Location: The training area of the Rebel Camp.

Templan is in the centre of a small sparring area of the
camp. The snow all around the small area, trodden and
melted from the strenuous training and sparring of the men.
Templan wears a pair of comfortable looking, and worn
doeskin trousers, nothing more. A detatched look on his
face as he walks through a number of different forms, a
deadly fluidity beginning to manifest in the deft movements
of his sword...

Walking with ease, his worn leatherboots making a faint
damp sound in the snow, Solus enters the clearing. With his
cloak whirling behind him, due to the growing wind, his
long blond hair falling into his eyes at times, he
approaches the trainee. A faint smile touches his lips, an
eager glow now lit in his eyes, he comes to a halt some
distance away. Swinging the staff he carries in his right
hand casually before him, poking the snow infront of him,
he then speaks as his clear blue gaze settles on the
trainee, "You're getting the hang of it, Trainee. Keep up
the good work" (Solus)

Templan moves as though he doesnt even hear the man. His
movements far from completely fluid, though finding their
way more swiftly, and smoothly ever before. Heron Wading
through the Bush exploding into Boar Rushing down the
Mountain. A series of swift stabs and gashes absolutely
obliterating his invisible foe as he advances against the
imaginary being. Instantly, the strokes, and movements of
the sword switched moods, as though literally becoming
seperate beings. Parting the Silk literally emanates from
the man and his sword, the movements of such beauty and
grace simply undescribable with the words of Mortals.
Finishing the liquid motion, and sheathing his sword with a
satisfying whisper of a sound, he breathes deeply. His eyes
come back to focus as he turns around and smiles at his new
arrival, the muscles on his chest literally bulging from
the exercise. Bowing deeply from the hip, "Light Illumine."
he says politely, and meaningfully.

Solus runs a hand through his beard as he chuckles lightly.
The fire within his eyes seems to intensify as he examines
the trainee more closly, "How far gone or you in your
training, lad? From the sight of those moves just displayed
I'd say you've had access to some fairly good instructors"
The grin fades from his lips, a stern mask of nothingsness
replacing it. Shifting the staff to his left hand he
reaches out his right as a sign of aknowledgement, "I am
Solus, members of the Rebel Watch" A faint touch of irony
enters his voice, "Or as most would say, a Gaidin not yet
bonded"

Templan takes a series of deep breaths, absorbing the man's
words as though a pupil, listening to a great master.
Smiling in gracious acceptance of the man's compliment, he
nods. "I have had the pleasure of training with many great
Instructors, and will train till the day I die. I think no
man has ever reached any 'pinnacle' in this art." he said,
gently caressing his hilt. "Swordsman is a lifestyle, a
journey forever to the horizon which never ceases." he
chuckles, "but now I am rambling." dipping his head again,
"Well, Master Solus, I am Templan. Not more than a trainee
here." he assumed a relaxed position. "Pardon my swift
question, Master Solus, but do you think you would spar
with me? Likewise, if there is any knowledge you could
grace me with, I would be most appreciattive."

With the grin returning his his lips, a faint smile of
amusement one might say, Solus chuckles yet again, as he
lets his hand fall to his side again. "You a poet trainee
Templan? I bet such words falls in good soil among the
Novices and Accepted" The smile resides on his lips, now
looking more like a wolfish grin. Tucking the staff into
the snow he then removes his cloak, tossing it over the tip
of the staff, thus avoiding it getting wet. Taking a few
steps out into the circle he then unsheathes his sword in
one fluid motion. Holding it out infront of him he examines
the blade before nodding slightly to himself as if pleased
with what he sees. Raising his gaze to settle on Templan
again, he takes a few practice swings with his blade, "Now,
what lecture would you like to have then Templan?" (Solus)

Templan grins at first, and then bellows a low baritone
laugh. "I am far from a poet... but for some strange
reason" he took a confused, and befuddled look for a
moment, "the Novices and Accepteds seem to like me."
pausing for a second, as though running it over again and
again in his mind, a motion he seemed to have done for
quite some time, still an unsolved problem, aparently.
Waving off the subject, he chuckles again, and examines the
man closely. Unconsciously caressing his hilt, he looks as
though surveing the man already. As if he wanted to absorb
every molecule of knowledge he possibly could.

Shaking his head in amusement, Solus then lets out a faint
laugh the ther other mans words. "Trust me Templan, if you
want to stay away from trouble, concentrate on your
training and stay away from the Novices and Accepted. Rules
are made to be followed" His eyes suddenly grown cold,
almost distant. When he speaks again, nothing more than ice
lies within his voice, "Assume the Void Trainee" Gripping
the hilt of his sword with both hands he then lowers the
tip of sword to nearly an inch before the ground. Leaning
slightly backwards, still with his body as tense as the
string of a bow, he starts to slowly move sideways, his
eyes and focus set on Templan, he mearly awaits the first
move of the Trainee. (Solus)

Templan nodded at the man, and chuckled at his statement.
"That they are, that they are." he said with a grin. Then
he became detatched for a moment, relaxedly lost in
thought. But the second Solus emmitted the command, Templan
snapped into an attention, "Yes Sir" he said solidly. The
'Sir' already coming out with a cold icyness of the void.
He was completely free of all emotion, and it showed, his
face went from warm, and peaceful. Comforting, even. To a
solid cold. With a 'stroke' - stroke being the only word to
truly do the movement justice - his sword lept from the
scabbard into his hands. At that, his icy gaze fixed
detatchedly on Solus, looking at him, into him, and through
him. As though Templan were not just looking past him, or
through him, but pealing back each and every layer of skin,
and muscle tissue of the man, into his very bones and
marrow, and unfathomable depths far far beyond....

Solus slightly tilts his head to the left, his gaze still
set on Templan, yet something in his eyes resembles the
look of a fierce beast who just hunted down its prey.
Cracking up in a faint grin he comes to a halt. "Now, show
me what you have learned so far so I can determine what
needs to be done" Speaking from within the vast lands of
the Void, he voice sounds hollow, cold. Raising the tip of
his sword from the previous low position he then takes a
step back, motioning for Templan to strike.

Templan observes the man, the man's words vibrating his
being as though he were nothing more than an empty channel
for the emanations. Like an empty cave deep under the
surface. As he gently begins to circle the man, he swings
his sword left and right with fluid motions. Circling his
right side, his left side, and then resting directly in his
centre. Simply exploding into action, he begins the most
furious form that comes to mind- Boar Rushing down the
Mountain.

Templan observes the man, the man's words vibrating his
being as though he were nothing more than an empty channel
for the emanations. Like an empty cave deep under the
surface. As he gently begins to circle the man, he swings
his sword left and right with fluid motions. Circling his
right side, his left side, and then resting directly in his
centre. Simply exploding into action, he begins the most
furious form that comes to mind- Boar Rushing down the
Mountain.

Keeping his calm, his eyes burning with cold determination,
Solus brings up his blade to meet the first strike from
Templan. Adjusting his phase to that of the Trainee, he
moves with the uncomming slashes, gashes and stabs, slowly
retreating backwards. Then quickening up his phase, he
takes a quick sidestep followed by a vast rotation of his
left foot to get out of enemy fire. Leaping into emediate
action, a followup conterattack, he advances on the
Trainee. While taking a faint step forward with his lef
foot, right leg slightly bent to gain balance and power, he
lets his blade trace a horizontal arc, left to right, aimed
as a quick clash across Templans chest. (Solus)

Templan moves his blade from its rest after the last
stroke, being just below his right side, almost horizontal.
The blade swiftly traces its own arc from its previous
position, to vertical. Landing and blocking the slice.
Instantly, he simply hinges his blade, shifting the point
forward, so that it will ride along Solus' own, and either
rest on the mans shoulder, or create a farely mortal wound.
Save it is not halted.

Taking a quick step back, leaning his body slightly to the
right, Solus brings up his blade from its lower position up
to deflect the thrust aimed at him to the side. Taking yet
another step backwards he he lowers the tip of his sword
slightly, the tip now pointing towards Templans knees,
"Very good Trainee. I see that you have practiced
counterattacks. Now, let's get things a little more
serious" At that last word he advances on the Trainee
again, now with more speed than before. Bringing up the tip
of his sword he attempts a diagonal, rising slash, starting
at the left side of Templans hip, ending at his right
shoulder. (Solus)

Templan makes a stroke downward with his blade, deflecting
it to his side. Riding the blade up with his own, he made a
quick longstep forward with his right leg, pushing him into
a solid front long-stance. At that, he solidly punches
towards the man's open chest with his left fist. Surprising
speed and simplicity to his movements, he still keeps the
attackers sword just outside the 'kill' zone.

Moving with the simplicity and fluid movements of a vivid
dance, Solus followes the direction of his sword, slightly
twisting the foot where his balance rests, his right, to
perform a fullbody rotation to the right, thus avoiding
Templans punch. With the power and swiftness of the
rotation he then quickly falls to his right knee, all still
in one lasting motion, attempting to hit Templan at the
back of his left knee with the buttend of his sword. (Solus)

Templan visibly frowns even through the void, as the man
moves from his punch. His obvious move to impress the man
had backfired. The blow landed squarely in the back of his
knee, and he fell to the ground. Though he rolls to the
side swiftly, and holds his blade to block any blows.
Rising to his 'feet' he limps in place, his knee still very
bent, yet he looks as though he simply diregarded it.
Placing both hands on the long handle of his sword, he
resumes a very solid defensive stance, and eyes the man,
square-on.

With the cold, icy, fire still burning his in clear, blue
eyes, Solus lowers the tip of his sword again. Meeting
Templans gaze he flashes his teeth in somekind of akward,
wolfish grin that does not touch his eyes, "Balance is the
key in combat, Trainee Templan. Balance and speed. Always
see to that you keep your distance until you are truly
ready to strike. Do not have the enemy force you into hasty
decicions. It might be fatal." The grins fades, his lips
now pressed tightly into a thin line. "I'd advise you to
use both hands as you are now. Power and balance is a good
combination too. Now, again" Heading straith on the
Trainee, he attempts three consequtive ziczacpatterned
slashes, one to Templans right knee, followed by a qick
slash to his left side his his torso, only to finish the
attackstrike with a horizontal slash to Templans temple,
the slash coming in from the right. (Solus)

Templan staggers backwards on his leg grunting loudly.
Using almost every ounce of concentration in his entire
being, he blocks, and deflects the blows, sweat beading on
his head, deflecting them barely outside of making huge
gashes in his flesh. screaming a loud "AAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!"
he forces his leg straight and large crunch is heard as it
finally resumes a straight positions, and then matches his
other knee. Holding his sword on the last stroke from
Solus, he swiftly jumps back the space of about two steps,
and resumes a more defensive position, both of his hands
deftly grasping the handle. The blade finally looking as
though it were completely one with the rest of his body.

Solus nods in satisfaction, once again lowering the tip of
his sword. Glacing briefly at Templans wounded knee, no
sign on any type of emotion in his eyes, he then raises his
gaze to met the Templan's. With a voice still remote,
isolated, cold, he speaks again, "What was the name of of
the prevous attack and its counter, which I'd might add,
you handled quite well, Trainee" Casting yet another glance
to Templan's knee, he then points towards it with the hilt
of his sword, "Are you still able to spar, Trainee?" His
eyes glitter, still cold, "It's not a matter of being
proud, Trainee, if you are hurt and still press to continue
you will, for sure, become even more innjured. Perhaps even
severly" A faint grin touches his lips, "Aed Sedai can heal
most injuried but still the pain is not that pleasant. Good
training though"

Templan released the void at the man's comment. Grunting as
a stab of pain shot through his entire body, he chuckled.
"That was something I've discovered on my own." sheathing
his sword, he moved forward, and offered his hand, "That
was a good spar... best I've had in some time." he chuckled
again. "And yes, this will need healing, you shattered some
of my bone." he laughed. "Excellent." with a grin.

Templan released the void at the man's comment. Grunting as
a stab of pain shot through his entire body, he chuckled.
"That was something I've discovered on my own." sheathing
his sword, he moved forward, and offered his hand, "That
was a good spar... best I've had in some time." he chuckled
again. "And yes, this will need healing, you shattered some
of my bone." he laughed. "Excellent." with a grin.

Solus raises an eyebrow at Templan before casting a quick
glace alongside his blade, looking for any irregularities,
before he sheathes the sword in one smooth motion. With the
fire in his eyes going out, emotions now returns to its
depths. "Why the laugh Templan? Do you find shattered bones
amusing? But you did good, I admit that I had to take out
more of my skills that I usaully do when training trainees"
He walks up the the staff he left in the snow earlier.
Gripping his cloak he then wears it around his shoulders
again, his gaze still set on the trainee, "Well, do you
want a teoretical lecture before or after the Healing of
your knee? I've still got time"

Templan chuckled again. "The laugh because my perceived
comedy of the situation." rebalancing his weight on his
good leg, andg grunting again. "That blow was very well
placed. I should have seen it. I mean... that was just an
Excellent manuever. Making read use of ever weapon in your
aresenal." he chuckled. "I could use the pain, we'll go
ahead and have the lecture now." he said. "no pain makes a
man weak. Using the void too much, makes a man weak. And
I've been training with the void non-stop, of late. My body
could use a good remembrance of what pain is like. A heal
is not 5 tents from here. Shall we?" he asked, as he
motioned towards a couple stumps near the edge of the
clearing, kept dry by the overhanging tree-bows.

Templan smiles, and grins at the pain, visibly forcing it
away without the void. Catching up to half walk, half limp
behind the man, "Well, from what I have understood, when
one is bonded to a Sedai, the title of Warder is bestowed
upon him. But more importantly, he becomes that Sedai's
protector. Nothing less, nothing more. He is the long,
hard, and physical arm of that Sedai." he said,
straightening his back slightly, "and holds a
responsibility to her, greater than any other
rsponsibility. She is his life. He is to respect her, to
honor her, to care for her..." at that he paused slightly,
his voice changed slightly. "... her Protector." And then
he chuckled at himself. "I suppose I get a little serious
when I talk abotu these things." grinning slightly, "You
were saying?"

Solus grins slightly as he continues his stroll. Nodding
slightly towards a passing Aes Sedai, and her Gaidin who
followes silently in her lead, he then turns to look at
Templan, amusement now in his eyes, "You seem to have had
this lecture already, trainee. Very well then. The Nature
of the Bond?"

Templan chuckles slightly, his eyes sparkling a bit. A rare
occurance for him. "That I have." he paused slightly,
"Though I dont believe anyone has gone over the Nature of
the Bond exhastingly yet." he smiled slightly, and dipped
his head to an accepted who was eyeing him. Probably not
supposed to be there are that particular moment. Chuckling
to himself, and shaking his head in befuddlement as she
giggled, blushed, and quickely darted off.

Solus nods slightly, his eyes settling briefly on the same
Accepted. The grin on his lips widens shortly only to
disappear with great haste, replaced by the wellused stern
mask so often worn by Warders, as yet another Aes Sedai
comes in his line of sight. "The Nature of the Bond then..
This information I am to tell you is not firsthand
information, seemingly, as I said before, I myself ain't
Bonded yet. The Bond is some kind of link, a channle
between you and your Sedai, It carries emotions, physical
feelings and a sense of direction. Using it you can find
your Aes Sedai even if you are lost or even blind. If she
is hurt or she is feeling a strong emotion you will know
about it, and she will know the same as you. Together you
can act as one unit. Together you have greater strenght
together then apart" Following the slingering path among
the Tents he continues, "Sometimes she will feel these
things stronger then you. Sometimes you can feel things
about her. While at the same time she can hide her feelings
fro
m you. Aes Sedai usuallyy don't hide things from their
Warders, as you should act as one, but some things,
feelings and emotions don't really need to be shared with
ones warder" His face grows quite dark as sarcasm finds its
way into his voice, "Or so they say at least"

Templan nods, taking in the entirety of what Solus said,
not flintching a bit, or even pausing. It looked as though
he was simply filing all that was said, away in his brain,
and saw no reason to bog down the time with his own words.
Upon the fishing of Solus' statement, he says, "I knew it
had to be a thing of the One Power.... Fascinating!" he
said, as though a studying philosopher stumbling upon a new
theory. "That is quite fascinating. Emotions, feelings....
Though, I take it, the Warder can hide nothing from his
Sedai, in this bond?" he asked.

Solus nods casually towards the passing woman with an
ageless face with the brief words, "Aes Sedai". Then
shaking his head slightly as the first response to Templans
question, he then takes on the explanation, "From what I
have heard.. No. It may have something to do about Aes
Sedai being the "holder" of the Bond, the more active part,
while the Gaidin is the passive one. But of this I am not
sure. Aes Sedai are not that eager to reveal matters
concerning the use of the One Power, the Bond included" He
grins slightly, "That's the theory behind the Bond, you'll
just have to experience the practical use of it the day you
get Bonded"

Templan dips his head to the same woman, and more than
slightly whispers "Aes Sedai." nodding as Solus continues.
"Yes... I'm a bit itchy 'bout getting a bond. If I did,
personally, I would be really picky about it. Maybe I need
some discipline there, but... I just couldnt allow myself
to be bonded by just any Sedai." he nods again, "I think I
may just try for the Watch, when I feel I have trained
enough." frowning in thought, as he continues alongside
Solus oblivous to the leg almost dragging behind him.

Solus give the trainee yet another amusing grin, "When
"you" feel that you have trained enough?" He barks out a
harsh laugh, shaking his head in disblief, "My dear
Templan, the training you get here is nothing compared to
the training given at the grounds of the White Tower. Due
to certain circumstances, wellknown by most, the training
at this camp as well as the one given in Salidar, is not
that extensive" He shrugs again, his good mood now
seemingly gone. "But I have faith in you Templan. From what
I have seen today you'll become quite a swordsman at least.
Given it some time you'll be a fine Warder. I'll see to it
myself" Coming to a brief halt in an intersection, he lets
a smaller crowd of Novices, lead by an Accepted, pass.
Starting his stroll again, he turns to Templan, "Regarding
choosing your Sedai.. I agree with you there. If you are to
have a choice, not all have, take your time and choose
wisly. The Watch would be more than happy to take you in
when you complete your training, until you find your
future Bondholder that is"

Templan nods. Frowning slightly at his mention of things at
the White Tower, and training opportunity, he straightens
his back slightly, as his leg continues to trail behind
him. Looking down at it for a moment, he chuckles,
obviously realizing how rediculous he looks. Smiling and
nodding at the group of Novices, he is met by many batting
eye-lashes, blushes, and giggles. Still looking confused,
though this time he grinned, and chuckled at them.
Returning to an air of seriousness, he nods, and smiles.
"Thank you, Solus. I am most happy that you will continue
to teach me." Straightening his back again, though
realizing that it is almost impossible to completely
accomplish that, with his leg in the condition it is, he
nods again, and chuckles at his comment eluding to the fact
that a bond is practically inevidable, and should be, for
that matter.

Solus nods at the words of Templan. "You're welcome Trainee
Templan. I know talent when I see it" Coming to a halt
infront one of the many tents, nothing about it that seems
to exclude it from the other tents, he then turns to face
the Trainee. Letting his gaze sweep over Templan's injured
leg he then nods towards the flap of the tent, "I hope to
see you on the practicefield as soon as possible, Templan.
Now go get yourself Healed"

Templan nods, and smiles at his compliment. "Thank you."
Nodding again, and opening the heavy tent flap, he looks
back to Solus, and finishes, "Light Illumine... Master
Solus." with a deep bow, or as deep a bow as possible,
considering the circumstance, he dissapeared inside the
tent.