The Grey Tower

Introduction As the group perhaps the most prepared for the chaos of a sudden departure; excepting perhaps the Battle Ajah, the hours after the Gateway opened were put to good use. As soon as the leaders had streamed through the Gateways, and the M'hael had broken the uneasy tension, the Yellow Ajah and aspiring Dedicated or Accepted put their skills and organization to good use.

Weaves of Air grabbed bundles of fabric as the Drin'far'ji unloaded them, each taking care to clear a space before the tent seemingly sprung to life as others watched. Earthsingers cleared the land of debris, and smoothed the terrain to help prevent further accidents or delays in treating the ill. Already the murmur had moved through Tar Valon, and under the watchful eyes of Warder Yard trainees, the people of the city brought their ill and suffering. The air was foul with smoke and thick dust covered many of the abandoned buildings, their former occupants unwilling to live so near the gaping wound in the city skyline. As the healers began their work, behind the scene the builders continued to fabricate tents for recovery, and aided the cooks in their task. Many of the city were hungry and cold, trade and supplies growing dangerously short as there was little governance to provide or purchase such needful items.

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OOC: Quick intro to let the Yellow and Yellow hopefuls take over, if any would like an edit, let me know

Amaranie

Gareth Tomosan Asha'man
There was no shortage of work for the group of Yellow and Yellow Aspirants to do.

With the destruction of the White Tower came the desolation to the city of Tar Valon around it, and now there was plenty of illness and tragedy to see to. Of course, given that it was at the hands of the Grey Tower that the ivory tower had fallen didn't make them popular with everyone...but for the most part, the truly in-need were glad for the aid.

Gareth divided his time between being a Healer and being one to give direction. He was a Healer foremost, but he was also a mentor, and one of the senior-most channelers within this group. With the group of Aspirants they had with them for one hands-on training and general assistance, that direction was needed.

As the tents were put up and the people started to come to them, Gareth directed multiple areas, starting with triage, where at least one skilled Delver was to remain and others who could assess without the One Power. They were split into illness versus injury, and then divided by severity. Children and pregnant women received priority.

Those who would not be actively Healing were put to tend to those with injuries requiring basic care--bandages, medicines, etc.,--or set to tend to people after they were treated.

Gareth tended to move between all the various groups.

Accepted Isla Arkema
Isla was trying very, very hard to not be scared out of her wits. She knew that sometimes the learning ranks were taken out on training missions, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon! Or so...big. Tar Valon? Really? It had taken her years in the Grey Tower to erase the mind of that place as evil, but the White Tower had been The Place her father's people hated most.

And now she was here... Helping.

It wasn't that she still thought of it as filled with witches with black hearts and blacker blood, but the words--the name--loomed large in her mind, right alongside her terror at whether she was qualified to aid in such a large undertaking.

Gareth Asha'man was giving everyone directions and people scurried to their areas. It was at this point that she saw her friend, Amaranie--now Accepted as well--looking a bit lost. She diverted her course to walk up to her fellow Amadician. "They have many of the Accepted and Dedicated working the minor treatment station over here," she said with a faint smile. "That's where I'm headed."

Nyaine Tar Valon without the White Tower had been hard to imagine. Both while at home and in the Grey Tower, she had seen paintings of the city on the island in the Erinin. The defining features of those in almost all cases where the shining walls and the high arching bridges leading to and from the city, but most importantly the large white spire that was now completely missing. Nyaine had always wanted to visit the city, stroll through the White Tower's fabled library. Be in the place that had stood through the Trolloc Wars, Artur Hawkwing and War of the Hundred Years war and so much more. Until now. Now, Nyaine deeply regretted not having taken the risk of visiting Tar Valon when she had first come from Cairhien to begin her novitiate in the Grey Tower. At least by being here now, helping the remaining inhabitants, she was contributing to restoring this historic place, even if its heart had been ripped out.

The diminutive Cairhienin had been assigned to Heal less critical wounds. Despite arriving in the tent not long ago, she had already treated a small number of patients and was just now Delving a young boy who was accompanied by a doting mother, who had tried to explain what was wrong with her offspring. Nyaine didn't listen and instead concentrated on her weave. The boy had a torn ligature in one of his fingers, but those were delicate body parts and if untended, he might lose the use of his fingers directly. There appeared to also be some tiny fractures in the bones of the same hand. The basic Healing weave would prove sufficient for those injuries, Nyaine reasoned as she let go of the Delving.

“Okay, little one, I will Heal you now. It will feel very cold for a bit, but there is nothing to worry about. Do you understand?” she asked whilst smiling at the boy. When he shyly nodded, she drew on saidar, channelling Air, Water and Spirit just so, and took the boy's head in both of her hands as she let the weave settle in, holding the child steadily to absorb the inevitable, noticeable jerk of his body. “Already done, you've been very brave”, she said and then turned to the mother. “Healing like this takes quite a bit of strength from the patient. He will be hungry, please make sure he is well-fed and rests as much as he can.”

Nyaine left the mother and her son, looking for the next patient to treat.

Amaranie