Hi. This is the RPG I'm posting at ; not all of this is mine. It just is my story. Everything written as Lain Farshaw is mine; anything else is someone else. 'k, let's get started. Oh by the way, if you haven't read the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, you should probably before you read this. Otherwise, not a lot will make sense. But hey, it's your life. .

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Lain Farshaw always wanted to be a Warder. Well, almost always. His 'dream' began when he was a mere boy; he family, then innkeepers, were murdered by Shadowspawn for housing Aes Sedai and hiding them. Still devoted to protecting them however he can, he yet slightly fears and is in awe of them. On his way to Tar Valon as a young boy, he joined a traveling circus, and learned tumbling and fist fighting, among other survival skills. When he arrived in Tar Valon, he worked as a peacekeeper, honing those skills, until he deemed himself ready to train to be a Gaidin.

Lain was a slightly tall man, 5'11", with a slight build. He had sandy blond hair, which fell into his eyes, hiding their bright green sheen from all but the most scrutinous. His muscular physique was also carefully hidden behind baggy shirts and breeches, his sword and knives never showing from behind his dark cloak.

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Katrann was heading to do some practice in the yards when she caught sight of a stranger.

Well, that isn't too odd around here. she thought. I wonder what he wants.

She casually wandered over to the man, watching carefully for any sudden movements, any possible sign of hidden weapons. It was hard to tell with his loose baggy clothes and dark cloak, so she stayed cautious all the same.

The man had sandy blonde hair which fell into his eyes, making it hard to tell their colour. "Can I help you at all?" Katrann asked casually, watching his every move.

She still found it hard to trust people after all her years on the streets, and was often very edgy around strangers.

"My name is Katrann, I'm a trainee here, so maybe I can help point you in the right way." she said with a slight city street drawl which she was trying her hardest to rid herself of.

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Lain looked carefully at the strange woman, wondering who she was. He quickly assessed her, deeming her not a huge threat at the moment. On the other hand...

"Hello, Katrann. I'm Lain." He said, schooling his voice so no accent was obvious. "I was wondering how a man..." he coughed discreetly. "or woman began their training around here."

Seeing how she eyed his movements and was un-nerved by his mysterious appearance, he took his hands out from behind his back, showing them to be empty.

"Pleased to meet you." He held out his hand.

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Katrann gave a half grin and shook the offered hand "Well, I guess we have to go see the people in charge. I'll point out a few things as we go if you want."

As they walked across the yards, she pointed out the barracks, training grounds and mess hall. "It takes awhile to learn your way around, I'm still learning myself." she gave another small grin.

They come to a large wooden door. "You sign up in there, then you'll get uniform and assigned a place in the barracks...I'll wait out here if you want."

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Lain smiled nervously, a true smile. "That would be nice," he replied, keeping his voice from wavering. Bloody voice. So much could be given away in your voice and your eyes. Fortunately he had those covered. One, literally.

Trying to appear confident, he strolled towards the door. Pushing it open, he stepped into the sudden gloom. A desk loomed.

"Umm, hello?" he called. "Is this where I sign up and such?" as he waited, wandering around, he wondered what the uniform would look like, if there was one, and where in the barracks he would be.