Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 8, 2010 14:36:01 GMT -5
Remind me why I’m here alone while you play nice with your current greentoy? Manners, my dearest, for the lovely would not appreciate such harsh words… the singsong reply hummed through the Rider’s mind, then, like a riddle, The Weyrwoman’s second is whom you seek, she of the golden wings. Should you happen upon those of bronze, consider it luck. Those of the legend Wing are to die, as too is the youngest of the golden wings. Otherwise, life is secure short of resistance offered. Do you desire clarification? Ka’aen wrinkled his nose, casually peering around a doorframe. I think that’ll do, Rhi. Keep me updated, don’t get /too/ distracted with that greentoy of yours, he tacked onto the end, just to annoy Rhiiseth, You do know that Hers is attached to a brownrider, don’t you? The corridors were startlingly empty; Ka’aen assumed that it was due to the early hour and the lack of warning. And in any case, he didn’t suppose that anyone would think him out of place. Perhaps they would think it odd they had not seen him before, but he wore no knots, could be a new Candidate, and his step was light and loose, unconcerned. His pace did not falter at the shrill death keen ringing out, Rhiiseth’s mind painting calm and steady over his consciousness. The second of golden wings has fallen to Tskkenth’s. A lovely scream, he says, so pretty was the golden one, and her hatchling, /too/… A content mental hum, as Ka’aen dropped back into a shadowy crevice to let the uncomfortably loud chatter of terrified Drudges wash over him as they darted from the kitchens into the Main Hall. Like children from wild felines, my only, they run, seeking shelter from what is omnipresent and omniscient… So that’s us, or death? Ka’aen replied. Rhiiseth did not reply verbally, instead with a lick of gentle amusement against his mind. Then: The lonely South lacks another set of bronze wings, such a sad tale whispered into the wind, his keen, such hopelessness…pity those whose hides gleam like the dying suns, we do, for how could they know with such vanity comes death. Somewhere beyond the Weyr, glimmering blue wings rose in silent triumph, Rhiiseth coiling snake-like around a tree, eyes glittering like dusk and death. A dry, soft hiss, a rattlesnake’s warning, Comes death…~*~*~ Things to Know--This thread is for members of the Legatus Wing, and Meira of gold Jingth only. --As of this post, Savitri of gold Hepaticath is dead, as is her daughter Keravi, and W’yn of bronze Grinth (NPC). --This thread is primarily for escape, not battle. Those who attempt battle will be hurt. --Please allow Symphony first post. After she posts, your characters will probably have a lot more to do, promise.
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Post by glamourie on Oct 8, 2010 14:48:45 GMT -5
Screaming.
Ka’rys slept in his office. When he slept. He tended to cat-nap; it was a nasty, nasty habit, really, born of being the smallest weyrbrat, later candidate, later bronze weyrlingrider. For him to sleep more than two or three candlemarks at once was something of a miracle. But he was asleep, at least until the sound that was loud and high enough to wake the dead and the sudden and very sharp panic that came from Ciceroth alarmed him. He half-rolled out of his chair as he bolted awake and blinked – blink, blink. Ciceroth didn’t panic. Ciceroth was level-headed. Got angry, yes, but he didn’t panic. The upset was enough to rip through the sleep-fog of his mind as Ka’rys silently inquired as to what was wrong – because it just was not like his dragon. The silent Wake up, get ready, get armed sensation was one that he was familiar with, but he didn’t understand why. What was going on...?
Attack. We are under attack. What time – uh – before drill – Well, wake Legatus up! Everyone. Slight pause, then groggily, Who was that, Ciceroth?
The bronze did not answer his question. Ciceroth was hunting – it was perhaps a bizarre stroke of luck that the bronze was not where he normally would be at such an odd hour. The half-eaten herdbeast was dropped, lifeless and torn, to the ground as he brushed his’s mind – demanding a location; the infirmary. Between without one’s rider on their back was difficult, but Ka’rys was awake and present enough to tell him where he needed to go. He sought the infirmary ledge and disappeared straight from the ground (a mark of being older-than-dirt in terms of dragons), only to reappear on the infirmary ledge without a sound. Even as winked from between, he was reaching out with his mind to touch on the Legatus Wing members just as His had asked –
Wake up. We are under attack.
If the death keen hadn’t woken them, that would’ve. Ciceroth shuffled, eyes whirling shades of red. His normally brilliant metallic hide had faded to an unusually pale tan not unlike that of a bronze – no doubt a sign of his upset – and his tail lashed at his side.
Who WAS that? Chandath’s is looking for you. Where would you have me tell her to hide, Rysmine?
The lack of answer was not helping him – but that phrase did, some. Kalerary had Samera; she was babysitting her younger sister for the night to ease Savitri’s stress. If Chandath was asking questions, then it wasn’t her and Kalerary was fine. That took away only a modicum of the nervousness that Ka’rys felt as he grabbed his dirk and knives. He moved to his office door and peeked out it, around the corners until he was sure there was no one lurking in the darkened hallway. Out he bolted, stalking toward where Ciceroth was instinctively; it was natural to seek out his dragon when he was caught off-guard. The colorful obscenities running through his mind were probably enough to make anyone blush or nervous, but he was slowly waking up.
Tell Kale to stay right where she is. Tell Chandath to get inside her ledge further. Not a good time to play bold. Ciceroth, who WAS that? What orders do you want me to give Legatus? Find out where everyone is, how badly outnumbered we are. Tell E’rro to check on Savitri, he should be closer – That won’t be necessary. What? Another instruction for Ismaroth’s. Hurry!
That – that was ominous. Ka’rys didn’t ask for elaboration – he didn’t need to. There would be time to get more details later, but it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together and it felt like his heart just dropped into his stomach. He functioned decently under stress, but not under anxiety – infirmary, infirmary. Last time someone attacked Selenitas, they’d gone for the barracks, the infirmary and the hatching grounds, as well as the main hall. He didn’t even know what the situation was yet – he just wanted his wing in the infirmary so that he knew what was going on. Fast.
Tell them all to get to the infirmary. Fast. Find out what Salenth knows and hurry. Tell Jingth and Millieth to get Theirs to the infirmary, too.
We may be too late for Millieth, but Jingth is already here. I will tell her that you are coming, the bronze said to his mindmate as he edged into the infirmary ledge further. He was barely recognizable, so pale was his hide, but when he spoke, it was to all of his wing – all that he could reach. Where was Ysaloth? Where was Iorath? – We need you at the infirmary as fast as possible for further instruction. Report in with anything you can see, too...
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 8, 2010 14:54:10 GMT -5
They were gathered in Ar’ren’s weyr for a shared breakfast after their pre-dawn run when the world broke out in chaos. M’ta almost always ran before drills (the exception being those mornings when his weyrmate stole his attention convincingly), but lately he’d taken to inviting others from his wing along on occasion. Today it was Evrgarde and Ar’ren. Behruth streamed a steady set of images and impressions that his mind interpreted on a level that wasn’t quite above or below consciousness, putting names to the dragon screams and sending M’ta out into the hall at a sprint. He immediately plastered himself to the wall as someone moved swiftly down the adjoining corridor in colors that were decidedly not Selenitas. Dragons in the skies, men in the tunnels, too many people still asleep and the death count rising. They needed to evacuate the Weyr, and not just the civilians. The former thief knew when a place was defensible but, more importantly, he knew when to cut and run.
The moment that determination was made, however, Ciceroth’s orders came. No! Ruth! On it. M’ta had just ducked back into Ar’ren’s weyr when Ysaloth and Iorath disappeared. They- Are covering Ciceroth. It was their choice. The male had found all the Legatus minds now, as well as Jingth’s, and broadcasted the coordinates to one of the escape tunnel exits located closer to the Weyr than the ones the weyrling has been taught to go to. The clearing was large enough for many dragons, though, which was why it was chosen. Jump there and wait for your riders. Do not go out onto the ledges. Enemy dragons in the skies. I repeat, do not go out onto the ledges. To Ciceroth, he added, Move! Ysaloth and Iorath won‘t last much longer. Indeed, Iorath’s keen followed his words seconds later. Then Ysaloth’s.
M’ta was back out in the halls, moving through them as quickly as he dared. Sneak and PMS scouted the paths to the infirmary, Behruth projecting the safest ones to the Legatus riders, along with any enemies that might bar the way. If they see you, you‘re likely to meet more resistance at the infirmary, he warned. We‘re not sure if Hepaticath‘s was there or not. Jingth‘s is. You may not have much time. He nudged M’ta privately. You are going the wrong way, Mine. The brown rider slipped into a near-deserted hall, rousting a crafter and his family from their beds and urging them down one of the tunnels that would lead to freedom and a weyrling for transport. No. Once they realize there are escapees, it will divide their attention and give Meira a better chance. Mine… We don’t know that they won’t be killed anyway if they stay. Besides, no one will win free if the risk isn’t taken.
There was a long pause. What about your risk? I won‘t attract attention unless it‘s necessary. Your idea of necessary- Ruth. Trust me. Another pause. I do.
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Post by Ember on Oct 8, 2010 16:24:55 GMT -5
Nephele bolted upright at the keening. What the heck? She scrambled out of her bed, forgoing getting dressed properly to reach for her blades. Something wasn't right and if she knew her wing...yup, there it was. Ciceroth's message had tagged along with that thought. Nuoth, what's going? The green was already up and rapidly paling. I...am not entirely sure. What Ciceroth said is true. We are under attack, but I can't tell by who.
More orders came in and the greenrider sifted through them. Right, then, Nuoth tell Ciceroth I can't make it to the infirmary from where I am. We're going ahead to the coordinates M'ta and Behruth gave us. Nephele and I cannot get to the infirmary, Nuoth projected not only to Ciceroth but the minds of all of Legatus, riders included. As much as she didn't like to talk to other people - it was terribly rude - the situation caleld for it. We shall procceed to Behruth's coordinates and assist from there.
"Charming, Mother, Diva, Sweetheart," Nephele called to her pets. Three out of the four responded by quickly joining her. She stared at Diva, who was shrieking and clinging onto as many posessions as possible. The greenrider's heart sank as she realized she'd have to leave the green behind. She knew what would happen to a bonded firelizard that was left behind. She shook her head sadly and hurried over to Nuoth. No time, if the sound of footsteps were anything to tell by.
Nephele mounted up in her night shift, knife belted awkwardly over the sleeping garment. Her firelizards clung to the fabric or her hair as she gave Nuoth the image again. The greenrider vaguely heard the sound of her door being flung open as she and Nuoth disappeared. Her home, her belongings, her friend...As they landed in the clearing Nephele gasped. There went Diva. She held back hot tears as she awaited the other Legatus riders.
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Iskierka had been awake long before the attack began. She was an early riser for the sake of her own training and that day was no different. The first few keens were met with a blink of surprise but nothing else. She would wait for her orders. The first thing she heard Ciceroth say made her shake her head, a flicker of irritation in her. That much was already obvious. She forced the emotions away as she waited for more. The infirmary? She could get there from where she was.
The woman set out at a fast run for the infirmary, Behruth's information helping a lot. Ioth's cold presence in her mind reminded her that the blue needed to get out. The longer he waited the harder it would be. She focused on the coordinates long enough for him to join Nephele and Nuoth at the clearing. Thankfully Rhino had been with the blue and had gone with him. All she had to do now was get to the infirmary, find out what was going on, then get herself out of the weyr.
She only encountered a couple of the enemy and she dealt with them as quickly and quietly as possible. The infirmary was probably going to be crawling with enemies soon enough. Iskierka didn't exactly fear death but she didn't welcome it either. They had to get out and...the weyrlings! Iskierka's eyes widened slightly and she almost stopped running. Ioth... On it. Behruth, please continue to look after the weyrlings. Yours knows the tunnels better than Mine does. Iskierka cursed herself becoming even that little bit soft as she all but skidded into the infirmary.
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Oct 8, 2010 19:50:10 GMT -5
Onyth and Elysia had been up before sunrise. In the rider’s case it was insomnia. In the green’s, a simple desire to hunt. The first keen that ripped the air was seen as well as heard. The dark green had been on the return trip when she spotted the attack, the greenrider stalking the hallways. The green hissing venomously dove from the sky, twisting to enter the canopy in the attempt avoid an incoming opponent. No….two. Already armed Elysia went for her weapons even as she started back towards her weyr. What’s going on? Ekarth. He killed Morreliath. Immunis has been destroyed. What! No time. Coordinates coming to you now. Hurry my love! Focus. Immediately Elysia obeyed, swallowing down the sudden flash of panic in favor of saving Onyth. The green betweened just as her attackers broke into the canopy after her.
Emerging from between in the clearing, riderless and angry, she back winged and touched earth. Ciceroth says you are to get to the infirmary. I am safe. Hurry. Her tail lashing back and forth Onyth bared teeth at the sky before her whirling eyes focused on what was before her. Nuoth, Ioth, and the bronze pup Mavenath. Two with riders. One without. Selenitas falls around us. The dark green remarked to them all with venom in her tone. However, worry and sorrow clouded her whirling eyes and paled her hide. Worry for hers, for Saboth, and her wing and deep sorrow for those who had already fallen. Up to and including gold Hepaticath.
It did not take long for Elysia to reach the infirmary. Blood spattered her clothing from a quick confrontation in the darkened stone corridors but besides the one, her trip had been pretty uneventful. Without hesitation the woman slipped into the infirmary, ignoring the panicked apprentices in favor of finding the rest of her wing and Ka’rys. Two pops announced the arrival of both of her fire lizards.
Amour was sent immediately to Onyth while Baron was sent to the wherhandler apartments. Please. Just one look was all she needed. Enough to be sure he was still alive. Then Baron to was to go to Onyth. With a chirp both disappeared and Elysia was left alone again, at least until she rounded the corner and spotted Iskierka. Finally. “Iskierka. Immunis has fallen.” Probably not new information but information nonetheless.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Oct 9, 2010 15:14:59 GMT -5
Darya lay unmoving in her furs, heart pounding, every sense stretched to the limit, waking to that awful keening might be wonderful for chasing away the cobwebs and getting the adrenaline flowing but when it came to inspiring anything other than a straight fight-or-flight reaction, well it really left a great deal to be desired. As yet she couldn’t hear anything out of place, though she had no doubt she would soon enough. The bluerider had put together enough pieces to conclude this was another attack, though be whom she couldn’t begin to guess, it often seemed everyone wanted Selenitas Weyr razed to the ground. With this in mind Darya slipped out of her furs and into the nearest of her clothes, there was just no way she was going to fight or ride in just her underwear. Speaking of fighting… Darya added her long dagger, a dagger that was a bare inch or two short of being a sword, and an extra belt knife to her belt. Not much point taking more than that, she was no weapons expert, besides more than that would probably make a dreadful noise.
Darya raised an eyebrow at her dragon as she scooped up the last two things in her weyr she wanted to keep tabs on in this disaster, her pets. ‘Silence Imp. Understand?’ The mute Bit did not need to be warned, she was always silent and besides once she was picked up the tiny firelizard ran up to Darya’s shoulder to cling there perfectly still for once in her life as if that alone would hide her. Understand. Imp agreed very quietly. Scared, where Harmony is? With that unsubtle reminder that he was also worried about his mate, which was accompanied by such a rush of emotion that Darya very nearly took off to find Darmori and make sure he was okay, Imp vanished inside Darya’s shirt.
The infirmary?[/color] Azrath inquired as Darya peered out into the early morning. If we go there we’ll certainly be in the right place. Darya’s sour tone showed a double meaning. Hostiles almost right outside. We take Behruth’s coordinates. Tell him and send Ciceroth our regrets. Can you go from here? The blue dragon let out a surprised snort at that question, things must be serious. As you will.[/color] the blue acceded as his rider scrambled onto his back and projected coordinates as clearly as possible.
Azrath came in low, lower than Darya wanted to think about, half dropping into the clearing, half landing, and just in time to hear Onyth’s comment. Indeed.[/color] Was the blue’s only reply, sorrow clouding his tone.
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Post by Tashe on Oct 9, 2010 17:12:02 GMT -5
Stretching as he stood up from his shared desk, E'rro glanced over at Meira before yawning. All in all the Wingsecond didn't mind her, though he thought it was a little unusual that a Senior Apprentice had been made the healer in charge on their shift. But, he wasn't going to argue. From what he saw, or at least chose to see, Meira was a diligent worker. Whistling softly, he held out his arm for his Green Flit to perch on. "Feather where is Nui?" A few flashes of images showed the Blue to be inspecting one of their patients. E'rro sighed and called the Blue back to him before sitting down. "Hey Meira, have you seen those scrolls on human skeletal structures? I've been needing to take... a..." Mine. Is Jingth's there? Startled, E'rro broke off speaking to the Weyrwoman in favor of his Dragon. Yes. Why? Long explanation later. We're under attack. Ciceroth has ordered all of Legatus to the Infirmary, they should be arriving soon. I've sent Jingth the coordinates for the clearing. His chair clattered over as he stood, face in a grim frown. Placing his fingers in his mouth he whistled, disturbing Feather from his arm as he did so. "Apprentices here, right now."
Stalking over to Meira E'rro put his hand on her shoulder and bent in close. "Weyrwoman." The Brownrider never called her that inside of the infirmary. "We are under attack. Have Jingth immediately jump to where Isma has told her. Then please move to the back of the infirmary. If you can start helping the others escape through the tunnels. But if I tell you to leave, you leave." He gave her a gaze that meant he would brook no arguments before pulling away and striding over to the Apprentices. "Listen to me. Get all three of the patients ready to move, we are under attack. Those of you who aren't charged with the patients get medical bags and move to the back of the infirmary until I say otherwise. Go." Breaking off from the Apprentices as they scattered, E'rro noticed that two of his wing had arrived and called out to them. "Iskierka, Elysia." He met them half way. "Keep an eye on the entrances until we get further instructions. I need to start getting them," He gestured to the people around them, "out of here."
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Ciceroth. Meira is in the infirmary with Mine. Jingth has been given escape coordinates and has or will be jumping. Onyth's and Ioth's are at the infirmary. I have heard Immunis Wing is completely destroyed. A Bronze fell from the sky, I assume they are going after metallics. Also Millieth's Rider and her small one have been captured. I won't be able to get close. He paused and looked around from his hiding space. It is hard to count the exact amount of Dragons. I await your orders. Torn between staying and leaving to the coordinates to help protect Jingth, Isma lashed his tail. If he stayed he could possibly help Ciceroth but it could also mean capture... leaving would help ensure the safety of his Wing as well as a Gold. He thought about it logically, took the best tactical decision and leaped to the coordinates. Dropping down quickly, Ismaroth touched the minds of the Dragons present before he landed. The Wingsecond sent a note of who was there to his Bronzeleader.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 9, 2010 22:50:19 GMT -5
Ciceroth says His is coming, and I cannot feel Hepaticath.The gold’s tone was undeniably distressed, her tail coiling around her from where she was sprawled inside of the Infirmary. Her body, once lax in relaxed dozing, tensed, Jingth lifting her head to scan what little she could see of the outside apprehensively. Blue sky covered by unfamiliar wings, unfamiliar minds ghosting against her consciousness…the sooner it stopped, the better. Her tail uncurled, swishing across the floor dangerously, Jingth unaware of the action. You are safe. It was a question more than a promise. Yes, I’m fine— Weyrwoman? Meira stuttered to a halt, staring at E’rro, the unfamiliar title souring in her mind. His words made sense, logically, but…but. “I—but Riaren.” And T’san. E’rro had already turned away, though, and Meira swallowed growing panic. Mimic, at least, she could feel curled up, warm and steady, in her pocket, asleep, but she couldn’t possibly leave without Riaren, leave him without knowing what happened to him, and T’san wouldn’t know…and she wouldn’t know if anything happened to him, either, not once they were out of range. Her mouth was dry, her stomach twisting into knots, as she backed up to the rear of the Infirmary, the obedience automatic, Jingth, I can’t leave, Riaren—The dragon had coiled to her feet, wings half-lifted and head tilted to one side as she focused on the coordinates she had been given. Checkoth’s will care for the hatchling, she said, firmly, You come first. Dsoleth’s will understand. Shall I go? Go, Meira agreed, numbly. Do you need my help…?Please. Meira’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, calling the coordinates to mind and holding them there for Jingth to make the leap. A flash of phantom cold, then, Be quick, love. If Ismaroth’s says to come, obey. Your safety is /always/ most important, do you understand? The words came quick and urgent as the gold closed her wings, sweeping in to land near Nuoth. Her clutchsister was not a dragon that was exceptionally familiar to Jingth, but it was still a small comfort to be with her sibling, no matter the level of affection. Love—I know, Meira interjected quickly, stepping out of the way as one of the apprentices skittered by, a roll of bandages in one hand and a stack of translucent jars in the other. Another followed quick on his heels, nearly stumbling, and Meira instinctively caught the apprentice’s elbow, a thoughtless, “Slow down,” muttered at him. Not that the apprentice paid much heed, tearing off again as soon as he regained control of his feet. Meira didn’t protest, wetting her lips nervously. Jingth didn’t understand. Probably couldn’t understand—she couldn’t ever, ever leave Riaren, that was—it was unthinkable, impossible. ~*~*~ What is life without death, a sweep of endlessness, the melancholy, but perhaps ours will lend kind aide to the southern wings…that which once gave life will soon take, and make the circle complete. The update came smooth and silky, Rhiiseth’s voice as sing-song and melodic as always, the words nearly poetic, For words whispered across the seas say the legend’s roots can oft be found where life grows strongest… His eyes narrowed, seeing invisible ghosts, images passed from those in the air. Okay, that? Ka’aen replied. Made no sense. Make sense, Rhi. He could almost imagine the blue’s jaws gaping, a hideous mimicry of a smile, as the lyrical voice in his mind turned soft and dangerous, They say the Wingsecond and the youngest goldwing thrive in the Infirmary, what pretty coincidence that ours have found themselves there, such convenience, is it not? What warm welcome will they receive…first do no harm, the life-givers say. ~*~*~ Rhiiseth-translation (because he really doesn’t make sense a lot of the time): There are Wasteland people heading for the Infirmary— not Ka’aen, just NPCs. So, speeding up the evacuation is probably in order. Feel free to play them in relation to your character, but remember that they will not injure anybody unless they fight or are part of the Legatus wing. So no killing the poor random apprentices please :[
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Post by glamourie on Oct 10, 2010 7:32:30 GMT -5
Hepaticath’s was not in the infirmary. Ciceroth interjected the words amidst Behruth’s instructions. Hepaticath and Hers were in their weyr. Considering who they were to him and His, it only made sense that he knew that. Which means there are people in some levels of the caverns, at least. Hepaticath did not sleep on her ledge; she slept on her couch. She betweened because someone took SavitriHers from her. She was not the only one. Be careful in the hallways on the way here. How did Ciceroth know that? The last thing Hepaticath had said to him was about the Hatchling – Savitri’s dying wish for His to save their hatchling. He was not telling Ka’rys that. It would make him break down and do something suicidal and foolish. His would not be able to handle the knowledge right then and while Ciceroth normally couldn’t keep secrets from Ka’rys, he was distracted. For the moment. The bronze shifted and looked out over the landing platform of the infirmary from his spot inside the dragon portion, where it was safe from dragon’s flames. They needed to get out – get out and then decide what they were all going to do.
We can’t stay together. There isn’t a hold big enough to house this many dragons. I’m aware, Rysmine. Are you almost to the infirmary? Yes. Haven’t seen anyone on my way. The others are going to where Behruth told them to go, you know...
Wonderful. Let’s all evacuate and not help anyone else get out or gather supplies or anything. That was productive and would, you know, save so many lives. The thought made Ka’rys irritable as he swung into the infirmary and then promptly bolted over to the dragon side of the weyr. He understood the desire to flee, but did the Legatus riders forget what their jobs were – to take care of the rest of the Weyr? That they should’ve been the last ones to leave? He didn’t say it; not a time for wanting to strangle his wingriders. Most of his frustration wasn’t at them. It was at the fact that he knew Ciceroth was keeping something from him. He didn’t know what – but he knew it was something big. And considering the stress of everything, he didn’t think it could possibly be good.
They’re evacuating the Senior Weyrlings first, Ismaroth says. Millieth’s rider has been captured.
Shards.
“They’ve got Kaegan,” he offered by way of greeting before turning to Meira. “Go with E’rro. Stay with E’rro and Ismaroth to the escape coordinates.” This was a giant mess. A really big mess.
Turning to Iskierka and Elysia, he said softly, “Gather supplies from here. We’re going to need them.” There just wasn’t a hold big enough all of their dragons. Had any of them stopped to consider that, Ka’rys wondered. It would be too dangerous to have the adult dragons all together in one place – wherever – he didn’t – this was going to be a mess. Where could they even go? Wherever it was, medical supplies would not go to waste; he was sure of that. Meira and E’rro were healers, a saving grace, where was Kalerary –
Your hatchling wants to know if she should follow Behruth’s instructions now. Yes.
Mess, mess, mess. A thought occurred to him and he glanced over at Ciceroth in the dragon half of the infirmary.
“Have your dragons between into the dragon half if they can –Ciceroth and Ismaroth go, there should be enough room for Ioth and Onyth. Pack the supplies onto them and after Meira and Ismaroth are gone, go with and make sure no one hurts the Junior Weyrwoman.” And where was he going? Well, “Ciceroth, follow Behruth’s coordinates.” He didn’t wait for a response to that; he had a plan. Albeit a hastily shoved together one that might get him killed but still, a plan. He was pretty sure it was going to end badly, but whatever – he could get Ciceroth to meet him somewhere and – “Make sure you get antiseptics and bandages. Numbweed we’ll be able to handle on our own and dear Faranth, I hope one of you two knows something about plants.” The latter was addressed to Meira and E’rro before he looked at the brownrider. “Don’t wait for me.”
As he spoke, Ciceroth disappeared between based on the coordinates given to him – unhappily, albeit – while the bronzerider in question turned and disappeared into one of the hidden corridors; he wasn’t 100% sure where it led, but the actual hallway was probably not a good idea for the moment and he needed to get somewhere that he was praying wasn’t under attack: the Archives.
((OOC: as a note, consider this umm, Ka’rys out for now. >> He demanded to go on a mission. You’ll find out what for later, I guess?))
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Post by Rei on Oct 10, 2010 13:44:00 GMT -5
Elysia nodded sharply to E’rro and had just gone to comply when Ka’rys finally showed himself. With sharp nod she turned on her heel, grabbing a nearby apprentice by the sleeve and tugging her along beside her. Dipping her head she spoke softly to Erilena. “I need you to show me where they keep the supplies and what we can use.”
The blonde in question offered no resistance to the older woman, besides jerking her arm away. “This way.” Although she was positive R’wign would eat her later for messing up his storage closet… Help was an order, something the apprentice could accomplish to perhaps help out a little. She couldn’t get to Feyrianth. That much was a given, considering that the green was panicking on the other side of the canyon. Too panicked to make sense of coordinates with any accuracy, and with the hallways invaded as they where…she was trapped. The thought terrified Erilena beyond anything. Made her feel nauseous, but she shoved her associating feelings aside to do as she was asked.
Elysia in turn reached for Onyth’s mind, giving her coordinates into the dragon section of the infirmary. Careful. Always. With a croon to Ioth the dark green leapt and betweened, reappearing inside the cavernous dragon section of the infirmary with a thump. Her head snaked around to hiss at the ledge entrance before her whirling eyes fixed on the two approaching woman. Onyth crouched to allow them to fasten the bags easier, her tongue licking at Elysia’s arm in brief affection, her wings remaining half mantled. Drafting other apprentices to help if she could grab them, Onyth was quickly completely loaded with as much as the green could safely handle without strain and too much restricted movement although hopefully aerial maneuvers would not be needed. Content with this fact she waited for E’rro and Meira watching the progress on the loading of Ioth.
They needed to hurry... Baron popped from between then with a series of images from the handler apartments. Content the greenrider sent him off to the clearing where Amour and the rest of Legatus waited. Harper was too smart for his own good sometimes. The handlers where trapped yes but none of the images had seemed particularly frightening so it was likely that they would be fine barring any glaring stupidity. That eased her mind more than she was currently willing to admit to herself and she turned to her Legatus wingmates, mentally willing E’rro and Iskierka to hurry. Not much time left….
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Oct 10, 2010 14:40:13 GMT -5
E'rro didn't like the sound of his last command. His Wingleader was going to do something dangerous, times like this the Brownrider would sigh, but honestly they had no time. "Meira," He turned to her, "grab your emergency medical bag and then mount Ismaroth, I will be with you shortly." He needed to take care of the Apprentices.
We need you back in the Infirmary, here are the coordinates. Closing his eyes, E'rro concentrated. He would rather his dragon not accidentally materialize halfway into the cavern's wall. The Brown stepped out of the Between and let himself drop the last few feet of his jump, landing precariously close to a bench.
Dashing over to his underlings who were waiting with the patients E'rro motioned for them to gather. "A few of you need to volunteer to stay here, at least one Journeyman, two seniors and three juniors. If every single Healer disappears its suspicious, the attackers as well as our people might or will need attention. Selenitas is known for understaffment. It might be dangerous, but I'm not going to order you..." He looked around and nodded to those who raised their hands. "For the rest of you. Seniors, you know the way through the evacuation tunnels. In case you get lost, I'm sending Nuisance with you as a guide." The Brownrider picked the Salamandyr out of his collar and placed him on someone's shoulder. "Remember, keep moving. Be silent, that means no talking. There should be some dragons waiting in the clearing such as the Sr. Weyrlings." He paused and glanced between those who were leaving and those who weren't. "Most importantly, if you get found, do not fight unless attacked. Make sure your Healer's knots are all viable. Healers are always needed. Do you understand? Yes? Then go. People with the injured first, then everyone else, go after them. Nuisance be good, please help them. Volunteers make yourself look scarce, hiding in a room, a corner or under tables would be just viable enough." Looking back to where his Brown was waiting he saw that Elysia was waiting with a packed Onyth, giving her the hand signal to "go and not wait", E'rro grabbed his own medical bag from a peg on a wall. Wrenching open the supply closet door, he grabbed an empty pack and tossed as many supplies as he could into the opening. Which included one vile of fellis and a pair of the leather gloves and a small cooking bowl they used to make some of the mixtures. Plants, they all knew about. But some of them weren't to friendly to pick. Slinging the pack over his other shoulder, he sprinted to where Ismaroth was. "Feather come!" He attached the heavier of the two packs onto the harness before swinging up and attaching the second one onto the other side. "Isma share the coordinates with all three of us." His flitter landed heavily on his shoulder and crawled down into his shirt. "Are you ready Meira?"
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Post by Ember on Oct 10, 2010 14:53:15 GMT -5
First of Legatus to arrive. Hmm. Iskierka was surprised to find that so, though she noticed E'rro was already getting the infirmary organized. Good. Elysia arrived shortly after and Iskierka greeted her with a nod. "Do any of these faces seem familiar to you?" She asked quietly but there was no time to receive an answer. E'rro had spotted them and given them instructions.
Ioth watched the arrivals in the clearing, body tense and tail twitching. He was most definitely in his fighting state but there wasn't anything he could actually do. Onyth's statement was met with a snarl and, Indeed, it does. Those who arrived with their riders were met with annoyance from the blue. He wanted His with him where it was safe. The infirmary was a target. Grr, grr.
Iskierka was about to follow E'rro's orders when Ka'rys arrived and gave them new ones. Whatever worked. She followed Elysia's apprentice to help gather supplies while holding the image of the infirmary for Ioth. No need to tel lhim to be careful, he new that better than she did. Ioth glanced at Onyth for a moment and bobbed his head at her croon. He betweened safely and waited for His to saddle him with healing supplies.
As Iskierka started putting things on Ioth, Rhino crawled over to her and clung to her shirt. Much easier to cling to her than to Ioth. Once Ioth was loaded up she mounted. The moment Ismaroth was gone she'd have Ioth leave too. There would be no further need to stay in a weyr that was falling into enemy hands. Something still bothered the woman though. Who was their enemy?
((Consider Iski and Ioth betweened once Isma goes <3))
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 10, 2010 18:55:42 GMT -5
Go with E’rro—but—Meira opened her mouth automatically to protest, swallowed the growing bitterness as Ka’rys turned away to his other wingmembers, frustrated tears prickling. Didn’t any of them see, didn’t any of them understand she couldn’t possibly leave without Riaren, without at least knowing he was safe—but none of them were giving her a chance to get half a word in. Numbly she pressed the heel of her palm against her eyes, furious at herself for crying, as the Healer apprentices scurried around her, parting automatically around her. Please, please, Jingth—Dsoleth is fine, and Checkoth’s will care for the hatchling. Love, I need you to listen to Ismaroth’s and Ciceroth’s. I can’t, Jingth, I can’t go without /knowing/, I just— /Please/.She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back tears, and spun for the medical bag. Don’t think about everyone left behind—just go, just move, and it was easier that way, turning off her mind and just following orders. Normally Meira might have helped the apprentices—but she needed to get to Jingth, as if that would make everything better, if Jingth was there, maybe she wouldn’t feel anything else, everyone left behind and there was still keening, people dying and she didn’t know, couldn’t know, who…Ismaroth’s hide was warm and unfamiliar, and he was smaller than Jingth, but it was still something, the physical contact. E’rro’s words, the brownrider mounting behind her, earned a quiet shake of her head in the affirmative, even though she was nothing near ready, didn’t think she would ever be. Apparently it was good enough for the brownrider—or, more likely, even asking was simply a formality—because the next minute, Ismaroth’s muscles tensed and the brown transferred between just as Meira startled sideways, head turning to pinpoint a flash of silver that was— The landing in the clearing, the world bursting into clarity and Jingth rapidly moving towards them in awkward hops, was jolting, but Meira spared only a brief wide-eyed glance for the gold dragon before she twisted awkwardly in the riding harness, fingers sticky with blood that was definitely not her own. “How did—oh, Faranth—” The throwing knife was small, weighted, had split cleanly through E’rro’s thigh. Not a fatal wound by any means short of infection, but now—why did it have to happen now, when they couldn’t even go back to Selenitas? Jingth pawed anxiously at the ground underfoot, halting a few yards away from Ismaroth. How badly is he hurt?I don’t—Focus. One word, firm in its quietness. It’s okay, her breath shuddered on the inhale, It’s okay for now. ~*~*~ “Huh,” frowned the tall Rider leaning against the door, head tilted to one side, arm extended with the ghost of a throwing knife between his fingers, “Missed ‘em.” “Won’t Ja’kin be delighted your aim failed, and you let those other two take off too,” replied his companion dryly, and gestured at the Healers, “Just where do they think they’re going, huh?” He made his way rapidly to the entrance of the tunnel, shoving a chair directly in front of it, and gripped the back of the chair, smiling mock-pleasantly, “Now hold up, huh, there’s no hurry. Simmer down a minute, we’re not here to hurt anyone. Why don’t one of you tell us—who just took off there?” It was then that Millieth’s words—her orders—for total surrender came through, and the Rider smiled, slow and pleased, as the taller moved to his side as well, and then past him into the tunnel—just how far did these Healers think they could get hiding in shadows…? ~*~*~ The golden one speaks, what fury she hides, what utter loathing, give up, she says. At last the southern wings taste loss, the sorrow of conquer, the sing-song humming took a crooning note to it, See how horror paints their faces shades of gray, how terror of us shows in their eyes; they are ours now, Ka’love. Vibrant fury, beautiful fear; does the crippled South see future or death? Fire and fury, Ka’Mine, what a lovely devastation. “Lovely devastation,” Ka’aen echoed thoughtfully, drifting from the shadows to follow a group of Weyrfolk that looked downright terrified, “Has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?” A smug touch from Rhiiseth, and then a physical touch at his elbow, Ka’aen turning and quirking an eyebrow at the greenrider who joined him, an easy grin flashing at his fellow, whose blade was held loosely in one hand, blood dripping slick and slippery off of the steel, “Surrender, she says, but they’re still scurrying like they can get somewhere.” And then one of the small groups bolted, and the greenrider wordlessly followed them, winking at Ka’aen playfully. Blinking, Ka’aen picked up his pace as well, peered down the mouth of the small tunnel they found themselves at, “You go in, I’ll keep watch,” he bargained, crinkling his nose at the darkness. “What is this, a fire escape?” “More like an us escape,” grinned the greenrider, already halfway into the tunnel. Ka’aen snorted lightly, settling himself down at the mouth to wait—his physical presence had many of the Weyrfolk who got near stuttering to a confused stop, milling around anxiously, seemingly at a loss. “Lovely devastation,” he mouthed to himself quietly, palm resting on the hilt of his belt knife. “Shades of gray…pretty words, Rhiiseth.” Such a silver tongue, Ka’Mine, the blue mocked quietly, Scurry away, the mice do, says Eriyeth, such a burden it must be to flee with your life, why bother when so kindly we can take the burden from them…?
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Oct 10, 2010 20:11:10 GMT -5
Onyth emerged from between after Ismaroth neatly back winging to a landing and turning to view both gold and wingsecond. With Ka’rys off doing who knows what, it was E’rro who was in charge. The dark green huffed, and her wings twitching anxiously as they half furled. We cannot stay long. They know Jingth has escaped and Millieth has surrendered. We must move now.
Elysia put a hand on her green’s neck stroking the hide absently even as Baron and Amour alighted on her shoulders their tails winding about her throat. I know love give them a minute. The benden woman herself was more than ready to go. The longer they stayed the worse it would get. Come on coordinates….
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Erilena startled when the riders came though. The feeling transforming into slight panic as the rider took a shot at E’rro. Whether it connected or not there was no way to be sure, but she prayed it had not. Speaking jolted the greenrider back to the present and she took a few breaths before deciding whether or not to answer. There was no harm in speaking the truth was there? It was not like the riders could do anything with the information anyway, seeing as how no one there had any clue as to where they betweened to. Stepping forward Erilena spoke, the words quiet at first then gaining volume. “E’rro and a few others of his wing along with one of our healers.”
Intentionally she left Meira’s name out. Stepping back into the group of apprentices once she was finished speaking, Erilena tried to mentally prepare herself for the work that was no doubt coming. If she could just focus on that for now…then she could keep it together. All she could hope to bank on was that E’rro was right about healers being valuable and suddenly the greenrider was very, very glad she had decided to wear her knots this morning.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Oct 11, 2010 0:43:01 GMT -5
The searing pain in his leg nearly made him loose his hold on the coordinates. As they spiraled down into the clearing E'rro pressed down on the gash to stem some of the flow, he didn't mention it to Meira since she was likely to see it soon enough. His eyes were shut momentarily against the pain, flickering open again when the Goldrider discovered he was bleeding. "It's only a flesh wound." Isma? They have Behruth and his. We need to go on to plan B. I will send the coordinates to Futh. He will pass it on to the appropriate Dragons from there. He nodded and took a breath. Farnath that gash hurt like a bitch. "No time to treat it. We need to jump again." E'rro said a bit gruffly, adjusting his grip so he wouldn't be thrown off balance when they Betweened.
Futh, this is Ismaroth. If you have not heard, Behruth's has been captured. These are your new coordinates get all under your charge to jump there immediately. Once you reach the clearing, everyone is to get under tree cover and waste no time. He sent an image to the Blue's mind, making sure he memorized it before breaking their connection. Turning to the members of his wing (and Jingth) he spoke again. Here are your new coordinates. Memorize it and then jump when I do. The Brown's mind turned to His'. Ermine are you well enough to jump? Yes, but even if I wasn't... Ismaroth shifted and spread his wings. Here is where we jump. Speaking directly to both of the Humans on his back, the male gave them the coordinates and lept into the air. Moments later he was slipping sideways into the Between. One, two, three... three and a half... they emerged over a heavily forested area, one that looked ancient in origin. One that looked like it hadn't been touched by logging or humans yet, and wouldn't be for quite some time.
Banking to the left as he watched his wing appear one by one behind him, Ismaroth lead them to where they needed to be to be. A clearing surrounded by the ancient, massive trees that made up most of the Jungle in region. The tree trunks were spaced far enough apart for even Jingth to slip through with relative ease, but the miles of canopies that connected to the clearing wove together like a blanket to mask their movements. They were far outside the Territory held by Blossom hold. Far outside. Alighting on the ground, Ismaroth immediately picked his way over to the tree line and disappeared from aerial sight lines. Now the only ones who could see him were the Dragons who landed on the ground. Ismaroth dropped gently to his belly so that the humans could get down off of his back.
Maneuvering his body E'rro carefully dismounted, using his Dragon as a slide. For a moment he nearly lost his footing on the Brown's leg but regained it soon enough and dropped down the remaining distance. The knee of his injured leg buckled when his foot hit the ground, forcing him to rock back onto his butt. "Great." Feather peered out from his shirt with a chirp. "I always have to get wounded, eh?"
(:: Note: Once everyone makes the jump, Sym will be making a thread for this clearing to make some order from the chaos. :: )
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