Ember
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T'san Iskierka Dy'shi Jazheera Ae'on Nephele Qaena K'dem Eikane
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Post by Ember on Feb 13, 2010 22:22:05 GMT -5
Iskierka listened to the alien voice of Salenth. She wasn't too pleased to get orders that way but she wasn't about to complain. They were finally getting orders to kill and that brought a brief flicker of approval from the Benden woman. She took up a similar position as Elysia and waited for the two riders to break into the main hall. She forced herself to ignore Ioth's pain for the moment. She'd tend the beast after they were both safe again but right now she needed to concentrate.
Ioth watched the three greens approach with no fear. His and Onyth's would get rid of two of them and this time both he and the green were ready for the last one. To both Salenth and Onyth he said, Understood. Figured Onyth gave him the side with claws. He wouldn't linger within reach long though. Once Onyth was upon the Fort green it wouldn't take long to inflict a mortal wound.
Iskierka didn't flinch when the two greenrider's entered the main hall. She saw Elysia grab the one closer to her so she went for the other one. She sunk one blade into the rider's back while the other one was aimed for his throat. That was one mongrel put down. She looked over at Elysia and saw her target down as well. Time to get out. She followed the greenrider's example and waited by the window until the other Benden woman was out.
Ioth followed after Onyth, feeling no sympathy for the two greens that had just disappeared. If they were going to attack another weyr they were deserving of whatever they got. He twisted unto his back as he approached the underside of the green and slashed at her stomach with his back legs as he passed. As he planned he did not linger. Flying backwards was harder with his injuries and he righted himself only just before crashing into the river.
I'm coming for you now, he informed his rider. He allowed Onyth to collect Hers first before he made his pass by the window. Jump...now! He felt his rider jump onto him and he allowed her to get a more sure hold of the straps before he picked up speed and brought them away from the main hall. Once he was sure they were a good distance away he landed on one of the river beaches to let Iskierka settle in her spot.
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Rowana
Hive Mind
Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on Feb 15, 2010 17:55:33 GMT -5
Chaoth continued his patient flight, keeping his gaze on the circling Fort brown. He wouldn't wait forever. Soon he would strike and when he did, Chaoth wanted to be ready. He was determined to fight for his friends, and for Aonith. If the smaller dragon would just come closer, he might have a chance. Salenth's words entered his mind, and thoughts of fighting were pushed aside. He hated the idea of fleeing, but he was willing to submit to the order. His back and side hurt as it was, so it would be wise to retreat while he could.
Understood, he agreed with a little relief. Did you hear, Merridan? Merridan was concentrating on holding onto Dorova and keeping them both out of the line of attack. She wanted to stay and fight as much as Chaoth did, but orders came first. I heard, give me a minute. Merridan held tight to Dorova's wrist and pulled her back into the kitchen and out of immediate danger. She had only recently learned how to take Chaoth between. Sending him without her was a whole new task.
"Watch the door," she whispered, hoping Dorova had enough sense left to comply. Mer closed her eyes, praying that no one jumped her while she was trying to focus. At least her weyr was a familiar place. It only took a few seconds to call the image to mind. Got it? Mer hoped this wouldn't take long, she felt vulnerable. Wait, Chaoth whispered. Selenth's signal came, just as the Fort brown charged him. Now! Chaoth flapped hard and betweened, the brown's jaws snapping on empty air. I am safe! he called from far away. Look to yourself and Aonith's!
Mer breathed a sigh of relief. At least her dragon was out of danger. One problem down, only a dozen more to go. "Time to go," she declared in a much brighter mood. She turned to the barrels they had set up before and silently hoped they would have enough time to get out. She snatched up a coal from the dying far, and lite the barrels with the red hot end. "Come on!" She dropped the coal and ran for the kitchen's back exit, pulling Dorova behind her. A mental call summoned Auran and Vikky to the air above them. Mer was grateful that even silly-minded Vikky knew when it was important to listen.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 21, 2010 19:32:06 GMT -5
Will. Obediently flinging himself onto a higher branch, Showoff bolted high above the Main Hall. He didn’t see any others, but the little salamandyr ran quickly (and with efficiency) to keep himself out of sight. No more uglies; he saw no more uglies. He’d keep looking, though.
Inside, K’lir kept his grip on the whip tight, his gaze flicking toward S’rei questioningly. Salenth’s instructions made his heart beat a little faster and he felt Baoth’s understanding. He reasoned with his own conscience that it was kill or be killed – if they didn’t kill the brownrider, he’d kill them. Still, it bothered him to kill someone – he couldn’t bring himself to feel okay with it. Were any of the other southerners having as much trouble as he was? There wasn’t time to check and see, because in the next moment, there was movement – movement that indicated the arrival of trouble that was signaled by shattering glass. His head lifted and he gripped onto the side of the whip as hard as he could before mentally touching on Baoth with his consent. Do what Salenth asked. He didn’t like it. He didn’t have any other choice, though, and doing something he didn’t like for the sake of safety was a lot smarter than dying. His stomach turned over, half from nervousness, half from the pain in his arm.
Baoth pulled, tightening the whip around P’lar’s neck until it was force enough to snap his neck – ending his life. K’lir let go of the whip in the next second and scrambled to his feet. Get out, Salenth had said, and K’lir intended to do just that. He scrambled to his feet and bolted toward his dragon, who reached out with her claws into the Main Hall. She couldn’t reach very far; it didn’t matter, though, because the greenrider came close enough and her own claws dug into his torso – impact wounds that were guaranteed to be fatal. At that exact moment, K’lir swung around the door, clinging to Baoth’s side to balance himself out. Blood stained her claws, his eyes went wide with horror, and she uncoiled, readying herself to be freed from the tree. She uncurled and K’lir moved to mount; his mind flashed to Showoff, commanding the salamandyr to return. What was he doing? They didn’t have time for Showoff to be running around!
Coming, coming, uglymine, coming! Showoff proclaimed, and immediately turned to bolt back toward His. He flung himself onto the roof top directly and scrambled to the side when something – movement – caught his eye. Dungheadmine, little stupid – little stupid. Big ugly Flyer’s little stupid.
What did he mean little stupid? K’lir turned his head to follow Showoff’s commentary and spotted – to his horror – a child climbing up the stairs toward the entrance of the Main Hall. Get away from here, Baoth. Now. It wasn’t a request, and though the green was begrudging, she flung herself off the tree appropriately and rose into the air. Quickly weaving, she soared toward the clifftops high above, her head turning back to make sure that Hers was okay. If he got into the water, he’d be fine, right? She hoped so. Her anxiety colored her eyes; she didn’t like going away from him but she wasn’t going to go against him when he sounded so completely sure of what he wanted from her.
Turning and bolting down the stairs, K’lir skidded to an abrupt halt and knelt down in front of the boy in question with a look of positive horror on his face. “You’re S’rei’s nephew, right? You shouldn’t be here it’s dangerous…”
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Feb 21, 2010 22:55:04 GMT -5
It all happened very swiftly. The dragons' cries followed the riders' deaths Between, in quick succession, ending with P'lar's brown and the green Ioth and Onyth managed to tear up between them. S'rei would thank Baoth later for the help with the greenrider - though, to be honest, the man was done for as soon as his dragon was torn to shreds, his half-drunken stumbling toward the hatchling and the wide-eyed emptyness to his face evidence enough of that. Only the brown who had been taunting Chaoth remained and, hardened fighters that the pair had to be, losing their entire wing in the span of a dozen breaths still managed to render them momentarily indecisive.
Noting at a glance that Baoth and K'lir were making their exit, he swung out the window, knocking loose a few remaining shards of glass. At a dive, around the tree, he told His, S'rei's jaw tightening. Tch. What, did the bronze think he was still in his early twenties? Even so, the jump was timed with the precision of many turns of practice, S'rei catching the straps with a grunt, loosening it enough to wrap his wrist in a loop before swinging his leg up and over the bronze's neck. All while the bronze banked sharply around the trunk of the tree, spraying water as the wings downstroked over the river. Baoth is clear. Good. Call them.
Chaoth's...cross the river and wait under cover on the bank. We go to collect Aonith. Do not look at the Main Hall, and do not let Aonith's look either. He landed near the green's fallen form, growling softly in his throat at the damage - though she was clearly still alive. Gathering this, a wingmember, in to his chest with his legs, he powered into the air, watching as the brown wheeled for the Main Hall, perhaps thinking there were survivors. Perhaps just too shocked to think. Salenth flew as smoothly as he was able toward the weyrs, hoping to avoid any other hostiles - but from the draconic screams, Ciceroth's and Ismaroth's wings were making short work of the group at the infirmary. He deposited Aonith on a high ledge until she could be moved to the infirmary, hoping that Chaoth's had listened well to his orders...
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The boy stared at the greenrider, recognizing him instantly but determined not to be stopped. His face was paler even than usual, the boy clinging to Lord, who was trembling violently and practically scrabbling to press himself closer to His. Miguel's eyes darted past K'lir frantically. "Daddy. I want...please...where's my Dad?" His eyes were swimming with tears, and he attempted to move past the greenrider. He remembered last time. He remembered his mom, and though Aliscia was nice, she wasn't the same. What would he do without Dad? And who could protect him from the evil men, then?
Salenth's dive went unnoticed in his distress, seeing K'lir only as a barrier, something preventing him from reaching his father. The popping sounds, however, did not go unnoticed. His eyes widened in fear, Lord's creels gaining in volume, and the boy buried his face into K'lir's stomach as the planks began to buck. Sounds like thunder rolled over each other, spraying burning wood and branches into the air, and then the explosion hit the accelerant and the whole Main Hall caught nearly at once, a brilliant flash lighting the sky before fire rolled through the hall, wave spilling over the previous like some sort of vicious parody of the ocean in a storm.
The flash consumed the last brownpair, distinegrating them instantly.
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Rowana
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Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on Feb 22, 2010 20:54:18 GMT -5
Merridan heard Salenth's call just as she and Dorova made it outside. This time it didn't faze her to hear another voice in her head besides Chaoth's. She was getting used to it now. Merridan? Chaoth called, he sounded worried. Do you want me to come get you?Mer winced. Her shoulders felt ached with heat and her there was a throb in her side. She knew neither of these were her pains, Chaoth was the one who hurt. No, Chaoth, stay there.[/color] She didn't want him going anywhere he might be in further danger. Will be fine.
Chaoth clearly wasn't happy to hear that, but Mer couldn't spare him another thought at the moment. She was too busy trying to cross the river as fast as humanly possible. "Don't look back," she said between breaths. "Salenth is getting Aonith, she'll be fine." I hope, Mer thought, but she wisely didn't say this out loud. They ducked into the shallows of the far bank just as the the Main Hall blew. Mer clung to Vikky, trying to keep her head tucked in her shirt. Auran was smart enough to listen when she told him to hide his head. Mer kept her other on Dorova's head, keeping both of them low. She thought they were far enough to avoid most of the blast, but she'd never blown up a building before. The temptation to look back and see was great, but she resisted. It was better to be able to see, after all.
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