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Post by glamourie on Apr 19, 2009 3:01:04 GMT -5
They moved forward, boots crunching on the ground. Faera and F’rin were out of sight - but that didn’t much matter. The further down the riverbank they went, the more obvious dragons became and Rian narrowed her eyes. She could make out the shadows of a brown, two blues. Maybe more. She motioned for her people to stop, careful. They were far enough down that they appeared as shadows in the darkness. Her eyes narrowed and she brought one hand to her lips. No boats. Boats were obvious. She didn’t much like it, but the obvious conclusion was that they couldn’t take a boat at all. They’d have to swim, and they’d have to do it as slowly, and carefully, as possible. No abrupt splashes to attract dragon attention. They’d also have to come from the back of the infirmary and climb, then circle around. The dragons were watching the dock entrance - logical, right? They’d be watching the skies, too, if they were intelligent. That made coming from the other side more sensible.
“Forget Faera and F’rin. We’re going to swim, but from this angle. We’ll take it slow. We don’t want to alert the blues, or Jessereth.” Yes, she recognized that brown. “Make sure to move slowly. No extra ripples. We’re coming from the back, with the river. It shouldn’t be that bad.” Fortunately, most of the river around the buildings wasn’t turbulent. Selenitas had that in their favor. Deep, yes, turbulent, no. “They know we’re here now and the dragons will be coming after the ones by the river. We’ve got the firestone advantage. Looks like there’s three.” She wanted, more than anything, to call their dragons to deal with them… but they had the advantage. There were dragons overhead, and the ones at the Infirmary were smart enough to keep themselves mostly down. Dragging their own beasts into the brawl would put them at risk for the moment, and it would be an obvious distraction. So that was out.
The screams of the people she’d sent ahead caught her attention but it was nothing compared to the sound of the dragons betweening. Even Benden mourned their losses. Rian winced, then turned to one of her riders, her resolution completely shifting. Part of her felt guilty about what she was about to say. Sending someone to their doom was never easy… but she had an obligation; orders. And Rian was a very good soldier. “Get your green. Distract them.” It was a suicide mission, almost certainly, but if her green could attack and draw the three away it would save many, many lives. “Try to between a lot. Flick in and out. Keep injuries down. Buy us some time, Risha, and if you live, I’ll see to it you’re never on the receiving end of a man’s fist again. You’ve got my word.”
Risha visibly - and understandably - paled. The greenrider nodded, however, and ran to the far edge of the cliffs before mentally calling her green Uleath down to her. Rian and the rest of the group waded into the water ahead, moving forward to swim toward the infirmary. Uleath, a small green of electric colors, came down and landed next to her bonded. The woman climbed onto her dragon and the pair ascended into the air before flying directly toward the infirmary at speeds indicative of a green and only a green - no other color could match them in their twists and turns. Her orders were simple enough: Distract. And distract she intended to do. If she could keep them chasing her, then they would not be looking for individuals in the water. The best way to get all of them chasing her was to elude at least two. Uleath was very fast. She could outrun Jessereth. The blues were another story, and Risha was frightened.
Rian turned to look over her shoulder, watching the green rise into the air. Her head bowed slightly as she waded until she could no longer stand, then proceeded to swim. Her group went with her, like a shadow, moving slow enough that all they caused in the river was slight ripples, hints of waves. The current moved with them, probably their saving grace, and from above she could hear the scream of the green dragon barreling at alarming speeds toward the Infirmary.
Simply flying toward it wouldn’t do. Instead, Uleath circled wide, making sure she could be seen, before spinning around again. She was moving close enough that even the most foolish of beasts would realize she was evaluating. Risha’s stomach lurched, but she steeled her nerves. If they could make it seem like they were going to attack the Infirmary from above, then maybe, just maybe, the dragons would be foolish enough to chase her down. It was a long shot, but even if they didn’t chase, they’d be watching, and if their eyes were on her, they would not be on the river. Distraction, that was her role, and she resigned herself silently to the knowledge that she would probably be dying that night. But she wasn’t about to go out without taking out at least one person from Selenitas. She was too proud to be cannon fodder.
[ I’ll post Ka’rys and Ciceroth with my next post, to give more people time to reply to them. I figured I’d post as the NPCs again to keep this going / active.
Locations: - Rian and co are in the river, wading toward the Infirmary. - Uleath is flying around the infirmary - she’s making really large loops, but all the dragons would be able to see her.
Any questions about this, lemme know. <3]
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Post by Tashe on Apr 19, 2009 12:11:56 GMT -5
Relaxing the muscles of his face E'rro inclined his head, crossing his arms in thought as Savitri relayed what her Mandyr saw. Fifty or sixty men and women. So they really did come in force this time, they didn't want to play around with the people as C'leon had tried to do the last time they came. With a barely existant frown, he listened to the conversation being thrown back and forth between the group. Talk was good and all, but they needed to form a plan and then actually do it. Right now, they were wasting time by trying to both take lead. The group needed to subtly or even vocally choose a person to lead them so that they could actually work on setting up a defense plan.
Fifty or sixty, and not on dragonback. Given the amount of people who could actually fight currently residing in the Infirmary, the odds didn’t look good for them. Even if the dragons could pick off some of the attackers, that still left... Unreasonable odds. Taking a moment to glance out the nearest window, E’rro furrowed his eyebrows slightly, catching a glimpse of a large shadow. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? It was a possibility, given the amount of light actually in the Infirmary and how dark it was outside. Even if it was something, they couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. Flicking a stray lock of hair from his face, the Brownrider let his gaze settle back onto the rest of the group. He’d never had to face these odds before with such a small and partially injured group, let alone if he had ever taken on so many in hand to hand combat. When you were on Dragonback, you tended not to try and count the odds. He was in Ka’rys’s wing, along with the other Brownrider and Aliscia, but as for the others, he knew little of their ability to fight.
“If they are on the move, time is quickly running out. I suggest we pick a plan… and go with it.”
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As the older Greenrider made her way to the boat, Gina felt her boat rock again, the same motion it had done the first time they had tried to board her boat. Removing a oar, the young rider made a small noise as she brought it around in a shallow arc, wincing as she felt it connect with something. Leaving no room to pause, Gina proceeded to smash the oar over and over into whatever she had hit, the body slid off the side of the boat with a moan. Another rocking on the opposite side and Gina swung around ready to fight the attacker off, stopping herself in time so she didn’t take out the woman she had just stopped to help. Sitting down quickly, the Greenrider replaced the oar and began to row with fervor. She had had enough of these attempted boat jackings! Grunting as tried to put as much space between them and the place they had just been in as little time as possible, Gina bobbed her head in response to Wynmuri’s thanks, it felt like if she talked she’d lose the rythemn she had just picked up.
When her muscles adjusted to the strokes, the Greenrider spared the other Rider a glance, a small attempt at a nervous smile crossing her face before looking back to the river around her. “If you can, tie a strip of your shirt or even a bit of rope around the part of your leg above the cut. It should help lessen the bleeding.” She wanted to help Wynmuri more but a combination of lack of time and situational problems prevented it, all she could do was hope the older woman could deal with the pain.
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Post by hseru on Apr 19, 2009 14:32:18 GMT -5
S’lain nodded as people spoke up about their experience. E’rro, Lennae. Good, they weren’t completely without fighters. Ka’rys drew his attention next, and he felt a slight edge of exasperation at the bronzerider’s comments. What did he think, that S’lain planned to have every bandage wrapped just so? The bluerider was used to the necessity of speed, and he had served the infirmary during threadfall before. He was doing things just a bit differently, but everything had a purpose, multiple purposes in fact.
If anything, he was annoyed with having to explain them to an invalid who had no idea how things worked in the infirmary, much less how people worked apparently. He was honestly surprised at the way the bronzerider was taking his instructions at face value. He’d been asked to direct, he was directing. If they didn’t like it, then Ka’rys should have taken charge immediately. His rambling was wasting time they didn’t have, and splitting the group in indecision. Lowering his voice so that only Ka’rys and perhaps the closest riders would be able to hear, he gritted out an explanation he shouldn’t have needed in a quick, calm tone. “The cots are to keep the candidates busy with the work until we need to push them at the enemy. These children may have the bravery to face Benden, but given the chance to stop and think about it, they very well may lose it.” He made a gesture small enough to keep the brief exchange to themselves. “It’s unlikely that we will all make it out of this unscathed. If someone of Selenitas manages to get to us, I’d like to be ready to at least have somewhere to put them. If not..” He calmly met the eyes of the riders whose attention he had. “The dead will be put on the beds. The injured will be just as much of a target as those unable to fight. If we must leave, they will remain, and perhaps the few men sent to finish the wounded off will give us a better opportunity to either escape or retaliate. It is unlikely that they will check for a pulse before slitting throats.” He ended his soft reprisal at that, frowning a bit as he stepped back, visual indication that they could now do what they wanted.
He turned as the Wherhandler entered finally, not letting his brief moment of disappointment show on his face at the timid thing’s stuttering. Instead, he moved forward to place a light hand on her shoulder, bolstering it with a smile. “We’re glad to have you. Crevesk can be of great help. Have her guard the stairs specifically, if she is willing. Do not let her leave them. We have dragons on the bank below and in the river to help fend off attackers, so she will likely get the stragglers looking to cause trouble.” He kept his tone light, as if the situation weren’t as bad as it was. The young woman looked like she’d bolt at the first sign of a scrap. If her Wher had brought them all the way from the Hold however, then he could likely bet on Crevesk’s ferocity. “We need people to block up the windows. Can you help with that?”
He turned again at Savitri’s sporadic descriptions of what her mandyr was seeing, his attention on her for a moment. His face didn’t pale, but his lips drew tight in a grim line. Sixty. Possibly sixty riders from Benden were on their way here. Their chances of surviving were dropping considerably. He nodded tersely to her in agreement, ignoring the implication that, yet again, he didn’t have the right priorities in place. It was too late to do anything but the barest of preparations now, seeing as Ka’rys had decided his instructions weren’t good enough. He let it slide though. Now was not the time for bickering over something so petty. Let the higher colors take the lead if they wished and thought they knew better. S’lain could guide from the side and still make certain things were done right.
There’s a green circling the infirmary! Jaxith’s abrupt message almost brought a reactionary twitch from S’lain, but he stilled it. The blue’s muscles were twitching in anxiety as he felt the need to chase this nasty creature and tear her from the sky. Do. Not. Move. S’lain rarely, if ever, needed to try and bring the force of his mind into getting Jaxith to do something, but he had to now. Don’t leave your spot Jaxith, until you see a dragon trying to land on that ledge. We’re going to close the doors between the dragon and human half of the infirmary, so you will have to be our defense against riders getting at us from the ledge.[/i] He both heard and felt the low whine from the big blue as panic flashed through his mind. His was going at it alone again! He wouldn’t be able to help if the human half got overrun, which was a likely possibility. It felt like the feline threat all over again, only several times worse. S’lain only had the time to send him a brief, disjointed wave of reassurance that had nothing to back it up. They would likely die tonight.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 19, 2009 15:16:45 GMT -5
Dragon screams punctuated the air as their rider were maul or drowned by the dragons in the river. Ylonth was used to the sound as a former skirmisher, he ignored it. Azrath was more disturbed by the deaths of the benden dragons but he knew the value of silence and the need to protect his Weyr. Yes.[/color] Ylonth agreed with Jessereth curtly. Now that his dirt had been washed off he was clearly visible, a pale blue shape in the night, and Azrath wouldn’t be much better once he resurfaced, the only advantage the older dragon had was being a darker shade of blue. I will take the rocks. Azrath may blend in a little better with the trees.[/color] Ylonth announced, glad that someone had a plan that went beyond the immediate. He could wish for better hiding places though, or more sticky dirt. Azrath was content to go along with what Jessereth wanted, since it was clear that he and Ylonth wouldn’t be able to sneak around anymore. The blue angled his head in the direction of Jarcith’s rider for a moment, they had entered the water to rescue her after all, but it seemed that Dasmonth’s rider was going to pick her up. Oh, they’d missed one. Azrath’s eye’s flashed a pale yellow tone in sympathy for Wyn as the man sunk a blade into her leg, but he was too far away to help, and quite likely to do more damage. Ah, he was disloged, and Jarcith’s was out of the river. Azrath dropped his head underwater again, heading for the cover Jessereth had shown him. Once under cover Azrath kept a discreet eye on Gina and Wynmuri, they were besiged by more attackers but holding their own . As the boat pulled away from the waterborne assailants he turned his head, what was all that other splashing about? Ylonth, Jessereth, I can hear things but I can’t see anyone.[/color] The blue knew his report sounded foolish and paranoid but he felt better for passing it along to them, they might be able to see something. Ylonth was about to reply to Azrath when something else caught his attention. I see a benden green, she is…taunting us? Challenging us? Should I engage her?[/color] Ylonth had some experience in combat with fort greens, as a benden skirmisher, but he was confused by the appearance of a single green in the sky. ----- Darya waited impatiently, every sound had her wanting to rush off and join the fray with nothing more than a belt knife and the small knife from her boot, now promoted to being stuffed through her belt for easier use. Not wise. There was a huge amount of screaming going on though, and Darya felt sure that was one of the Selenitas folk. It would be far too much to hope that it was enemy. If R’fuin didn’t get his ass back here soon… It was fortunate for R’fuin that he chose that moment to get back into Darya’s vision, though he slowed and looked confused, and then worried. Darya realised that it was her he was looking for, she’d moved back to hide. He was worried too, sweet but did he really think she’d make all that noise. Ha, more like hoped. Darya shook her head, moving back into the open. How could she be thinking of sex in the midst of all this. ‘Here. Moved out of trouble’s way.’ She spoke loud enough to heard and no louder than that. R’fuin loped back along the riverbank to where he’d left Darya, only to find she wasn’t there. Should he call ot, look for her, what if he attracted unfriendly attention? What if they had Darya already? R’fuin listened for a moment, things didn’t sound that great. R’fuin honestly didn’t know whether he was more relived or frightened to have her appear behind him, but he consider that later. ‘No boats nearby an the whole place is crawling with bendenmen.’ He reported briefly at the same volume as Darya. The woman’s eyes flicked in the direction of the most noise briefly before returning to R’fuin’s face. He was shocked to realise that what he could see in Darya’s eyes was pleading. He wouldn’t have tagged her as the type for it. Still, he agreed, they should investigate, attack if they had a hope of pulling it off. This was Selenitas, and no one was expendable. ‘Let’s go.’ He whispered, jerking his head in that direction. ----- a little later, the pair of blueriders managed to get in a position where they could see what was going on. Dorava and Kalierre had been captured. The only place they differed in plan was that Darya wanted to leap out and stab people right now and was eyeing one rider while fingering the hilt of her belt knife, while R’fuin wanted to wait until the bendenites were distracted. He suspected Darya’s problem came from guessing exactly how they would be distracted.
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Post by dragon on Apr 19, 2009 17:33:41 GMT -5
Crevy looked at everyone around her, and then offered a small smile to the man who touched her shoulder. "I'll tell her ... and I can block windows. Then ... I guess I could take the youngsters?" She offered, to the other woman with a double armload of young children. The woman definitely looked like one of those types who could kick someone's ass to the next contenient. And though she hadn't gotten her dismissal that she'd been so hoping for, Crevy would take the next best thing. Baby sitting she could do.
And thus she relayed the instructions to Crevesk, before hurrying to block up, barricade, and in all other ways she could fathom to block the windows. Though why the windows were such a problem so far as attackers went, she couldn't fathom. Outside was a sheer drop all the way to the groud far below. The only windows that were a real problem were the ones that looked onto decking. So those, she concentrated on first. And once she had done all she could, as quickly as she could, she reached for the young children. "Where is a good place to keep them safe?" She asked, not being at all familiar with the infirmary. Or any other part of the Weyr for that matter.
Beneath the infirmary, Crevesk moved. Around the tree, to the stairs. And she turned around backward to it, and promptly stuffed herself backward into it. No human was getting past her! She grumbled and growled for a moment, and then settled down and lay still. In the darkness, her dark hide rendered her nearly invisible. Attackers would have to be almost on top of her before they saw her. But she'd see them coming a long ways off ... she was a Wher, after all! A wher to make whers proud.
Even if she was green.
Turning her head very, very slowly, Crevesk kept an eye on everything she could see from her assigned position. All while looking forward to the salty metallic tang of man-blood. She wanted to taste them all...
Aonith shifted, and looked aroung. Apparently she had not been heard by the other dragons. That or there was something else majorly bad going on up there. She didn't know which. She really really wanted to go pelting down to the river and rescue hers. But she couldn't do that. Twitching in place, she quelled the rumbling of her gut. It was seriously unhappy with the rather volitile mixture of chemicals that was being brewed from the contaminated stone. And she would be glad to get rid of it all.
Best, all over a score or so of Bendenites. How dare they harm hers?! Her fire really really hurt... it was hard to think of anything else. What exactly had she just eaten??! She shifted position, and tried to quell her firestomach. It seemed she was all alone again, under the tree. She knew there was a wher around somewhere, but the creature had apparently very effectively dissappeared into the night. More than likely, the wher could still see her. But Aonith did not have a wher's eyes, either.
She shifted uncomfortably in the dark, and then sat still again, hoping to become as invisible as that wher over there had become. But she was still distinctly uncomfortable. Her thoughts, her stomach, the whole situation ... not knowing what was going on over head. She wished the males up there would say something. She hated not knowing!
Val twitched, in his little mandyr-shaped impression. But nothing more. Whether it was a volontary twitch or just a random nerve firing, no one could tell.
Dorava felt the twitch, in the back of her mind, and was glad for it. That meant he was still around. But otherwise she had to ignore her beloved pet. She had to rescue Kali. Hopefully, Kalierre would let her rescue Kalierre.
Searching for a feasable plan, Dorava held still in the end of the boat she was hiding in. Undoubtably, the riders still knew she was there. But they also thought she was down for the count. And she didn't want to tip them off differently until she was ready for them to know.
The only problem? There were three healthy, sound, Benden riders between her and Kalierre. And she was only one ... not to mention female and wounded. This didn't bode well. She knew she could take one down, before they knew what hit them. A second was possible ... but unlikely. She knew she could wound a second one, for sure. She had two knives, and was quite ambidextrous.
However.
That still in the end left her with one sound rider, and a wounded, maddened rider to deal with. And she would still be a wounded female. How to solve this conundrum? She wasn't sure. But her mind churned along with speed. She didn't have time to debate things, really.
And then she spotted motion, off to the side. She looked, and squinted. Shards, it was so dark. But the way they were moving, and considering who was in charge currently in the situation, she was willing to bet that the people she was vaguely seeing were not Benden riders. She was willing to bet that they were Selenitas folk. And from the size of them, she was willing to bet they weren't candidates, either. Which gave her hope. Maybe now the odds were balanced...
Especially if they had a double helping of surprise on thier side!
With that thought in mind, Dorava sprang upwards drawing her other knife, leaping out of the boat and charging at the turned backs of the riders. Hoping with her life and Val's and Kalierre's that the two she'd spotted were actually Selenitas riders and they would act. In time.
She plunged her right knife into the back of the first rider's torso, the blade slicing into his heart. Yanking it free, she lunged at the second, the female, with a feral cry. Her spine was in pain in a way that made her anger seriously flare up. Slashing, she cut a deep cleft through the woman's chest with her left knife, before attempting a follow up stab with the right.
She missed. And went spinning into the dirt. Landing with a thud and a pained cry, Dorava's training and instincts kicked in even as her mind reeled from the pain. Throwing herself sideways, she rolled away from the riders, scrambling back to her feet again, lurching away from the riders in an effort to avoid retaliatory slashes.
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Post by Rowana on Apr 19, 2009 18:10:47 GMT -5
Wynmuri was already doing as Gina suggested when she spoke. Tearing a long strip from the bottom of her shirt, she wrapped it three times around her leg just above the wound. Clenching her teeth, she yanked as hard as she could on the loose ends. The pain was almost too much and she closed her eyes as her face twisted sharply in agony. Fighting to stay conscious, she finished the job by knotting the strands tightly in place. Now that it was done, the pain was starting to fade slightly. The bleeding was slowing, but with the wound drenched in river water, infection was inevitable.
Wyn-mine? Wymuri winced. It had been a long time since Jarcith had called her that. She must really be worried. I'm alright, she assured her. Nothing a stay in the infirmary can't cure. She could feel Jarcith's frustration growing. Next time Wyn got hurt, she probably wouldn't be able to keep the green from tearing through the sky looking for her. And they both knew that was suicide. Wynmuri sighed and leaned back in the boat. They weren't safe by far, but she was exhausted and her leg burned with fiery pain. For now she had to trust that Gina could steer the boat to the infirmary on her own.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 19, 2009 18:48:00 GMT -5
In and out of consciousness. Her face was slick, with tears or blood she couldn't be sure. Terror gripped her. Phremath's, mostly, Kalierre struggling to strengthen her mindmate and pretty much failing. The fear just grew.
And when it stopped, when the blows and the weight lifted, she could only groan and give way to the darkness, unsure and uncaring as to the reason that her torment had paused.
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We have been seen, the brown stated, brushing against Hin's mind. It was an unnecessary comment; the brownrider was, in some ways, more aware of what was going on without than in this room. Which meant that Jessereth needed words. There are no others. No. You are sure? He urged his mindmate to make another sweep of the skies above, to be certain they weren't using the green to distract while mounting an attack from another direction on the landbound dragons. Z'hin couldn't lose Jessereth. Much as the brown was a pain in the sharding arse most all of the time, he was so much a part of the brownrider that he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I am sure as I can be. But it definitely was a distraction...if it was meant to be an attack they wouldn't have sent one.
Savitri's words more than confirmed that. So many? Z'hin's face grew stony. His fingers twitched. Nerves. Glancing at E'rro, a flicker of approval, but then S'lain leaned in and started talking to Ka'rys. Something dangerous flashed behind the brownrider's eyes. He had respect for S'lain, if only because the man had accompanied the rest of them on their fool's errand, but that wasn't about to stay his anger. This was not the time for some idiotic pissing contest. The distraction of Kale's unknown whereabouts was enough to make Z'hin more than a little uneasy, and she was Ka'rys's daughter. That weighed heavily into the stormcloud brewing along his brow. He slipped an arm between S'lain and Ka'rys, pushing the dragonhealer back with a growl that masked the pain it shot through his collarbone.
"Thank you for sharing your knowledge of the infirmary, healer. Let the fighters do their job, now. Ka'rys has far more experience than you in this sort of thing, and we don't have the time for elaborate plans. There's a green circling the infirmary, just one, which means they want our eyes up there and they're already on the move. First priority, close up the windows that we can and eliminate the number of ways they can gain entrance. Shore up the front entrance as well. Narrow the passage so less can come at us at once. If any of the injured can make it past fifty northern riders, they can find a way into the infirmary. Someone on the landing isn't a bad idea. Lennae...do you think you can do that? We can't risk Savitri." He glanced at her. "No offense, goldrider, but it's game over if they get their hands on you. If Lennae flames at the green...Jaxith can protect her from attack." He hoped. "And they might think their ploy has worked. At this point, any advantage is necessary. We need everyone to help. It doesn't matter how good the couple of real fighters we have are; they can't take on this many alone." A smile was flashed at Danar.
Z'hin didn't often do such things when there were other capable people here, but he was getting anxious and they were getting nowhere fast. "Crevy, we're going to need you to tell us what your wher sees. He has the best vision. Someone's going to have to stay with you who can communicate that to the rest of us." A glance to Ka'rys. That's what he'd do with Savitri, if he was the bronzerider. But he wasn't going to suggest that outright. Everyone was touchy right now, and his dislike for goldriders was well-known. "Maybe one of the offices here, one that has no windows, will serve our purpose? The door can be barred from the inside. Is there an office like that, S'lain?"
His gaze fell again on Ka'rys. "Is that about what you're thinking, Wingleader?" He wanted authority to be clear here. They didn't need to be split up and fighting each other as well as the enemy.
Jessereth, meanwhile, kept one eye on the green, rumbling discontentedly to himself. He didn't much like waiting for the crap to start raining out of the sky, did the brown. The best defense was a good offense, but that wasn't an option here so he was forced to wait. They were over on that side of the river before, Azrath. Keep us updated. At Ylonth's question, though, Jessereth considered. Any dragon who took to the skies might be ambushed. He didn't like her owning the airspace above the infirmary, but as long as she was just engaging in acrobatics...
No. Not yet. But if she looks like she's going to attack, Ylonth... He left the comment hanging. Jessereth would have loved to take after her himself, but it would be a long battle without his rider to aid him Between...one he possibly might not win. As far as straight flying went, greens had a decided advantage during battle. You couldn't kill something you couldn't catch.
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Post by Rei on Apr 19, 2009 18:55:41 GMT -5
Danar stayed silent. It was obvious that the riders minds where currently elsewhere. He almost turned to start on the cots just to have something to do. Instead he bit his lip and stroked Hero the bronze flit giving the littlest chirp of reassurance. After a few more comments he got a better idea.
Finally he nudged Lanthos and motioned towards the doorway. “Lanthos and I can work on getting the supplies out of the dragon holding area. Besides the flamethrower what else do you need?” The candidate asked Savitri almost quietly. He never got her answer, or if he did it didn't register.
The announcement of a dragon circling the infirmary made Danar pale slightly. They were beginning already? “We obviously don’t have much time to waste anymore. I'll do whatever you need me to do. Just give the word.” He returned Z'hin's smile with a half smile of his own. At least someone was making heads or tail of this mess.
The anxiousness of the riders was putting the bronze on edge. His was all set to do something and the lizard would do his best to help where he could.
---- Vanity frilled once at the circling dragon. UGLY, DUNGHEAD. Maulbiteredleak. Go. She hopped back and forth on the windowsill giving a hiss for good measure. Lustpet? We go Lustpet? Looking from her bronze mate to the other riders the small green flicked her wings slightly exasperated. Stupids. They were all just standing there. Why were they not moving to save Lustpet? Standing accomplished nothing. Move Dungheads. Firmary, Lustpet, go. Eloquent she was.
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Post by weaving on Apr 19, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -5
Lennae watched as S’lain and Ka’rys proceeded to argue over leaderships and where everyone should go and what everyone should do. They were acting in the stereotypical fashion of males, she’d decided as she watched. It was vaguely reminiscent of her life in the north, before Selenitas. She half expected them to begin banging on their chests or throwing something around in a contest of strength. Perhaps they’d even whip out their penises and begin comparing sizes. With men, it always came down to penis size. Always, no matter how hard they tried to conceal it. The thought nearly had her laughing, though she quickly stifled the smile that flickered across her face. Now was certainly not a time for laughter or making jokes, though it might lessen the tension in the room. Or have everyone turn on her.
There’s a green circling the infirmary! What do I do, what do I do? At the sight of Uleath, Amith had begun to panic once more, shivering and pushing up against the infirmary as much as possible. She continually shuffled her wings nervously. She couldn’t do anything. She was tiny, too small to fight and besides, she didn’t know how. Knowing that she wasn’t alone on the landing area was a reassurance, but not a large one. Jaxith was only a blue and so only a bit larger than the enemy green. And surely if the green was circling, that meant that others were probably coming? She was probably checking to make sure that the area was clear for the invaders to attack.
Lennae had begun to open her mouth to make a smart retort at the bickering riders when Z’hin spoke. Thank Faranth someone else here had a lick of common sense. The sound of her name caught her attention and her gaze flickered toward the brownrider as he spoke. Her, on the landing with the flamethrower. Sounded simple enough. She’d have Jaxith and Amith to protect her and hopefully her presence would reassure the green some.
“Just show me what button to press,” she answered with a grim smile and a short nod of the head. She’d just need someone to get her the flamethrower (her knowledge of the infirmary layout was nonexistent) and then she’d be set to flame whatever came her way. First things first. Get rid of that green in the sky. It would be tricky since she wouldn’t have the advantage of going /between/ or flying out of reach, but it was better than nothing.
’naeMine, I’m scared. It’s alright love. I’ll be out with you in just a few minutes, alright? I promise, I won’t let anything bad happen.[/color] As impossible as that sounded, it was a promise that she intended to keep. The person who dared to so much as scratch Amith would wish that they had died by the end of this.
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Post by hseru on Apr 19, 2009 21:03:49 GMT -5
This was all a little too much for him, so he stayed rather silent as things happened. Lanthos was content to follow Danar as the other candidate gave him a knife and lead him and a few other candidates to the infirmary. His face was pale, and his fear evident, but he was a good follower. He tucked the blade into his belt, unsure if it would actually be of use to him –he really didn’t know how to use one against a person.
The infirmary was in an uproar of sorts as people debated about which way to proceed. He followed again, each time Danar chose to go one way or another, or stop as it happened. His usual good cheer had all but vanished in the tense mood of the group. He found himself playing with the hilt of the knife he’d been given. He’d seen his fair share of blood… granted it was all animal, but blood was blood, right? He didn’t know, and was almost afraid of finding out. What if he was a coward? Could he kill someone? Pep certainly was ready to go. The mandyr sat pertly on his shoulder, frill opening and closing at a rapid pace. He was almost humming. Mask was hidden in his shirt. The poor blue flitt was far too scared to come out, even with the promise of treats. People scared him. Angry and loud people scared him more. Hispet would protect him, right? Pepsafe. Pep sent to the firelizard. He had gone from disliking the other blue, to being a bit protective of the timid thing. The disparity in size notwithstanding, Pep was a very small big brother to Mask, though he still made certain that he got the choice pick from both meals and perches.
Lanthos reached up to gently pet the blue through his shirt, glad he was wearing two layers. Mask clung to the cloth on his chest, and otherwise would have had his claws in the candidate, without intending to even. He was just far too frightened to move. Some of that fright was leaking over into Lanthos, but he was starting to get a good feel for when their emotions got tangled up in his own. He was able to push back the fear and feel his own wariness, glad it was only that for now.
He got nudged, and nodded at Danar as the other candidate suggested they go off for the flamethrower (that must be an interesting thing to see) only to rescind the idea when Z’hin spoke up again. He was beginning to get a little frustrated with these riders. Couldn’t they make a decision? Peoples’ lives were at stake, and they were arguing over the same thing. How many different ways could four people say ‘lets block the entrances and guard the doors’?
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Post by glamourie on Apr 19, 2009 22:46:41 GMT -5
Everyone felt the need to state the obvious. Ka’rys wondered, briefly, whether or not there was a disconnect between everyone’s brains and mouths. How many people did it take to make it understood that Savitri was a target? He’d said it, yes, because it needed saying -- but why was everyone repeating him? What was the point of that? They were all wasting time, and Ka’rys’s patience was rapidly disintegrating. Understandable, perhaps, since his daughter was missing, but he was better than that. It did not please him, however, that everyone seemed hellbent on scaring the daylights out of Savitri. That he said it was enough; she got the picture. Beating a dead runner didn’t solve anything. The bronze rider lifted the blade he’d been given so-generously by Lennae (he’d return it if he lived long enough to do so) and tossed it into the air, high above him. Then he caught the handle again and looked back at Z’hin. Hrorek. His fire lizard. Ka’rys wanted very badly to believe that he’d find Kalerary, but what good could a fire lizard do to protect her? Really? His stomach flipped over.
And he said nothing. His head bowed slightly, though his gaze turned slightly toward the wherhandler’s arrival. He cocked his head to the side and watched her briefly… but his attention was quite quickly stolen by Savitri again. She was the only person there he knew very well, and she had to be terrified. He kept himself from staring out of force of habit: If Benden noticed his affection for her, it would spell their doom. Ka’rys bit his tongue and twirled the blade between his fingers. Awkward.
It felt right not to speak, but rather, to listen. He processed all that was said with utter silence - until S’lain spoke. And then Ka’rys turned, his gaze following on the bluerider. “No one at Selenitas is going to get to us, bluerider,” he said very softly; it wasn’t an argument. “What Savitri has just told us is that we’re surrounded. We cannot follow your ideas, because we simply don’t have time to implement them. We’ve got to act now. What Savitri just to---”
There is a green coming.
Ka’rys’s words cut off very abruptly as Ciceroth spoke to him and he tilted his head toward the window. His stomach plummeted. Z’hin’s words drew his attention and he flashed a look toward him that may have been gratitude. He took a deep breath, listening carefully, then cocked his head ever-so-slightly to the side. Close up windows, check. Block off entrances, check. Most of what Z’hin said was what he was thinking, but there was one thing to be considered: “This is the infirmary. You’re right, in that we probably won’t get any patients coming in, but the injured parties do need to be moved… and I think our healers should be allowed to do what they do best. S’lain knows this infirmary well, and it means a lot to him that the patients be cared for. That much is obvious. Therefore, I would suggest we move everyone who is injured somewhere, to the back room, like he’d suggested… however, instead of the candidates --” He turned to S’lain. “How many healers would it take to care for your patients, at minimum, without risk coming to them?” It was his version of a peace offering. Ka’rys didn’t want to extend any extra hands, if it could be helped, but healers didn’t like watching their patients be unattended, even in dire circumstances. Letting S’lain handle the injured seemed like a good plan. “If we could move everyone who cannot fight, to one central location, we can put guards on that area as a last resort… and drag our badly wounded back there. Others won’t come, but… we’ll probably have a lot of people hurt here.”
Turning back to the candidates, Ka’rys tilted his head. “We’re glad to have you,” he said, and found himself surprised that he meant it. “But S’lain is right. This is going to be dangerous. We - we need you on the top of your game.” He wanted to say it was all right to be frightened, but the boy leading them wasn’t a child. Not really. So Ka’rys kept that thought to himself, and finished with, “I’m glad you all made it here unharmed. We all are.” Reassurance was good, right? He didn’t want it to appear like - like fighting. Which they were, but he hadn’t intended to start a fight.
E’rro had a point, and Ka’rys turned to nod his agreement to him. Then he turned back to Savitri and put one hand on her wrist, his head tilting up. “Savitri, you need to show Lennae how to use the flamethrower… and then you should go with the wherhandler. You can have Hepaticath tell everyone what you see.” It also got Savitri mostly out of harm’s way. It wasn’t just selfishness that had him wanting to protect her. She couldn’t do much. Aliscia’s kids, she could watch, and if worse came to worse, she had a wherhandler with her. His gaze sought out Savitri’s knots - out of instinct more than anything else. Only healer. Good. “If anyone asks - you’re not a gold rider. Don’t tell them, no matter what. Okay? If you tell them, or even say your name, they’ll know who you are. Don’t mention your name if anyone finds you. You’re just an apprentice healer today, Savitri. Can you do that?”
Looking over his shoulder, he pointed to Danar. “You. Can you go to the --”
Speaking. In his mind. Ka’rys blinked twice, then looked up, as the voice he didn’t recognize addressed him. Fortunately, said voice introduced himself: I am Kaaoloth of Sel’n. I have fire stone and I am offering some to any fire lizard who would benefit from flame. If you would like some you may send your fire lizard to me. Then a picture of his location. Ka’rys squinted, feeling Ciceroth’s agitation, and then nodded to himself in response to the words. Realizing Kaaoloth could not hear him, he turned back toward the rest of the group.
“All right, we’ve been talking long enough. Time to act. First: Kaaoloth has firestone, but none of our dragons can get to him. We can send our fire lizards and let them chew it, if we want to - Ciceroth can show them where to go. It’s up to you; I don’t know how much use they’ll be, but it could be handy.” It was probably not the response the brown was hoping for, but Ka’rys wouldn’t demand anyone send their pets to their deaths. Not how he worked. And he had no intentions of sending Ophelie or Liette. They were busy elsewhere. His gaze turned back to Danar. “You - can you and your candidates start fortifying the windows, please? You can board them up, or push things in front of them, if you want. There’s cabinets in the main room, and each of the individual rooms. Block them off to the best of your ability, but try to move quickly. E’rro is right: We’re running out of time.”
Ciceroth remained painfully still on his perch. He watched, in silence; unlike the others, he did not go after those in the river. His gaze, instead, was snared on the green. Distraction, yes; she was a distraction. But she could be dangerous if she came too close. The bronze shifted his weight and stared up toward her, ready to launch himself if needed. Going into the air was dangerous for him. His hide was too light and the metallic glint impossible to miss. Ciceroth shifted again. Jessereth was doing a good job instructing the two blues, so Ciceroth did not disagree; contrary to what most would think, Ciss was very good at working with others. He was an agreeable dragon, true, but also very practical. As long as Jessereth was making sense, he wouldn’t disagree.
His tail flicked. We can’t let her stay close by, Jessereth. She’s coming too quickly… Indeed, the green was circling wide, but… why? Just acrobatics? She’s a distraction, but they can’t think we’ll surely be kept away only by the presence of a green. They don’t think us that stupid. It was said only to Jessereth; the brown would know what he meant. The green was probably going to do something to force them to act soon enough, and Ciceroth was not looking forward to that. It had been a long time since he fought.
To Hepaticath, he did not respond… mainly for lack of anything good to say. He hoped that she did not take offense, but for the moment, there was nothing more he could do for her… and his mind was better kept on the fight at hand than distracted by the junior queen. Even he knew that.
[ Giving our defenders a chance to get themselves fortified. The group is still in the river heading forward, green still in the air flying big circles. I'll post the NPCs next time but this post turned into a monster as it is. So yeah. ]
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Post by kysseh on Apr 20, 2009 2:03:06 GMT -5
Were they ever going to stop talking?!
Aliscia, however, was wasting no time. She kissed both of her offspring and then reluctantly allowed the wherhandler to take them. The timid little thing had at least blocked up some of the main room’s windows, a fact that the greenrider could see from her post near the door. Good. The girl couldn’t fight, but… perhaps she could at least keep the babes safe. Reiscia whined at the change of hands, and Silas merely squirmed, blind eyes casting desperately about as if staring long enough could give him sight. Aliscia laid a hand on each of their heads, trying to not let her heart be twisted by the mere thought of harm coming to either.
“They’re not fond of strangers. Just… let them stay near to each other, and they’ll be fine,” she said rather gruffly. “Thank you. Stay… wherever they think is safest. Listen to the men… and the apprentice healer.” They were just calling her the apprentice healer, now, apparently. Aliscia glanced over at her goldriding friend, noting that Savitri did not look displeased by this. The greenrider snorted and drew knives from somewhere that Savitri could not identify. Two knives. Long knives. If she could kill enough of them… form a barrier with the bodies. Yes, that would work. In the meantime, she eyed Savitri to watch the goldrider’s move.
Savitri was listening in silence to the talking back and forth, glancing down at the bronzerider when his hand came to rest on her wrist. She was not Savitri of gold Hepaticath, if she was taken. She was… an apprentice healer. Ras. She could call herself that, if they asked. That was easy to remember. She abruptly realized that if the Benden riders gained entrance and… realized who she was or whom Ka’rys was… she was going to have to pretend to not know him. Goldrider or not, she was… a liability. That was the word he had used for it before, long before. It was something that had made her curious before, but now… now it was clear. The young woman nodded her understanding and bent to brush her lips over the bronzerider’s. “I love you.” It was quietly stated, simple. If she got no other opportunity to do it, then… well, then so be it.
“The wherhandler has most of the important windows out in the main room blocked up and covered,” Aliscia responded, hoping the room’s occupants were not fixating on the fact that Savitri was having a moment of weakness. The goldrider covered quickly, straightening up and eyeing her greenrider friend, but Aliscia was wise to the fact that it was Savitri’s acknowledgment of a goodbye. “I’ve got free hands and can take care of the other rooms,” she added quietly before slipping out of the room and jogged across the main part of the infirmary to start work on one of the other isolation room’s windows. Closed, secured, covered with a cabinet that took far too much work to shove into place. Heavy.
While Reiscia and Silas clung to their new protector, Reiscia trying to mouth at the wherhandler’s shirt in a sign of stress, Savitri nodded in understanding at the apparent leaders of their little group. “Understood. I’m not a goldrider, if they ask. I’ll take the candidates and grab the supplies and the flamethrower. Lennae?” That was the greenrider’s name! Amith’s was Lennae. Savitri flicked a non-smile at the group and then released Ka’rys’s arm and strode out of the room, flashing a more genuine expression at the poor wherhandler. She would help her… soon. In a moment. For now, she was working on leading the candidates and the greenrider out of the room at a quick walk. It did not take her long to find the flamethrower in one of the cabinets. It was either heavier than she remembered, or she was more tired than she thought. Either way, she puffed a bit in dragging it out, eyeing the supplies in the cabinet. “Those rods we can use as clubs. We should take the bandages… numbweed. Lots of numbweed. We could probably throw those jars as a last resort,” she grumbled softly.
She gestured at Lennae, indicating the flamethrower’s nozzle. “Goes on your back… like a pack. You don’t have to strap it on completely since you're not flying with it, but I’d recommend you put the straps at least over both shoulders to keep it secure.” She inserted the stiff hose into the closed hole on the side of the pack, turning it to lock it in place. Practice made perfect, and Savitri practiced quite a lot. “To start it up, point the nozzle upward, pin the hose between your arm and your side, and move the switch on the left side. You’ll feel it vibrate.” Savitri grunted softly and got the pack up onto her back and demonstrated, holding the nozzle perfectly upward and pinning the rest of the hose in between her elbow and side. She did not, however, turn the device on. No need. “Once it’s been on for about a quick count of ten, press the area on the nozzle that’s right near your thumb. Flames will shoot out whenever you have that depressed, and it’ll probably surprise you the first time, but… you get used to it quickly.” She managed to take the thing off, pressing a free hand to her lower back as soon as it was off and resting on the ground. Ow. “Anything I missed? Oh, flip the switch on the left side of the pack when you want it off. Don’t ever point it at someone when you’re turning that switch on. It’s… difficult, sometime. The pack is full enough to last for a full Fall.”
((So, I really have no idea how flamethrowers work and am just copying the instructions that Shmee gave Savitri ages ago. >.> Sorryyyyy.))
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Post by Requiem on Apr 20, 2009 5:27:29 GMT -5
Casting a sidelong glance at Ka'rys and Savitri, Z'hin found himself getting vaguely nauseous. He stepped away from the pair and rubbed absently at the place just below his shoulder, bringing with it a new kind of pain, but one that was better than the throbbing. Extending his senses back out to linger with Hrorek and Jessereth, his face grew mostly impassive again, the man listening with just one ear to everything the bronzerider was saying. It would have to do. That was...the long and short of it. The brownrider wouldn't give them one chance in ten thousand but they still had to try. Or, he supposed, they could just stand there and let what happened happen or turn blades on themselves, but no dragonrider was that docile. Certainly not anyone who'd spent any time in the north.
A queer thought popped into his head, and his lips twisted wryly, even as Jessereth's disgust washed over him. It was hardly time to be thinking about that! Z'hin almost laughed at the brown, even though he wouldn't be there to hear it. Well, it had been a long time in the infirmary, and with Savitri and Ka'rys practically eating each other's faces - no matter how much he wished to clock them in their heads with the nearest hard implement - wasn't it natural to think of that when you were pretty sure everyone in the room with you would be dead in a candlemark?
Fatalist much? Oh, definitely. But then, he'd been looking at nearly impossible odds ever since Impressing Jessereth, at one time or another. Maybe his impossible luck would continue. If not, he still planned on taking down as many of the bastards as he could. Rider and dragon were both in agreement on that one. Always had been. Z'hin's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he blinked at the people assembled in the room as if just coming out of a daze. Well, if Jessereth wanted to...he wasn't about to argue. Faranth knew the only other who wouldn't be spotted immediately was Jaxith. Z'hin trusted Jess; the brown wasn't given to taking unneccessary risks - unless you counted when he was under Flightlust.
You're right, the brown told Ciceroth, his only true response. Ylonth was too light to risk. If it came to a fight in the skies...he'd be an obvious target. Azrath, maybe, but he had the other bank covered, the one where that party had last been. Hissing softly, Jessereth touched the minds of the gathered Selenitas dragons. I'm going up. Watch my back for me, if you can. He slid further up the bank, moving slowly. Then, to Jaxith, It's dangerous, but I may need help if she decides to engage. Join me if you are willing to take the risk. Yes, Jaxith was dark enough to not be noticed at a distance. Not that the green couldn't communicate their presence to others, but at least with darker hides it would be harder to visually track them. If Jaxith chose. Jessereth wouldn't blame him if he stayed grounded.
He jumped, his wings straining for the lift so close to the ground, but in a few moments the compact brown had altitude, a rising dark shadow against the infirmary. He circled it almost lazily, watching the green. This was likely to get him killed if any more than her was involved, but allowing her to just get close enough to do whatever really wasn't an option. Ciceroth was right.
Flicking a glance toward Ka'rys again, Z'hin slid silently from the room, striding for the front entrance where he stepped out far enough into the darkness to have some view of Jessereth. His jaw tightened slightly. Well, at least it was bound to be interesting. The brown had wanted a good fight ever since they'd returned from the north with the order to assassinate then-Weyrleader Ka'rys. He smiled darkly. But Ka'rys was Selenitas by that point, and even Z'hin wasn't so cold as to be capable of betraying his home Weyr...or taking Kale's father from her.
If he even could have.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 20, 2009 5:51:31 GMT -5
Darya clenched her hand around the hilt of her knife and glared furiously at R’fuin, if he didn’t let go of her arm she was going to stab him in such a way that he’d never arrange a tryst again. She leaned towards the benden riders like a canine yearning to be released on the hunt.
R’fuin spared a glance for the sky, he didn’t see the green Ylonth had mentioned but he trusted that she’d be up there. A diversion, Ylonth. Don’t engage unless you have to. He sent the idea to his beast, not loosening his grip on Darya in the least. Ylonth could look after himself for a while, he hoped.
Then something startled R’fuin enough that Darya wrenched out of his grip, one of the women he’d thought unconscious leapt up and started attacking with a howl of either rage or pain. He hoped for the first but suspected the second. Whichever. It was a distraction, and one that he wouldn’t have to restrain his erstwhile companion through. He took off on Darya’s heels, drawing his own belt knife without a thought.
Darya yanked herself free the moment R’fuin’s grip weakened, roaring an incoherent battle cry she charged right into the fray with no thought for how unwise her actions were. The uninjured bendenman turned toward her, no doubt thinking Dorava already beaten. A belt knife flashed into the man’s hand and Darya engaged him with more fury and desperation than actual skill. She hoped R’fuin would think this a big enough distraction.
R’fuin’s approach was far from silent, but he hoped, by some miracle, that he would go unnoticed compared to the fury of the women. Hope paid off, for now. He skirted around Darya and her opponent and slammed into the injured woman’s back, bearing her to the ground before she could do any more damage to Dorava. The Selenitas rider looked to be in enough pain as it was. There was a sickly crunch and the benden rider stopped moving. R’fuin pulled his knife out of the back of her nack with an unemotional expression. Later he would regret it, and feel guilty for killing a helpless woman. Now long neglected combat knowledge took over. Dorava had just shown everyone how dangerous prisoners could be.
Darya’s eye’s blazed ice blue with fury, her lips peeled back in death’s head grin. Her opponent was fighting strongly but less surely now he realised he was probably being attacked by a madwoman. His belt knife scored on her wrist, leaving a cut down to the bone on the back of the wrist. Darya snarled, rage surpassing pain, and apparently sense. Her hand twisted and gripped the blade and her belt knift slashed a deep cut across the man’s stomach. By the stench she knew she’d hit his intestines, the foulness would soon poison him but he was loud. The knife went into his throat. Silencing him.
Dripping blood from her own wounds and the bendenman’s body Darya surveyed the battle site. Surely if there was back up around they’d be here.
((Sorry for the general suckishness of this post. I have to go to work so I wrapped it up quickly. I’ll be back in nine hours to fix it. Just assume the dragons are staying put for now.))
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Post by Rei on Apr 20, 2009 13:56:44 GMT -5
Danar listened to Ka’rys’ words and nodded once. Top of his game? He was ready. Let those Benden bastards try. The candidate would die before he let the weyr fall. The lad kept at attention as Ka’rys continued to speak first to Savitri, and next a comment about some dragon having firestone.
A quick question to Hero had the bronze flaring his wings and chirping in return. Flame? Yes he would go and eat and come back to protect his and the others. Where did he need to go?
As Ka’rys spoke to him Danar nodded his face serious. “Yes sir. I will take a group and start on the windows. Hero is willing to go get the firestone if your bronze would kindly tell him where to go.” Motioning for Hero to approach Ka’rys, Danar turned and singled out two candidates to help him with the windows. As Savitri spoke he turned to Lanthos.
“Lanthos can you take a few of the others and help the… apprentice healer?” He had almost used her name but then he remembered they were not allowed to think of her as the gold rider. That would take some remembrance on the candidate’s part.
Leaving the room, he trotted down the hallway to begin barricading some of the individual room windows. He shoved cabinets and pushed tables upright against the windows all the while directing his small group to do this or that. The leader roll was something he was used to, having been the leader of a small gang of trouble makers in the creche. Now though it was not fun and games. It was an attempt to survive.
Hero fluttered to Ka’rys shoulder and watched the bronze rider with whirling eyes. Where was he to go? Getting the coordinates quickly enough the bronze gave a chirp and disappeared between.
---- Vanity was a bit confused by Lust’s lack of movement but she could hardly blame her mate for zoning out. It was obvious by the white color of his eyes that he was participating in his bonded pain. The small mandyr curled around her mate as much as she could (which wasn’t very much given the size difference). Vanity Love Lust. She purred soothingly. Red leak. We maul. No hurt Lustpet. They pay. Firmary, Lustpet, no theirs. Our’s. Lust’s.
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