A banging on her door woke Siuan up with a start. “Mother, come quickly, you must come and see this,” came the voice of Leane through the door. Hurriedly, Siuan threw on a dressing gown and slippers and went to see what the matter was.
The Keeper was stood outside, with a ball of light glowing beside her. She had clearly been woken only shortly before herself.
“There’s been an incident, in the Red quarters. You had best see for yourself.”
The two Aes Sedai hurried down the corridors and stairways, making their way from the Amyrlin’s rooms to the section of the Tower where the Red sisters had their quarters. A group of Sisters were gathered around one of the doors, and parted as they saw Siua approach, hushed whispers passing between them.
Through the open doorway, Siuan could see the lit room belonging to one of those she had entrusted with the search for the Black Ajah, she went to step inside and stopped abruptly as she saw properly the centre of the room. There, floating above a magnificent Sharan rug hung the figure of Elaida Sedai, slowly rotating in the air. Siuan could see the weaves holding her in place, and quickly cut them. The body of the Sister fell to the floor.
A quick delve allayed the worst fears, as there was still a spark of life in the unconscious Red’s form. It would need more than her own skills to bring her back round however.
“She’s alive, Leane, but I doubt for long, without help. Go and get some Yellow Sisters and bring one of the Tower’s angreal with you on the way back. We have to stabilise her. The rest of you, go back to your quarters. This matter is not for discussion,” she ordered.
Leane hurried out, and the others started to disperse after a few moments, leaving Siuan alone. She took that opportunity to take a look around. Elaida had a lot of decorations, several books, and on her table was a writing journal, but it was written in her own code, so a quick glance didn’t tell her anything useful.
Shortly, a number of Yellow Ajah members appeared, and carefully they took the comatose figure away for treatment. How long it would take for them to be able to Heal Elaida would be anybody’s guess, if they succeeded at all.
The Amyrlin returned to her quarters, and with dawn almost upon the Tower, there seemed little point in returning to bed. Instead, she got dressed, and made her way down to the cells, to question yesterday’s suspect herself. She dismissed the Sister and Warder who had been placed on watch, and went into the cell herself. Chained to the wall was a figure she recognised as Sylestra Newick, of the Red Ajah. As she entered, the woman looked up at Siuan and chuckled.
“Ha, come to see me yourself, have you, Mother? Come to gloat over one you have captured? See, I don’t even pretend to protest my innocence. I know that I have been doing the Great Lord’s work, and I will be rewarded, no matter what you do to me. And you, you will soon be fallen. Even with that fool Elaida no longer trying to take you down, you will not last long. You shall see,” Sylestra gloated.
Siuan let her go on ranting. It was doubtful that half of what the self-confessed Black Sister said could be trusted, but she had seen some evidence of attempts to unseat her. Maybe, it wasn’t entirely the Black Ajah to be blamed for things after all…
Sabrar was lynched. He was Sylestra Newick, ostensibly Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah, but in fact a member of the Black Ajah.
Each night, Sabrar could use the One Power Talent of Stunning to roleblock another player.
Each night, he could use the One Power Talent of Foretelling to ask a question about the game mechanics, setup, or in-game events (but not about specific individuals), and would be given a truthful answer at the start of the next Day.