(02:45:13 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: This new body has already proved its worth. The other guards were easy enough to fool. Appearantly, this body was once a Scarlet guard. Its a shame his mind was so weak, so easy to take over. Now, an entire new world of possibilites spread before him.

(02:48:50 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: The Aes Sedai, those accursed bitches that tried so hard to end him, why they might be proud of him now, if they weren't so damned stuck up. It was simple enough to learn of this insipid cult, and not much harder to infiltrate it. Funny that there were so quick to accept a simple guard as a believer, but seem so loathe to trust any of the nobles. But then again, the shadow as always done its best where distrust is sown. A few well placed additions to their proficies was all he needed. Maybe they believed he could profficy, maybe they knew he was full of shit. Either way, it doesn't matter...nothing more then a simple diversion. Now, their Empress god, is destined to die for them again, and appearantly by the hands of her worshipers. The startled looks he gets from those walking by him he ignores. They will never know how damned funny this all is.

(02:52:51 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: He's seen the Empress of course. Hell, he's stood at attention only a few feet from her. Not that he was stupid enough to try anything at that time. Too many surrounded her. He wouldn't complain about loosing this body, if he could be sure of a successful attack. Killing an Empress would surely be amusing. Perhaps it would come from his own hands, perhaps by anouthers, none of it really matters, all threads in the larger tapistry. Now, its so relatively quiet, he can began laying his first trap. He continues along, everyone taking him for nothing more then a guard going about his business. Slipping into a private barrack room, he draws no more attention to himself then a mouse.

(02:54:59 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: The nice thing about the One Source, he muses to himself as he stands in the room, glancing momentarily in a full length mirror at this new body of his, is that you can weave your spells, prepair them, then set them in place later. He reaches out to Saidin. The flood of the True Power is overwhelming here. Its far better then sex. His bones feel like they would shatter like glass, but he doesn't care. The One Source rages through him like an ocean. And with all the patience in the world, he begans to weave.

(02:57:36 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: He finds himself beganing to laugh outloud as he handles the flows of Spirit. He's grown so powerful in spirit, ever since he let go of himself. Such a dangerous weave, even though he's the one controlling it, it is still like a child playing with fire. He can't help but laugh, boardering on hysteria. Weaves thicker then cable, stronger then mythril, yet invisible. He continues to spin his magic, making the weave tighter and tighter. This will hold stronger then dragons scales.

(03:00:03 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: So dangerous, He mutters. The weave, though spun of the One Source, completely blocks it off. Like hitting a light switch. No, like distroying the sun itself. A cold sweat beads on his brow, his body racked with a painful, nervous laugh as he ties the weaves off. Almost to the door of the room, he looks into the mirror. No, that won't do. Others can't see him like this. This esctatic, this nervous. He stays put untill he can stop shuddering. Untill the laughter is back under controll.

(03:03:43 07/03/05 ) ~~al'Ronin~~ False Dragon Marauder~Is Around~says to ALL: Finally, he walks out of the room. He sticks to the back ways. The servants corridors. Guards use them from time to time, he has learned. So easy to avoid notice. Why, this body was born to this life and who could ask for more? He finds himself before the large, ornate doors to the Empiral living chambers. Strength and Honor, brother. I'm here to releave you. He lies easily enough to the guard on duty here. Slipping into the other man's place, he sets his weave. When the door is opened, from the inside, then the trap will be sprung. Oh, how he hopes it will be the Empress herself. Finding herself cut off from the One Source. Will she be so haunty then? Will she be so arrogantly controlled then? Why, with this new found skill in Spirit, he wonders if the Amyrlin Seat herself could unweave the spell. He doubts that the real Dragon could even undo what he has wrote. His work done, he slips back into obscurity.