Black is the New White...Cloak (Open)
Posted: June 12th, 2018, 4:44 pm
Varrick Dale, Reluctant Soldier
Another lap of the Tower grounds, another missed opportunity to walk out the gate. Varrick would walk out next time though, absolutely. He just needed a bit more time to think. Light, what would his parents think? He could remember the Inquisitor frowning down at him. Confess. Confess to what? Had it been the game of dice? Varrick still didn’t think so.
And now he was here. Wearing a black coat and surrounded by men and women who could Channel the One Power. The place was crawling with them. Varrick shuddered. Crawling with people like him. He hadn't believed them at first, of course. Spark? Resonance? What a load of rubbish...and then he'd felt it. Saidin. The male side of the One Power that had caused the Breaking of the World. No matter how much they tried to tell him that the "taint" was "gone," Varrick knew better. He'd been raised in the Light and he knew how much the Dark One must be laughing to see this Grey Tower.
But if he left, he'd die. That's what they'd told him. Worse - if he wasn't properly taught, he might Channel by accident, endangering those around him. Did he believe them? He honestly wasn't sure...but he knew if he returned to Amadicia, his life could well be forfeit anyway. A deserter from the Children and a Channeler. The combination wasn't exactly the gold standard for Living in Amador Happily Ever After.
Varrick passed the gate again. One of the guards had been looking at him funny. That sort of thing could put a man off and it simply wouldn't do. Just one more lap. Then he'd approach from a different angle so it all seemed deliberate. Like he was running some errand for someone important. Yes, that would work. One more lap and he'd walk right on out.
Passing too close to a doorway, he bumped into someone. "I'm running an errand." He said loudly and not at all in a panic. "It's very important."
Another lap of the Tower grounds, another missed opportunity to walk out the gate. Varrick would walk out next time though, absolutely. He just needed a bit more time to think. Light, what would his parents think? He could remember the Inquisitor frowning down at him. Confess. Confess to what? Had it been the game of dice? Varrick still didn’t think so.
And now he was here. Wearing a black coat and surrounded by men and women who could Channel the One Power. The place was crawling with them. Varrick shuddered. Crawling with people like him. He hadn't believed them at first, of course. Spark? Resonance? What a load of rubbish...and then he'd felt it. Saidin. The male side of the One Power that had caused the Breaking of the World. No matter how much they tried to tell him that the "taint" was "gone," Varrick knew better. He'd been raised in the Light and he knew how much the Dark One must be laughing to see this Grey Tower.
But if he left, he'd die. That's what they'd told him. Worse - if he wasn't properly taught, he might Channel by accident, endangering those around him. Did he believe them? He honestly wasn't sure...but he knew if he returned to Amadicia, his life could well be forfeit anyway. A deserter from the Children and a Channeler. The combination wasn't exactly the gold standard for Living in Amador Happily Ever After.
Varrick passed the gate again. One of the guards had been looking at him funny. That sort of thing could put a man off and it simply wouldn't do. Just one more lap. Then he'd approach from a different angle so it all seemed deliberate. Like he was running some errand for someone important. Yes, that would work. One more lap and he'd walk right on out.
Passing too close to a doorway, he bumped into someone. "I'm running an errand." He said loudly and not at all in a panic. "It's very important."