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Caemlyn [Some time late, late at night]
Mat dumped the rest of the wine into his mouth, savoring the sweet, cool taste. He brought the cup down and tossed a handful of five dice. They tumbled to the wooden floor of the tavern, clacking against one another ( Read more... ) -
A pub in Caemlyn
Mat was hiding as best he could in his mug of ale. He'd had to get rid of his hat as it had become too bloody distinctive. Stories about the bloody invincible and amazing Lord Mat Bloody Cauthon had been making their way through town and as the gholem, judging by the mysterious death rumors that were also percolating, was also not bloody dead, Mat ( Read more... ) -
Outside of Caemlyn [some morning]
"Mat."
"'s early."
"MAT."
"'s someone attacking us?"
"No, but this is important."
Mat opened one bleary eye. "YOU'RE A BLOODY TALKING PEACOCK."
"See?" the peacock said, preening a bit. "I told you it was important."
Mat wondered if smothering himself with his pillow would be overdramatic. -
Andor [Nowhere Near a Bloody Circus]
The really irritating thing about marching all the way to bloody Shienar was that when it wasn't the end of the world, it was a long bloody hike back to civilization ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail
"I have no bloody idea how this thing works. Why am I talking into this? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? HELLO? HELLO? Bloody, flaming, useless thing, why do I have to tell it that I'm not here? Clearly I am here. I'm bloody talking to it, aren't I? This is --"
*Beep* -
Tarmon Gai'don [The Blight, Wednesday afternoon, Fandom Time]
Mat, flanked by Rand on one side and Perrin on the other, sat on Pips and gazed out at all of the armies of the Light as he tuned out whatever speech Rand was giving. He couldn't hear anything over the hammering of the dice in his head anyway, and Rand was really terrible at speeches.
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Andor, bloody FINALLY [Tuesday, Fandom time]
In the week that had passed since Homecoming, Mat had noticed something very odd happening as he and the Band (and Joline and Teslyn, the bloody Aes Sedai he couldn't seem to get rid of, and Thom, and Olver, and...just shut up, okay, they were still moving faster than they had with the circus) rode toward Andor. With all of the lifetimes the ( Read more... ) -
Altara [about a week later but Thursday, Fandom Time]
Mat's goal of punching a hole through the Seanchan's line was working incredibly well, to the pride of the Band and the open gaping of Tuon, who'd long ago written him off as nothing more than a Toy. Mat would be lying if he didn't find that reassessment incredibly gratifying: there was more to him than the pretty Tylin had tried to turn him into ( Read more... ) -
Camp of the Band of the Red Hand, Altara [afternoon]
Mat's plan of hit-and-fade attacks against the Seanchan had been in effect for a few days now, with Leilwin's "dragons" ("cannons", his mind kept repeating) working with more devastating effectiveness against the enemy than even their leashed da'mane could counter. It didn't mean that the Band had been able to escape the encounters unscathed. ( Read more... ) -
300 bloody miles from Murandy, Altara [Thursday, Fandom time]
The circus had been behind them for more than a week when one of Mat's Redarms approached him: "Riders coming. One of them's Vanin ( Read more... )