Caemlyn Streets

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Aruon
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Caemlyn Streets

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The wind coming from the east kept the smell of smoke and charred timber fresh. Also, the smell of blood. The fighting had finally finished an hour ago, the casualties were still unknown. So many of them...and the Warder Student could have been among them.

"Thank you for your help, good Student. And Lady Zaralle, of course."

The short man was balding, and wore the perfect outfit for a merchant. He'd seen much of the fighting outside his window. The Student just brushed him off, trying not to wince as his arm was in great pain.

"Make sure to thank the Guards and Sylibus, the Queens Guards were the real heroes."

"I know, but I also give credit to the others who took arms against the Shadowspawn. But I will do as you say."

"Thanks."

The Student scanned over the street, noting the bodies piling up as the dead were gathered. The pile of Shadowspawn and Dreadlords was high..but so was the citizen one. That caused the Student to sigh, then catch his own reflection in the window.

His hair was kept in it's usual fashion, but his face was covered in dirt, blood, and soot. Staring back at him was the eyes he always knew would be there. He had taken a lot of injuries, and had no Healing this time.

The Student turned to ask for a horse, noting that Zaralle had already saddled one and was headed on her way. He shook his head; that woman would be the death of him someday. And she almost had been that night. His instinct to protect had push himself in danger to keep a few too many terrible things from finding her when she couldn't move.

With one last drink of water to prepare him for the ride, he headed through the streets towards Tar Valon. This attack would need answers and to be noted for the Browns especially.

A calm wind blew through the street, carrying away the smells of death and ruin. And with it, the Student was gone.
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Arleve
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Re: Caemlyn Streets

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Too late. She had heard the rumours too late to do much good. And when she had finally been convinced that the absurd rumors and the request for aid were in fact genuine, the time it took her to reach Caemlyn had taken its toll.

She had been a Green for a long long time and had seen much carnage but nothing had prepared her for what she saw when she reached the city. Smoke poured from behind the high walls near the north gate and the sound of fighting was unmistakable even a full league from the outskirts. She could sense Saidar being wielded almost assuredly by Dreadlords and that likely meant Saidin was also being used. Explosions could be heard and she could see weaves stretching up above the city to pull lightning down to destroy buildings in old city.

When she realized she would never make it through the city itself to reach the young warder student who she knew was leading a contingent near the south gate, she sent the escort of Shining Guardsmen on without her to assist the Caemlyn Guardsmen wherever they could. They would only slow her down in as she made her way around the city in secret to reach him and they would make her detection all the more likely. Her hope was that she could join with him and coordinate with other Aes Sedai who had answered his call.

The hours spent staying out of sight had been costly to the Andorans. When she finally reached the south gate, much of the fighting had ended. This had evidently been merely a raid rather than an occupation. She had of course done what she could, putting down some trollocs and surprising some Dreadlords but she knew it was merely a pinprick to the already departing host. No other Sisters had answered the calls for aid, if they had been received at all, so her sneaking around the city itself to reach the south gate had been for nothing. And as the White Tower kept it’s alert eyes facing the Borderlands and the Blight, the enemy had belched forth from some unseen dark place and bloodied the Light’s golden city, Caemlyn.

The physical cost to the Andorans was great, for high born and smallfolk alike. But what cost to the world’s sense of security now that the Dark One reached out his barbed and jagged claws to touch the face of humanity while the Light had barely had time to stir from its drowsy reverie.

Arleve d’Caradarei Aes Sedai shook her head from such speculation as she kicked her horse to a faster pace towards the Tower. It was times like this that she wished her twin sister Adaina of the Brown Ajah was still in the Tower. She would need the help of the Browns to find out what this attack might portend. She would need answers.

And once she had those, the Greens could help the Tower decide how to provide an answer of its own, as they had always done.
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