 
Tower Voice, Tower Voice 
Don't you try to do her job 
Would spread out confusion, 
could start some delusion 
No, let her do her job cuz she knows best 
 
Even if you're really excited for some, 
near-sibling or someone you that you care about a lot 
Wait for Mellyn comes to announce the fact, 
or else things could get all mixed up and we do not want that! 
 
Tower Voice, Tower Voice 
Bringing happy news for us 
She's always updated, 
announcements never lated 
Sharing every one with me and you 
 
Melly Aes Sedai really enjoys her job, 
so don't be mean by doing what is hers by right 
This song is a little reminder, 
so you and me will know better instead of messing up 
 
Tower Voice, Tower Voice 
Does her job in the best ways 
I'm sorry about my doings 
I did deserve the shooing 
Won't ever try to take your job again 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Warders Wear Ribbons

2006-10-20T06:30:02Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Arthaine Dasin'' 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
In Tar Valon, they say. 
They shine in the sun 
On a bright summer's day. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When out in the snow 
So Greens can see Warders 
Wherever they go. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
While reading a book 
Though Browns would still like them 
However they look. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
To please their dear White 
And brighten her theories 
Of Shadow and Light. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When out in the woods 
So Yellows can find them 
To carry plant goods. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When bonded a Gray 
And cheer up tense meetings 
With the small talk they say. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When riding with Blues 
In fighting for cause, he's 
So dapper, can't lose. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
Though Reds always stare 
And wonder 'bout that thing 
He wears in his hair. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When out on the field 
Their hair is so lovely 
That opponents must yield. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
While taking a bath 
For the Sister who loves him 
Would never dare laugh. 
 
Warders wear ribbons 
When they lay down for bed 
For if sleep is broken 
They'll be fighting instead. 
 
No Warders wear ribbons 
When down at the bar 
For that would be going 
Just a little too far! 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

What My Darling Said to Me

2006-10-20T06:26:28Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Authors: Ban alSeen, Willam Cambrae, Darian Coralis'' 
 
On the day of the dark sky 
My darling said to me 
go push back the blight 
and don't ask me why 
 
My duty is heavier than a mountain 
my death is as light as a feather 
we'll push the darkness back 
and nevermind the weather 
 
On the day of the dark sky 
My darling said to me 
go push back the blight 
and don't ask me why 
 
Go out with your mace and sword 
because death is yours to wield 
and you'll come home successful 
or you'll come home on your shield 
 
On the day of the dark sky 
My darling said to me 
go push back the blight 
and don't ask me why 
 
I walked into the blight 
the darkness to push back 
I thought about my bride 
and of her wearing black 
 
On the day of the dark sky 
My darling said to me 
go push back the blight 
and don't ask me why 
 
From Shayol Ghul to Ebou Dar 
We'll keep the darkone in his grave 
from day to night and dark to light 
from boy to man and knight to knave 
 
On the day of the dark sky 
My darling said to me 
go push back the blight 
and don't ask me why 
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Illian (Song)

2006-10-03T01:38:37Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Lyrics by Cursor Wrathwind''
 
''Tune of "Panama" by Van Halen''
 
 
Jump back, what's that sound
 
Here they come, full charge and lances down
 
Hot hooves, burnin to the huntin' groove
 
Model citizens, intense discipline
 
 
Don't you know they're coming after me
 
Tryin' to get that horn...
 
I'll get it!
 
Illian, Illian, Illian, Illian
 
 
Ain't nothing like it, the shiny thing
 
Got powers of the dead, keep the blowin' parts clean
 
Hot hooves, burnin to the huntin' groove
 
Comin' full force, they're ride righ through your bedroom!
 
 
Don't you know they're coming after me
 
Tryin' to get that horn...
 
I'll get it!
 
Illian, Illian, Illian, Illian
 
 
They're searchin' really hot tonight
 
They like to reach forward, grab the reins,
 
Ease the horse back...
 
 
They're comin, I'm runnin'
 
They're right behind in rearview now
 
They've got the feelin'
 
Sword wieldin', horses stompin'
 
Ain't no stoppin' now...
 
Illian, Illian, Illian, Illian
 
Illian, Illian, Illian, Illian
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

If You Go to be a Soldier

2006-10-03T01:36:26Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan''
 
 
You'll feed on beans and on rotten hay,
 
and a horse's hoof come your naming day.
 
You'll sweat and bleed till you grow old,
 
And your only gold will be dreams of gold,
 
If you go to be a soldier.
 
If you go to be a soldier.
 
 
Your girl will marry another man.
 
Your muddy grave will be all your land.
 
Food for the worms and none to mourn.
 
You'll curse the day you were ever born,
 
If you go to be a soldier.
 
If you go to be a soldier.
 
(Lord of Chaos, Chapter 5)
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

I Wish I Was a Novice

2006-10-03T01:34:17Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Kytera al'Sauvin''
 
 
I wish I was a Novice
 
Of the great White Tower
 
Just think of all the things I'd learn
 
About my hidden power
 
 
I'd study very hard
 
Stay up all day and night
 
If that is what it took
 
I'd walk into the Blight!
 
 
I'd curtsey to every Aes Sedai
 
I'd acknowledge each accepted
 
I'd pray to the Creator
 
That the Light would keep me protected
 
 
No matter how bad things got
 
I would always give my thanks
 
I wouldn't let myself get distracted
 
By all the Novice pranks (I say that now)
 
 
And to the great Mother
 
I would fall upon my knees
 
Praying for her blessing
 
And to serve her as she may please.
 
 
Oh I wish I was a Novice
 
How great it seems to be
 
All this wishing and wanting
 
All because of WOT!
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

I Want My Tar Valon

2006-10-03T01:32:28Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Vallah al'Dera''
 
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
 
Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it
 
You post on the boards at that Tar Valon
 
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
 
Fun and lovin' and party'n on
 
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
 
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumb
 
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
 
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
 
 
We got to cheer Kara on
 
Val and Lyon, and Mommy
 
We got to keep going strong
 
We got to keep posting
 
 
The little nerd with the mouse and keyboard
 
Yeah, buddy, that's his computer there
 
That little nerd got a full library
 
That little nerd he's a Gaidin there
 
 
We got to cheer Kara on
 
Val and Lyon, and Mommy
 
We got to keep going strong
 
We got to keep posting
 
 
I shoulda learned to code HTML
 
I shoulda learned to code Java script
 
Look at them, wizzes on the computer
 
Man, wish we could help
 
And they're up there, making the boards better
 
Bangin' on the heads of the hosting companies
 
Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
 
Getting our boards back and keepin' them free
 
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
I want my, I want my Tar Valon
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Hope For Peace

2006-10-03T01:30:25Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Thalion Krisman''
 
 
Uncountable warriors stand up to fight.
 
To break the Shadow with all it's might.
 
Thousands will die, hundreds will flee
 
but as long as one man stands, hope there will be!
 
 
Hope for peace,
 
and hope to see,
 
just one more time, our family.
 
To die by age,
 
and not by sword,
 
to sit in a tavern,
 
in peace with our smoke!
 
 
Even as death's hounds close come,
 
we'll howl out loud and carry on.
 
We'll be an arrow of the Light,
 
to break the Shadow and it's might.
 
Now drink up lads, for those who have fallen,
 
drink up for those soon to fall.
 
Lets all pray to our swords,
 
that if we die,
 
In a Fades skull it'll fall!
 
 
Hope for peace,
 
and hope to see,
 
just one more time, our family.
 
To die by age,
 
and not by sword,
 
to sit in a tavern,
 
in peace and to smoke!
 
 
As we stand there,
 
before the field.
 
The banners high,
 
so proud and free.
 
We'll fight to win and never yield.
 
Now drink up lads,
 
cheer out loud,
 
we'll fight the Shadow,
 
after one more round.
 
Then we'll be back to feast,
 
'cause one day soon,
 
we'll have killed every single beast!
 
 
Yes, drink up lads and sing out loud,
 
it doesn't matter if it be raw and foul.
 
As long as one man stands up to fight,
 
we won't have to fear the night!
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Green Sister Drinking Song

2006-10-03T01:27:54Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Eleyan Al'Landerin''
 
 
Have you seen the hoards of the Dark One's call?
 
Have you seen men fight them? Have you seen them fall?
 
Have you known the fear of the Fade's blank gaze?
 
Just think of the Hell we can raise!
 
 
Come be my Warder! Come join the bond!
 
Come be my lover all the night long...
 
Be my companion and be at my side.
 
It'll be one hell of a ride!
 
 
Have you been battling so long in the Blight?
 
Have you heard the screams of the dying at night?
 
Were you all alone through the Draghkar's flight?
 
Are you still ready to fight?
 
 
Come be my Warder! Come join the bond!
 
Come be my lover all night long...
 
Be my companion and be by my side.
 
It'll be one hell of a ride!
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Green Sister (Song)

2006-10-03T01:25:57Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Anastazia Tomlinson''
 
 
In Tar Valon's fair city
 
Where Aes Sedai are pretty
 
I first laid my eyes on that Green that I love
 
She channels the One Power
 
Through rain and snow showers
 
Crying, Sisters and Warders
 
All come to my call
 
 
Chorus:
 
All come to my call
 
All come to my call
 
Crying Sisters and Warders
 
All come to my call
 
 
She was a Green sister
 
And she was a kisser
 
So were her mother and grandmother before
 
She channels the One Power
 
Through rain and snow showers
 
Crying, Sisters and Warders all come to my call
 
 
Repeat chorus
 
 
She's killed tons of Myrddraals
 
And also some Trollocs
 
But had her Warders to save her life
 
She channels the One Power
 
Through rain and snow showers
 
Crying, Sisters and Warders all come to my call
 
[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Going Mad

2006-10-03T01:19:18Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Lyrics by Cursor Wrathwind'' 
''Tune of "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath''
 
 
Finished with my Aes Sedai
 
'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind
 
People think I'm insane
 
Because I use saidin all the time
 
 
All day I channel weaves
 
But nothing seems to satisfy
 
They think I'll lose mind if
 
I'm not gentled and pacified
 
 
Can you help me?
 
Get the taint out of my brain?
 
Oh yeah...
 
 
Call the Reds and I will sigh
 
And you will laugh and I will cry
 
Happiness I cannot feel
 
And sanity to me is so unreal
 
 
And so as you hear these words
 
Telling you now of my fate
 
I tell you burn them all
 
I wish I could, but it's too late.
 

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Glimpses of the Tower

2006-09-21T14:59:08Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Eriana Avin''
 
'''On the Cusp'''
 
I stand on the cusp,
 
a teetering edge of old and new.
 
I am no longer what I was,
 
and not yet what I will be.
 
All ties to my old life,
 
are to be severed.
 
I am afraid of what will come.
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer run,
 
through the rolling streets of Caemlyn,
 
The Mountains of Mist,
 
the seamlessness of Whitebridge,
 
the forests and fields.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer walk,
 
the straight streets of Cairhien,
 
the raucous ways of the Foregate,
 
by the rising sun of the palace,
 
the path of houses.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer watch,
 
as my brothers learn to fight,
 
as they ride out to keep the shadow at bay,
 
as they come home battered and worn,
 
as the men of the Borderlands fight without me.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer feel,
 
the brush of the sea,
 
the deck of he who keeps me safe,
 
riding the waves of my home,
 
showing me the way.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer touch,
 
the black of the Stone,
 
the treasures of Power,
 
the mud of the streets,
 
for I am shuttled away.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I shall no longer hold,
 
a dagger for a fight,
 
a duel for my honor,
 
a red belt of healing,
 
a necklace of meaning.
 
I have not yet put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 
I come from everywhere,
 
and yet from nowhere.
 
My past is now severed,
 
it is no longer my life,
 
but it will always be there.
 
I am ready to put on the white,
 
I stand on the cusp.
 

'''A Novice's Room '''
 
A novice's room is plain.
 
Its walls are white,
 
its floors are white.
 
From the chipped sink,
 
to the simple wooden wardrobe,
 
A novice's room is plain.
 
A novice's chores build character.
 
From scrubbing the floors,
 
to running errands.
 
Even washing dishes,
 
until hands tremble.
 
A novice's chores build character.
 
A novice's lessons are structured.
 
Always a schedule to follow and work to do,
 
all types of classes take over time.
 
Channeling, history, politics and more,
 
all are taught by those above.
 
A novice's lessons are structured.
 
A novice's free time is cherished.
 
Whether used to practice alone,
 
even in fear of being caught.
 
Whether used to pull a prank,
 
in the few free instances of thought.
 
A novice's free time is cherished.
 
A novice's life is hard.
 
From working hard to succeed,
 
to scrubbing pots and pans.
 
From the pain of punishment,
 
to a few good laughs of kind.
 
A novice's life is hard.
 
A novice's room is plain.
 
Its walls and floors are white,
 
from the worn rug to small cot.
 
But it is always home,
 
to a tired Child.
 
A novice's room is plain.
 

'''Banded Colors '''
 
The Ring is on my finger.
 
It is truly there,
 
a part of me.
 
I still cannot comprehend,
 
that the banded hem is real.
 
The Ring is on my finger.
 
I passed through those arches,
 
that ter'angreal of sparkling white.
 
Thrice I was told 'Be Steadfast',
 
each time never knowing why.
 
I can never say what I saw there,
 
but I passed through those arches.
 
For what was, what is, and what will be.
 
I can never speak of it,
 
but oh how I wish I could.
 
I now understand why some would stay,
 
but I know that I never could.
 
For what was, what is, and what will be.
 
My room has changed.
 
Bigger and not so plain as it was,
 
adding a bit, but loosing a thing unknown.
 
Still a simple cot, sink, and rug,
 
but something is different.
 
My room has changed.
 
I stand at the front.
 
I am teaching a class,
 
and now I see I have truly surpassed them.
 
They look at me and fidget, wanting to move on,
 
and I can only slow, and warn them of disaster.
 
I stand at the front.
 
My time is more my own.
 
I am no longer confined,
 
to a schedule of classes and chores.
 
I can choose my own area of study,
 
and finally start to figure out who I am.
 
My time is more my own.
 
I stare at the banded hem.
 
All those colors, meaning so much,
 
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, White, Brown, and Gray.
 
So many paths,
 
but only one way.
 
I stare at the banded hem.
 
The Ring is on my finger.
 
A symbol of more maturity,
 
but I still don't know the way.
 
Please guide me, help me Aes Sedai,
 
find my home for another day.
 
The Ring is on my finger.
 

'''One Hundred Weaves '''
 
One hundred weaves,
 
that is what we are taught.
 
Learn them and practice,
 
do as you're ought.
 
Calm and composure,
 
not too fast and not too slow.
 
One hundred weaves,
 
and home you will go.
 
'Remember what must be remembered'
 
Go to the star, that is what we are told,
 
and only then may you channel,
 
don't bother to be bold.
 
May the light protect you,
 
for that is all you have,
 
be strong and be steadfast,
 
for the full one hundred.
 
What outward calm must you carry,
 
when so scared you are,
 
but you must, never tarry,
 
or failure isn't far.
 
Step through that oval,
 
of all colors light,
 
forget all you once knew,
 
but remember what is right.
 
What you encounter there is your own,
 
never speak of it, no matter how bad,
 
one hundred must you weave,
 
it is Your test for the shawl.
 
Walk though with diligence,
 
never stop, never falter,
 
show that you have what it takes,
 
show that you are truly Aes Sedai.
 
Walk out of that ter'angreal,
 
do not become one of the trapped,
 
walk out battered and bruised,
 
this is what you can endure.
 
You have done it,
 
you are worthy,
 
now claim your shawl,
 
now go home.
 
A night of contemplation,
 
you must spend,
 
of the burdens of tomorrow,
 
that you have yet to comprehend.
 
Think of what was past,
 
what is, and what will be,
 
Tomorrow you take your place,
 
the Shawl around your shoulders.
 
Get dressed by lamplight,
 
the coming dawn brings change,
 
this is the last time of that plain small room,
 
it seems such a sudden exchange.
 
You stare at that banded hem,
 
that used to mean so much,
 
it is now time to choose a color,
 
from that very hood you clutch.
 
to swear the Three oaths,
 
this is why you are here,
 
Under the light you swear,
 
thrice said, thrice bonded.
 
then it is half done,
 
there is one more part to do,
 
go and choose your Ajah,
 
what color will You choose?
 
Walk forward to your home,
 
never look back, there is no need,
 
thus far you have been guided,
 
but you are of the Shawl indeed.
 
Walk forward to the traditions,
 
to your sisters clear and true,
 
never falter, never sway,
 
for you are Aes Sedai.
 

'''The Shawl of Years '''
 
You never looked back,
 
never turned around,
 
even when all was against,
 
never did it push you to the ground.
 
From the day you donned it,
 
it has never served you wrong,
 
that Shawl around your shoulders,
 
the color of your way strong.
 
You play with that colored fringe,
 
sometimes it still doesn't seem real,
 
but it has been the same for years,
 
the same as with your seal.
 
How much you have done,
 
throughout your long life,
 
but to you it seems short,
 
just a few years of pleasure and strife.
 
You endured all the hardships,
 
walked past all the pain,
 
given into the sadness,
 
of the ever random game.
 
You reveled in the happiness,
 
that was sometimes revealed,
 
no matter how it came,
 
it could never be concealed.
 
You look out of the window,
 
at the grounds of your home,
 
a place where you spent so much time,
 
as a young initiate alone.
 
You grew up so fast,
 
though it felt long at the time,
 
but looking back through the years,
 
you wonder what was on your mind.
 
You see what you used to be,
 
before you became what you are,
 
a novice, an accepted,
 
then it seemed so far.
 
But now look at who is here,
 
an Aes Sedai of high standing,
 
always working, always fighting,
 
of yourself you are demanding.
 
All that work that you have done,
 
all that you have accomplished,
 
will help those to come,
 
as you have always wished.
 
For you are Aes Sedai,
 
for what was and what is.
 
For you are Aes Sedai,
 
for what will always be.

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For Mother

2006-09-21T14:49:17Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Oryn Riker''
 
A woman who makes you feel you belong
 
Who gives of herself til it hurts
 
She touches your life like the words of a song
 
And the effect is too much for words
 
A woman who treats you as one of her own
 
And makes no special demands
 
She'll always pick you up when you're feeling alone
 
And give you the strength to stand
 
She's brave and strong, though she won't admit
 
And beautiful to behold
 
To pour words from deep within his soul

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

Dai M'Hael Marching Song

2006-09-21T03:23:26Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Oryn Riker''
 
When brawn and strength won't do the deed just call: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When strategy is what you need, you want: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When numbers fail can plans prevail just ask: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When all is lost and high the cost you need: DAI M'HAEL!
 
The hawk takes wing, up, up he flies, surveys the tide of battle
 
But what he sees to his surprise, his army is a rabble
 
With razor mind and knowledge vast, he brings to mind a plan
 
And like a sword of sharpened steel, it slays the foe at hand
 
So on the army marched and what they cheered?: DAI M'HAEL!
 
The company that all the men revere: DAI M'HAEL!
 
The ones you need for to succeed, call on: DAI M'HAEL!
 
To win the fight call on the might of the: DAI M'HAEL!
 
Defend the Tower, at all costs, is what we're here to do
 
With eyes of fire and talons bared, we'll see our purpose through
 
No Shadowspawn can keep us down, no matter what they try
 
For nothing that they do evades the hawk's watchful eye
 
When brawn and strength won't do the deed just call: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When strategy is what you need, you want: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When numbers fail can plans prevail just ask: DAI M'HAEL!
 
When all is lost and high the cost you need: DAI M'HAEL!
 
Again: DAI M'HAEL!!!!

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories by the Fans]]

What He Said to Me

2006-09-21T03:20:02Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan''
 
I'll dance with a girl with eyes of brown,
 
or a girl with eyes of green,
 
I'll dance with a girl of any color eyes,
 
but yours are the prettiest I've seen.
 
I'll kiss a girl with hair of black,
 
or a girl with hair of gold,
 
I'll kiss a girl of any color hair,
 
but it's you I want to hold"
 
([[The_Dragon_Reborn:_Plot_Summary|The Dragon Reborn]], [[The_Dragon_Reborn:_Chapter_30|Chapter 30]])

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

Untitled Poem (1)

2006-09-21T03:16:27Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, 
We ran to the sounds of the thunder. 
We danced among the lightning bolts, 
And tore the world asunder.

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

Tinker in the Kitchen

2006-09-21T03:15:31Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
Tinker in the kitchen, with a job of work to do, 
Mistress up above, slipping on a robe of blue. 
She dances down the staircase, her fancy all so free, 
Crying, Tinker, oh, dear Tinker, won't you mend a pot for me? 
 
([[Eye_of_the_World:_Plot_Summary|Eye of the World]], [[Eye_of_the_World:_Chapter_32|Chapter 32]], [[The_Fires_of_Heaven:_Plot_Summary|The Fires of Heaven]], [[The_Fires_of_Heaven:_Chapter_3|Chapter 3]])

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

The Wind That Shakes the Willow

2006-09-21T03:12:19Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
My love is gone, carried away 
By the wind that shakes the willow, 
And all the land is beaten hard 
By the wind that shakes the willow. 
But I will hold her close to me 
In heart and dearest memory, 
And with her strength to steel my soul, 
Her love to warm my heart-strings, 
I will stand where we once sang, 
Though cold wind shakes the willow. 
 
([[The_Eye_of_the_World:_Plot_Summary|The Eye of the World]], [[The_Eye_of_the_World:_Chapter_17|Chapter 17]])

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

The Color of Trust

2006-09-21T03:10:14Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. 
On my shoulders I support the sky. 
Trust me to know and to do what is best, 
And I will take care of the rest. 
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. 
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. 
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. 
Trust is the color of death. 
 
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne, 
For I must bear the burden all alone. 
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, 
And no man will think you a fool. 
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. 
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. 
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. 
Trust is the sound of death. 
 
([[Lord_of_Chaos:_Plot_Summary|Lord of Chaos]], [[Lord_of_Chaos:_Chapter_44|Chapter 44]])

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

Saldaean Poem

2006-09-21T03:05:06Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
My heart rises with the sun. 
To the chime of swords 
I die at sunset.

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]

Ogier Song

2006-09-21T03:03:41Z

Chria al'Diene:

''Author: Robert Jordan'' 
 
Clear the fields, soothe it low. 
Let no weed or stubble stand. 
Here we labor, here we toil, 
here the towering trees will grow. 
 
([[The_Great_Hunt:_Plot_Summary|The Great Hunt]], [[The_Great_Hunt:_Chapter_35|Chapter 35]])

[[Category:Music, Poetry and Stories from the Books]]