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Post by Rei on Mar 13, 2011 15:00:03 GMT -5
Yes this is a plot thread and you are encouraged to participate. You are allowed to kill off characters if you so desire but you are limited to two deaths maximum. ****Except Lotty who is not allowed to kill K'sel. EVER.
Disclaimer: Any Selenitas native helping someone from Burimyu escape ect. WILL be charged with treason the penalty being death. You have been warned.
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Eyes narrowing D'vol nudged his wingmate H'skel. “Hey.” With a sharp gesture of the head he drew his partner’s attention to two figures perusing the stalls nearby. One adult, one child. Raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow the bluerider moved his gaze to the figures as well. Realization dawned on the pair as they slipped closer, splitting up to circle around the stall the figures where examining. With a few hand signals they waited, passing information across mental channels. Ja’kin’s Wasteland riders were prepared as they waited for the optimal moment to strike. Auworith hissed low in his throat. Volmine is indeed certain Tauskouth. This is the one who escaped. The leader of Legatus and the exiled ones. Understood. I will inform the needed parties. Even as the blue touched the minds of the Selenitas wing riders with the needed information, D’vol and H’skel moved.
The element of surprise was the champion today. The bronzer and his daughter deep in argumentative discussion. D’vol buried his blade deep into Ka’rys’ back, even as his blueriding companion silenced Kalerary’s bloodcurdling scream with a blade across her throat. As H’skel dropped the small girl to writhe in a pool of her own blood, he grinned at the shocked expression on the bronzer’s face and added his blade to D’vol’s. Chandath’s death keen rang out over the gather, freezing most of the happy shoppers where they stood. It was but a moment until Ciceroth’s call joined hers. His call broke the frozen state of the crowd and caused a stampede of panicked holders as suddenly dragon wings colored the sky.
R'kel’s bronze Kairodeth stayed still as his bonded fixed his straps. The bronzepair was well used to being delegated to do Ja'kin's bidding by now. Selenitas listen to me. The hunt begins for those who have been exiled. Do not hesitate to kill if the opening presents itself. Cutting off the broadcast he turned his attention to marshaling the wing leaders. Let the hunt begin. Perhaps today we can end this mouse hunt….
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(Burimyu riders you have a small window of escape open to you before the full Selenitas wings arrive. Do not dally and good luck. I will be trying to move this plot along quickly so do your best to keep up ~ <3 ^^ Yeah my other charis will be there...eventually >>)
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 13, 2011 15:14:51 GMT -5
A certain pots and pans peddler just happened to have his rather obnoxious stall not far from the sudden convergence of violence. As the first flood of holders surged away from the point of attack, the peddler disappeared as well, along with the small boy who'd been attending the stall with him. S'rei crouched enough to keep his head from sticking up above the crowd's and let it sweep him along, feeling Miguel flinch with each dragon keen and wrap his arms tighter around the man's neck.
Burimyu dragons. Hold your positions. If you must advance, do so by land under cover of trees. I repeat, keep to tree cover only. There will only be more Selenitas dragons in the air as time passes. Relay to all Burimyu riders the following: Ciceroth's is cut down. Panic in the streets. Use it. Let the crowds take you to the edges of the hold. Scatter. Do not rally. Do not make contact with Selenitas riders. Accountability will be taken at Burimyu.
After the broadcast to the Burimyu dragons in general, Salenth felt for Jingth. Tell Yours to get out as soon as she is able. If she has tails, Mine is moving from the weapons' stall north. He'll protect her if he can. Which hopefully would not be necessary. Most likely, if any of the other Burimyu riders were identified they would not be making it out of the Gather.
Elsewhere in the crowd, a child was torn from his mother's arms by the seething monster of panic. Swept away and boiled over. Kalierre's calls were drowned out by the screams of the holders.
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Post by Avu on Mar 13, 2011 17:09:33 GMT -5
Thank you, Salenth. The strain, the faint thread of growing panic and worry, in the gold’s voice was undeniable, but Jingth made a valiant attempt to keep her ‘voice’ level even as she reached out for Hers, Meira, love, you need to come back now. Ciceroth’s and Chandath’s are dead and Salenth says His is moving North from the Weapons Stall if you require protection. Bring the hatchling; make Echo leave you; use the crowd’s panic to your benefit; do not make contact with anybody from Selenitas, do you understand? Do you need Salenth’s to get you? She wasn’t sure if that was a viable option for Meira, or where she was, even, exactly—Jingth squirmed, eyes bright with anxiety.
It stunned her, in retrospect, that her first thought was not for Riaren, who had woken a few hours ago—the newness of her apparent ‘return’ had yet to wear off, it seemed, for he was confidentially babbling to her, his hand wrapped tightly around her fingers—but for the Weyr. But then, Meira wasn’t really accustomed to worrying about Riaren yet in the sense that she was directly responsible for his safety again, had adjusted to the long-distance wishing, yearning. The next instant, as the panic of the Holders swelling outwards from that one point became audible, hysterical calls and cries and sobs, the fear hit her, worming into the pit of her stomach. She tightened her grasp on Riaren as he fell silent, his forehead crinkling with the intensity of his confusion at the expression on her face, ducked behind the closest stall—the aromatherapy one.
Echo chirped softly in her ear, and Meira brushed the Razorclaw off of her shoulder, ignoring the displeased clack of the small female’s beak. As long as Echo stayed above the crowd, off of her shoulder, it would be fine; a darter in itself wasn’t conspicuous. But—
Jingth, I need you to stay calm. Can you make sure nobody else panics?
This was not supposed to happen. Not at a Gather.
“Mommy,” Riaren half-whimpered, his gaze on the swarm of Holders, and Meira knelt beside him, swallowing, tried to think if he was old enough to understand this, if it would be wrong to lie to him about it. No. Later, later; the small things like that would all have to come later (if they had a later at all) because there was no time right now. She gathered him into her arms—carrying him might be slower, but it would ensure that she didn’t lose him—and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead as his fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt trustingly.
“Riaren, I need you to stay quiet right now,” she whispered, and straightened. “We’re going to go find Jingth, okay?” As long as they could get to the dragons…that was the closest thing to safety they could find right now. “It’s going to be okay.” The promise tasted as sour as a lie in her mouth; Ka’rys hadn’t been okay. Kalerary hadn’t been okay. Kalerary was a child; Ka’rys was used to surviving. But she couldn’t tell Riaren that it was not going to be okay, either. She shifted his weight onto one arm to tug her hair forward to shield her face. Would they recognize her? She didn’t know—she definitely wasn’t as prolific as Ka’rys had been, Jingth or not.
Meira knew, in the back of her mind, that she was holding Riaren too tightly for his comfort, but she couldn’t make herself loosen her grip on her son even as she numbly allowed the crowd to sweep her away from the stall, towards the open, kept her head bowed over Riaren and her lips pressed to his forehead like that could make him relax as he clung to her shirt. For her part, at least Jingth was silent—a steady pressure against the back of her mind, but quiet, terrified of being the fatal distraction. As for Meira’s request, though—that she could do. The brush of her mind across those of the Burimyu dragons’ was surprisingly soft for Jingth; usually she was considerably firmer, if polite, about it. Her ‘voice’ was steady, but barely: Stay calm, please. And obey Salenth’s. Although the ‘please’ implied a suggestion, a request, the command that backed it ensured it was anything but. The Legatus Wing—they would know not to panic, she trusted, but the Weyrlings—she was not willing to risk.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 13, 2011 18:13:15 GMT -5
The boy stopped dead in his tracks as the horrifying sounds pierced the air. It can't be, Nabrik was in too much shock to speak. Alph answered the question he hadn't dared to speak. Sister Chandath gone, the salamandyr buried himself deeper into his boy's shirt. Shiny father too. Nabrik felt his eyes grow wet. He'd just seen Kale this morning. They were going to meet for pies before going home. Someone shoved him and Nabrik felt himself jolt back to reality. The whole gather was in an uproar and it was taking most of his focus just to keep from getting run over.
Fighting back the tears, Nabrik ducked under flailing arms and let the crowd sweep him towards the edges of the gather. If the Wastelanders had found Kale and her father, they would be looking for more. He didn't think they would care that he wasn't a rider yet and Alph was a dead give away. Without Chandath to give him a ride, he would have to find one of the other Burimyu riders and fast. They probably wouldn't stick around for long. Stay hidden, Alph, he whispered, gritting his teeth to fight back the pain and anger. Look for friends.
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"Curse those threadborn scum!" Merridan slammed a fist on the table and snatched up her jacket. Her older brother, Rohm, was already at the door and checking outside. Meroh started herding his family and Erno out the back as Danmer and their father burst in from the kitchen. I just had to come for a visit, Mer thought grimly. She was sure that a Gather was far too public for even the Wastelanders to make a move. It seemed like the perfect chance to see her family for the first time in nearly a year. She should have known the invaders wouldn't be so diplomatic. She had to reach Chaoth before the Wastelanders found him, or decided to expand their search into the Hold proper.
"We can hide you," Danmer suggested, his face set with determination. Mer and her father shook their heads at the same time. Mer offered her eldest brother a wry smile. "Unless you can hide full sized dragon as well, I think I'd better go." Chaoth? How bad is it? she asked, taking a brief moment to see that all her weapons were set in their sheaths. Ciceroth and Chandath are lost, the brown reported, his calm voice pierced with sorrow. Salenth orders a retreat, using the crowd and trees for cover. Mer's eyes burned with fury at the news and she moved to join Rohm at the door. She wanted to fight these Wasteland cowards for what they'd done to her friends, but S'rei was right. Action now would only get her and maybe her family killed. She would listen, but she didn't have to like it.
The path to the gather was clear for the moment. They could hear the noise of the panicked crowd from here. Auran and Vikky appeared, crooning worriedly, but Mer dismissed them. "Go to Chaoth, and stay quiet!" Vikky wilted, but obeyed. Auran lingered a moment, reluctant to leave his mistress alone with enemies around, then he too vanished. Mer reached for the door, but not before her father caught her a quick hug. "Be safe, little flower," he whispered fondly. Mer started to scowl at the affection, but managed a smile instead when she saw how worried they all looked. "Aren't I always?" she quipped and ducked out the door.
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Post by Ruby on Mar 14, 2011 4:02:06 GMT -5
Keens, voices, panic. M'kai quickly ditched the glass of wine he was holding (it was a Gather, 'appropriate time to drink' did not apply), brushing Kami off his shoulder so he could pull his hood up over oh-so-obvious hair. Wouldn't do to be mistaken for Cr'oph. He melted into the shadows between the stalls, planning to use the back alleys to navigate his way to Futh. Straightforward enough; the Blue wasn't far, actually, and as long as no one could see him, no one could mistake him for Cr'oph. He'd stay down, waiting on Salenth's call. Perhaps he'd have Futh check in on their graduated Weyrlings, but he could wait until he made it to the Blue first.
And then he remembered.
He was Candidatemaster now, and Candidates didn't have anything as useful as Dragons. They might have pets, but M'kai didn't even know who was here, much less if they brought the menaces. He'd just have to go look for them, losing one was sure to be on his head. Slipping back out into the stampede, he stretched up to his full height, cursing the need for the hood, which cut off his peripheral vision terribly. Was Isori here today? Or - Nabrik. The Candidatemaster slid up behind the youngest candidate, catching his shoulder in a vise-like grip and directing him back towards Futh. Using the cover of a mother's screams, he leaned down, hissing, "Seen anyone else?"
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Elisabeta fingered the hilt of her knife, sipping Klah and looking far more pleased than usual. She'd gotten Kairodeth's broadcast - well, Rakmaninoth had, but what was the Green's was the Greenrider's. They'd found the pests, were given lisence to kill. The question, of course, was how to tell the trundlebugs (those who hadn't made it out, harmless but annoying) from the bloodsuckers? Elisabeta she could stick anyone that looked suspicious. She could always plead confusion if she stuck the wrong one. Draining her cup, she stood and drew her knife in one smooth motion, scanning the crowd for missing or suspicious knots. That was a good place to start.
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Tenlie was being an idiot, and even she knew it. She'd been to the gather a few days ago, done everything that needed doing. Except. Except Mi'rah had been there, and he'd left her feeling like she'd seen a ghost. One stumbled, poorly executed dance, a few words exchanged between notes, and she'd been tapped out, Mi'rah left to partner with a different girl. Ten had wanted to stay and watch, but that one Brownrider kept looking at her, so she'd faded back into the crowd, sure she could find Mi'rah later.
She hadn't, and she'd tried to forget about it. She'd failed, of course. How could she find him again, only to lose him without even saying goodbye? Maybe he wasn't even here today, but she had to try. Had to.
It was the keens that made her realize the fullness of her folly. Who? she asked Rajnith, cringing. She knew what that sound meant. Chandath, sister, and Ciceroth, the Green murmured, voice devoid even of it's usual scorn. As the crowd surged around her, Ten felt bad, but she couldn't help but be a little relieved. Not Dhavalth, not Kierjaarth, not Balath or any of the other Dragons she knew well. Kale she knew - they had been Weyrlings together - but little girl had always been closer with the younger Weyrlings, and the candidates. Still, Ten's chest seemed to tighten as the crowd suddenly went crazy around her. She had to go, had to get out, but instead she found herself being buffeted away from her dragon, shouting, "Mi'rah! Mi'rah!"
((The rest of mine may or may not be around, feel free to mention 'em if you want 'em!))
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Post by Rei on Mar 17, 2011 21:19:17 GMT -5
Son of a bitch… You need to get out. Now. I can’t get any closer than this. I’m too noticeable. Well duh. That’s not what I’m asking of you anyway. Eyes scanning the crowd Cr’oph ducked behind a stall and took a breath. Jazzheera. He wasn’t sure where she was but the longer he stuck around the more danger he’d be in. Damn it. Peering around the corner he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd. One carrying precious cargo. Meira. Duty waged briefly with desire. Tell Dhavalth to get her out now and not to wait for me. I’ll be right there. Also tell Jingth that I’m right behind hers and I’ll make sure she gets out okay. He told his bronze with finality as he made a decision. Tugging his hood over his head he slipped into the crowd behind his Weyrwoman.
Drawing up behind her he spoke low. “I’ll be right at your back Meira.” There had to be a alley way or something they could turn down at some point. Get somewhere safe enough for Jingth or Mavenath to do a quick between and pick up. But they had to hurry. The more time passed the more dragons would be searching and the narrower their window for escape would be. Not good.
From his hidden area in the trees Mavenath gave a silent snarl. He did not like the current situation. At all. Salenth. Mine is backing up Jingth’s. He will make sure she is safe. At the cost of his own life if necessary. Jingth was the key to the weyr’s continuation after all.
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Elysia was strangely calm considering her wing leader had just met his most unfortunate end. Then again, this had happened before. When R’sia died and then again with T’rin . Only those had been in the middle of battle which was about a hundred times worse. This? This was nothing and as expected Onyth relayed Salenth’s message only a minute or two later. Trust S’rei to immediately take control. A dark shape weaved through the stampeding crowd with the ease only a creature with wings could pull off. Baron shot past S’rei before doubling back and giving a chirp. Found hiiim. Fixing himself to the bronzer’s sleeve he flashed moving pictures to his bonded and kept an eye on the panicked crowd.
Slipping easily into the crowd the greenrider worked her way through it. Her goal was simple. Find the giant. Shouldn’t be too hard with Baron playing search flit. Those with larger dragons would have a harder time getting out. If he had to borrow Onyth to get to Salenth so be it. But he was getting out.
Said green was currently moving with practiced grace though the trees. Her darker coloration blending perfectly with the canopy above. Whirling eyes flicking upwards at regular intervals she made her way closer and closer to the gather. Finally she had come as far as was safely possible. There she crouched ready and waiting. I am here if you need me Elysiamine. Noted. Be careful Love. As the dark green spoke a serpentine shape burst out of the trees to her left. Baoth. The younger green had hit air a moment before Jingth’s request had came across the mental channels.
No. Stop! Onyth hissed towards the younger green backing her own form slowly back into deeper cover. But Baoth wasn’t stopping and it was but a minute until she was spotted. Damn. Salenth. Baoth has broken cover. They come for her. Desire to help the other green warred with the knowledge that she could not and in the end all Onyth could do was watch helplessly as the young green was intercepted.
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R’kel mounted Kairodeth, leaning back to watch his wing form behind him. Tell them to move faster. Lest our opportunity escape. Their dragons have to be hiding somewhere. Indeed. The wing? Almost ready. The rest of the wings? In route or dallying. Some of the Selenitas Wingleaders seem less than enthusiastic. Get them moving now.
As the bronze redirected his attention to snapping at those obviously wasting time new information came across the channels. Tauskouth reports a lone green has broken cover in the north. I think we have our answer on where to start looking then. With a sudden signal R'kel ordered for the wing to rise.
D’vol and H’skel left the bodies where they lay, the brown and blue riders weaving through the surging crowd as they searched for others. If Ka’rys was here it only made sense that at least some of the other exiles were here as well. A lone female calling out Mi’rah’s name was a curiosity. The wingriders exchanged quick hand signals. The pair breaking off to approach Tenlie, one coming from each side. “Are you lost girlie? What business do you have with the Wingleader? If he is smart he can’t hear you now anyway. He’ll be gathering his wing as was ordered of him.” D’vol’s voice was light and pleasant, his blade held at his side.
As the brownrider took the young girl's attention H’skel quietly approached from a different angle, taking clues from his partner and keeping out of the girl’s immediate sight for the moment. Using the crowd as a moving blind of sorts. He hardly thought his partner would need help but better safe than sorry.
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You may start moving out of the Hold now. The quicker the better. Kairodeth's wing is on the move heading towards the treeline.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 20, 2011 18:09:17 GMT -5
Noted. Thank you, Mavenath. The bronze had more to concern him, though. Baoth. But even before the thought fully formed, it was more than clear that the green was dead from the moment she cleared the trees. They set upon her so fast...and a second wing, too, this one directly from Between. Salenth hoped the others would know to keep their places without him having to reiterate it. That should be demonstration enough of why they musn't let their panic overwhelm good judgment. Unfortunately.
"Daddy?" Miguel's questioning voice was met with silence. S'rei was too busy trying to keep an eye on the crowd jostling about him. At least they shouldn't be looking for him...to the Wastelanders he was already dead. Not that such a secret was likely to hold for long if they continued robbing tithe trains - if they got out of here at all. The man merely snugged his nephew closer to his chest and pressed faster with the flow of panicked holders. They were headed for the gates. From there it should be easy to step out into the trees and vanish.
S'rei jumped when the flitter buzzed him, eyeing it as it landed on his sleeve. "Stop that," he hissed to it beneath his breath. Last thing he needed was one of the flyers drawing attention to him. He vaguely recognized him as Elysia's, but he didn't want her near him, either. If anyone spotted him, those near him weren't getting out either. The bronzerider shook his arm to dry to dislodge the flit from his sleeve.
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Mine reports that Fire is on scene. He apologizes for our tardiness...some of the riders were hard to roust. Ykkith spun above the tree line, wings clipping the topmost branches as he looked for glimpses of color, some of Baoth's ichor still flinging from the tips of claws. He addressed Kairodeth once more. Would you like us to continue to cover the trees, or put down so the riders can mount a search on foot?
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"Xi!" But her hand had already slipped his. X'rx attempted to find his sister in the crowd, but she was so short...Fear clutched at his throat. People were being trampled beneath the terror of the half-mob. Mine. The wings are being called up. We cannot ignore them. We will find your clutchsister when it is over. I can't do this, Eveyth. You can and you must. He turned toward her, forcing himself to mount, mechanically checking the straps while his eyes scanned the crowds again. Hoping his sister was somewhere safe and they would be too late. Or that at least it wouldn't be anyone he knew.
Ximera wasn't scared. Even if everyone around her was, she wasn't. The frantic cries for Mi'rah had drawn her...resulted in the separation from her brother. The small girl slipped through openings in the crowd that wouldn't have fit others, squirming between the two riders confronting Tenlie and wrapping her arms around the woman's waist with no hesitation. "Cousin Sylvie!" She glanced at the men looming on either side wide-eyed.
"You can't tell anyone. Uncle Gerrie would be so mad if he knew Sylvie loves Mi'rah." She lowered her voice. "Sylvie's engaged to the tanner, you know." Ximera wasn't in the habit of wearing knots, and she was small enough, even at sixteen, to be mistaken for a child even younger. She just hoped they weren't any of the guards she never paid much attention to outside the wher apartments.
"See, Sylvie? Mi'rah will be okay. He's on the good side. Not like those thieves." Flashing a smile at Tenlie, she took the woman's hand and made as if to draw her off, back into the crowd. "Uncle and Auntie will be worried."
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What a mess. F'ur had a foot propped up on the table, not far from where K'sel and A'emi were cheerfully stuffing their faces. With the marks he'd won off the drunkards at this Gather no less. The bluerider wrinkled his nose slightly, running a hand through newly shorn hair. He'd decided that looking like a hobo wasn't really going to get him into any good games of chance. It made him look older. And fit better into this crowd.
Tossing cards onto the table - a couple had left when the commotion started, but the pot was big...too big to clear the table. Besides, holders had nothing to do with this war between riders, and therefore nothing to fear as long as they didn't get caught in the crossfire. For those with no families to be concerned with, there was no reason to leave the table. F'ur found himself in the same category. Ignoring the rush of people not far off, he raised a brow as one of the others gathered the pot to him.
Oh well. He hadn't lost too much that hand. A brief glance was given the crowd, just to be sure. Unlikely there were any riders amongst those who took Selenitas all that time ago who would recognize him. Still and all, he'd rather not be caught completely flat-footed.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 23, 2011 20:18:50 GMT -5
In the confusion of the crowd, Nabrik found he had to use most of his attention just trying to keep from being squashed. He was hemmed in by walls of bodies, making it impossible to see farther than a few feet if he was lucky. He wasn't even sure if he was heading in the right direction, always assuming the Burimyu riders hadn't all left already. Then suddenly someone had him by the shoulder and the boy yelped and kicked back instinctively. He wasn't going to let those Wasteland jerks take him without a fight!
A whisper in his ear, however, proved to be M'kai. Nabrik nearly collapsed with relief. He'd never been so happy to see his Candidate Master as he was now. The boy liked to think he was brave, but the truth was he had rarely been put in a position to test himself. Now, in the midst of all this, he just felt very small and very useless. He hadn't even been able to save Kale, one of his first real friends. Mouth clamped shut against further outbursts, Nabrik just shook his head at M'kai's question. Honestly, at his height, all he saw were legs and bodies.
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Merridan had slipped unnoticed into the growing mob of people fleeing the Gather. She kept towards the edge of the crowd, but still far enough inside not to stand out. Her eyes flicked about cautiously, searching for anyone else who might need help. It was hard to pick out faces, but she thought she spotted a familiar one some ways away, having trouble. Mer let the flow of bodies take her closer and recognized Tenlie and another girl she thought might have been a wherhandler, but it was hard to be certain.
Mer's sharp eyes found the second man moving at Tenlie from a different position. Causally letting her hand drift to her belt and the knife hidden there, Mer tried to get into a position to help Tenlie if she needed. Hopefully, the other girl's babbling would do the trick. As much as she wanted to get back at them, fighting the Wastelanders in this mess was not Mer's idea of a good plan.
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Post by Ruby on Mar 24, 2011 3:33:48 GMT -5
If anyone else was around, they'd have to fend for themselves. Nabrik didn't seem to be here with anyone, and as far as M'kai knew, the rest of the Candidates had already been and come back if they had reason to be at the gather at all. Kneeling, he pulled Nabrik around and on to his back, hooking his arms under the candidate's legs. The boy could struggle all he wanted, but the stone cold truth was that M'kai's legs were longer, and the surging crowd was more likely to pull Nabrik away from him if they only had one point of contact. Nabrik was almost too big - almost - but he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, and M'kai was strong. A slight hitch of his shoulders, and the Candidate was settled comfortably enough.
From there, escape was fairly simple. It was just a matter of sliding between the stalls, using the same path he'd taken with Orena a few days ago. As soon as they were free of the press, he dropped Nabrik to the ground, holding a finger to his lips as they stole along the back of the tents. Futh was waiting for them just under cover, visibly grey and swaying from foot to foot. Baoth,[/i] he moaned, not bothering to keep his mindvoice from Nabrik. They... Baoth! M'kai put a hand on the Blue's muzzle, quietly comforting. "Can you mount on your own?" the Candidatemaster asked the boy, gesturing to Futh's back before drawing his knife. "Gotta be ready to go whenever Salenth gives the word..."
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Elisabeta swore when the summons to her wing came. Well, it would take Ja'kin long enough to roust some of the more reluctant riders; if she showed up with a cut or two, he'd excuse her. Faster if she had a bloodsucker's belt over her shoulder.
It was a brown-haired gambler that caught her attention. He and his two companions - those men nearby, eating so heartily - were clearly a unit, and just as clearly not holders. Under the dirt and grime, the cut of their clothes looked far to much like flightleathers, though the less paranoid would most likely have passed them over simply for their disheveld appearance. Unfortunately for F'ur, Elisabeta was about ten times too paranoid for her own good.
Paranoid and ballsy. The three men, especially together, were clearly no joke, but that didn't stop the Greenrider from walking right up to F'ur and placing the tip of a stylus-thin stilleto to his throat. She trusted that the shock of the action would keep him in his seat long enough to get into position, and just to be sure, she followed the movement up with, "Where's your knot, sir? Who's your Wingleader?" If she was mistaken, if he wasn't a rider, there was no reason for him to react in any way but with words. If he was a Northern rider, he'd have knots, or someone to speak for him. Just to be sure, though, she kept F'ur between herself and the other men, blade on their far side. If they were that interested in their food, maybe they wouldn't notice. Unless the Rider made a move.
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Ten gaped when the rider approached her, the crowd clearing slightly as they sensed the confrontation. "I... I..." How she longed to speak to Rajnith, to warn the others that the wings were gathering, but one hint of blankness in her gaze and they would know. Her only protection right now was her Crafter's badge, and big brown eyes. And ability to lie.
So, to lie, which she was usually terrible at. How could she possibly know Mi'rah, without being a Rider? He was her brother? No, too old. Father? She didn't want to think about that one, not to mention that he would certainly question. Client? Too familiar. "I.." Somehow, salvation came in the form of a small dark-haired girl Ten had seen but never met. She looked vaguely familiar, but the Greenrider couldn't place her. Cousin Sylvie? Had she made a mistake? Perhaps, as Ten didn't know an Uncle Gerrie either. Of course, the girl's next sentence made Tenlie flush a vivid scarlet; maybe it would lend credence to the story. She didn't care who this girl thought she was, she would take it.
Cheeks still flaming, she ducked her head, not having to feign embarrassment. "Miela," she hissed, naming her own cousin - only two when she'd left Ista - as she wrapped an arm around her 'cousin', trying not to look too uncomfortable. No knots, and the man didn't seem to know her. Good. "I d- aye," she tried, immediately cringing at her accent, especially obvious when she was scared. Sneaking a glance at the rider, she allowed herself to be drawn away, nodding (and carefully schooling her voice to normalcy. She'd have to remember to thank C'oar). "Ahh... yes, Uncle and Auntie. Worried. I d- am sorry, Miela, we should find them." The other man and Merridan, unseen in the crowd, were right in their path, but Ten was so busy watching the first Rider she didn't even notice.
As they turned away from the rider (assuming they were allowed to go), though, Ten had a sudden thought. Was there a Sylvie, who loved Mi'rah? She'd have to see if Big Brother could smuggle the Bronzerider a letter. As soon as possible.
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Post by Lotty on Mar 24, 2011 17:47:29 GMT -5
He laughed as a dribble of soup rolled down his chin and was quickly slurped up by Slainte who had mistaken it for booze, before he glanced around the way dreamily. Was it kinda bad that there was suddenly a very large commotion erupting around him and K'sel was actually sad that he didn't get to have a little hand in it? He just kinda wanted to join in the zeitgeist... yes people were dying, but there was really something to the feeling of a riot. Mimesis! Instinctively, he wanted to crack a bottle over someone's head, throw a fist into the air and start yelling like a madman in defiance of the Wastelanders, but then... he couldn't. He couldn't afford to do such a thing when he was playing a role, and in life there wasn't a second act, or dress rehearsals. The man was just another one of the holdless troubadours, stuffing his face while he still had the chance...for A'emi and F'ur he assumed it would remain much the same: this was nothing to get excited about, just sharding, dumb dragonriders, and their silly little wars, ruining their gathers.
So he stayed occupied with his meal, taking in all he could before they would be in their desperate situations, eating people's old chewing gum, and every other disgusting tactic that could be imagined for survival. Not that he necessarily did any of the before mentioned, but well it was possible in their future. But... just... yes, this was all way off track. The important thing was that he indeed was very distracted by food and for the most part didn't even notice the woman approach F'ur until... an image flashed before his sights. Eyesore.
Ever the observant little blue, the creature had been perched up on top of a stall eyeing the scene before him. It was a typical sort of strategy for the cold, pensive, blue... and finally the rider could reap the rewards of this little quirk. He was instantly alerted to the confrontation to the side of him; Elisabeta's weapon was hidden in that position, but oh K'sel now knew that it was there. He reached with his leg underneath that table and kicked at A'emi before shifting his eyes, "Looks like arrr travellin' buddy has been mistaken for a 'rider...." A sort of country twang leaked into his voice as he considered his options. If F'ur played it cool, he doubted much more would come out of this.
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Mi'rah was clicking his tongue and wringing his hands together as he came face to face with the unfortunate fact that the day had come. He had frankly been ignoring the truth in the hopes that if he didn't acknowledge it, then it would never come to be, but one could only hold out for so long. His patched together wing had to finally fight, and their first test was going to be to hunt down their former friends and wingmates. Of course, this wasn't so much a concern on behalf of the Wastelanders, but the Selenitas natives and especially the younger ones were of course going to have their share of hang ups about the whole thing, and he felt compelled to save them... he even think he knew how he would. All he had to do was live up to expectations, and shoot himself in the foot like the Benden-born riders knew he did on a regular basis. What they didn't know is that he had taken a few lessons in ego boosting...
Trying his best to cut an imposing figure - good luck with that one - the bronzerider strode out through the gather, a hand loosely resting on the hilt of a machete and his red Wasteland knots glaring loudly against his black shirt. He was for all intensive purposes, rather unidentifiable... to anyone who hadn't seen him recently anyway, but really that was for the best he thought.
Scanning the crowds for a familiar exile he bespoke Kierjaarth, making sure to keep constant tabs on his wing despite ordering them to for the most part disperse into the gather. Repeat the plan to the whole wing.... for good measure, and.. don't worry about it. Just keep me in the know. The ruddy bronze growled from the edge of the gather area where he was funneling the crowd into a steady stream of bodies... Beta wing, keep pressing forward, patrol the edges for any stragglers that might miss the other wings... Humming happily, Mi'rah knew that everything was falling into place. Especially now that he spotted his target: a tall dark haired woman... she was young enough even and well... she would just have to do. With a quick movement he reached forward to grab her by the face, clapping a hand over her mouth and drawing his weapon in tandem.
"Shhhhh. D-Don't fight, I promise I won't hurt you if you go along with this..." Doppelganger crawled out of his sleeve protesting the whole time. Good, they could mistake him for Mimic even... Tell our friend R'kel what we've caught Kier...
Kairodeth.... it was said in a tone that was much too sing songy, Mine says he has their golden girl... just thought you should know....
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Post by Rei on Mar 26, 2011 22:59:15 GMT -5
Baron gave a pleasant chirp as S’rei attempted to dislodge him, claws digging deeper into the fabric of the bronzer’s sleeve as he snapped his wings shut and curled his tail as far as it would go around the larger man’s arm. He was not leaving. Orders were orders and this one was not his. Only once he spotted Elysia approaching from behind did he let go, immediately blinking between only to reappear on a tree branch close to where Onyth was hunkered down, anxiously watching both Baoth’s death and the sky above which now contained quite a few wings.
Completely still the dark dragon stayed. Not even daring to twitch a muscle. This close the smallest movement could betray her. It was fortunate that the green was used to such scenarios and was well trained enough that staying so still was almost second nature. They are far too close to me Elysialove. If you head this way they will surely see you. Onyth warned her rider calmly.
The Benden woman cursed at the information from her green but there was little she could do to change it. Instead she let the crowd carry her closer to S’rei as she spotted him, but she kept a few people in between the bronzer and herself, seeking to only keep him in sight. Should someone approach him Elysia was completely willing and ready to intercept them so he could continue on. He was the more important one. She was expendable, and really she had little problem with that. It was the truth after all. With Ka’rys dead S’rei was the only bronzer left at Burimyu with any sense at all. Loathe as she was to admit it. Damn bronzers. Not only that but the larger man was in a sense family. In some odd way anyway. So for now Elysia played the role of shadow protector and prayed that her assistance wouldn’t be needed.
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D’vol raised an eyebrow at Tenlie as she tried to stammer out an answer. Yeah. Not good enough girlie. But before he could do anything or even question her further a little slip of a girl had burst through the crowd. The brownrider watched in complete silence as the two girls interacted his eyes narrowing faintly. Hmm. It all sounded so plausible but something about the whole situation wasn’t completely adding up. Plus the flash of confusion that briefly stole across Tenlie’s face had him more than a little curious. Thus he stepped in the way of the pair. “And how did you, a little mouse of a holder girl, manage to draw the attention of our resident bumbler hmm?” He asked in a falsetto sweet voice before signaling for H’skel to approach as well. The bluerider looked like he rather didn’t completely buy the story either, from the brief glance he got as his partner approached, he was however clearly more willing to accept it. Merridan had still gone quite unnoticed for better or worse.
H’skel was perhaps a little less disbelieving than his comrade however. He approached the pair with a snort and leveled a look at Ximera. She almost seemed vaguely familiar although at this moment he couldn’t place her. “Little advice girly. Stay away from dragonriders you’ll be much happier.” The bluerider gave a shrug to his comrade then and motioned towards where Auworith and Tauskouth were settling just outside the gathering. Both male dragons obviously amused at the fleeing holders and making it worse simply through proximity. “R’kel is playing lord and master in Ja’kin’s stead again. I doubt hassling a couple terrified holder girls is going to get us any more notoriety than Ka’rys’ death will. Come on D’vol. They are simply not worth it.” With a snort the brownrider shrugged and then stepped out of the girl’s paths even if it was a bit reluctant. “Yeah you’re right. Besides if what Auworith says is true then we’ve already won anyway.” With that he turned to hasten towards his dragon, H’skel giving both girls a little mock salute before falling in step behind him.
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Kairodeth rumbled in clear amusement as his wing took shape behind him. A pleased brush was given to Ykkith followed by a request. Indeed this is not surprising. R’kel requests that this lapse in response time be fixed as soon as possible. But that was a discussion for another time obviously. For now he asks your wing keep to the trees. Any movement is to be investigated and dealt with accordingly. Leaving the brown’s mind as his wing circled the gather proper, the bronze's wings noticeably faltered at Kierjaarth’s claim. What? Yes R’kel mine that is what he claims. And he indeed does seem to have a hostage. The bronze replied ever calmly as the wing repeated the circle. Inform K’ian and Romeoth that they are to keep the wing in the air and moving. Done. Kairodeth replied as he slipped into an easy glide and bespoke Kierjaarth.
Yours is certain he has Jingth’s? Came the question even as the bronze banked to find an area close to Mi’rah that he could safely land. Mine asks that you inform the girl to have her riders gather together and surrender. If she obeys there is a chance no more blood will be shed this afternoon. An empty promise perhaps but one that might appeal to the goldrider if she sought to, at the very least, save her own life. R’kel snorted softly as he dismounted and proceeded to make his way towards the other bronzer. Perhaps Mi’rah has some use to him after all. Indeed.
~~~ Yeah it kinda sucks so sue me ><
Things of note *Cr'oph and Meira have escaped into the treeline under cover of panicking holders. * R'kel is appraching Mi'rah (Feel free to stutter out a greeting Lotty and assume R'kel is being suitably egotistical) * Xi and Tenlie are now free. * Ykkith's wing should be scouting treeline * You may def start to escape to Buri if you so desire.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 27, 2011 0:03:03 GMT -5
Jump to Burimyu as soon as you can. And don't rise above the treeline if at all possible. The less time they spent out here, the better. Any dragon discovered in the trees would last little longer than Baoth had. At least they weren't all cloistered together. Small blessings. The bronze shifted back a little further into the shadows, oh so slowly, hoping no stray rays of light would break through and glint off his hide at the wrong time.
If S'rei noticed his tail, he made no indication of it. Nor would he. This was not the time or place to argue with Elysia. He and Miguel gained the trees without incident, the bronzerider striding through the forest and keeping to the heavier cover. Headed straight for Salenth. It was a matter of ten minutes, to reach the bronze and climb into position. He hesitated, then, if only because he was old-fashioned and leaving a man behind...did not sit well with him. But S'rei recognized that delaying only put Salenth in danger, and any dragon found in the trees would give them a point from which to begin their search. Salenth hopped from the ground, not even spreading his wings before he blinked Between.
Ximera was just glad that Tenlie was going along with it, even if she wasn't doing it so well as she could have. The girl's eyes were wide as they took in the man obstructing her path, but, to her credit, she didn't shrink back or display more nervousness than was natural. The wherhandler breathed a sigh of relief when the dragonriders disappeared back into the crowd.
Squeezing Tenlie's hand briefly, she stated as quietly as she could while still being heard, "I can have X'rx tell Mi'rah that you are okay. My brother is on his wing." A small, half-strained smile touched the girl's lips. "You should hurry now." Releasing Tenlie's hand, Ximera slipped back into the pressing current of the people, slowing now that there was no further bloodshed, even though the dragons above weren't helping. Now she just had to figure out where to go to reunite with her brother...
F'ur snorted, foot twitching slightly on top of the table as he reached forward to gather his winnings toward him. The shadow and glint of metal stilled him, chin lifting slightly as the tip of the stiletto pricked beneath his jaw. His eyes slid to the older woman dressed in riding leathers and wearing the knots of Selenitas turned Benden Traitor Nest.
A derisive snort was his only response to her questioning after his 'wingleader.' Many options slid through his mind, including tipping the chair back and making her pay for bothering him. He'd been winning. Instead, he merely settled back in the chair, though he wouldn't be at all surprised if the stiletto followed the movement. "Trader." The Hyphen accent was perfect by now, though he was sorely tempted to lose it and see how she'd respond to words with a decided Fort lilt.
"Fur. Fur trader." That even got a couple of snickers from around the table. "Normally I'd take insult at being called one of the liberal warmongers, but, as you can see...I'm forced to be more congenial." A casual shrug of a shoulder. "Hunting isn't technically a trade. S'why you don't see any knots. If there's nothing else...we'd like to get back to our card game. Unless you have some marks to lose?"
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Post by Lotty on Mar 31, 2011 12:10:12 GMT -5
As a general rule, Kierjaarth did not like other bronzes, and as much as he wanted to give a snappy, direct, sort of answer it was questionable as to how that could be done without telling a lie. As another rule, dragons didn't lie, but they could be extremely clever with their answers. Especially so when it came to the bronze who seemed to delight at the prospect of bluffing, Mine knows Jingth's rather well, and he would not mistake her frilly-pet thing... Personally I am excited about a Jingth. When she flies I call dibs... don't worry Kairodeth you can still have Nitrath.
The girl was hardly restraining herself from trying to fight back at him, and more than once she tried to chomp down on the palm of his hand, but to no avail. This was fine as far as he was concerned. It - along with a very confused brown salamandyr running around her head, wailing - gave more credence to the act and kept her head moving enough that one would be lucky to get a clear look at her face. Mi'rah's only concern was to keep her within his grasps without hurting her, which was quite the task when she was flailing around so violently near his brandished weapon, not to mention the fact that she had picked up on his bad leg and kicked at his shin without remorse, "N-nnot my leg....shhhh" he was, to little avail, trying to whisper her into something more controllable as Kierjaarth kept him clued in on the goings on.
He wants to know if you are sureeeee you have Jingth's... I assume you already answered. Of course, but he is coming himself and his wing is still in the air. He also wants you to know that he wants her to surrender her riders. How do you propose we pull that one off? Not the preferred outcome so far, but at least they won't be looking for Meira if they are assuming she is already caught. We'll just do it the hard way... This is why I picked you...
Because if R'kel was cocky, then Mi'rah could be cocky too. He refused to believe that he would be outsmarted or that his plans could ever fail, and so he steeled himself for the approach of the other bronzerider by falling right into his familiar modes... twisting his feet nervously into the dirt and curling his body as to drop his shoulders passively in the shadow of the other rider, "H-hello...R-r-r'kel..." the girl was twisting away from the sight of the newcomer and Mi'rah just barely kept his hold on her, "she hasn't been all too p-privy to following orders... b-but you know, we don't really need her riders...." he was going somewhere with that thought, but pretended to be distracted as he looked to the right and left of R'kel and put on his best "perplexed" face, "N-n-no audience? With just the... two of us, people are p-prone to go telling everyone that I'm the hero. Ja'kin will be so pleased with me..." Oh and there was the little fact that Kierjaarth was in the midst of calling back their own wing... Mi'rah was serious a long time ago when he said his favorite strategy was controlled chaos.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 7, 2011 16:37:13 GMT -5
She was allowed to go, apparently, and before she could say a word to 'Miela', before she could even so much as thank her, she was gone, and Ten was alone again. Shaking, the Greenrider headed for the gather's outskirts... but that one girl there, the one that looked more like a boy than anything, she was familiar. A Brownrider, if Ten wasn't mistaken, and unmistakably watching Ten herself out of the corner of an eye. Merridan, that was it. Falling in next to the more senior rider, Ten cast a look over her shoulder to make sure the two Wasteland riders were gone - they were. "They're calling the wings - all of them," she murmured, taking Merridan's arm as if she were another lost family member. Not even thinking to call Rajnith - she was a Holder girl now, couldn't have her eyes giving her away - she dragged the Brownrider towards the edge of the gather, eying the knife. "We have to warn them, but they'll know if we call our dragons. If I lead you, can you call with your eyes closed? Maybe if you put your arm around me, limp, they'll think you're hurt and closed your eyes in pain..."
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"Trader?" Liar. "Where's your wares? Who've you sold to? And don't tell me those two," she said, gesturing at the other two scruffy men with one hand. "In my experience, fur traders usually wear fur, not flightleathers - dirty and altered or otherwise - and are successful enough to afford a straightrazor. Even if you aren't technically crafters, I'd expect you to at least attach yourself to a hold. Badge, colors, even if you feel above knots. To whom do you report your earnings? Or are you holdless?" A muffled hiss was heard from at least one part of the table - holdless, the way Elisabeta said it, meant pariah, thrown out, dangerous renegade. Take insult if you want, pup, she thought, just barely resisting letting the words out of her mouth. I'd love an excuse to kill you, you and your smelly friends. Do it. Take insult. I can't start this fight, but I can finish it.
A shadow passed over the table - Rakmaninoth, eager for blood, had come to find Hers. Mine, the dragon hissed, snapping at a holder that didn't clear the dancing square fast enough for her to land, They call. We cannot wait much longer or there will be suspicion - finish this, or leave it. There will be ichor in the air, I can smell it.[/i] The green probably could, too - as Baoth's scream rent the heavens, Rakmaninoth seemed to glow brighter rather than greying out. This was what she lived for. Would you like me to help?[/i] she asked, fixing K'sel with one angry red eye, tail lashing.
((M'kai and Nabrik are out safe, I figure))
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Post by Rei on Apr 18, 2011 15:19:16 GMT -5
Onyth’s folded wings only minimally twitched at Salenth’s broadcast. One by one she could feel the other Burimyu dragons slipping to the safety of between. Salenth among them and yet she could only hunker down and wait. Too close to the patrolling wings to move without detection and it would take her rider a decent time to get to her without being spotted as well. Instead the dark green busied herself with staying still and counting off the number and names of the Burimyu dragons who had managed to escape. Not many left now thankfully. Hurry Elysialove. What do you think I am doing? Did Jingth get out yet? Mavenath and Jingth just left. There are only very few of us left.
A few tense moments later Elysia was quickly slipping up onto Onyth's back. The pair blinking between only seconds after the green's back talons left the ground.
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Wings mantled as Kairodeth snorted. There is no reason to be excited about Jingth. She will not be returning to the weyr with us. The bronze let that sinister statement hang in the air for awhile. There had been no concrete promises made and they hardly needed Jingth when they had both Millieth and now Nitrath. Jingth had been compromised. Her fate sealed the moment she took to wing in escape. The large bronze simply watched the crowd with detached interest as his rider made his way quickly to Kierjaarth’s.
R’kel wasted little time with pleasantries as he approached Mi’rah. Indeed his only concern at the time was the goldrider the other bronzer held. Most of the other bronzer’s stuttering was ignored. “Give the girl to me.” The command came straight and with not much inflection on the tone. “She’ll learn to cooperate.” Trying to get a good look at the fighting girl was admittedly difficult considering Mi’rah’s posture and the way she was struggling so. Eyes narrowing as the bronzer further stuttered R'kel snapped. “Why do I need an audience to deal with some simple girl and her rag tag bunch of exiles?” His eyes went back to the struggling girl. “My wing has better things they need to be doing.” Like taking out each of the exiles as soon as they showed themselves.
Setting his jaw in an annoyed expression R’kel made a grab for the girl in Mi’rah’s arms. Grabbing a fistful of the holder's hair, as his other arm shoved at Mi’rah, he tried to work her from the other‘s grasp. “I don’t care what Ja’kin will be pleased about.” That man wouldn’t be leading them all for much longer anyway if the majority of Wasteland had a say in it. Ripping the girl from Mi’rah’s arms, R'kel blinked down at her and then growled before shoving her roughly away from him and onto the ground between them.
“You….you…sharding idiot!” The larger man pulled back his hand as if he was going to strike at Mi’rah his tone enraged. “You have the wrong girl! That is certainly not Jingth’s rider.” Trembling slightly he only barely resisted striking the other bronzerider, instead his hand smacking against his forehead in gesture of extreme exasperation. What had he really expected from the weyr’s biggest failure anyway? Snarling R’kel kicked at the girl instead of the stuttering bronzer. “Get your ass back into the air and to your wing.” He shot at the older man. “We’ll deal with your idiocy later.”
Fuck. What would you have me do R’kel? Tell the wings to set the treeline ablaze. If any are left we will flush them out that way. It seemed their window of opportunity had closed. But the bronzer wasn’t leaving until he was completely sure that they had all slipped his grasp.
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The tree line surround Hyphen will be flamed. Meira and Cr’oph have escaped. All the remains is for those who haven’t escaped to do so. ** Sorry this took so long xP
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