Who knows what's in store?

[Therin]

The boy looked admiringly up at his father.
"Wow, dad. I never thought you could do that!"
"Thought your old man was too uncool for something like this, huh?"
The boy blushed bright red.
"Well, yeah, sort of..."
"It's OK kiddo. I don't mind. Here, why don't you try?"
The boy grasped the device in hesitant hands. Dials lit up and needles pointed in seemingly random directions. The boy gazed in wonder. Suddenly, one of the needles flashed all the way over to the right, where the read-off bar was colored bright red in warning. The ground shook, knocking the boy and his father off of their feet. The device fell to the ground and began emitting a high-pitched screech as vertical bars of incandescent light cascaded down from the sky, painting reflections of themselves in the eyes of the pair, the boy's wondering, the father's astonished and terrified. The bars grew in size until the boy and his father, blinded, were unable to see their way through the field they had been standing in. Three miles away was their home and refuge, if they could but get to it, but as they stumbled along, the father realized they had no chance at all because they couldn't see. He sat down abruptly, pulling the boy with him, hugging his son to his chest as the blinding light burned and seared into the ground. Then, suddenly, the light was gone. The field was a blackened plain of ash. In the center sat the device, all needles still and inconsequential.

Lews Therin awoke with a start. It had been a strange dream, but those had become quite common in recent years and he couldn't really remember it in any case. He knew from experience that he would be unable to sleep the rest of the night. Vague thoughts and dreams would plague him as he tried to sleep and he would arise in the morning no more refreshed than he was now. So he decided to go have a snack. In the pantry he found that the house was miserably low on foodstuffs and snacks. He would have to go shopping yet again. Or maybe he could get the boy to do it, though Damion had been getting steadily more stubborn about menial tasks like this one. The boy was becoming increasingly aggravated with the recent lull in activity. Therin was happy not to have to go running at a moment's notice, hunting Jackals, Ogres, Generic Large Monsters, not to mention the various political vultures that had cropped up with his successor's demise. Lews Therin preferred not to think about that one. He had never seen a man more evil and twisted than the late ryShad Dekempe. But that was not the matter at hand. The matter at hand was food, and where to find a passable midnight snack. The former General rummaged grumpily in the very back corners of the pantry, then froze. He straightened slowly and turned, eyes wide, to look at the wall to his right, as if staring straight through it to the northwest. Something terrible had happened.

Damion rolled over, or tried to. Then he woke up fully in the next instant to find himself three feet up in the air, pinned against the wall at the head of his bed. After a moment of frantic searching, Damion's eyes finally came to rest, glaring, on his father, who was splayed langourously across a chair near the door to Damion's room. A smirk rested comfortably on his father's face.
"You're losing your touch, boy. A month ago, you would have been at my throat before I even moved the covers."
"Good morning to you too, Pop. Can you put me down now?"
"Sure, but my point still stands," Damion felt himself float gently to the floor next to his bed, "You're getting soft."
"Yeah, well, it's not like there's much to keep me occupied around here."
"There is now."
"Eh?"
"Get packed. Quickly. We're leaving."
"...It's too early for this, dad. Can't you wait until I've had breakfast first?"
"Like I said. You're getting soft. Hurry up!"
With a growl, Damion did as his father bid, tossing a change of clothes into his knapsack, unused for the last year or so. Then he grabbed his caltaka from the corner where it had resided for the last two weeks. He hefted it. It felt good to be using it again.

Father and son strolled into an inn, The Dancing Bear, on the east side of the small port town of Gon. After booking rooms for the night, Lews Therin wandered out to get passage up the coast on a ship, while Damion lounged and supped in a corner booth of the inn.


***Anyone can join this RP, but only if you can join through recognition. This means only people with whom I've RPed before. Surprisingly enough, you won't need to create a new character for this one :p Make it fun, guys!***

[Azurel]

Rayne bursted out of a bamboo shack yawning and stretching his arms. His stomach growled despite the feast Rayne had the night before. He looked around for a quick second and found an apple tree, he rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. Rayne took a step, not completely forward, but up onto the dead body of a villager. He did not stop walking towards the tree.

"Someday I will have to control these outbursts of mine. Man, isn't there anything else to eat around here?"

Rayne stopped and actually took a good look around. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Men, women and children. Most with weapons in their hands. Blood everywhere. Bamboo huts still burning from the night before. The only thing standing was the hut that Rayne had slept in, but even it was sprayed with blood. He looked to the river and spotted a deer drinking so ignorantly.

"A little warm-up. No challenge, just to get the energy flowing."

Rayne pointed his relaxed hand to the deer and lifted it slightly. The deer looked around for a slight second and turned to run away, but by the time it was halfway pointing away from Rayne, it had lifted off the ground and could not move anymore. Rayne twisted his hand, still slightly and the deer rotated to face him. Its black eyes were full of fear. Rayne smirked and grasped his hand into a fist. At that time the deer was released to allow its own movement, however still floating, it could not run anywhere. It ran, squirmed and twitched. Its limbs became tense for a moment and snapped. Its neck was twisted so that the head hang loose. The dead body dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Ah, breakfast, and it was so-"

Rayne was cut off by a sudden jolt of energy he had felt. He quickly turned his head to direction it came from. He smirked again after deciding to go seek it out.

"I sense destruction."

An hour passes as a blood-stained Rayne left the eaten corpse of the deer. He grabbed the only decent looking sword from a body of a villager, put it in a sheath next to his own sword and walked off into the direction of the energy he had sensed.

[Sperrit]

Sperrit was dozing in the crook of a tree, high above the ground. As he slept several squirrels came and went, picking twigs out of his untidy hair, cleaning dirt from him and dropping nuts and berries into his lap. After about a half an hour of this Sperrit's eyes suddenly opened. All the squirrels froze. Sperrit smiled and they all visably relaxed and came closer to him. Sperrit picked some up in his hand. Other climbed up his back and onto his shoulders. Sperrit laughed, seeing all the work they had done.
"You guys didn't have to do all of this," he said kindly. The squirrels simply chittered a little about how they looked after their own. Typical squirrel talk, thought Sperrit. So he picked up some of the nuts and berries and began to eat as he chatted with the squirrels. After he had finished eating his wonderful breakfast he said goodbye to the squirrels and leapt down from the tree, walking aimlessly, though seeming to be heading east.
As the sun rose above the horizon Sperrit saw an Inn in the distance. He decided that a more filling breakfast was in order and walked through the door under a sign that showed a bear upright on both feet.
The moment that Sperrit entered he spied two figures he hadn't seen in a long time. He hesitated. The last time he had seen Lews and Damion had been when they had first been seperated, in the Black Forest, before he went on his journey to find Valose. Now here they were, and it seemed as if a lifetime had passed since he had seen them. And, considering all that had happened it was certainly understandable to feel that way.
However, Sperrit was never one to not say hi to a friend.
"Lews! Damion! Wow! It's been FOREVER! What's going on?"

[Therin]

The two raised their heads with nearly identical looks of startlement. Then they both smiled.
"Hey, bud, how's it going? haven't seen you for a good long while."
"'Morning, young man. A greater boon was never seen. Come on over and have a seat."
Father and son each offered their hands.


edit: ...After standing there for about ten minutes with their hands out and attracting stares, Lews Therin and Damion began to eye their little-seen friend with curiosity.
"Hmmm...Looks like a case of acute posting cramps...Oh well. We'll hang on to him until he wakes up. Well, get a move on, boy! You don't expect an old man like me to carry him, do you?"
Grumbling, Damion hoisted a vacantly staring Sperrit over his shoulder and the two wandered out of the inn to catch their ship.

[Sperrit]

Sperrit, who had dozed off again ("Nothing like a good nap!") woke up on Damion's shoulder. He looked down at the two and smiled.
"Hey guys! Guess I ought to have slept in... um... where are we going?"

[Therin]

Damion replied, "Somewhere to the northwest, but I don't know the details. Ask Pop." and put Sperrit down.

[Sperrit]

Sperrit brushed himself off and turned to Lews Mythral. As far as Sperrit could remember he had never talked to the real Lews, face to face. Sperrit could sense an air of wisdom about him, and secrecy. Sperrit didn't change his expression one bit, but he was a little apprehensive.
"Hey Lews... where are we going, man? Do you need some help with something? If so I'd be more than happy to lend a hand."

[Therin]

"Two nights ago there was a disturbance in the governing magical field of the world. You may have sensed it. We are traveling to Ryltar to find the source of that disturbance and to head off what I hope will not be a grave danger to the world. We're also out for a bit of much-needed excercise! I apologize for dragging you off like that, but we are in a hurry and I did not wish to wait around all day for you to awaken. Would you like to come along?"

[Tobias]

As Lews finishes speaking, the rest of them sense another feeling coming from the south. Then a Tan Hat could be seen in the distance, with a large broadsword poking over it.

Tobias had just come from the southern continent. He had wandered there, after feeling a strange earth rift coming up. He decided to examine it, in hopes that maybe it could lead to a cure for his curse. Though, he only found himself knee deep inside a newly forming volcano, so it was just a fun lava ride. Now, his never ending journey had led him up further north, but for an interesting reason: Tobias had felt a strange disturbance in the northern regions, around the Ryltar area, and the mountainous regions around there.

Finally, Tobias had come up to the other travelers, feeling their surrounding energies.

[Therin]

Lews Therin turned to face the newcomer, and was mimicked by Damion half a second later.
"And who might you be, young man?" asked the former general, with a raised eyebrow.