Chapter 3: Plans and doings

Demandred had made progress in his plans. He had done some discoveries about the lands and had formed plans around the facts that he had found. He decided that for now it was best to keep quiet about himself so no of the other would now what he was doing. It was his intention to strike fast when he decided it was time. He had found a darkfriend that he could use to his advantage.The darkfriend was even a channeler. He would made his plans perfect before he executed them.

Moghedien had made her way to the town of Tanchico and the Panarch palace disguised as a made. She would do what was needed to get the panarch round her finger and manipulate the land of Tarabon to her delights. She would always sneak through the dream world and plant seeds of doubts in peoples mind. It was what she did best. Work from the dark, webbing her weaves and catching flies in them.

Semirhage did what she liked and did best. She tortured and gained information. She would need the information to gain control over the Seanchan. The best way it seemed was to gain control over the heir.With her at her feats she could rule the Seanchan from the shadows. Semirhage smiled at the idea while inflicting more pain to the darkfriend that had given her the information.

Graendal did what she did best like Semirhage. She used her gift to make people think things that she wanted them to think. And if that didn´t work she made them to what she wanted. She had taken a palace in Arad Doman where she had the king doing tricks by her feats and other nobles pleasing in the ways she wanted. Her plans was proceeding as she wanted.

Mesaana had taken her plans within the White tower. There she manipulated the Black sister from the darkness while playing an Aes Sedai. She looked down on the ones who called themself Aes Sedai. They where like petty worms against the Aes Sedai that had walked the earth during her Age. But her she could teach. And teach she did.

Rahvin had taken his plans to the Royal Court of Andor where he had become the Queen Morgases trusting advisor. She was pleasing to have around and toy with. It was her daughter that made the problem. She was a wilful young women that had the gift. There were always an Aes Sedai in Morgases company. He had to get rid of her somehow. He smiled for himself while he ran his fingers thrue Morgases hair.

Be´lal had done what was expected of him. His plans had been made up when he had gathered information and he had managed to become one of the high lords of Tear. His plans for Tear was not as great as his plans for the thing in the Heart of Stone in the Stone of Tear. His plans surrounded it and he waited patiently for the Dragon to draw the sword.

Sammael had set his eyes for Illian and been selected as one of the council of nine. He waited silently for the Dragon to make his move. And when that would accour he would be ready. Aginor and Bathamel were both still waiting for their new bodies. They couldn´t do anyting more than wait. But when the wait was over there plans would spring to action.

Ishmael were silently putting his plans together. They were dark and shadowly and even himself didn´t know what would happen.

Lanfear sat still in a chamber in the world of dreams. Her plans had been made up even before she had been put in the prison by the hundred companions. She would do anything to win her love back. But now a new feeling had occurred to her. Asmodean had somehow gotten under her skin and found a soft spot. It hadn´t occurred to her that he was attractive before his sudden command after they awakened. She shuddered. Her plan did not change. Lews Therin or what he called himself would be hers again. She smiled again when a image of Asmodean got into her head again but shuddered it away again. She would need to keep her desires or what it was for him buried. It needed to be so.

Asmodean stood and looked at the Myrdraal that bowed before him.

"So what have you found for me. Is there a darkfriend near the village of Emonds Field."

The Myrdraal looked frightened for a quick second before he spoke with his cold voice.

"There is no one there my lord. They all walk in the light. The closest I have found is a fellow in the village of Taren Ferry."

Asmodean got a look of displease. That was not what he searched for. He needed someone there who could report to him while he did all other things he had to do. Maybe it was a fools dream to trust in a pitful darkfriend. Maybe he needed to this by himself. But what role would he play. He was a musician but a musician had nothing to do in a small village for a long time. He needed something that could make him fit in. He looked up at the Myrdraal and smiled a murderous smile and then spoke.

"I suppose you think you did good."

The Myrdraal nodded and then looked up in the face of Asmodean and took a step back.

"I promised you a slow death if you failed me. You are lucky you didn´t fail me. You will gather a hand of Trollocks and then we will walk the ways and find something for your little pack to do."

He smiled viciously. A plan had started to take resident in his mind. It would not be as he had thought from the beginning, but now he would have the pleasure to turn the three boys and others that may be needed to serve the Dark Lord. If they wouldn´t go willingly there was always a way to force them. Thirten Myrdraals and thirteen Aes Sedai. He sat thinking about his plan till the Myrdraal got back.It could be a plan that would raise him over the others or it might be a plan which would get him killed. But chances needed to be taken and take them he would. He would turn up after the trollocks had attacked the farms claiming battered and left for dead. He would see to find a secluded farm that hadn´t have contact with many for awhile and then claim he had come from there. When the Myrdraal came with the trollocs he smiled viciously.

"You will get your orders when we are there. Till then you hold those damn beasts in a short leach. Otherwise I will kill you like the snake you are."

He opened a gate to the secluded Two Rivers and went in. He waited till the last trollock were out before he closed it.

"In a short leach" he snatched at the Myrdraal. "If you get the least attention you kill it but do not try to show yourself till I say so."

The Myrdraal nodded and Asmodean began wandering till he got to a farm out on the south border of the Two Rivers. He knocked cautiously on the door and a man opened.

"Goodday my good man. My name is Joar Adam and I seek a place to sleep for the night."

The man nodded and let him in.

"You live secluded old man. Whats your name and Why don´t you live nearer the village."

The man looked at him for awhile.

"My name is Nathen al´Gar and this is my wife Ila. The village life isn´t anything for me. I make it what I grove out here and haven´t seen the village in about 10 years. And old. I don´t know. I can´t be much older than you."

Asmodean smiled a bit and then grasped the source and thought to himself that he couldn´t been luckier. Before the man could take a step he and his wife were dead. Theyre hearts had stopped thrue the source. Now his plan would be perfect. He looked at the mans face then at the face of the man. It wasn´t that far of in their appearance. They were about the same height same colour of eyes and the same hair color. He laughed and then made his way outside. He looked into the forest and then he made a waygate to where he had left the trollocs and Myrdraal. When he got there he found them where he had left them setting up camp. He winked at the Myrdraal.

"I want you to in the middle of the night attack a couple of farms near the village of Devans Ride. Then next night farms near Emonds Field and an attack against Emonds Field. I do not care how many trollocks dies."

The myrdraal nodded its agreement and made a silent command to the trollocks who grabbed their weapons and started to march behind the myrdraal. The only thing Asmodean could do was laugh. His plan was in motion and if nothing went wrong he would be settled in Emonds Field by tommorow. He smiled when he made a waygate to the spot where he had last seen Lanfear and smiled when he found her in one of the rooms near Shayol Ghoul. She snatched her head around at him when he came in and then said with a cold voice.

"What do you want?"

"I have a proposition. Its on my terms but you will be near your precious dragon."

She eyed him suspiciously before nodding.

"Tell me."

TBC
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Chapter 4 Preview:
-A interesting proposition.
-Settling down in Emond´s Field
-Plans unfolded.

Authors note: In the next chapter feelings may be discussed. A bit mushy even.
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