Hunt for Ishar Morrad Chuain ---&RPaward

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Hunt for Ishar Morrad Chuain ---&RPaward

Post by Tolza » Sun May 21, 2023 4:51 pm

Ely edit nov 10 2023:

Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o (part 1 is never included)

Total: 3 qps


PT1
Tolza, unlike most Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, had chosen a different approach for her study. Instead of occupying a small room within the Tower's library, she had opted to rent a building situated next to a bustling tannery in the city. There were two main reasons behind her unconventional decision.

Firstly, Tolza sought to escape the incessant distractions of tower politics and the constant presence of eager initiates clamoring for attention. The solitude of her rented space allowed her to immerse herself fully in her studies without interruption. Away from the prying eyes and endless demands of the Tower, Tolza found solace and freedom to delve into her research undisturbed.

The second reason was the use of the tannery's surroundings as a camouflage for her activities. The pungent smells and cacophony emanating from the neighboring tannery provided an effective cover for her work. Especially in the sweltering heat of summer, the overpowering stench of pelts being processed in ammonia-laden solutions, often derived urine, was enough to repel most people. This shielded Tolza's research from prying eyes, as few would willingly venture near the noxious fumes.

As Tolza stood amidst the stifling atmosphere, she consciously detached herself from her surroundings. This mental discipline was something she had learned upon attaining the shawli. Observing the young man stationed at the door, Tolza contemplated whether she should share this trick with him, allowing him shelter from the sweltering heat and the cacophony of the neighboring tannery.

The man, Mavrik sat in a weathered chair, exuding a captivating blend of strength and grace. His well-defined muscles ripple beneath his smooth, tanned skin, evidence hours spent alongside his fellow warder students training under the close eye of Master Coulin. Although not bulky, his physique reveals a lean yet powerful build, reflecting his dedication to fitness and athleticism "When did you start smoking a pipe?"

Mavrik, still holding the pipe, replied, "I don't. Jeb and the other Warders smoke pipes."
Understanding his motivation, Tolza remarked, "Ah, so you're hoping that by pretending to smoke a pipe, you might impress them enough to complete your training?"

Mavrik's reaction was swift. He snatched the pipe from his mouth and leaned forward, waving it defensively, as he explained, "That's not it at all..."

Tolza, sensing his defensiveness, quickly interjected, "Peace, I understand what it's like to be an apprentice. You don't have to explain it to me."

Mavrik, reassured, placed the pipe back in his mouth and began packing the bowl with tabbac, attempting unsuccessfully to light it.

Embracing Saidar, Tolza expertly channeled a delicate weave of fire and air into the pipe. The end of the pipe immediately began to glow, catching Mavrik off guard as he looked at it cross-eyed. With surprise in his eyes, he took a definitive puff, but the experience was not as smooth as he had anticipated. A sudden fit of coughing ensued, accompanied by a cloud of smoke billowing from his mouth.

Tolza couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Mavrik's reaction. "Perhaps smoking a pipe requires a bit more practice," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Turning her attention to the massive, twisted beast bound to the large examination table that dominated the center of her laboratory, Tolza's eyes gleamed with a mix of fascination and determination. The room was bathed in the soft glow of meticulously placed light balls.

The beast's eight human-like arms were tightly restrained by weaves of air, their confinement preventing any sudden movements that could disrupt the delicate examination process. To most, this creature would evoke a visceral reaction of fear, repulsion, or a cascade of other emotional responses. But for Tolza, it was merely an object to be observed, objectified, dissected, noted, and eventually disposed of. Her approach was clinical, devoid of personal sentiment or emotional attachment. As a Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, her pursuit of knowledge superseded any personal feelings that could cloud her judgment.

Embracing Saidar, With a deft weave of all Five Powers Tolza sent delicate tendrils of Saidar, into the beast. As she delved into its essence, she sensed the foul taint of the Shadow's touch, interwoven with its natural instincts and primitive nature.

Tolza paused and quickly noted in a leather bound notebook, ‘While this Trolloc possessed unique characteristics, clad in natural chitinous armor, it bore the unmistakable signs of being influenced by the Shadow, inhuman, many-faceted eye glimmered softly from between vice-like pinchers protruding from its jaws. What catches my attention even more are the eight human-like arms attached to the torso of the creature, reminiscent of a mantis’.

The fine threads of Tolza channeling swiftly explored the Trolloc like beast as Tolza continued to note. ‘An almost unrefined aspect to it. Unlike the more intricate and nuanced essence of other Shadowspawn, this Trolloc's spirit seemed crude and raw, as if hastily formed and lacking the subtleties of more sophisticated creations.

Tolza's concentration was abruptly interrupted by the all too familiar presence of her apprentice, Verne. Without glancing up from her examination, she calmly instructed, "Please open the door for Verne, Mavrik."

Mavrik, his annoyance evident, pulled open the door, revealing a startled Accepted standing outside, one hand raised to knock. Verne, with her soft Kandor accent, couldn't resist asking, "When did you start smoking a pipe?"

Mavrik clenched his teeth around the pipe stem and growled, "What do you want?"
Verne, undeterred by his gruff demeanor, held out a letter.

"I have a message from the Amyrlin," she responded, stepping into the room.

Mavrik's impatience got the better of him as he quickly snatched the message from Verne's hand and forcefully slammed the door shut, causing a startled yelp to escape from the other side.

Concerned about the potential escalation of sibling rivalry between Mavrik and Verne, Tolza, ever the mediator, swiftly interjected, "Assist me, child."

"Verne, observe closely," Tolza began, her tone professional and focused. "We will be exploring the anatomical intricacies of this Trolloc, unraveling its secrets in order to gain valuable insights into its construction."

Verne, taking the notebook from Tolza nodded, her pen poised to capture Tolza's explanations. With a steady hand, Tolza selected a scalpel from the tray of gleaming instruments and began the dissection. She spoke while performing each step, providing a running commentary to educate Verne.

"First, we make an incision along the abdomen to gain access to the internal structures," Tolza explained, her voice calm and authoritative. "Take note of the unusual arrangement of organs and their distorted forms. The Trolloc's physiology is a testament to the dark forces that created it."

As Tolza carefully navigated through the Trolloc's anatomy making various incisions pulling apart issues breaking bones removing organs, the still alive beast strained against its bonds Verne diligently scribbled down notes, capturing the details of the dissection process. Tolza would pause intermittently, allowing Verne to catch up with her descriptions before proceeding to the next step.

Tolza paused in her dissection, her gaze shifting towards the Trolloc's face. Its eyes, wide and filled with pain, darted frantically as if grasping onto the thin thread of life that remained. With a measured breath, Tolza reached out, channeling her power into a focused weave of Spirit, severing the beast's connection to life. The once-agitated eyes stilled, and a profound silence settled over the room.

"Here, you can see the multiple arms of the Trolloc," Tolza continued, breaking the silence pointing to the limbs attached to the creature's torso. "Despite their human resemblance, their abnormal arrangement indicates the creature's predatory nature and enhanced strength."

Verne jotted down the observations, her handwriting neat and precise. She maintained a respectful distance but remained engaged in the process, seeking to absorb as much knowledge as possible.

Together, Tolza and Verne worked in tandem, Tolza skillfully dissecting the Trolloc and Verne diligently documenting the details. Tolza's explanations flowed seamlessly, her professional demeanor instilling confidence in Verne's note-taking abilities.

"By understanding its physiology, we can develop more effective strategies to combat the shadow." Tolza emphasized.

Meanwhile, Mavrik's attention shifted from the dissection to the urgent message he held in his hands. His brows furrowed as he read the contents, the weight of its words causing a growing unease within him. As the dissection progressed, Mavrik's concern deepened, and he realized the importance of the information he had just received.

"Mavrik, what does the letter say?" Tolza asked, glancing at him from her work.

As Mavrik's eyes scanned the contents of the urgent message, his brows furrowed, and a mixture of apprehension and determination filled his thoughts. The weight of the words he had just read caused a growing unease within him. Taking a deep breath, he turned his attention back to Tolza, who was elbow deep in Trolloc's entrails.

"Mavrik, what does the letter say?" Tolza asked, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity.
Mavrik cleared his throat and began to quote directly from the letter, his voice steady yet filled with underlying concern.

"Tolza Sedai, I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I write to inform you of a significant discovery that has come to our attention. In the southwest region, a workshop attributed to Aginor, one of the Forsaken, has been unearthed. The White Tower deems it necessary to explore and document this site thoroughly."
Tolza's eyes widened with realization as Mavrik relayed the contents of the letter. She paused her dissection, her gaze fixed on Mavrik. The importance of the information began to sink in, and she understood the gravity of the situation.

"Mavrik, do you understand what this means?" Tolza said. "This workshop attributed to Aginor could hold the key to my research, and perhaps even be a pivotal factor in our fight against the Shadow."

Mavrik nodded, his expression reflecting Tolza's. "That's not all," he continued. "Adjacent to the workshop, there is a breeding ground that demands exploration and documentation. We need to create a compendium of the creatures inhabiting that area, detailing their descriptions and characteristics. It is crucial for both preserving knowledge and ensuring the safety of future generations."

Tolza's eyes gleamed. "This, Mavrik, holds the answers we've been seeking. It is an opportunity to unravel the mysteries of the Forsaken, understand their creations, and bolster our chances in the Last Battle."