History

7/15/03 - Blacktower is formed on Ice Island by Lan Al'thor & Perrin Al'thor.

7/22/03 - Black Tower is constructed South of Trinsic.

7/23/03 - Whitecloak Rebellion.

7/26/03 - Assasination Attempt.

The Betrayal:

A door opens in walking the M’Hael Lan Al’Thor. Looking around he sees many faces he trusts with his life and some he does not. But in the black tower where use of the one power destroys ones mind trust is not something one can depend on. “ Tonight we hunt Asha'man. We hunt beast some have you have not even imagined in your worst dreams. We have been called a pone by the people of this world who cannot remove them on their own. It is time to show the power of the Asha'man.”  Cheers rose up and the feel of men grasping the one power could be felt all around the tower. Lan opened himself to the void and drew in all the power he could hold. Weaving flows that most of the weaker Asha'man could only wish to achieve he ripped the fabrics of the world and time and opened a gate way to another place.

As the Asha' man walked throw the other side there was the sounds of battle all around. Lan being the last one to come out the gate began to call out orders to the Asha'man , but to his surprise they where already performing the orders given to them by the Storm leader. Not thinking much of it he charged into the dark fiends with a fury of power and steel. After what seamed like days of fighting there was only one dark fiend left. Screaming a war cry full of pain and disuse Lan charged him but the dark fiend was fast caught Lan with a blow to his ribs. Losing the power all the pain rushed in to him. Looking over his shoulder from the corner of his eye he could see a gate opening and the Asha' man fleeing. Thinking he was betrayed and left for dead he tried to reach for the power to give one last burst to destroy the dark fiend along with himself. It was too hard and he was too weak.

Opening his eyes Lan realized he was not dead, yet he was not where he last remembered. Looking around he saw nothing that looked like the black tower or any thing he remembered.  It was a small room with just a bed and a table. The table had some food and a note.

The note read:

I know who you are and think we may be of more help to each other then either of us would have ever believed.

Galad Damodred Lord Captain Commander

Putting the note back on the table he realizes were he is. The fortress of light and prisoner of the white cloaks. “Why would the white cloaks help me??”  Just then the door opens. “Hail my nephew”. Said Galad as he walked in a sat on the bed. “I am nothing to you why would u call me that?” Said Lan as he reached for the power, but found nothing. “ You are my nephew and don’t waist time trying to use the dark ones power. You have been burned out. Let me tell you a story that you should have known a long time ago”.

After hours of talking, explaining how Galad was the half brother to Rand Al’Thor. And Lan arguing his points to only be proven wrong again and again. Lan bowed his head and asked “well …..uncle why did u save me if you believe me to be a dark fiend”? “Look at me Lan I'm 60 years old I can not lead a army into battle. I need to pass over my position and I can not trust just any one to take it!”…….” And as much as I detested your father he was a great leader and a true hero. I see a lot of him in you. So I hope you can lead the children of the light into the next age like your father did the black tower into the last”

“I need time to consider” Said Lan

“You have a week”

On returning to the black tower Lan was welcomed with unsure faces. Reporting to the healers he got himself healed from being burned out. Then when he opened the door to the throne room he saw another in his chair. “Damien how dare you sit in my place!!” “Your place? The M'hael can sit where he wants Asha ‘man kill!” Grabbing his sword Lan realized he would not make it out alive. Then the faces he always thought where the ones he trusted came to his side. Fighting their way through the Asha' man in their way they made it out side.  Then as they thought they where free another group of Asha' man came from a gate in front of them. Grabbing his sword knowing this was the end Lan charged. As his blade hit blade he looked his enemy in the face. It was Perrin Al’thor. "Brother now is the time" Lan yelled follow me or kill me. As Perrin smiled he said “ Brother I will follow u to death when the time comes and try to help you take hell over as well, but know is not the time.”

As the gateways open Lan, Perrin and their loyal followers left on their way to take over the Children of the light. They found where they belonged. Now they must cleanse the world of the dark fiends and rule the world with an iron fist.

- Accounted by Lan Al'thor (M'Hael 001)

The Bubbles:

Damien Merlin......A man who feels he has lost control, but a powerful man none the less.

 He grips where there should be a bandage on his leg, but none thankfully. He had taken many wounds only two days ago but due to the Healing of the One Power, of Saidan. He was taken from a nearly dead man with 10 arrows stuck in him to a living breathing sight of power like he was. But he did not feel it, he had been taken surprise by the Assassins who left him for dead, and killed two other Soldiers of the Black Tower before they were finally chased off by other Asha'man. He felt a fool for being tricked by him.

Him, that insane lunatic. That try to have him killed.

Him, the man he looked up to for starting a dream, a man whose vision had been a success.

Lan Al'thor the former M'Hael, and man taken by Taint. Now the Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light.

Anger Bubbled in him at just the thought of the man, The Tower almost doubled the numbers of what the Children had and yet he still sought to star a war. "You'll have it then!" he said to himself, but then released where he was again. The Meeting of the Tower. Young Faces, Old, all looked up to him with question. It was not unusual for him to spout out things, I'm not going crazy yet! he thought.

He stood placing the blue pillow in his lap on the grand table in front of him. He placed both hands on the table equally apart and let his wait stand on them. He Spoke "The time has come at hand for us to strike back at our enemies! I have information that the White cloaks have a base not far outside Trinsic. We shall set up a command post in this Town, and use to smash the Children's Camp. We are to War!"

Applause broke out and eager faces jeered at each other.

"Wait that is not all, I also know of a White Tower Refugee within this town we shall also raze this to the ground and hang or imprisoned any Aes'Sedai we find."

His anger bubbled furiously, though the White Tower had not taken action against the tower it was still be to do a counter attack. Why else would they have a newly formed refugee there built only days after the Towers Construction was complete.

He would smash Lan and his pitiful excuse of an army, he would smash them all back to the Age of Legends and the pits of Shayol Ghul they came from. His anger bubble more and he embraced Saidan and gave a great laugh that drowned them all out in there talk.