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Post by dragon on Apr 20, 2009 18:32:27 GMT -5
Crevenaire took the two children, holding them tight to her chest as she hurried to find out where she should go. A few quick questions, a few terse answers, and then she was off. To what was presumably one of the most secure locations in the infirmary. She pushed the door open with a shoulder and slipped through. Hooking her heel behind it as she passed, she shoved it closed again. Holding the two children tight, she kept them close together as instructed.
Crevy looked around the room, and seemed to deflate somewhat. Now what? She didn't think putting the children down was a very good idea at all. They'd probably start howling or worse. So she just hung onto them.
She was aware that she was not armed. How could she miss it? But then, what could would it have done had she been? She couldn't really use a knife, she didn't think she had what it took to kill ... and her arms were full of someone else's squirming kids.
Meh.
Dorava gasped as lost her balance and fell again, onto the hard ground. She squeaked involontarily when the body of the Benden woman landed next to her with a hard thud. There was someone else on her...
Her heart knew releif in realizing she had help all of a sudden. Those two she had seen? They had acted, than Faranth! Scrambling to her feet again, she staggered sideways and groaned as pain lashed out through her body in protest to movement.
By the time that she quite got her senses to stop reeling, all three of thier attackers were dead ... or as good as. "Tha ... tha ... thanks." She gasped, before staggering toward Kalierre. "Kali? Kalierre? Are you -?" She stopped, trying to get her breath back. Falling more than lowering herself to her knees near the woman, Dorava reached for her. First she checked at the edge of her jaw, looking for a pulse.
Finding one, she breathed a sigh or releif. "Kali! Can you hear me?" Dorava asked, before realizing the Healer was completely unconcious. Fingers fluttering somewhat clumsily from the pain arcing up through her spine and making her slightly dizzy, Dorava checked the woman over for any as yet unknown major wounds. "We ... we need to get her to the infirmary. There ... there are people there. We need to hurry... the attackers ... they're headed there. But... but I think they're..." She sighed heavily, and paused a moment to grasp her head. Clear her thoughts, catch her breath. She was repeating herself too much. Think! "They're going to try and be sneaky." She said, finally. "They'll be moving slow. We have to hurry."
Broken bones, bruises, re-damaged hip... it was horrible. Dorava was surprised they hadn't already killed her. If she didn't get help soon ... "Can you carry her? I ... I ... I can't..." Dorava grimaced, and then looked up at her two rescuers. Her spine was in agony, and there was no way she was going to be able to move another body ... much less without doing further damage to her. "Her arm is broke, be careful of her hip, too..." she cautioned, crawling backwards away from Kali before staggering to her feet again.
And then a thought raced through her head. "Val ..." She muttered, before stumbling down the incline of the bank, to where her mindmate lay. Sheathing her knives and scooping him up gently, she looked down at his little blue form, and cried silently. "Stay with me, Val. Please. Stay with me." Just the act of picking up the tiny creature, stooping low and then straightening, her vision blacked for a moment from her nerves firing. Gasping, she stumbled back toward the other people again, slipping the little creature into his favorite spot. Inside her breastband. He'd be alright there, for a little while, until she could get him help. But she needed her hands free.
"We have a boat." She stated, simply, resisting the urge to sniff. Her previous tears had made her nose run somewhat. Mind back on business ... they had to get to the infirmary at best possible speed. It was a really bad thing, that they didn't have a board or anything to use to move Kalierre. Her thoughts flashed to the oars ... but they needed both of those to row across the river. No way were they going to try and swim across with Kalierre in her current state...
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Post by glamourie on Apr 20, 2009 18:42:17 GMT -5
They waded forward. Rian was near the front of the group, moving in the darkness. Though it was summer, the water felt freezing; she was betting that came more from her mind than anything else. Not that she minded. She’d endured worse. The water was moving quickly enough, that it didn’t take the group long to reach the far edge of the shoreline. They arrived just as the brown launched into the air, and she waved a hand for everyone to pause. Rian lifted her eyes, watching Uleath with a mixture of sorrow, guilt and pride. She was a good, strong fighter, Rian knew, but that wouldn’t save her from being hopelessly outnumbered. Which meant she’d probably die. Some part of her felt truly guilty sending one of her riders to their deaths, even if there was no other option. She felt confident the majority of her wing would make it out alive, after all. This was Selenitas. They weren’t known for being extraordinary fighters… or, indeed, extraordinary anything. Uleath circled wide. In the darkness, her vision was impaired, but she noticed movement; presumably the brown. A challenge shrieked from her throat and then, as she swerved nearer, she flamed. She wasn’t big enough to actually hit the infirmary, but the flame was enough to light up the night and make it impossible to miss her presence. It also spoke volumes of her threat: if they were too cowardly to chase her, or simply too arrogant, their precious bondeds would be burnt to a crisp. She had no problem burning the infirmary down at Risha’s behest, and it would certainly make a point. But - one of them was chasing her, at least. Only one. What a disappointment. He couldn’t take her on. She was faster (she knew instinctively) and more agile. They were sending their dark dragon (probably the brown) to his death. Her eyes whirled pleasantly and she jolted upright before making another wide circle around the infirmary. If he thought he could chase and keep her from hitting the tree with her flame, so be it. Let him try. As Uleath circled, Rian pulled herself up onto the bank and scurried forward, crouching low. The other members of her wing followed, and she pulled the heavy backpack from her back. “Break into groups of three,” she whispered, then removed a jar to hand to a man with very pale blue eyes. “Each group gets a jar. Throw them into the windows, break ‘em if you can. Get the mixture all over the wood. It’s highly flammable. And keep an eye on Uleath. If she flames near you and you’ve got that stuff on you, you’ll burn and I don’t want to rake up your ashes. Kill any nonhealers that get in your way. Once the place is properly doused, we’ll have more leverage over anyone inside that could be useful.” Anyone like the healers, or the traitor she knew happened to be in there… or perhaps a Fort Bronzerider. Her head bowed and she handed out the rest of the jars quickly before pointing left and then right. Break up. Split up. Smaller groups were much, much easier to hide. Something glittered. Her gaze tilted upward and her eyes widened before she leaned over to explain, “There’s a dragon on the infirmary, perching. Probably a bronze, but light enough, it could be a gold.” She sought her mindmate for further explanation. From his position, Haelstrath would be able to see everything. She silently inquired, and then, “Bronze. There’s also the brown chasing Uleath, and three blues scattered around. We’ll have to be careful not too be seen by them. Keep your heads low and move quickly. Stay close to the building. Most likely they won’t attack human beings - they don’t know if we’re theirs or ours in this darkness - but better safe than sorry.” Actually, Rian believed that Jessereth, at least, would attack humans… and would get quite the joy from it. However, she didn’t voice that. He was in the air after Uleath and she was circling rapidly, giving him a chase. If she did her job, he’d be gone long enough for them to make a point. The bronze was another story. She had a feeling she knew who he looked to, though, so she wasn’t terribly worried. Arrogant? Perhaps; but thus far, the majority of their attack had gone unhindered. They were at the infirmary already, weren’t they? Picking out two people to go with her, she moved around the infirmary, approaching the steep incline that led to the dragon entrance. It was furthest away from the bronze, and therefore the best course as far as she was concerned. She didn’t want her face seen. She was memorable in her own way, and recognizable. She knew there was at least one Benden traitor in the infirmary, and she was betting they’d recognize her from description. Much better to let who was leading the group be the surprise; she could let the men be her proverbial stalking runners for the moment. Until they got inside, anyway… * * * * * * * * * * Ka’rys tilted his head up and brought his good hand over to pull Savitri closer as she leaned in to kiss him. There was definitely no denying the affection he held for her, but as she stepped away and spoke, his stomach flipped over again. Why did those words sound so final? He wanted very badly to pull her down and hug her, reassure her that everything was going to be all right. He didn’t. He just bowed his head slightly. The instinctive thing to do would’ve been to return her words… but in front of so many people, he couldn’t do it… and he also didn’t want to; if he said it, that meant that he really believed he’d never see Savitri again, and he couldn’t let his mind accept that. He couldn’t. They were going to make it out all right. He truly believed that. Wherhandler? -- Oh, right. Ka’rys turned to flash Crevy a grateful smile before nodding to Aliscia. “Good,” he said, and he meant it; if she’d blocked off the main windows already, that left the candidates a lot less work to do. His gaze followed Savitri for only a moment before he turned to look back at Aliscia. “You should probably be on the front door.” He thought she’d make a better guard than most. “Z’hin can’t guard the entrance on his own.” He thought she’d do a good job there; better to have someone with working hands than a mostly broken individual. He just hoped Z’hin didn’t get himself killed. Kalerary would never forgive him if he let anything happen to the brown rider. Kalerary. His eyes clenched closed and he forced his nerves to still. She’d be all right. She would. She’s flaming, Ciceroth informed Ka’rys from his perch, and the bronze swiveled his head around. In the darkness, he could not make out how many forms were circling, but -- They broke into groups, too. Smaller groups…Broken into groups. A split attack. Thanking Ciceroth silently (as his dragon relayed the location to Hero of where to go), Ka’rys propped himself up and then turned to look around. “They broke into groups, Ciceroth informs me, but he can’t see well enough to tell us how many are in each party.” Pausing, he turned to look toward E’rro. “Someone needs to cover the dragon entrance. I can’t stand, but I think I can probably help. Will you help me get over there?” Asking for help made him want to vomit; he was better than that, he knew. But there was nothing doing. If E’rro could get him to the door of the dragon entrance, he could sit down on one side and slash the backs of their knees as anyone entered - if anyone tried to come in that way. It was splitting up more than he liked, but he’d be damned if he sat by and did nothing. He was better than that.
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Post by Tashe on Apr 20, 2009 20:29:55 GMT -5
Absently, he watched as the window nearest him was sealed and blocked. Ironic that he should find himself fighting in an Infirmary, and against the people he had grown up around. A smile flickered across his face. He was almost looking forward to encountering his old acquaintances, it would make the fighting so much more of a challenge. Turning his attention back to the group, the Brownrider zoned in just in time to hear the Bronzerider begin delegating tasks.
As none of them concerned him in general, E'rro looked down at his medical bag. He had started carrying one around when the rash of poisonings started, but even when they started to dissipate he had continued to keep it with him. A safety measure, Ismaroth had told him one day, just in case he ran into anything that needed his help. Unclipping the flap, the Brownrider rooted through the contents, frowning as something hidden in the fabric pricked him. Retrieving what ever it was, E'rro redirected his attention momentarily back onto the others. So they split up... Ka'rys's voice broke his train of thought.
He wasn't particularly keen on the Bronzerider's idea, but on the other hand, he respected it at the same time. His Wingleader wasn't a fool, he knew the chances, but still... if the Bronzerider fell in battle it would leave him to guard the entrance alone. What the shards, it was a chance he was willing to take. "Yes, sir." Pinning on his knots for lack of a better place to put them, E'rro stepped over to Ka'rys's cot, extending his arm slightly for the Bronzerider to grab onto to pull himself up. He wasn't exactly relishing the idea of touching the man, but he'd suffer through what had to be done.
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So... tired. /Keep it up Gimine. You must save people because I cannot!/ Thanks... for the encouragement. Her Green had always had an odd way of complimenting and encouraging her, but over the time they had spent together, she had got the hang of distinguishing between a few things. Biting the inside of her lip, Gina continued to row, pulling them closer and closer to the island.
Moments passed and the small boat gave a jerk as it ran up against land, causing the Greenrider to instinctively leap out of the boat with a splash and pull it farther up the bank. Turning to give the island a sweep of her eyes, Gina fell backward into the water as she leapt in surprise. How the shards did she /not/ notice the fact there was a green Dragon and a wher beneath the tree. Realizing that the two were from Selenitas, partially since there /was/ a wher, she picked herself up unhappily. "W-we're Selenitas. Gina of Dasmonth and Wynmuri of... of uh... Jaxith? She's injured, and I'm here to help." She hoped she was right, Gina had never been too good with faces and Bonds. Skittering hastily back to the other Rider in her boat, the Greenrider pulled the other end of the boat closer to the shore, trying to make it easier for Wynmuri to exit the boat.
She had been trying to keep dry, but it seemed an impossible task, what with having fallen in and all. Making one las tug on the side of the boat, Gina offered her hand to the other Greenrider. "We'll work together to get up the steps, if they let us past of course." She said in partial jest. In fact, she wasn't quite sure if the two guards would let her past at all. The circling Green above the Infirmary was still oblivious to her.
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Post by dragon on Apr 21, 2009 0:27:14 GMT -5
Crevesk saw the two riders coming from the river long before anyone else did. It was her job, after all. And when they approached, wanting up the stairs and announcing themselves as Selenitas folk, Crevesk eyed them warily. She didn't know attackers from locals. And she did consider just eating them, to be sure. Hers was up top, after all.
But, as much as she hated to do it, she prodded the mind of the dragon nearby. Were they locals, or not?
Aonith twitched, at being prodded by a Wher-mind. She hadn't seen the two until they were nearly on top of her. Just as with the riders, she wasn't really equipped to see in the dark. They're local. Let them pass. Aonith muttered.
Grumbling discontentedly, Crevesk moved down off the stairs, allowing the riders to hobble past. Just as soon as they were high enough up, she resumed her previous location again. Darn. She'd wanted to eat someone...
And then she spotted the others. En masse, they were. Definitely sneaking around like they were attacking. And she relayed the clear images to hers. Time to know what to do. She also relayed them to the dragon nearby. That was a lot of people all creeping up on them...
Up in the infirmary, Crevy hurriedly put down the two children, and re opened the door. "Hey! Crevesk is seeing a lot of people, all coming this direction. They're not all together, though, and they appear to be carrying jars of something. Crevesk thinks it looks like they're getting ready to throw them!" She hissed, trying to be loud enough to be heard by the riders, but not loud enough to alert anyone outside. "Crevesk also says there are two friendlies, wounded, coming up the stairs! She can smell the blood on them." She added. And not having anything else to add, she waited just a moment and then retreated back inside. Gathering up the children once again, she found herself a seat as she hugged them close.
Ohhh, but this wasn't looking good.
Aonith twitched again, at being prodded. Wher-minds always left her feeling like ... like she'd been slimed. But she did appreciate the crystal clear images she received. She swung her head toward where the wher said the approaching people were. She still didn't see anything. But ... it was time to let some of that awful fire out of her gullet. But then she remembered that the entirety of the structure around her was wooden … fire would not be good. So she sat on the urge to belch forth the flame that was still burning at her insides. She waited… maybe they would come close enough to bite.
And then she could smell them. As well as the stench of something ... she couldn't identify it. But it didn't smell good.
And Crevesk still waited. GARR having a station! She wanted to get out there and chew on some people!!! Rip and rend and tear and bite ... she was drooling with the thought. Tangy, metalic taste of blood, she desired it so. It was not often she was allowed to bite into a human ... much less several. And she was impatient. But she held her ground anyway. Waiting. They would come to her, soon enough. Hopefully!!
For Dorava, Kali, Darya, and R'fuin, see thread in Rider Weyrs "Escape"
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Post by Requiem on Apr 21, 2009 3:50:54 GMT -5
Lust creeled softly, finally jerking out of his nearly catatonic state to shift positions, curling around Vanity and ducking his head beneath hers. So much terrible, terrible pain, and he'd let it happen. Left Hispet! No, it was their fault. The ones who stomped and did terrible, terrible things. He was king and he didn't do such terrible things! What right had they to touch what was his?! But he could do nothing at all because...he was not strong enough. Was not big enough. And now Hispet had gone dark. He only knew she was still there because, even in the darkness, the pain was there.
Make leak red lake, he muttered to himself, twitching. Lust 'firmary, Minepet... His hide had completely lost its luster, and he clung to his mate with desperation. Lust and Vanity 'firmary, no take. Never. All this pain the terrible ones must feel. This and more. But he didn't uncurl, needing the comfort of the small green. Greenqueen love, he crooned, gateful she would help him make the terribles pay. But he had to chide her, just the same, Safe, Greenqueen. Stay close Lust, no want stomped.
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The brown didn't rise to her bait. His greatest advantage was the darkness that concealed him, and announcing his presence with a roar was stupid. Jessereth coiled, reacting slow to the flames and feigning toward her, fading back toward the infirmary as the afterimage faded in lightened spots across the sky. Aerial battles were less physical skill and more a game of wits, which was why, perhaps, he'd done well enough up north with virtually no training.
He deliberately dulled his reaction time, whirling on a wingtip to trace her and performing no acrobatics of any kind. What she did or did not see was of little concern; he kept his assets close to the chest. At her distance she couldn't flame the infirmary, and though he was trailing her slightly in his smaller circles, Jessereth was in good position to intercept her if he had to. If he could Between he would have engaged her directly; that sort of battle was familiar and almost always went in his favor. This was different. She could Between. She could outrun and outmaneuver him. She could flame. That meant Jessereth couldn't be drawn out, lest he risk the infirmary before he could take her on.
And he would take her on at his first opportunity. One slip up, and he'd press her. But shards if he was going to act the weyrling and try to stay on her tail. She'd just outwing him, flame the infirmary and cavort off. Time was...for the moment...in his favor. Jessereth could remain in the air much longer than her. Not that he thought this would actually prove to be an asset; they'd be making their move any moment now.
Z'hin had come, not so much because he intended to guard the front entrance - though of course that's what he would end up doing, even if it hadn't been considered in the initial decision - as he wanted to keep an eye out so Jessereth could have two perspectives. This was more than just a little dangerous. But still he found himself glancing around, keeping tabs on the night that was in many ways too quiet. And...there. Figures. Stepping forward, he quickly waved Gina and Wynmuri inside. Jessereth had been following their path across the river until just recently, after all; Z'hin knew who they were.
He stalked back, as close to the entranceway as he could get and still have a decent view of the aerial game - at least when the dragons were on this side of the infirmary.
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Post by weaving on Apr 21, 2009 16:27:43 GMT -5
Lennae followed Savitri quickly as she went off in search of the flamethrower. She didn’t need to be asked twice, especially in a situation like this. She wasn’t one to question orders unless they were suicidal ones, but so far it sounded as though they still had their wits about them. It didn’t take long for Savitri to locate the flamethrower, and as she dragged it out, Lennae eyed the device critically. Oh what she wouldn’t give for a good sack of firestone right now. That thing looked far too heavy and clumsy to be of any good use. If she found herself outnumbered, it would only slow her down. Hopefully she’d be able to burn any attackers to a crisp before it came to that.
She watched carefully as the goldrider went about explaining things to her. Strap it on her back, flip the switch, press the button and fire. It sounded simple enough, though the weight of the pack worried her. Savitri and her were relatively the same size and if she was having problems then it didn’t bode well. Still, it was this or die, and so Lennae lifted the pack as soon as Savitri removed it, slipping both arms into the straps quickly. Hmm, it wasn’t too bad, though it would take her a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar weight on her back. “Thanks,” she said with a nod to the goldrider. She’d worry about turning it on once she was outside. No need to accidentally burn down the infirmary. That would simply be making Benden’s job easier.
As she made her way out to the landing, she tugged at her shirt, which had gotten bunched up rather uncomfortably underneath the flamethrower straps. That act reminded her that it wasn’t her shirt, but rather K’lir’s, which she had failed to ever return after the salamandyr hatching. She frowned, suddenly worried for the other greenrider. He wasn’t here and while he could have made it to the weyrling barracks, she found herself wondering if he’d even made it out of his weyr. Was he okay or was he hurt or even dead? No, a quick check-in with Amith told her that Calistoth was still alive which meant that at the very least, K’lir hadn’t died. Where he was, she wasn’t sure, and while she could have had Amith call out to Calistoth, it might prove a fatal distraction.
Hungry? Want food. She’d nearly forgotten about Brat hanging from her ear, having been so worried about the attack. “Not now Brat, but I promise that if we get out of this alive, I’ll let you eat whatever you want.” Satisfied with that answer, the gold trilled happily. It wasn’t food now, but she could wait for a while. If these bad people kept her waiting for too long though, they’d surely feel her wrath. No one was allowed to keep her from her food, especially when she was hungry, and boy, was she hungry.
Stepping out onto the landing, Lennae was immediately joined by Amith, who nosed hers lovingly. The green stayed close by her side as she moved further out toward the edge of the landing. Time to turn this thing on. Clasping the hose tightly between her arm and side, Lennae turned the nozzle upward while flipping the switch. Success. The contraption began vibrating, a sure sign that it was working. Lennae couldn’t help but smile. Now all she had to do was wait for that green to come close enough for her to get a decent flame in. Here greenie, greenie.
As she picked out the green form in the sky, she noted that she was not alone. A selenitas brown Jessereth was chasing her. Shards, that would simply make things more difficult. She’d rather not be the cause of Z’hin’s dragon’s death, thank you very much. Perhaps if she could get him to lure her close enough while evading the flame himself, she might have a shot, but that was dangerous. The green had the advantage of being able to go /between/, while he, riderless, did not. Shards, this was going to be difficult.
Amith, ask Jessereth if he thinks there’s any way he can lure that green close enough for me to flame her without getting hit himself.
Jessereth? Mine has a flamethrower. Is it possible to get the green close enough to flame? Without putting yourself in danger? Amith didn’t like this, not at all. She didn’t want anyone to die, not even the Benden riders who were trying to kill them. Why couldn’t they simply talk things out peacefully? Even the enemy deserved a chance, didn’t they?
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Post by Rei on Apr 21, 2009 18:46:36 GMT -5
Having finished the blockade of the windows Danar wiped the thin sheen of sweat from his brow. Tired he was not, the sweat was born of his nervous anticipation of the action soon to come. Nodding to his small group the candidate waved to the doorway. “Nice job. Let’s get a position near an entryway where we can help repel the invaders.”
As Danar strode down the hallway Hero popped back from between and chirped once before landing on his bonded’s shoulder keeping his wings partially unfurled. “They there little guy. You ready?” In response Hero puffed out a small lick of flame. “Hey watch it!” The candidate scolded. “The infirmary is flammable. Watch where your flaming ok?” The bronze whistled in response properly humbled. He just wanted to show his he could flame that’s all.
A moment later Danar froze as a voice echoed down the eerily silent hallway. “Hey! Crevesk is seeing a lot of people, all coming this direction.” The candidate didn’t wait for the rest of the message. It was already clear that the attack was beginning. Swiveling around he faced his small group examining them carefully. Four sets of serious eyes stared him back. “We need to split ourselves up. Virion and Kaelan come with me. We’ll help hold the dragon bay. The rest of you get to the front entrance and help bolster them!” Hero bugled as his finished punctuating the quiet with finality.
Danar spun on his heel and began to run, the two other boys charging after him drawing their weapons as they approached the doorway to the dragon bay. Danar sent a silent prayer to Faranth and stepped across the threshold. For better or worse he had dedicated himself to these people. Time to make good on those words. From his shoulder Hero sprung and began to circle the high ceiling. He would not let his down. Drawing his own belt knife, Danar’s eyes went to his bronze in a silent command, the flit dropping down to perch on a high rafter.
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Vanity crooned as her bronze ducked his head under hers and snuggled close to his quivering body. No take. Never take. Vanity stay Lust. No go. Stomp bad. She assured him wiggling closer and flicking her frill randomly.
His proximity kept her calm. A quick flash of pain from hers made her hiss. Mine? Mine leak red? A quick reassurance from Kaaoloth had her snuggling tighter to her mate. The green wanted oh so badly to bite something but she stayed where she was. Mauling could wait until her bronze was back to his nasty self.
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Post by Rowana on Apr 21, 2009 19:53:32 GMT -5
Wynmuri grudgingly let Gina help her out of the boat. She didn't like having to be helped anymore than she enjoyed the pain in her leg. But it would take her too long to get up the stares on her own, and they did not have time. She certainly couldn't blame the dragon and the wher for hesitating to let them in. They were both soaking wet and Wyn's wound oozed blood sluggishly. Still, whether by faces or names, they were recognized and allowed passage.
"It's Jarcith," Wyn muttered grumpily. She had to cut Gina some slack though. Not many people had her memory for faces, especially under these conditions. They hobbled gamely on, take the stairs one at a time. The pain and blood loss was started to make Wyn dizzy, but she wasn't going to let that get her down. As they entered the main room, Wyn could see that a crowd was already present, including Savitri and several other riders. Great. Just great. A gold rider where dozens of Bendan riders were about to about to invade.
"I hope you lot have a plan," Wyn barked in sharply. "Cause that lot out there ain't coming for klah and biscuits!"
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Post by glamourie on Apr 22, 2009 14:48:27 GMT -5
The groups separated. The first of them moved along the outside of the infirmary wall, carefully passing along the wooden planks. They kept it slow to avoid making the wood creak, though the sound of dragons screaming mostly drowned out any noise they could make. That first group came along the side of the main part of the infirmary, only to find the windows blocked off. Their leader glanced back at them and nodded his head slowly before leaning forward. The jar of chemicals was tilted into the space between the blockade and the window, spilling the mixture onto the floor. It was behind the blockade and dripped down the wall; only the most observant viewer would notice, thanks to the way that the window was blocked off… but it was effective nonetheless: the infirmary was made of wood, it wouldn’t take much to make the place burn down. The jar was emptied halfway into the window before the group crept forward, their footsteps light. They approached the dragon entrance, keeping their bodies close to the walls of the infirmary to prevent being seen too clearly by the dragons nearby. However, the group was quickly disrupted by a swipe of claws that raked the side of the infirmary. A flash of bronze hide glittered in their way and one of the women was slashed open along her chest. The other two ducked out of the way as quickly as they could and leapt down onto the landing platform that led into the dragon part of the Weyr. That put them in sight of a woman with a flamethrower, and the first bolted toward her, while the bluerider leading them turned and threw the jar of chemicals at the first thing in sight: the green dragon perched behind her. The jar was fragile enough that it shattered upon impact, and the chemicals were potent enough to damage dragon hide. The severity of the damage would depend very heavily, though, on how long the chemicals remained on her bare hide before being washed off. Water would do the trick nicely. Another of the groups circled around the opposite side. Like the first, they crept to the windows, but theirs were along the side of the dragon infirmary. With Ciceroth distracted by the first group, the leader (another man) poured half of his jar into one window, then moved down to another to repeat the process. Rian’s group followed suit, pouring the chemicals into the windows of the patient rooms - now all empty, save for the one without any windows at all. Once they were through, the group broke into two parts, the majority of them going toward the front to storm. Rian, on the other hand, moved with half of the people toward the dragon entrance. Time to get the show on the road! And then the dragons moved. For the first time since their arrival, Rian’s wing lifted off their spot on the cliff and circled into the air. They moved as one, with Haelstrath leading them, and then broke into sectors to sweep down toward the infirmary. There was no denying their numbers any longer; vastly did they outnumber the infirmary. Even those who had betweened because of their riders’ deaths did not cause the amount to diminish greatly. One dragon for each rider, and the beasts swept around, flying at alarming speeds with the intent of circling the infirmary. They couldn’t flame immediately… but Haelstrath intended to remove the dragons that were attacking Theirs. Until he was sure that his RianLove was out of the building he would not flame the tree, but that didn’t stop him from dealing with the others. Her helpers were in the air. That meant that the people on the ground were in the infirmary - or getting there. Uleath reacted quickly, sweeping down toward the building rather than staying in the air. Yes, she was aware of the brown on her tail, but no part of her intended to be an easy target. He was going to die regardless, and likely so was she, but she intended to take out a few as she went. So it was that she swept down toward the dragon landing platform and raked her claws across two of the individuals standing there; a journeywoman healer was literally thrown into the river bleeding from her chest while a bluerider was caught between her jaws and literally broken in half. Snarling, the green threw the broken woman in the direction of the green landed there. Maybe it was a suicidal move… but they certainly couldn’t ignore her any more! * * * * * * * * * * Ka’rys squinted at E’rro and placed the blade between his teeth for lack of a better place to put it. Then he took the offered arm and hopped on his good leg toward the dragon entrance of the infirmary. Once there, he slid along the wall of the infirmary and grasped the handle of the blade, before tilting his chin up to look at the brown rider. E’rro was young - very, very young. But he was Benden raised, and in some ways, Ka’rys viewed him as more skilled than the likes of S’lain. He’d faced real combat, so he had Ka’rys’s respect, even if it was begrudging. He’d never be fond of anyone from Benden, but he could respect them if needed, and he viewed his wing like a family. Part of why he was willing to take such a risk was because of that. He just… didn’t trust anyone else to do it. “I’m going to aim for the back of their knees. They’ll fall,” he explained, certain that was all he needed to say. His height put him at exactly the perfect angle to do that, sitting, and he was good enough with a blade that he wouldn’t miss. The unspoken instruction for E’rro to finish them off was obvious. Anyone crumbling down toward him would be easy to eliminate. It was a very disorganized plan, but better than anything else they had, and at least he’d be somewhat useful. What he didn’t tell E’rro was that Ciceroth was on the roof above them; if the brown rider was unaware of the dragon lurking just above his head, ready to swipe away the majority of their combatants. And there was Amith and Lennae on the platform. They would be mostly okay. Danar’s announcement made his stomach flip over. Large amounts indeed. The voice echoed enough for him to brace himself and grasp his knife. His mind launched into combat mode, and he curled his fingers around the end of the blade, ready to strike. His reflexes were good, even injured. While he couldn’t hold his own in fair hand-to-hand combat, he didn’t intend to fight fair; what were the odds of Benden suspecting someone sitting in the floor slashing at the backs of people’s knees? Slim to none, at least in the beginning. Once the shock factor wore off, he’d be in trouble, but -- he thought well on the fly, and there was no better way of dealing that he could see. Fight or die. That was the options, and Ka’rys was not ready to die. He had too much going for him. Dark brown eyes narrowed as the group of candidates came closer, and Ka’rys nodded politely to them before gesturing. “You three move ove--” His words were cut off by the acknowledgment of what Ciceroth saw. Widening his eyes, Ka’rys turned toward E’rro before saying, “They’re pouring something in through the windows, around the blockades. Something.” It didn’t take a genius to realize that it was probably some kind of accelerant. Which meant only one thing: they intended to burn the infirmary. His mind was already racing with the best possible escape route, but there wasn’t much they could do. He was immediately cut off from trying to explain by the presence of people running onto the landing platform, and his gaze flicked to E’rro. Hopefully the brown rider was ready because they weren’t going to get a second longer to prepare. That thought was emphasized by the green landing on the platform and one of the people running toward the entrance, directly toward them. [ Locations: - 2 people on the landing platform, one running toward Lennae, one running toward E’rro. - Uleath on dragon landing platform. - Large group of NPCs moving toward front door. - Rian’s group is moving toward the back door. - Dragons in the air; all of them circling toward the Infirmary.
PM me if any questions. God I hope I replied to everything that I could reply to. ]
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Post by weaving on Apr 22, 2009 20:05:24 GMT -5
It was Amith who sounded the alarm, turning Lennae’s focus from the skies to what was happening behind her. She turned just in time to see one of the attackers throwing something at her green and was barely able to contain her anger as Amith let out a cry of pain. It burns! Owww, mine, help! I hurt! She immediately pointed the nozzle toward the offending attacker, though quickly realized that whatever it was he’d thrown at her, it was probably flammable if it was hurting Amith. Chemicals and fire didn’t go together well last she’d checked. Into the river love. Hopefully that’ll help. Even if the water didn’t rinse the chemicals off of Amith’s hide, it would be a safer place for her than where she was presently.
And then she had no more time to worry about Amith. There was someone, an enemy no doubt, running toward her. She grabbed for a knife and threw it, catching him in the arm, though that by no means stopped him. Shards, if only she could flame him, but she was too close to the infirmary to risk it. That left her with one knife and little else. Gripping the nozzle of the flamethrower tightly, she was suddenly reminded of it’s presence. Flipping the switch on the pack, she quickly shut off the contraption before someone accidentally pressed the button and lit the whole place down and then gripped the hose more tightly. It would take impeccable timing, but if she could pull this off, it would make this battle that much easier.
She waited until the last moment to step out of the way of the oncoming rider, swinging the hose of the flamethrower up high, aiming for his head. One good blow to the head would be all it would take to knock him unconscious and throw him over the ledge. She never got to see whether the nozzle connected with his head however, the landing of Uleath distracting her thoroughly. The presence of the benden green alerted her to the fact that Amith had never left the landing platform. The small green was standing where she’d been when the chemical concoction had been thrown.
AMITH MOVE! GET IN THE WATER! It was too dark to tell the severity of the injuries, but as Lennae opened her connection with the green to yell, she could feel pain flooding through the link, causing her to curse loudly and fluently. At that moment the broken corpse of the bluerider caught the green in her side, seeming to snap her out of her daze and with a cry she crawled off of the landing and fell into the river with a splash. Lennae knew instinctively that Amith rested underneath the landing platform to hide and recuperate and she let out a shaky breath of relief. For the moment, her green was out of danger.
That taken care of, Lennae promptly ran, doing her best to stay out of reach of Uleath. She needed to get between the green and the infirmary so that when she flamed the sharding creature, she wouldn’t burn down what she was working so hard to protect. As she ran, she flicked the switch for the flamethrower back on. She didn’t want to waste any time once she reached a safe spot to flame. She just had to hope that she could run faster than the green could move. If Uleath managed to grab her, there would be absolutely nothing that she could do.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 22, 2009 20:47:06 GMT -5
Jessereth didn't really have any time to reply to Amith, which was probably just as well, given that he likely would have snarked at her. He had little patience for things that didn't make sense - such as bringing a flaming dragon close enough to the infirmary to set it on fire. That was the whole reason he was risking himself up here in the first place, after all.
As shadowy figures broke out over the landing below, momentarily distracting him, Jessereth instinctively widened his circling so he would have a better range of movement in case he was needed. But, after all the waiting, it seemed that everything was happening all at once. Numerous shadowy forms exploded from the nearby cliff, coming like a great roiling cloud as they blanketed the already dark night. Solid as Jessereth was, even he knew a few seconds of horror at the sight. So many...I'd hoped Hepaticath's was wrong. You need to take cover, Jess. No heroics. You wouldn't even slow them down. The brown huffed softly. Heroics? That was the place of HinMine, who risked himself stupidly. Still...You're not running; neither will I.
The distraction was enough that Jessereth nearly missed Uleath's dive, the brown swiping...and barely missing her as she sped past. With a growl, he flipped into a turn, taking a few extra seconds to gain altitude and find a better angle. With three dragons on the platform he didn't want to accidentally endanger the other tw- Wait. Amith had gone into the water. Taking that as his cue, the brown addressed Amith's sharply. I've got her. He hoped. His dive came in steep, leveling off just above the line of the platform with his wings folded tight to his sides, clawed limbs extended. Jessereth fully intended to bring the full power of his weight and momentum into Uleath and carry them both over into the river where he could finish her properly. So long as she didn't escape and the initial blow didn't kill her or her rider.
The river was safer than the air, though not by much. Maybe he'd luck out and go mostly unnoticed...or that portion of the river would be more difficult to navigate. But, as it was, his other options didn't really look any better, so he might as well get a kill.
Z'hin tried not to let nerves get to him, but it was a little difficult with all the dragons in the air and Jessereth...being Jessereth. He thought about telling Ka'rys what Hrorek had shown him, but thought that might just shake the bronzerider up more than necessary. Of course, he probably already knew; Liette and Ophelie were trailing Kalerary as well.
Right now, though, it was the riders he was certain were about to round the corner at any moment that had the majority - or at least half - of Z'hin's attention. That and he apparently had only a couple of candidates to back him up. Had all the others gone to the dragon entrance? Hate to burst your bubble, folks, but just me and a couple candidates are really not going to cut it. Probably even if I was fully healthy. Not that anyone was there to hear his complaints, and he wasn't about to voice them where the kids could hear; they were probably terrified enough as it was.
Z'hin shot them a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, drew the dagger from his waistband, and called back to the dragonrider he heard speaking from inside the infirmary. "Yes, but it won't work so well if I don't get some more hands out here!" That was probably an understatement. "Watch my back, boys," he added quietly. At least until he was cut down. Even injured, he'd guess he was still more useful running point than a couple of children who'd never seen the business end of a blade before. Just perfect.
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Good, Lust Vanity best, he crooned quietly. He was beginning to become more lively, but as soon as the sounds of battle started, he jerked upright, jostling his mate just a little. No, he hissed, tail twitching. Uglies want take, no let! He threw himself to the floor and scurried toward the sounds as fast as he could. Stay Lust, Greenqueen! Lust protect! he called back, though he didn't slow.
All those churning feet, though, made him think of the bluebrother getting stomped flat, and Lust immediately looked around, finding the loudleaderman seated on the ground. Perfect! He raced up the man's side and came to perch on his head. Quiet till Lust say, scare twitchdead, he told his mate as quietly as he could. Only a salamandyr could truly think they could give a Bendenite a coronary.
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Post by Rowana on Apr 22, 2009 21:13:24 GMT -5
Wyn stared around at the riders and healers. No one seemed to be answering her question. That couldn't be a good sign. A shout from behind her drew her attention. Wyn growled moodily. What fool plan was this?! With only one injured rider and candidates guarding the main door?! Wyn turned to Gina as she gingerly stood on her own. "Thanks. I can take care of myself from here." She hoped.
Wyn had to lean against the wall for support, but she made it down to Z'hin and stood shakily next to him. Her knife was out, already red with Bendan blood and thirsty for more. "I'm with you," she smiled wryly. For all the good she would be if she could barely stand. But she wasn't the type to sit around when there was work to be done. "Let's show these dung-suckers a thing or two, eh?"
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Post by Tashe on Apr 22, 2009 21:40:07 GMT -5
Supporting the weight Ka'rys placed on his arm, E'rro paced slowly forward with the hopping man, guiding the way to the Dragon entrance. Withdrawing from the Bronzerider when he could support himself on the wall, moving so that there was a pace or two between them. He was unaware of the Wingleader's eyes as they waited in the calm, his mind running through so many things at once it seemed to dull his senses for a mere moment. E'rro was brought back by Ka'rys, his mind clearing of everything that wasn't completely pertinent.
He nodded, the Brownrider understood the unsaid finish to the man's statement. Once they hit the ground, they would be as good as dead. E'rro fought dirty. He had no problem fighting in that way, he had been brought up and trained to swiftly overpower your opponent without mercy. Removing one of his knives from the sheath on his waist, the Brownrider habitually began to flip it back and forth, catching the handle and then the tip of the blade. He always got antsy before a fight, and he had a long time ago lost the reasoning as to whether it was in a good way or bad. It didn't matter much what he felt before hand, he only needed the ability shut out his more sensitive emotions while in combat. Being literally bred for battle had its advantages... Sometimes.
Turning to glance at his Wingleader, E'rro was mildly interested by the fact they had turned at the same time, their eyes locking. "So I was right..." He said in a reflective quiet tone. They had brought accelerators with them, probably a sister cocktail to what they had used on the Wherhandler barracks. The Brownrider's attention flicked out onto the landing, the Bendenites were figures running in the dark. Subtly his face changed, and as he moved fluidly into a position slightly behind the Bronzerider, the corners of his lips twisted upward in an odd sort of smile. The stage was set, but were his opponents ready to dance?
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Letting Wynmuri go as the Greenrider drew away from her, Gina glanced around before following the older rider. Clearing the entrance, the woman drew her knife, finally recognizing the source of the male voice. It was Z'hin. Oddly enough she was horribly happy to see the man, it now meant there was at least two people who's skills with a blade were better than her's. Moving around one of the Candidates, Gina took up a position behind the Brownrider, fiddling with the tip of her blade. "Looks like we made it just in time for the party."
This attack made her feel very much the same as how she had felt as a Weyrling in Benden's last attempt to take over. Hopefully, now that she was marginally better at welding a weapon, that she could actually make a difference rather having to depend on the others of her group. Biting her lower lip, Gina sent a wave of love to her Green. Neither of the females knew exactly how this battle would turn out.
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Post by kysseh on Apr 22, 2009 23:24:39 GMT -5
Aliscia heard the greenwherhandler’s call of warning just as she finished doing the best she could with the windows. Assigned to the front door, hmm? The greenrider did a quick check of herself, tightening her belt and making sure all of her clothing was securely fastened to her body. It couldn’t be too tight, of course. Too tight and it would restrict her movement, and every ounce of speed would be necessary to survive if it came down to man-on-man--or woman-on-man, as the case would be--combat. Aliscia was under no illusions of invincibility or great strength. She was good and in far better physical condition than she had been, but that would scarcely be enough to keep her alive. She needed to be fast, focused, and undistracted.
Shards, but she hoped that wherhandler had her kids in a safe place. She caught a brief glimpse of the young woman moving toward one of the inner, windowless rooms. Savitri would follow, she trusted. That had been the wingleader’s orders, and Savitri would want to put herself away from the violence, Aliscia knew well. Aliscia herself was now busy, and she managed to half-carry, half-drag the trunk of goodies she had collected toward the front entrance. That meant, of course, that she got to watch liquid pour around some of her attempts at window blockades. She paused, eyes widening. Oh, Faranth, One quick inhale confirmed her gut suspicion that the liquids were something flammable. They were going to cook them alive. But… no, not standing on the landing platform, though if that fool green in the air kept flaming, they would all go up sooner. She was unsure where that beast was now, and Tanith was too distracted by something to answer her. No matter. Aliscia knew she would get her first look at the Benden snots in… two Turns? Yes, two Turns sounded about right.
It wasn’t long enough.
“I’ve got your backs,” she growled out lowly to her fellow greenriders and… Z’hin, wasn’t it? “Anyone need an extra weapon?” She flipped open the lid on the trunk and gestured at the piles of little jars inside. She had snagged a few dozen of the innumerable jars that had been filling up cabinets all over the infirmary. “There’s numbweed in some of them, but… I’m sure there’s got to be something slightly more foul in the mix. Do try to avoid hitting me in the head with them.” That said, the greenrider drew both of her knives, her eyes taking on an intense predatory gleam. She wanted blood.
Savitri was less than keen on getting into the middle of a battle, and after passing over custody of the flamethrower, the goldrider nodded in return at Lennae. Hopefully, the greenrider was in slightly better physical shape than Savitri, a fact which mortified the goldrider. All that work to get in shape had been sabotaged by her unceasing appetite in recent times. She was going to need to bother Ka’rys to come swimming with her and-
She flicked a smile at the greenrider and then went back to the cabinets, piling supplies into her arms and then heading back toward the main room of the infirmary, trying to keep herself focused and not dwell on her overwhelming concern for the bronzerider. She slipped into the room that the wherhandler had hid herself and the twins in, carefully depositing the pile of healing supplies on the floor. One of the rods for bracing was long and thick enough that Savitri was confident she could use it as a weapon, and she slipped back out of the room to grab her healer’s bag before returning to the “safe” room and closing the door behind her. “Are they all right?” she inquired quietly of the wherhandler, filling her bag to the brim with supplies.
Reiscia and Silas were clinging desperately to the wherhandler. Being set down hadn’t greatly bothered Reiscia, but blind Silas was shaking a bit in fear. Now that they were both being held again, Silas had his little fists clinging to the poor wherhandler’s clothing, his little chin quivering with unspent tears. “Ma…” the little boy whispered softly, not responding when his sister gave a whimper. Reiscia was otherwise silent, renewing her efforts to chew on the wherhandler’s shirt.
Savitri was distracted for a moment by Shadow’s series of images, cringing her eyes shut at the reality. “They’ve hit Amith,” she whispered quietly. “She’s in the water. She’s all right, I hope.” Hepaticath?
Mine says there is a group moving toward the back; the white thing can not see how large. A large group is moving toward the front too. There are… many dragons in the air. Hepaticath relayed privately to the Selenitas dragons whose riders were trapped in the infirmary, as well as Aonith. She knew the green was outside… or had been. Tell Yours if you can.
((Sorry, y'all. Lots to catch up on.))
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Post by Rei on Apr 23, 2009 14:35:36 GMT -5
Danar froze as Ka’rys spoke. Go where? The bronze rider had stopped speaking and it didn’t take long to see why, all hell had broken loose. The green dragon who had been circling had decided to take that moment to land, Jessereth in hot pursuit. The candidate’s eyes where not for the dragon however. They where for the group of fighters breaking into a run towards them. Shards. The comment about the jars caused the lad to fling an unspoken command at Hero. Do not flame! If you do you will catch the infirmary on fire. Hold the flame until I say so.
The bronze leapt from his perch and gave a shrill screech diving at the nearest opponent and tangling himself into his hair, gouging slashes in the man’s scalp before rising to circle again. The bronze was careful not to get to close to the metal claws or the hands that reached out to try to grab him. He was not foolish if he got close he would die. So instead of attacking directly the bronze circled and looked for openings.
Danar held is ground and brandished the dagger waiting for the fighters to come to him. The candidate stayed in plain sight a few feet from the doorway where Ka’rys was propped. If the bronze rider could disable them as they came through he could finish them off, more than likely. The teamwork would probably only work for a few moments until they became wise to it but at least it would buy them a little time.
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The sounds of yelling caused Vanity to flinch as her mate leapt to his feet. No let, No let. She echoed the bronze, frill rising in a display of anger. As Lust leapt to the floor Vanity glided after, landing to sprint after him her small legs little more than a blur. Vanity stay Lust. She assured him keeping close behind him.
When Lust stopped the small green nearly collided with him, but she managed to stop in time by flaring her tiny wings and frill wide. As the bronze scurried towards Ka’rys she followed scrambling up his other side to perch on his shoulder. Placing her front feet against the side of Ka’rys ear she whispered to the bronze rider and her oh so wonderful mate.
Yes, Vanity quiet. Lust say, Vanity loud. She assured him flattening her frill and tensing for action. Soon they would bite and maul and drive these interlopers away from the infirmary. They would take back their kingdom.
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