Sariye din Tobiar

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Sariye din Tobiar
Created by Saraid Mahara (player)
Information
Gender Female
Occupation Novice
Affiliation The Grey Tower
Nationality Atha'an Miere

Sariye din Tobiar is an Atha'an Miere Novice of the Grey Tower.

Description

Sariye is, to a large degree, very much a typical Atha'an Miere female; of a median height and proportionate weight, skin coloured of cinnamon that complements her darker brown hair, and an innate grace inherent in her people. The only distinguishing trait, perhaps, is her lighter green-brown eyes, unlike the more frequently seen dark brown. A few tattoos describing her clan and sept mark her hands, and a further, more personal image is marked on her left hip. She has two earrings in each ear, and a ring through her navel. Before being sent to the Grey Tower, she was ranked a Windfinder among her people and upon her ship, a reflection of her age and experience than aught else, but coming to the Tower has truly altered her world. She finds herself treated with less respect than accustomed. She is, like many, proud and stubborn, almost but not quite achieving the legendary steel of her elder kin that causes many a person to inwardly quake in their presence. She has yet to be drawn into revealing her true character, preferring to hide behind a nation-wide mask, unsure of who she can really trust after her sudden separation from all she knew. It is indeed hard to know who to speak to after her so-called rescue by an Aes Sedai, and her unexpected transfer to the Grey Tower, where they view her as a child without restraint or training.

Biography

A fierce wind whipped the woman's loose hair around her body, stinging as it lashed against her blue eyes and skin. Against the pain she stood solidly on the foredeck of the ship, and raised her hands in concentration. Maintaining several weaves at once was difficult, especially at the depth and size of the threads of Power she had used and it was fortunate that she only had two to control. Control indeed for she tired and now struggled to continue channelling, but even as sweat broke upon her skin, it dried, the sharp wind evaporating the only visible sign of her exertion.

The first weave, the Windfinder pushed more Power into, thicker strands of Air creating a wind that filled billowing sails and propelled the ship forwards. It was fortunate that this particular weave required minimal concentration and only continued with the Power she fed into it, for had it required more of her attention, her grip of the weaves used to create lightning would have faltered, and left the raker without defence against the other ship which now harried it from behind.

Grasping the weaves more strongly, Sariye din Tobiar slammed the balls of Earth, Air, and Water together, causing bolts of lightning designed to tear apart to streak towards the deck of the attacking Seanchan ship. She threw a fireball, almost purely made of Fire but for the core of Air, at the sails and then shielded herself, dropping her lightning weaves and forcing more Air into the spiral that pushed her ship forwards, as the damane replied in kind and rained fire overhead.

Sparing a moment to lick her lips in fear, the dark skinned Atha'an Miere woman cast a harried look in the Sailmistress's direction and gestured fiercely, conveying her exhaustion. The Windfinder of the Stormracer knew that the damane on the following ship was exhausted as she, for her attacks had diminished in frequency and strength. It was both fortunate and telling that the attacking channeller was tiring, Sariye could now see her greater strength in her endurance and stronger attacks, but she too tired.

The Sailmistress waved a hand back from her position on the lower deck and waved to the man who stood at the wheel. The ship banked and began to turn quite quickly, almost too quickly, and Sariye lessened her weaves in concern. She needn't have worried though, as Urian knew what he was doing, and soon their ship was putting distance between the Seanchan ship, only just turning, and themselves.

A horror-filled scream, faint now with the increasing gap between the ships, rent the air followed by cry equally as tormented, and Sariye winced. The damane on the chasing ship was Powerless, and if both damane and keeper were not at least half-dead, they were in pain. That took away from the threat the Seanchan ship posed, and she sank to her knees in exhaustion gratified that she had only to maintain the weave that created wind, and equally horrified in the knowledge that the marath'damane had pressed her charge past her ability. The damane had overdrawn and burnt herself out, possibly killing herself and her keeper in the process. Respite in a most shocking way.

Respite for a mere moment, less than a breath after that thought as a ragged call to regroup and account for crew was sung out, another ship flying a Seanchan flag was sighted. The larger and closer vessel had obscured it. Now, it grew in threat, size, and speed as it drew closer to the limping raker.

A fresh hail of fire rained over the ship, setting aflame nearly everything it touched. Worn out, Sariye could barely weave the threads that formed a shield. It wavered, and then collapsed back in upon itself, shrinking to accommodate her weakened state until it barely covered her own form. The ship broke creaked, and groaned under the strain of breaking beams and burning frames. Screams as people themselves became kindling, or screams as people jumped into the water only to be caught up in the new damane's weaves and thrown back amongst the wreckage.

Sariye's eyes closed as she gripped the edge of the doomed vessel and dragged herself closer. Less than an arm's length to go. A burning piece of boat clattered to the deck near her, shattering, sending sparks of live coal and flame about. Frightened into action, though protected by her weakening shield, she lifted her exhausted body and scrabbled over the edge of the boat and fell. Coolness surrounded her and her shield winked out, even as the Seanchan ship declared the Seafolk ship done and made good their escape. Coolness surrounded her, even as another ship, this time a neutral one came upon the scene and began to salvage what they could, and find survivors.

Career History

  • Novice