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@Tangletail Except you're forgetting that honor is a really important thing in specific cultures. And in the circumstance you outlined, a man could and likely would swallow his own tongue before doing anything so immoral. He wouldn't just sit and watch- he'd fight back, and if he couldn't, he'd kill himself before any information could be forced from him. That's quite obvious. I would personally rather die than betray Israel, and would kill myself without qualms if I knew I was going to be tortured or otherwise suffer at the potential expense of my people, my country, my religion. And I'm a violin teacher, not a military officer...

One of the reasons Ba'alzamon keeps cutting her off is because you're attempting to rush this campaign forward by like 6 months, by trying to bring up the solution that Ba'alzamon comes up with that ends up almost winning against Manetheren. Please, don't do that... They won't even have the idea to approach through the rivers for several months. Don't use OOC knowledge to boost your IC stuff.

The Shadow should have multiple roles during this; strategy and planning, actual battle on smaller scales, and
, infiltration, individual duels, personal quests... you're thinking very limited, by trying to force the RP into its final stage.


I don't have any knowledge of the trolloc war...

It has been a few years since I have read the Wheel of time series, still not complete, and I don't have any resource that actually talks about the trolloc wars. The best I can get is the wiki, and the Wiki is only basically a description. Not a history.

And now I see that I need to throw the one idea I had that got around it in the trash.
Honestly... I'm at a lost here. Cuz, I don't know what to do at this point.

I've never heard of anything... ANYTHING having a loyalty so strong that it's completely artificial. From what I just read here, you can flay a dude's wife, put her on a spit roast, grill her, and make her husband eat her. And he'd be perfectly fine with it, because he refuses to betray his country if it means nothing horrible will happen.

The only other thought in my head, is to build a bridge out of stone by channeling... which wouldn't be hard to do I'd imagine. Except we're talking about trying to move 30,000 plus across a river. And something that massive will likely be seen. And any pre-existing bridges are just bottlenecks that can be cut off.

The only other option I can think of that the dark side can take at this point is basically going slice of life instead of trying to attack.
It looks like your efforts are going under appreciated, dear...
A voice. It was a voice that whispered in her ear. A sweet one. Nearly motherly. It’d be consoling in its own way if she wasn’t being demeaned by the very creature she dedicated her work to for the past years of her life.
She made not a single gesture that would show that such a thing was speaking to her now. Not a twitch of the eye, or a change of her face. Instead she kept her face stern. Her eyes looked to the hand with her anger’s cauldron over-boiling.

Yet… she kept her composure. Even as the voice started to speak to her again…
What a shame… a shame it is. It’s no wonder such a creature is imprisoned. He just broods, but can never make a solution for himself.

Ardath gave a small nod to the lord. “Very well then,” She said simply. She clicked her heels and spun on them. Then began the walk down the road.

Her skin started to grow clammy as she rounded a bend taking her out of sight. Her teeth clinched together. Her hands trembling. Her pupils began to dilate. Her breath grew shorter, as the light only grew brighter.

Her steps no longer graceful, they were clumsy. Clumsy and worsened by a blinding… wild rage.
It was all a mistake love, your talents are better suited else where…

“quiet you…” Ardath growled quietly to no one. One hand, then the other moved to rest on her head. The fingers curled digging the nails into her scalp. The voices only grew louder. She was stepping through various shadows of tall structures.

Now… things began to appear. Dancing at the very edge of her vision… but she could never catch them. They were always gone… but she could feel their touch.
@Tangletail

I think you may have made a typo in your most recent post?

"No… probably what set that off was walking in just when a short stock dwarf, whom he could only assume the captain, had openly announced that his intention was to kill a thief"

Unless I'm mis-reading, you see to have mistaken Kayden for a dwarf, when he's a human. :)


Could have sworn I read that there was a Drabarian on the porch. I will fix it soon!
Ah… luck would definitely have it for a thief to walk in at the most inopportune point in his life. Maybe he’s just being paranoid. The kind of nervous jitters you get when you’re about to get a new job… and you’re staring down four-hundred pounds of pure Drabarian beef cake. Well the beef cake thing is just a saying, but you could understand if you were in that situation. The thief was in that situation at some point in his life, but he didn’t have a nervous spark.

No… probably what set that off was walking in just when a short stock dwarf, whom he could only assume the captain, had openly announced that his intention was to kill a thief. Now to be fair… the dwarf did say to kill ‘whatever’. It doesn’t necessarily mean a thief. It could just be a some brooding dragon driven insane by the pheromones in the air and is in the rush to quickly build a hoard to impress the ladies. Would that label the dragon a thief? Or a pragmatist? Possibly pragmatist as the dragon definitely wasn’t trying to be discrete about it.

So in theory… he should be safe! Not really. Curse his honesty. But he came all this way. Might as well get the introductions out of the way, and be prepared for a firm boot to be hung deep in his mudhole and sent out the gates.

“Ah! Hello hello~,” The Jackal chimmed as he gave the captain a polite bow. A bit unnecessary in the circumstance, but it was a code of his professional ethics! As were the up coming bit!

“I am Leon. Many usually just refers to me as ‘Jackal’. I am an ex-thief. A professional if you were, with a healthy code of honor and ethics. Turned merc oh some year or two a ways a back back.” His words rolled off of his tongue. He paused for a moment with his lips pursing.

“Should note that I still firmly follow those codes. It’d be an honor to add my hands and blade to your ranks.”
What? Where did you get that?

The "Introductions to the bottom of a glass" was just an expression.
Ah... if only Durandel was there too... two insane minds are better than one.

As I've mentioned before... this is the first character that's this off of her rocker. Hope it's doing well enough.
Shadar Logoth: Ardath


The woman…. Smiled softly as the respective commander had chided her for her behavior. In fact, she seemed to have expected such a reaction. Even practically baiting it out.Of course, she was a scholar and part of her duties was simply arguing facts, theories, and what have you.

She soon rose out of the lap of the creature she had sat in and walked around the room. Her tone taking a sudden shift as her smile seemed to fade. Her eyes twinkled a bit, but remained fixed in space as if she was drawing into herself. She was nearly a different person as she began to speak.

“Some eras ago, where war was prominent in this very world… a General waged a tactic in a land where chasms scarred the earth, that bore deep enough that light could not escape and could even turn a man to liquid if he were to fall. Naturally, these lands were prime area’s of defenses as you can funnel an army into one front, thus sending him into a gauntlet of arrows and boulders that’s a Grimm fable with a bitter end.”

She soon turned to face the man. Her face was practically like stone as “polito” continued the tale.

“This… particular General thought of something more unique. Instead of traversing the usual paths. He constructed mobile bridges. The labor he had origionally consisted only of slaves and camp followers… which is fine… as quality is not needed as a typical soldier’s life is as expendable as a drop of water in a lake.”

“He needed quantity to get an army across and to limit the disaster when one bridge fails. But to manufacture as many bridges as he needed with what he had was improbable. Annnd... it's not like loyalty wasn't running as high as it is now. When your liege tells you to die for him, you did it. So… he gave civilians a choice after conquering their towns and cities. Give labor with a chance of some sort of life, or suffer such cruelty that was not bound by possibility, but the limits of the imagination of man. He didn’t kill them. Not immediately at least, oh did he draw it out. It wasn’t torture, many would prefer that. It was as close to the heart of a demon as anyone could get. He starts with the family, and got real creative. Ripping their children apart piece by piece. Burning wives at the stake after sending them around the army like a shared mount. Making people walk through the cold uncovered until they stopped begging for their lives, but for blankets. You think it, he’s done it.”

“And he gave people only one chance. After a few public examples, if they did not have the courage to take both their family and their own lives…. Well he was at their mercy. Many, were quick to throw out loyalties as I am sure they are now.”


Ardath looked Ba’alzamon firmly in the eyes, with a fire in her reaching a feverish pitch. There was no games being played. No dancing around the fire. No beating the bush. Just the very personality of Ardath that sought results through her crusade. The very efforts that seemed to have gone unnoticed.

“Sir… I’ve studied the human mind long enough. And I know, that without a doubt that it’s possible for a man’s heart to not be swayed. But their hands can certainly be forced against all the whims of laws, loyalties, beliefs, and morals that they believe in when they are face to face with a fate far worse than the pains of death… and are still too cowardly to discover the final mystery.”

“Give me your go ahead. Give me a target. Give me a time frame. And I will be serving you your breakfast within their walls.”
@Tangletail Uh, not honest at all, just not finding any good opportunities to steal anything for various reasons. I should know.


Ah... my thief is honest. Ask him if he stole something, and he'd tell you yes if he did.
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You just put a competitor out of business via one of those few ways which are radical but still legal!

@POOHEAD189 Everything's fine with your post, but it remembered me of not yet having made the necessary adjustments to mine. However I probably won't find the time to do this until... wednesday evening at best.


I mean like you just arrived, and you hear someone say "Let's kill a thief"

Do you really want to say, "Ah yes, many usually call me Jackle. I'm an exprofessional, but honerable thief! Needless to say I still got it, and my hands will be under your command!"
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