The First Age

Just started my own thread of stuff to go on the wiki rather than keep PM'ing thal. This way she can stay more organized and up to date. *grin

Entry: Jai Asad Kojima


3rd Age life

Origin: Tar Valon

Occupation: Was raised to be an accountant and apprentice banker but became an Asha'man of the Black Tower

Age: Late 20's

Channeler: Learner, found by testing. Strong enough to Travel, only slightly more than average Asha'man strength. Learned very quickly due to his OCD habits.

Important relationships :

Zakar Kojima - eldest brother. Strict, professional, germophobe, OCD tendencies, married with two children and having an affair with a barmaid named Jaslene. One of her children may be his. Has a terrible temper. Manipulative and controlling of Jaslene. Brilliant accountant and chief executive in charge of the Kojima banking house.

Andreu Kojima - middle brother. Wild, outgoing personality. Life of the party. Wildly paranoid and bipolar. He tends to go on months long disappearances. Gambler. Drunk. Good at knife fighting and fisticuffs. He is a financial officer at the banking house.

Jai Asad Kojima - youngest brother. OCD habits as a child, probably was the most well balanced of the three brothers. But the taint touched his tendencies and he became wildly paranoid, sometimes with good reason, and marked OCD habits, especially when uncomfortable and stressed. Something of a mathematic genius, he can perform complex equations in his head. The Black Tower made use of his talents as a code-writer and breaker. Namesake of Asad Kojima.

Asad Kojima - The Malkieri great-father whose bride to be was found by Aes Sedai and sent to be a novice in the White Tower. When she was put out after refusing the Arches, she stayed in Tar Valon and Asad abandoned his life in Malkier to be with her. They founded a small banking house with what fortune he had. It is his sword that became the heirloom passed down from father to son ever since. The sword was destined to become Zakar's.

Jon Foxsus - Owner of the Golden Fox inn and tavern. He was Jai's best friend growing up despite the enormous gap between the two families in social structure.

Jaslene (Foxsus) Basinthe - Jon's sister. Jai's first love and boyhood crush. He wanted to propose to her but was distracted by the testers from the Black tower. After being discovered he could channel, he never got the chance. She has red curly hair, a bubbly personality and big smile. She's now having an affair with Zakar, and she never loved Jai the way he loved her.

Mikel Basinthe - Jai and Jon's other best friend growing up. He became a Tower Guard, just like Jai always planned to do (he was going to blow off the banking business and become a Guard). He ended up marrying Jaslene.

Lt. Tomdry - a veteran lieutenant in the Dragon's Legion. On a campaign near the blightborder, he led the charge to save the life of a single Asha'man that had become so exhausted and wounded, he foolishly took on a Fade single-handedly, sword to sword. The Fade cut him down, slicing up his belly, and Tomdry and his men valiantly charged. They killed the Fade, but at the cost of all their lives, and saved the Asha'man so he could be healed. That Asha'man was Jai in his first battle after gaining the Dragon pins. The tale was sung by a gleeman (Byron Calanail) in the Golden Fox, and while Jai's name was left out, he recognized the tale as his own.

Daryen Daimon - Asha'man king of Arad Doman. Much stronger in the power than Jai. He is the one Jai reported to in Arad Doman to aid in battling the ongoing seanchan presence. They've been good friends and lovers for some time, although not in a romantic relationship per say. Jai also serves as a level of protection for Daryen and stays near him in court when not dismantling seanchan damane-houses, and was bonded by him for that purpose.

Fate Sedai - A sitter of the Brown Ajah and Daryen's sister. Her machinations got Nythadri involved in plots in Arad Doman, entangling her with Jai. Jai met her in the Golden Fox, and made a bet to eat an entire ghost pepper without passing out. In exchange, he would get to ride one of her prized Razors. He survived, but accidentally blinded himself when he rubbed his hands in his eyes. He had to be healed to see again.

Lennox Orander - A very powerful Asha'man in the Black Tower and a blade master.

Araya - Asha'man of the Black Tower and former Tinker

Nythadri Vanditera - An Accepted of the White Tower that sees Jai as more than an an insane dangerous Asha'man

Edited by Jay Carpenter, Oct 6 2016, 04:36 PM.

Aren't you nice!

Excerpts from lost RP's:

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"A Razor. I'll pay any cost. But your .. countrymen .. are not so willing to sell. I don't blame them. If I win, you find someone who will. Of a good age. Broken and trained." He wasn't sure if there were any unhealthy, sickly Razors out there, but might as well cover your terms well up front. Broken was a must. Trained? It wasn't like he was sitting on the long years of the rest of his life. Taking 6 months training to ride the animal would be worth it for most men, but may not help him very much. "Sooner rather than later." Aes Sedai may have hundreds of years ahead of them, but he calculated the odds for long life were lower for his kind.

She gave the go ahead and Jai prepped himself, folding his neck first one way and then the other, making a show of stretching his shoulders and cracking fingers, warm up worthy of serious wrestling. He took one last look at that pepper. Jon used to mention more often than not the hottest ones were green rather than red, small and wedged shaped rather than long and slender, and puckered rather than smooth. The slender thing in his palm couldn't be that bad. Not like those wedged shaped green things he made the mistake of eating as a lad. Popping those bad boys in his mouth whole. He plucked the stem off and tossed it away. Then gripped each end and snapped it in half, bending and breaking like a dry twig to minimal spray of juice. The scent wafted up after that. The open pepper in the air was enough to burn at the corner of his eyes. He didn't remember those green things doing that before.

A little hint of nerves touched his expression when he tore his eyes off the red-orange piece of art in his hands and checked Fate's. That half a pepper settling in her drink. Might as go for it. He shrugged, took a deep breath, and popped the first half into his mouth.

The heat was very sudden, but surprisingly he found the flavor of fruit rather than pepper. But that thought was quickly replaced by the 3rd chew. The mild taste faded to heat and the burning started with the explosion of saliva and juice on his tongue, then the first swallow spread the pain toward the back of his throat. He kept his bearings, but the struggle was obvious. Airways from mouth to throat to ears erupted in ferociously hot pain, then as the remaining pulp and flesh and crunchy seeds left his mouth and journeyed down the gullet, he was suddenly aware of his stomach, and not in a my-guts-are-falling-out kind of way but in the -i'm-going-to-claw-my-own-guts-out-with-my-bare-hands kind of way.

His jaw dropped open to get some cool air between his teeth, but no relief, and still the other half of the pepper waiting. A deep breath again did nothing for relief, rather it re-circulated everything all over again. Bloody Jon! Doesn't know what in the Blight he's talking about! Red, slender, long peppers are not short, small, green ones. Yet this red spawn of the Blasted Lands was not heat, not pain, it was awful. It was sticking a bloody piece of coal in your mouth.

He stole a look up at Fate Sedai.
"Its like swallowing cobra venom. Fun." Sarcasm. Laced sarcasm.

How the hell did she sit there with not but flush on pretty cheeks? While Jai's forehead erupted in sweat. It felt like his very eyeballs were going to swell and burst out of the sockets. Second deep breath and he reluctantly shoved in the other half of the pepper. This wave hit faster and hotter than the previous, if it was possible. The firebomb in his head burst out another layer of sweat, this time around his ear and along his hairline, brows collecting them and diverting the lines away from his eyes, which swelled with water, like every drop of water in his very body was trying to burst its way out. This swallow spread the heat down to the stomach, across his chest and warmed his very arms. He tried to get some cool air in again, but once more it did nothing but recirculate everything inside his head.

At some point, he wasn't sure when, he had leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands rubbing at the pressure between his temples. The wince had left his face, but he clearly struggled. If his luck held he'd pass out, at least that much happened when his blood sprayed a new layer on that Fade's armor and guts fertilized the earth. But unfortunately, no such relief came. A few tortured minutes like that and it seemed the heat plateaued. He slid his hands from his temples and rubbed at the sweat layering across his eyelids.


"Jai, you are an idiot." He heard Jon's voice. Apparently his friend came over after Jai got through that first half and was standing with them ever since, even going so far as shared a few chatting words about sunset and ghost and cobra peppers with the Sitter. He even offered his friend the oosquai, but Jai heard not a sound of it. He didn't hear anything until now. But he finished the pepper! Why call him an idio.....

"Blood and ashes..." Now he knew. Some of that pepper was on his hands, and he just rubbed his eyes.
"Blood and bloody ashes!" What was the hot coal shoved onto his tongue was now pouring liquid steel straight from the smelter's forge in his eyes.
"Pit of Bloody Doom Jon! What are you buying these days?!" He looked around, looked up for Jon, looked for Fate. Saw nothing. A little panic hit him.

"Guys. I can't see."

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Aren't you nice!

I am a true gentleman. You could learn a thing or two, Nox.

I'm sure I could. Though I don't seem to be having too much of a problem.

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Entry: Northern myths

The lost pages of the Book of Leinster

Tuatha Dé Danann as described in the Book of Leinster, a medieval Irish manuscript formerly known as the Lebor na Nuachongbála "Book of Nuachongbáil" was written by a "man of learning," an abbot, from the court of an ancient irish king and an Atharim scholar. Almost a third of the book's pages were lost in the last thousand years, but the Atharim secretly confiscated the pages to sequester the truth of its contents from public eyes.

Those lost pages described the true history of the Tuatha Dé Danann, not as fairies as they had come to be known, but as people that lived in harmony with the land. Myth said these fairies were of royal lineage. Others said they were once worshipped as gods. Although they had supernatural powers, they were considered to be a neutral group: neither good nor evil.

A pantheon that nurtured the land, they were skilled craftsman and worked the land without harming it. They arrived in what would become known as Ireland after overthrowing the native tyrant inhabiting the area and freed the people from his rule.

Nuada Airgetlám was the first king of the Tuatha de Danann in Ireland. When he arrived, he led the rebellion against the leader of the natives that inhabited there, but in battle lost a hand, one that was replaced with a magical silver prosthetic. The remnants of the defeated natives fled to Greece and the Tuatha de took up rule of the island. Nuada was eventually killed in battle against the Fomorian king, the Tuatha De's primary enemy, but was avenged by the great knight of his court.


Their first leader, Nuada, carried one of four sacred treasures: The Sword of Light. Other heroes of the region carried equally as impressive treasures, and the 'missing pages' from the Book of Leinster described them in detail, although they were eventually confiscated by the Atharim of the region to be hidden, their current whereabouts were unknown.

The four treasures of Tuatha Dé Danann:
The Dagda's Cauldron
The Spear of Lugh
The Stone of Fal
The Sword of Light of Nuada.

The four treasures came each from four separate islands bearing great cities: Murias, Falias, Gorias and Findias. A book called "The Four Jewels" supposedly described the location of these origins: The Yellow Book of Lecan (Leabhar Buidhe Leacáin).

The ancestors of the Tuatha Dé Danann, those of the pre-celts, were the aos sí, an older form of aes sídhe, the Irish term for supernatural beings thought to be the spirits of the ancient gods and goddesses. They guarded their abodes fiercely, enchanting them with spells that would later be known as fairy rings, but were actually powerful wardings of great power. It was thought that the lost treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann were buried in one of the many aes sídhe burial mounds. They even had a sacred white tree of life that they congregated around, one that dispersed contentment and relaxtion by standing beneath its branches. These trees are now extinct.

The lost pages of the book also describe the nature of the relations between the Tuatha de Dannan and neighboring pantheons, including those isolated on the Isle of Man. One name was mentioned specifically, Manannán mac Lir, son of the sea. In the tales, he is said to own a boat named Scuabtuinne ("Wave Sweeper"), a sea-borne chariot drawn by the horse Enbarr, a powerful sword named Fragarach ("The Answerer"), and a cloak of invisibility (féth fíada). Legend said he was necromancer possessed of power to envelope himself and others in a mist so that they could not be seen by their enemies.

The lost pages of the Book of Leinster:

Cú Chulainn is an Irish mythological hero who appears in the stories of the Ulster Cycle, as well as in Scottish and Manx folklore and associated with the god, Lugh. At the age of seventeen he defended Ulster single-handedly against the armies of queen Medb of Connacht in the famous Táin Bó Cúailnge ("Cattle Raid of Cooley").

It was prophesied that his great deeds would give him everlasting fame, but his life would be a short one. Cú Chulainn shows striking similarities to the legendary Persian hero Rostam, as well as to the Germanic Lay of Hildebrand and the labours of the Greek epic hero Heracles.

He carried a supernatural spear called the Gae Bulga. It was made from the bone of a sea monster, the Coinchenn, that had died while fighting another sea monster, the Curruid. Although some sources make it out to be simply a particularly deadly spear, others (notably the lost pages from the Book of Leinster) state that it could only be used under very specialized, ritual conditions: The Gáe Bulg entered a man's body with a single wound, like a javelin, then opened into thirty barbs. Only by cutting away the flesh could it be taken from that man's body.

In the Táin Bó Cuailnge, Cúchulainn received the spear after training with the great warrior master Scáthach in Alba. She taught him and his foster-brother, Ferdiad, equally, except she only taught the Gáe Bulg feat to Cuchulainn.

Lay of Hildebrand:
The Hildebrandslied (lay or song of Hildebrand) is a heroic epic poem written in Old High German alliterative verse. It is one of the earliest literary works in German, and it tells of the tragic encounter in battle between a son and his unrecognized father. It is the only surviving example in German of a genre which must have been important in the oral literature of the Germanic tribes.

The champions of two armies met on the battlefield. The older man, Hildebrand, discovered that the younger opponent is a long lost son, and refused to battle his kin. Instead, he offered gold arm-rings as a peace offering that he had received from the Huns, whom he formerly served. The younger man believed this to be a ruse of impending betrayal and refused the gift, accusing deception and cowardice. Hildebrand accepted his fate and saw that he couldn't honourably refuse battle: he had no choice but to kill his own son or be killed by him. They start to fight, and the public text concludes with their shields smashed. But the poem breaks off, not revealing the outcome. In truth, Hildebrand sacrifices himself, refusing to kill his son, whom slays him in turn. For his sacrifice, Hildebrand is counted among the great heroes of the ancient world, destined to return in its time of need.

I heard tell
That warriors met in single combat
Hildebrand and Hadubrand between two armies
son and father prepared their armour
made ready their battle garments girded on their swords
the warriors, over their ring mail when they rode to battle.

Appendix to the Nowell Codex.

Beowulf, an Atharim hero of the Geats, comes to the aid of Hrothgar, the king of the Danes, whose mead hall in Heorot had been under attack by a monster known as Grendel. After Beowulf slayed him, Grendel's mother attacked the hall and was then also defeated. Victorious, Beowulf returned home to Geatland (Götaland in modern Sweden) and later became king of the Geats.

The Fenian cycle

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne was a skilled warrior and a well-liked and valued member of the Fianna who single-handedly killed 3,400 warriors in a battle and saved Fionn and the Fianna. Aengus Óg owned a deadly sword named Móralltach or Nóralltach ("the Great Fury"), given to him by the sea-god Manannán mac Lir (Mananaan Son of the Sea).

In The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne it is said of Móralltach that it left no stroke nor blow unfinished at the first trial. Aonghus gave this sword to his foster-son Diarmuid, in addition to a sword named Beagalltach, ("the Little Fury"). Along with these two swords, Diarmuid is known to have wielded two spears, Gáe Buidhe (Yellow Spear) and Gáe Dearg (Red Spear), which caused wounds that could not be healed. He used Gáe Dearg and Moralltach for adventures which were matters of life and death, and Gáe Buidhe and Beagalltach for lesser battles.

Atharim prophecy: categorized under "The horn that heralds the end of days" and meaning unknown

Heroes serve a pattern as needed, shaping it, and when they die, they return to wait anew.

New heroes may be bound as well, for bravery and accomplishment raises them high above the multitutde, but once bound, lasts forever.

We are bound to fight darkness and death.

The downfall of the Æsir:

The event is referred to as Ragnarök or Ragnarøkkr (Old Norse "Fate of the Gods" and "Twilight of the Gods" respectively, reflecting the impending fate of the future as well as the historical account of the past.

This prophetic text describes recurring cycles of the northern norse pantheon arising and falling in an infinite loop. It is both a foretelling of future events where a great battle will take place, occurance of various natural disasters, and the submersion of the world in water. It is also a historical depicition of the great battle that took place in the past that resulted in the deaths of all the major figures of the norse pantheon, including Odin, Thor, Týr, Freyr, Heimdallr, and Loki.

*Added hand-written note by the Atharim Scholar, Pliny the Elder, student of the prophet Zaraϑuštra (Zoroaster), author of the Gathas, circa 1st century AD*
Male Asha, the black, the evil, the foul?
Female Aesa, the white, the pure, the clean?
Meaning uknown

*Additional notes added in modern script:
See also: the Book Pahlavi on parallels to Zoroastrian cosmogony and cosmology.
Also: Dēnkard Bundahišn Book of Arda Viraf Book of Jamasp Story of Sanjan.


Edited by Jay Carpenter, Oct 6 2016, 05:23 PM.

Entry title: Prophecies

Atharim prophecy: categorized under "The horn that heralds the end of days" and meaning unknown

Heroes serve a pattern as needed, shaping it, and when they die, they return to wait anew.

New heroes may be bound as well, for bravery and accomplishment raises them high above the multitutde, but once bound, lasts forever.

We are bound to fight darkness and death.

Entry: Gjallarhorn

Known notes on the Horn of Valere:

MARIA SIMONS
Okay...we don't really know. No one really knows. It's an ancient artifact, probably not a ter'angreal.

FOOTNOTE
Robert Jordan confirmed that Rand was a hero of the Horn.

ROBERT JORDAN
The Horn of Valere was known in the Age of Legends, though it was an artifact of an earlier age, but it was never used in the Age of Legends. In part, this was because there wasn't any need in an Age that knew universal peace, but also it was because what it could do was considered a sort of myth by most people in that Age. No one who is serious spends time trying to test out whether a myth might be real. (Seen anybody sacrificing a white bull to Jupiter lately?) And once the Dark One touched the world, before the War of the Shadow actually began, the Horn was among the items lost, and thought destroyed, in the first rush of mob violence, terrorism etc. So it wasn't available for use then even had someone wanted to try. It was later recovered and sealed up with the Dragon Banner because along with the Foretellings that made up the Prophecies of the Dragon was one saying that it must be.

ALAN ROMANCZUK
The Horn of Valere, as Maria said, it was created by mortals—we know that; Jim has said as much publicly—and the Horn was created in the Age before the Age of Legends, or at least one Age before; it was not known how far back.

VIRGINIA
Oh yeah. So now we know that the Wheel even weaves inanimate objects into the Pattern, and makes use of them as it wishes.


Edited by Jay Carpenter, Oct 6 2016, 05:36 PM.

Entry: Irish Myths

(or northern myths. Not sure where the best place to put this is).

Hardiman Atlas

The most significant collection of maps of Irish interest in the Manuscripts and Archives Research Library is that of George Carew, Lord President of Munster at the beginning of the 17th century (MS 1209). This collection contains nearly 70 maps and is one of the largest sets of original Tudor and early Stuart maps of Ireland surviving anywhere. They are known collectively as the "Hardiman Atlas" after their first cataloguer, James Hardiman. It's housed at Trinity College, Dublin.