Lews Therin and his cabinet
by sidious

 

The War of Power has just begun. Lews Therin and some of his most trusted Aes Sedai are sitting in council, trying to decide what to do.

Lews Therin : My friends, thank you for coming.

Jaric Mandorin : Hail, Dragon! You are the best Lews Therin.

Barid Bel Medar : Whatever.

Tel Janin Aellisar : Yeah… woopie.

Lews Therin : I must congratulate you, Barid, and you Tel Janin for your outstanding work in holding back Rahvin and his Shadowspawn. Without you, they would certainly have overrun Comelle.

Barid Bel : It was nothing I couldn’t handle. Of course, I doubt anyone else in the world could have handled it. It required extreme intelligence and lightning quick judgment.

Lews Therin : Just so. For that I give you and Tel Janin the Order of the Dragon, the highest award to an Aes Sedai.

Barid Bel : *mumbles*

Tel Janin : I’d settle for estates in Tzora. But that is a pretty medallion.

Lews Therin : I knew you’d like it.

Barid Bel : I hate you, Lews Therin.

Lews Therin : Ha ha … you always have such a dark sense of humour.

Barid Bel : Grr…

Latra Posae : I think he’s being serious, Lews Therin.

Lews Therin : Nonsense, Latra Posae. We have this little love-hate relationship. Trust me, it means nothing.

Latra Posae : As you say, Tamyrlin. You forgot the cufflinks.

Lews Therin : Ah yes… you also get these gold cufflinks which have my face engraved on them. I think they’re funky.

Barid Bel : Oh god…

Lews Therin : And because it is a First Class award, you also get this big purple sash which has my sigil and personal honours written in gold leaf.

Barid Bel : This is the first time I’ve seriously considered overdrawing on the One Power.

Lews Therin : Ha ha… you’re always so witty.

Tel Janin : I like it. Do I look glamorous?

Barid Bel : You are so vain, Tel Janin. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you cut your pretty face in the war?

Tel Janin : It would take Lews Therin and Callandor to deform me enough to look like you.

Lews Therin : Ah yes, here comes another of my trusted generals. Welcome Duram.

Duram Laddel : Thank you Lews Therin. I have good news. Semirhage and her army have been thwarted in M’Jinn.

Lews Therin : Outstanding! You will be well rewarded my friend. I was saddened by her demise and turn to the Shadow, but not surprised. I have a nose for detecting treachery, and I could smell her a mile off. Unlike in this room, where I feel loved and surrounded with companionship.

Barid Bel : Does this place have a cash bar?

Tel Janin : I was wondering the same thing.

Lews Therin : Tonight Ilyena and I will host a grand ball celebrating your outstanding victories, my friends. It will be in the Dragon Hall, on the corner of Therin and Lews avenue, just off Tamyrlin Square.

Barid Bel : Light…

Lews Therin : But first… to work. Where is my squire?

Lillen Moiral : I am here, my Lord Tamyrlin.

Lews Therin : Who are you?

Lillen Moiral : I am your new squire, my Lord. No one significant, just plain old Lillen, I am. Just ignore me as you would a shadow. Your previous squire died yesterday when his bathroom spontaneously exploded.

Lews Therin : Light! Foul play?

Lillen Moiral : No. An accident involving a ter’angreal.

Lews Therin : Too bad. Did you pass my secret plans to Professor Smith of the Collam Daan?

Lillen Moiral : I tried, my lord. But he committed suicide yesterday.

Latra Posae : Curiously he took fifteen shocklance blasts to the head. What is your council, squire Lillen?

Lillen Moiral : I remarkable man with a resilient skull. He must have been frustrated in his efforts to end his life.

Latra Posae : Indeed. Sounds suspicious though.

Lews Therin : I don’t think so. Ah well… rest in piece, Prof. Now… Lillen … these are top secret plans surrounding my ambition to invade a major Shadow camp in Paaren Disen. I entrust these to you.

Lillen Moiral : Heh.. Thanks. I will see that these find the right hands, yes I shall.

Sonya Treeleaf : This woman is suspicious, Lews Therin!

Lillen Moiral : Where do you live?

Sonya Treeleaf : Suite 103. Why?

Lillen Moiral : No reason.

Lews Therin : Peace sisters. I am sending Tel Janin to the east with the Garter Legion, and Duram to the South with the Turik Legion. Barid, I need your men in Comelle tomorrow, so I’m going to give you another platoon.

Barid Bel : Great.

Lews Therin : The Band of Lews Therin will form the core. Artillery from the Lord of the Morning platoon. Air support from the Telamon squadron and special forces from the Ultimate Tamyrlin squad.

Barid Bel : Could my life sink any lower?

Tel Janin : I’ve been asking that for years.

Lews Therin : Stop being a bunch of ninnies, you two. I’m always giving you honours, so you have no reason to complain. Now, I want to talk to Latra Posae alone. Go and wait in the adjacent Dragon room until I can see you again. There’s a Dragon-Pepsi machine and Lews Therin cappuccino too.

Barid Bel : Tel Janin, I might actually cry.

Tel Janin : I might join you, my friend. Let’s go.

*they leave*

Lotra Posae : You’re surrounded by jealous and suspicious people, Lews Therin.

Lews Therin : Nonsense, I’ve never had such a stable nucleus of support.

Latra Posae : but…

Lews Therin : Enough! Tell them I’ll see them again. And call my Taoist instructor, Kamarile Maradim Nindar. I’m feeling low.

Latra Posae : As you say.

Lews Therin : This Shadow business will end soon anyway. I doubt it will be more than a few weeks before it burns out. I am the Tamyrlin, and I am never wrong. Now send in my most trusted friends.

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