Tashe
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"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Apr 24, 2008 22:34:27 GMT -5
F'rah
Who ever made sand ten times harder to maneuver in should be drawn and quartered, at least, that was what the Weyrlingmaster thought at this moment in time. The smell of burning, sweat, blood, and a numerous arrangement of other things assaulted his nose as the battles drew out in time. Not only that but the heat from the Fire and Sands made small runnels of sweat drip down his face, causing the Wingsecond to wipe his face free of it. Grunting loudly as T'nai's knife pierced his shoulder, F'rah snarled as he stumbled backward, the trickle of blood quickly started to stain his shirt. "We're not done yet!" Dropping to a crouch as the man stabbed at his chest, the Brownrider took the open exposure to launch his unhurt shoulder directly into T'nai's fleshy area under his ribs. The power behind the Weyrlingmaster's leap would in all likely hood, knock the man from his feet, and hopefully dislodging his dagger from his grasp.
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F'con
Smirking slightly as the man began to howl in pain, F'con quietly slouched into an defensive position. Although the snort that erupted quite loudly from his nasal cavity alerted the other man of what he thought of his "noble leader". "You my friend, are the fool. C'leon is nothing more than a savage cave crawler that will never compare to Fort... or Selenitas." Shifting his leg to catch the man's kick with his shin and calf in a simple side block, the Bluerider snaked his arm toward G'mor as the man's leg fell back to the floor. Slashing his blade with a heavy flick of his wrist, F'con quickly danced away from the Dragonrider once more, content to wait for another move by his opponent. That was his style; wait, defend, quick strike, repeat. Little energy is lost on his end, while his challenger expends a decent amount trying to get at him.
"C'leon is nothing. A mere speck on the intelligence chart when compared to the late D'loro... and S'rei of course."
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Sara & Gina
Involuntary shivers ran down their spines as the prospect of any of these tainted humans touching their bodies crossed their minds, but with that thought came a swell in their determination. Their knife skills were lacking in any true master like grace, but F'rah had taught all the willing Weyrlings where to stab so that the wound would cause the most damage. All they had to do was get a lucky shot in somewhere vital, to at least incapacitate the Benden Riders for a good amount of time.
Flicking her dagger into a better position as the men began to surround them, Saraina snarled and slashed at one of the men when they got to close to her part of the haphazard protective ring. "Scum. You're nothing better than a bunch of fungal encrusted murderers." Hissing again as she slashed at another man when he stepped in to close to her, Sara felt her dagger rip through the material of his shirt, whether or not she connected the metal to his flesh could only be a guess. She might consider more than half of the Weyrlings proper little snots that deserved scathing remarks, the Blueweyrling would not let these men touch any of the unprotected. They were hers to bully, not Bendens.
Baring her teeth in a despising snarl, Gina lifted her Dirk in a threatening manner... at least she was pretty sure it was threatening. If these men thought they could even think about touching the Weyrling girls, they were going to be sorely mistaken. Once they threatened the other girls, the Greenweyrling's hackles raised, increasing her hate toward the Bronzeriders. "We won't let you near our girls." Mimicking her friend and giving one of the other men a warning as they stepped in, Gina didn't chance glancing around at the other Selenitas riders who had come to help them. All she knew was that E'ri needed some serious medical attention soon, or his chances of dying would increase rapidly.
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(Kaegan is basically a rag doll right now.... cant do much with her right now.)
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Post by kysseh on Apr 25, 2008 0:29:27 GMT -5
((I'm going to attempt a sucky post. I apologize. Fear the awesome suckiness.))
Events unfolded in front of her so fast that Savitri found herself unable to respond initially, locked in the crowd and only capable of watching in horror as Shmee and Kaegan were flung atop the pyre. She struggled futilely to get through, her first instinct to follow the bronzeriders--at least, one of them was a Selenitas bronzerider; she could tell by the shoulderknots--to the pyre to pull the weyrwomen from the flames. The inability to get to the pyre gave her the time to rethink the plan, and it dawned on her fairly quickly that she should let the larger and physically stronger people do that particular job. They could save the weyrwomen from immediate danger but not from the dangers of burns; she lacked physical size and strength but was abundant in healing skill. She had only a few basic supplies in her shoulderbag, and she had no weapons with which to defend herself, but it was the only thing she could do.
She tracked the progress of the weyrwomen and their saviors with her eyes until she could fight free of the crowds and make for them. She ran, surprisingly quick despite her short legs, though she owed it to the stress of the moment. One of them--the bronzerider, she thought--was calling for a healer. Weyrling barracks? Would that be the safest place? She had heard murmurs that the dragons were all disabled and subdued somehow; wouldn't leading the fighting men there only result in a mass slaughter? Regardless, war was not her specialty. Healing was.
"I'm a healer!" she called to the group as she ran toward them, slightly out of breath but nowhere close to stopping, not while she could do something. The Hatching Grounds was turning into a battleground, and it was putting her back up. She hated fighting; it always ended in a great deal of patching up for her to do. "Apprentice only, but I've got some numbweed and bandages to help until we can get a Master out of that mess," she breathed out, shifting her bag over her shoulder and glancing back over her shoulder to hope she hadn't been followed. Savitri thought it unlikely that the Benden riders would follow one slightly overweight, vertically-challenged apprentice, but she had been wrong before. Occasionally... not that she liked to admit it.
K'von's first instinct had been to sink his teeth into the first Benden rider that strayed too close to him. The normally even-keeled brownrider was furious at their lack of respect for life, as well as their gall to bring their egotistical murderous tendencies here, to Selenitas, where he had just recently taken refuge. He hadn't yet been recognized, for which he was profoundly grateful. He wanted to help the weyrwomen and would have... until he saw the bronzeriders making for the weyrlings. He froze, his mind kindly bringing up the horrid memory of the green dragon falling from the sky and then winking between, she and her rider practically torn to shreds by another dragons teeth and claws. The thought of the weyrlings being massacred in such a manner spurred him to action.
Drawing the long knife from his boot, the knife that had helped to keep him alive for a Turn in the wild, the brownrider moved toward the bronzeriders advancing on the weyrlings. One of them had already been jumped by another rider, and that hadn't turned out well. It occurred to him, then, that this might not be the best idea in the world, but his lingering guilt from the airborne massacre of the previous Turn wouldn't allow him to stand by and just let the weyrlings be slaughtered by the larger and older riders. He increased his speed to a run and lowered one shoulder to charge for the nearest rider of those who were accosting the weyrlings, intending to simply flatten the man with sheer weight and momentum. Murdering bastards! he thought furiously, his thoughts echoed by a similarly enraged, albeit still subdued, Dohulth in the back of his mind.
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Post by neeuqtar on Apr 26, 2008 20:49:41 GMT -5
R'non jumped backwards, deflecting one knife and ducking the other, then snapping out a punch to C'leon's knee while the man was otherwise busy--multiple attackers helped that, certainly. But not for nothing had he ridden in the Wing full of bloodthirsty dragons, keeping an eye on both men and dragons for the slightest sign of restlessness. He knew how to fight--and so did Rath.
The dragon didn't bother with shrieking once the challenge had been made. He had both the upper altitude and flame, and he was ruthless in their use. If he failed, His would die. That was unacceptable, no matter how much it twisted at his loyalties to turn against Morsrath. As Morsrath attacked, Rath belched flame directly into the face of his assailant, flicking between to come out behind and above Morsrath, instants after the flame of his breath had died, with another great gout of flame.
Morsrath was faster, stronger... but Rath had flame, and desperation. Snarling silently, he whoosed upwards, a tiny trickle of flame escaping his maw as he unsheathed his talons. They were sharpened to needlepoints. A Benden dragon was always ready for battle...
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Post by Administrator on Apr 27, 2008 12:02:42 GMT -5
Shmee and Robika
Shmee felt someone else's hands on her, then heard Robika's voice. She coughed, but said nothing. She was from her weyrlinghood; they had classes together. The whole exchange between the riders around her went over her head, and she kept her eyes closed. Limply allowing herself to be carried, her head dropped back, her dirty, black locks swaying behind her. She rested one hand on her belly, desperate to know that her babe had been unaffected by the smoke and fire. Robika rubbed her friend's shoulder. "The babe is fine, Shmee," she told her softly as she helped support the woman as they moved towards the barracks. "Weyrling barracks sound fine," Robika told the other quickly, looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody was following them. "How's Kaegan doing?" she asked with a frown, moving her head to try to look to see how the junior weyrwoman fared. She would definitely need to see a healer, probably first thing. Shmee would be fine; she was still conscious and the babe didn't seem to be paining her, so they would both be fine. But Kaegan...
"Is there a healer around that could come with us?" she asked them. She didn't know many of the healers, nor how to get to them through the throng... But thankfully, another woman darted towards them. Nodding eagerly, she looked at K'nam. "Anyone right now with healing skills and supplies is someone we're grateful to have," she replied firmly. Continuing after the other riders, they left the Hatching Ground, with nobody after them, fortunately. The Benden riders were all too busy with fighting to heed C'leon's command. "Hold her for a moment," Robika murmured, letting go of Shmee to run to the large door that they entered the barracks through. It usually was always open, but just in case, she pulled it down behind them. The barracks quickly became dark, with only the glows keeping it lit. Screams continued to be heard, muted, from the Hatching Ground...
-- C'leon
C'leon grunted. "You have no place in this battle, bronzerider!" he hissed at A'noan, dodging the clumsy stabs easily. He got nicked once near his hairline, but it was nothing. The small trickle of blood could easily be patched up. He'd had much worse. Sending a quick stab at the man, he turned back to R'non. Unfortunately, during the time he'd spent trying to attack A'noan, R'non had seized the opportunity to punch his knees. He growled. He had trained R'non well, he supposed. Once a Benden rider, always a Benden rider. He quickly appealed to Morsrath. The Children's Wing was getting the coordinates and would soon get here. He smiled.
Morsrath, we'll go back and come up with a different plan. Call the bronzeriders to kill whoever they fight and get back to Benden, he instructed. The bronze passed the message along. He was loathe to leave this renegade bronze, but he could scar him so badly he wouldn't even even think to fly again...
The Children's Wing emerged from between, the weyrlings in it so small and fragile looking. Some of the weyrlings looked scared, and it was obvious that they were in the air long before they were old enough, at least at Selenitas. Yet they didn't want to be punished, so they would fight.
"Weyrlings, fight or I will take your dragons from you!" C'leon yelled at them. Wordlessly, the weyrling dragons flew to land their riders. C'leon would let the children fight, and the bronzeriders could rush back in the chaos.
Morsrath dove at Rath, simultaneously catching firestone in his claws that the weyrlings tossed to him. He tossed it into the air, and caught the stone in his mouth and chewed it even as he claws at Rath's face. He intended to blind this low bronze. He would claw the eyes out of Rath's face... Belching up flame at the same time, he focused that jet of flame into Rath's face...
-- T'nai
T'nai smirked as his blow hit true. He was going to have this man beg for his mother by the end of this fight. However, the man's move surprised him. The force was certainly enough to knock him over, and the dagger soared from his hand. Kicking at F'rah, he looked over his shoulder. "Weyrling!" he called.
Obediently, a young man of about sixteen turns rushed over. He bore weyrling knots, obviously of the Children's Wing. He had a hideous scar across his face that did not look natural. "Fight this man, do not let him live, or else I'll take your dragon in payment," he instructed, simultaneously trying to kick up. He would have to follow C'leon.
The weyrling drew his own dagger, and glared at F'rah. "Benden lives," he snarled, and aimed his dagger at the Weyrlingmaster. Hoping that this would distract F'rah, T'nai tried to dart away to get between. C'leon's orders were more important than killing a lowly brownrider.
-- G'mor
G'mor hissed as F'con caught his kick. Then, before he could register what had happened, the blade slashed across his stomach. He doubled over, the wound there weakening him almost immediately. It was a deep wound. This, and in addition to the wound on his bicep... He fell to his knees, his mind swimming. This, he knew, was an opening for kill, but he had no energy to move any way else...
-- Benden Bronzeriders on weyrlings, D'vin, E'ri
The man that Cezine jumped howled at the sudden attack. He felt her fingers plunge into his eyes, and he writhed and grabbed at her fingers. Yet, at the same time, the Children's Wing had come to assist the older riders. One, a young boy who couldn't be older than twelve turns, stared at Cezine. He knew they would kill his dragon if he just let this happen... He held his dagger, hesitant. He wasn't bred in the Weyr and had gotten his bronze against the wishes of the riders. He was being trained to kill, and had been forced to many times already so that he would get used to it. This time was no different. However, as he thought it other, Cezine's blinding had done it's work. The man howled agony, and the weyrling gritted his teeth, thrusting his dagger at Cezine's back.
The man that had fallen victim to R'fuin flaming branch didn't notice that his hair was burning until he felt it on his scalp. The smell, he assumed, was simply the pyre that was well ablaze by now. When the flames warmed his scalp, he screeched, thrown into a sudden frenzy. Desperately, he tried putting it out with his hands, but another person had come. D'vin sliced the burning man mercilessly. Looking up at R'fuin, he asked drolly, "Would you like a turn?" Her stabbed at the man's chest. His hatred for Benden was natural. After all, he was Fort-bred...
Darya was weakened for a moment, the man who attacked her was pleased to note. Immediately, he slammed a fist into her stomach, with hopefully enough force to knock her over. "This is what happens when weak little girls ride big fighting dragons," he said, almost scoldingly. "Alaid!" he called. One of the few female weyrlings was called over, and he intended to have her kill the insolent bluerider. He smirked. "Take your dagger and stab this woman," he commanded calmly. Alaid, a weyrling of only fifteen turns, looked back and forth from her commander to Darya. She hadn't been forced to kill before... She hesitated, and the man kicked at Darya's head. "Do it or I will make your death a living hell," he said with quiet coldness. Alaid stared down at Darya pleadingly.
The one K'von had chosen to attack, too, was about to jump Sk'ler when he was stopped. The attack knocked him completely off his feet, and he grunted, swinging his dagger up at K'von. Yet he needed to go report back to Benden. The Children's Wing could deal with this.
E'ri coughed from where he lay, moving a hand over his wound. It was bleeding profusely, and the red liquid covered his fingers. He... He couldn't leave his babes without parents. He gulped, tasting a metallic taste in his mouth. He needed to get up... and fight... Yet he hurt too much.
One man leaped at Saraina, angered that she had the nerve to defy him. Repeatedly stabbing at her with his dagger, he wouldn't be satisfied until she was dead. Girls had no place to speak to men that way. Gina was left unnoticed-- there other bronzeriders were too busy trying to dodge the violent firelizards. Others joined Sky and Topaz, following their example. Nocturne, who was angered by the attack on his rider, Zamora, Zanna, and Zirian, Emanor, Valentine... They would blind these riders.
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Post by ryanne on Apr 27, 2008 12:32:15 GMT -5
There's a voice in my head,[/i] Tekisith cooed, not even moving a single covering from his eyes. He was sleepy and tired and a bit loopy and whoever was in his head needed to get out. He didn't hesitate to tell whatever it was to go away, but they were persistent. He didn't like persistent right now. He wanted slleeeepppp right now. Miiiinnnnneeeee make it go away. They're babbling about hatching or sands or people or riders or Benden or or or or or...sleeeeeeppppp... Tekisith was giving a new definition to weird and I'mny quickly decided he didn't like it.
"Quiet, love, listen for a moment. Tell me what they're saying." The weyrling master knew better than to be harsh right now, something was wrong with his dragon and it had to do with Benden so he wasn't liking the outlook on the situation. Hopefully, though, he'd be able to coax what he was supposed to be doing out of his dragon. So far, it was going too well.
I don't know, Tekisith replied in a singsong voice. The voice just wouldn't go away. Maybe if he went to sleep, it'd stop. That sounded like a good idea. Sleepy time. And he was gone and that was it. There was no getting through to the blue now.
"Sharding dragon," I'mny cursed, throwing on a shirt and grabbing a belt knife. If Benden was out and about, he wanted to be prepared. Remembering, what his dragon said about the hatching sands, he headed there, quickening his pace when he saw smoke curling from the area. This was not good at all and it looked like he was quite late for whatever was going on.
Storming into the Stands, he immediately saw that he was right. Fighting was errupting everywhere, in the skies and on the sands. He could make out the tattered figures of their missing Weyrwoman and their Junior Weyrwoman. There were even a mass of fighting bronzeriders and, from the looks of it, Benden weyrlings had just arrived to distract them.
"Shard it all," he cursed again as a knife hurled past him, almost nicking his face. "Who threw that?" he questioned, approaching the mass of fighters in front of his. It appeared that people attacking the weyrlings, his weyrlings. "Damn it, fight someone your own age," he yelled, engaging the nearest rider who was trying to boss his weyrling into killing Darya. That was unacceptable. He just hoped that Darya could get up and engage the young woman who had been about to kill her or that the Benden weyrling would be too queasy to complete the job.
But he didn't have much time to worry about that, he had to focus on his own fight. Drawing his knife with his right hand, he punched out at the larger man with his left. Damn he wished he'd practiced with his knife more often.[/size]
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Apr 27, 2008 23:34:53 GMT -5
F'con
Slowly walking around the man, like a cat circling its wounded prey, the Bluerider grabbed a fist full of the Bronzer's hair before jerking his head back. Kneeling on the burning sand, F'con raised his dagger to the man's neck, pressing it in slightly. "So much for the Great Bronze Riders of Benden." Slowly applying force to the edge of his blade until a thin line of blood was drawn, the ex-fort rider smiled as he lowered his voice. "What is it we say... oh yes. Just another casualty of war... Fort and Selenitas will defeat your precious Weyr." Then without any warning, F'con pressed down hard and dragged his dagger across the man's throat. Spitting on the sand next to G'mor, the Bluerider tossed his hair before zeroing in on the Weyrlings fighting. Loping over to the expanding group, F'con launched himself at the man attacking his brother's charge, rolling away a few moments later with a small cut to his arm. Making sure he had some room between himself, the Weyrlings, and the man, the black clad man hissed unhappily. "Didn't your mother teach you its bad to hit girls."
---- Gina
Pandemonium erupted around her in a split moment of time, flitters had joined the fight, bringing the noise level even higher than it was. Glancing around to get her bearings, Gina gasped as she watched a man attack Saraina and began moving herself toward the two. Hesitating as she saw her friend somehow handling herself, the Senior Weyrling took account of the other scenarios around her. Deciding on her next action, Gina quickly darted over to the troubled Benden weyrling near Darya and grabbed her dagger arm exactly when I'mny attacked the Bronzerider. Giving the girl no time to move before she began speaking, the Greenweyrling almost pleaded with the girl as she pinned the other Girl's arms behind her back. "Shhh. Darling you could be free of Benden! Stay here and be free of those nasty men! You wont have anyone telling you to kill in cold blood! No one will ever hit you or punish you like these men! You can tell your Dragon to hide here!"
--- Saraina
If there were any high deities in the starlit heavens above, Saraina praised all of them for her ability to move fluidly like a dance. If it weren't for that, the Senior Blueweyrling would have been dead ages ago as the Bronzerider lept at her with his dagger. Parrying and dodging, Saraina took on a completely defensive front against the man, she knew she wouldn't last long enough otherwise. Dropping down to her knees to avoid a particularly nasty stab, the young woman quickly did a forward shoulder roll to dodge a downward thrust. Hopping to her feet a few seconds later, Sara turned just in time to bring her dagger up in a block. The pure power of the man slammed the hilt out of her hand, forcing the dagger to go spinning away into the chaos. Stunned, the Senior Weyrling threw herself to the side just in time to spin away from a lethal thrust. Although the dagger caught the side of her arm and she felt her skin slice into a deep gash. screaching in pain as she landed on the hard floor underneath her, Saraina was only just aware of F'con jumping the man attacking her.
(The others will come soon)
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Post by boober on Apr 28, 2008 11:14:27 GMT -5
A shriek tore through the air as Topaz and Sky pulled away from their opponents and swooped down on the boy at their bonded’s back. The firelizards screeched a warning to their humanpet even as they swarmed the youngling’s face viciously with claws and teeth. They cared not that he hadn’t even hit puberty yet, or that he’d shown hesitation; all the flitters cared for was that he had tried to harm their bonded, and they couldn’t, under any circumstance, permit that to happen or let that deed go unpunished. The warning shrieks and images that flashed into her mind from her frantic friends gave Cezine the warning she needed to release the man after she’d had the dubious pleasure of feeling his eyeballs pop beneath her thumbs. She shoved away from him just as the boy stabbed at her unprotected back. Too little, too late to avoid injury completely; the dagger sliced across her side and actually looked as if it might plunge into the man’s back instead. Fancy that.
But she wasted no time, whirling around and thrusting her foot out with all her might to catch the boy in the stomach and knock him away before darting back into the fray without even seeing how hard her blow had connected. Topaz and Sky followed her, their eyes whirling blood red. The boy was not the threat to theirs anymore, thus they left him to follow her and ensure her safety as much as they could. The wound in her side was soaking her shirt with blood, but in spite of this she hardly seemed to notice it as her body pumped adrenaline through her and she rushed toward the battle again. But something made her stop, some movement on the sand grabbing her attention and forcing her to look down. Eyebrows suddenly rose almost to her hairline as she realized it was E’ri. Immediately dropping to the blue rider’s side, her hands began yanking at her shirt, tearing shreds from the bottom which she shook out and wadded up to press against his wound and staunch the bleeding.
“Don’t move! You’ll make the bleeding worse.” She was a fine one to talk indeed, but her statement seemed to make the impression stronger that she didn’t even realize that she was injured herself, despite the bloodstain on the side of her now much shorter shirt. With the bottom gone from the garment, the deep gashes that had formed scars showed up vividly white against her tanned skin, seeming to glow in the eerie light from the pyre. But all of her attention was focused on E’ri and trying to keep him alive. For his children’s sake. With all the others around, Cezine felt that she would do more good here than in the fight. Even so, blood and much thicker things still dried on her thumbs where she’d popped the Benden rider’s eyes. Sky and Topaz flew around the two of them for a few turns before vanishing again. Cezine was too busy to wonder where they’d gone, or notice when they returned, but when they appeared from between, it was with little licks of flame flaring around their muzzles.
They weren’t the only flits in the battle; C’lryn’s usually shy and placid Darling was screaming through the air on golden wings, her eyes whirling a deep red that looked positively ominous against her glittering golden hide. Uttering a shriek of defiance, the little queen plunged low to rake her claws across one of the Benden rider’s scalp, there and gone before he could even react. This little gold was far too quick and nimble to be caught, whirling and swooping in the air with an agility that would make greens do a double-take. If he had been able to play the part of the casual observer, C’lryn would have beamed with pride at his little beauty’s prowess in the air, but there were far more pressing issues to deal with at the moment. Like the fact that there were suddenly Benden weyrlings flooding onto the Sands.
This just meant more people to be added to the dead and dying on their Sands. He fought the urge to shake his head; a place meant for birth and life was becoming a bloodbath. But there was no time to get philosophical. Sweeping an abandoned dagger off the ground with his foot, he flipped it into the air and caught it, hesitating briefly before throwing at one of the Benden weyrlings nearby, hoping his aim was true. It was hard to focus with all the movement, noise, and now the heat from the pyres.
A high, undulating battle cry erupted over the Hatching Grounds—a Benden cry. A slender, lithe form darted onto the grounds, swift and silent as a shadow. Aryna spun rapidly and sank one of her daggers into a Benden weyrling’s back, not missing a step as she whirled and continued running in the same direction, all within the blink of an eye. She was nearly a dragonlength away by the time the young man hit his knees. Born, raised, and trained at Benden, she was every inch the warrior, ruthless and unforgiving. Unfortunately for Benden, she wasn’t on their side anymore. She had been living peacefully at Selenitas for the last several Turns… but as she’d just proven, her skills had not languished in the least. Another weyrling went down in mid-charge, a dagger sprouting from his eye. They were outmatched if not outnumbered, and the juniors’ hesitation was giving the Selenitas fighters an upper hand. Maybe it wasn’t much, but it was more than enough for those who knew what to do with it. Aryna kept running, right into the heart of the battle.
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Post by randi on Apr 28, 2008 18:31:19 GMT -5
He listened to T'nmor, nodding slightly. The Weyrling Barracks would be best, being close and with a safe place to make a stand if it called for that. He had leapt into a fire for these women, and, if it came down to it, he was willing to risk everything. Though saving the Weyrwomen came first, he felt a small satisfaction in robbing C'leon of his triumph. The funeral pyre may have done them more harm than good, but the pair were still alive, and the fact that spiting his old Weyrleader felt better than saving their lives made him feel incredibly childish.
He heard someone else join their growing group and felt incredibly relieved that she was a Healer. That she was an apprentice meant very little; she was someone who could potentially help the two goldriders. He heard the greenrider from before speak, and took a moment to concentrate less on his running to glance down at Kaegan.
She was still unmoving, unawake, and that probably scared him more than the burns that he could see. "She's out. Breathing," he assured her, "but out." He checked his course before chancing another glance over his shoulder. Had they really not heard his orders? Relief flooded through him as he entered the barracks, waiting for T'nmor to show the way to his room. As darkness enveloped the group, he paused for a moment.
"Thank you all." He became aware of his own pains, but shoved them back for the moment. Faranth, he had been an idiot, but it had worked. There was a chance they weren't out of this yet, but he was grateful for their help so far. In the glowlight, he peered down at Kaegan again, wishing she would so much as twitch in his arms, just any sort of small hint that might enlighten him to her current state.
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Post by irbre on Apr 30, 2008 21:07:05 GMT -5
Shmee sagged slightly in T'nmor's hands when Robika released her grip and he struggled to shift her into a different one that was easier for him to handle. He finally managed to position her in the way he had been holding her prior, cradling her in his arms in what would have been considered an awkward position otherwise. At the moment T'nmor tended to hardly think of such a thing at all. There was too much at stake as it was to worry about such small, unimportant matters.
A Healer had arrived to join their ranks. That was, if anything, the greatest blessing they could receive. Well, that coupled with the fact that no one seemed to have heard C'leon's orders to attack them, or had chosen to ignore such orders and deal with whatever matter they had been handling at the time he had called out to them. More relief. Sighing, T'nmor allowed himself to relax, if only the slightest bit. He looked up in time to see K'nam's meaningful look and turned sharply, jogging away from the Sands and towards the Weyrling Barracks at as fast a pace as Shmee's added weight would allow.
He spared a worried glance over his shoulder. Neither Shmee nor Kaegan had awakened at this point, though that wasn't entirely unexpected, he supposed. Still, they were hardly in the best of shape, which meant that arriving in a relatively secure location as soon as possible was in all of their best interest. Weyrwomen, then those others who had been burned. He himself had no wounds that he was aware of and thusly felt to be in the best of condition. Yes, getting to safety was their first and highest priority.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 1, 2008 15:38:18 GMT -5
R’fuin smiled grimly as the bronzerider, possible one of those who had made his own weyrling years into a private slice of hell, tried to put out his burning hair. However when D’vin offered him a turn in what was essentially the torture of a man, even said man was the enemy and far from helpless, R’fuin shook his head and lashed out with a fist at the Benden rider’s skull, knocking the man out. ‘No thank you. Kill him or leave him but there are more important things to do than play with him.’ R’fuin turned and walked into the anarchy again, eyes peeled for another convenient target, though it seem Benden was in retreat
Darya registered the arrival of weyrlings, ones on dragons who seemed to her to be far too young to be flying between, then a fist slammed into her gut with enough force to bring her down to the burning sand curled around her pain. As she gasped for breath the bluerider heard the Bendenrider taunt her and order someone else. She looked up and caught the eyes of a weyrlingrider, then had to scramble sideways sharply to avoid a kick. Suddenly a laugh escaped Darya, a raven harsh breathless croak. ‘Does she ride gold then, or is she a little girl on a big fighting dragon?’ The woman threw the bronzerider’s words back in his face as she gathered herself. Then she leapt, going straight for the bronzerider’s throat with her long knives, ignoring the indecisive weyrling for the moment.
((other characters…eventually))
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Post by Administrator on May 7, 2008 5:28:59 GMT -5
((To speed things up, I'm going to let you guys all play your opponents. Just make sure to use only the ones you have been given, seeing as the rest are making their escape, and only kill if it is totally IC of your character. For example, if they have had little to no fighting experience, they prolly will not kill their Benden rider, even a weyrling. They will prolly mostly end up escaping, sad to say. ^^ If, for some reason, you have become attached to any of the weyrlings from Benden and want to adopt them, PM me.))
Shmee and Robika
Shmee groaned softly, and it ended with another cough. She heard the screams of terror from the Hatching Ground, so it couldn't be over, yet she was with good people. She was safe. It was an odd thought. Was her babe safe? Was S'rei safe? Where was he? Though her eyes were still squeezed shut, she opened her mouth, trying to speak. However, no words came out, instead, violent coughs wracked her frail body. She was so thirsty. Licking her chapped lips, little moisture soothed it from her tongue. She wanted to lie down, get some food, and drink a lot of water... And find out where S'rei was, and why he wasn't with her. Robika returned back to T'nmor, looking down at Shmee. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and her expression was unreadable.
"I'll go grab some water from the little kitchenette out in the lounge. T'nmor, can you go put Shmee on a bed somewhere and take care of her? K'nam, you too with Kaegan... Savitri, go with Kaegan first. I don't know if C'leon broke any of her bones or something," she finally said, the worry in her voice for both girls evident.
Darting out into the hall, she sprinted to the other end, where the lounge lay. Before getting the food, she quickly went to the windows, pulling the shades over the glass. She didn't want them to be noticed by Benden. Only then did she return to the water pump. Seizing a bucket, she plopped it under the faucet and began pumping as hard as she could. She needed to bring a bucket to Kaegan, then to Shmee. The world seemed to be in a standstill; people were still dying on the Hatching Ground, yet here she was, pumping water...
-- C'leon
"Morsrath!" C'leon shouted. The bronze heard the demand mentally. He had to obey C'leon. Unable to resist one last strike at Rath, he slashed at the bronze's multi-faceted eyes, and shot the last of his flame at his opponent's head. He wanted his claws to drip ichor. Darting between quickly, he was on the sand of the Hatching Ground. C'leon leapt up onto the bronze's back. "Back to Benden, everyone!" he hollered.
With that, Morsrath leapt up, winking between before anyone could stop them. Other of the bronzes followed in close suit, leaving behind the dead and the weyrlings.
-- Benden Attackers on Weyrlings
The man that I'mny had attacked recovered surprisingly quickly from the blow. Angry, he spun around, distracted from the weyrling girl in his charge. Drawing his dagger, he stabbed at I'mny's throat...
Alaid sobbed as Gina leaped up, and she wriggled desperately against the hold. "No, I can't, they'll torture me if I stay!" she replied hysterically. If she was a boy, she could've just been killed outright, but with girls, Benden loved ripping them apart, little at a time. If she lost this fight, her risk was huge...
Then Darya was up, and this was more than the man could handle. Growling, he aimed a hard kick between I'mny's legs, then turned quickly to have his blade meet Darya's. He was a good fighter at Benden-- this stupid woman would be eating her words.
-- E'ri
E'ri coughed as Cezine somehow came beside him. A little bit of blood trickled at the corner of his mouth, yet E'ri didn't notice. Looking over at Cezine almost sleepily, he made no response as she began shredding her shirt. She was bleeding, too... Also noticing the scars that stuck out from under her shirt, he made a mental note to inquire about them if he got out of this alive. "You're hurt," he coughed out, and he moved his hand from his own wound slowly, the blood-stained fingers pointing at Cezine's injury. Yet everything seemed to be fading for him-- how had she injured herself? It almost was as though his vision's sogginess made it look like a dream...
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Post by randi on May 19, 2008 18:34:17 GMT -5
Alaid continued to writhe against the hold of the other rider, watching as the fellows from their Weyr began to abandon them where they fought, leaving behind anyone too slow to take care of their buisness. She was trapped, and, if the 'weaker' Selenitas riders didn't kill them all, then returning home was just going back to hell. Yet, she struggled. A fate worse than death would be left if she stayed, she couldn't. She was such a coward...
Help me! She pleaded with Aorath, the young green close, so close, but the green didn't move, wouldn't move. The weyrling wondered if she'd been given an order to remain in place, but that didn't match up. As more riders vanished into the skies, her flailing became more rampant, the dagger clattering from her imprisoned hands. She didn't care now. She'd get in trouble for losing it, but she would be in so much more... AORATH! She pleaded frantically, but the dragon only watched her, shuffling her wings. Please...
No, the young dragon replied, stretching her wings almost lazily, as if she had all the time in the world. We're staying.
What? Alaid's useless flailing stopped, her gray eyes focusing on the dragon in a look of disbelief.
Mine doubts me? Alaidmine, you will be safe here. No more men hurting you, being mean. You will be safer here than anywhere else. That's why I picked it. Aorath made her first step, inching towards the mayhem around her bonded without getting too close.
Picked? Aorath nodded, a smug air creeping over their bond. But what about Mother? But what happens when they find out?!
Benden won't miss you. You'll be safe. Might as well give up, mine, because you aren't getting back without me taking you and I am not moving from this spot until you are done having a fit over staying here, where you'll be safe. Alaid gave one last struggle, sobbing quietly, but the dragon's resolve stayed. Her legs gave in, almost making her drop, though she managed to keep herself from dragging her and the other down. Sniffling, she looked down at the ground.
Cheerily, Aorath looked at the girl holding her prisoner. You can let her go; she's not going anywhere. We're staying! I am Aorath, and mine is Alaid.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on May 19, 2008 21:02:02 GMT -5
F'rah
Rolling in the sand to avoid the kick aimed at his chest, the Weyrlingmaster quickly found his feet./Weyrlings?! How could Benden even think of abusing these younglings!/ QUIET. I need to think so I don't have to kill the boy. Narrowing his eyes slightly as the young man with the scar pulled out a dagger, F'rah normally would have found the sight rather comical. He was almost twice as big as the weyrling, making the boy look like a dwarf in comparison to the Brownrider. "You don't want to fight me boy. The odds are stacked against you." /Don't kill him Rahmine./ Dont worry.
Watching as the boy darted forward, F'rah watched as the world slowed down to a crawl, each movement of his body and the boy's looked as if they were continuous slides of pictures. Side-stepping twice to the left, the weyrlingmaster removed his hand from his bleeding wound before lashing out and grabbing the boy's wrist. Using the Weyrling's momentum, F'rah pushed him into the wall before twisting his wrist until the boy dropped his dagger. Grabbing the boy by his hair, the weyrlingmaster grim inced as he hit the boy's head against the wall. Hard enough to knock him unconscious but hopefully gentle enough to not do anything serious. "Oh boy-o. I told you not to try." Hoisting the weyrling up and over his good shoulder, F'rah grunted under the strain of both the boy and his wounded shoulder. Slowly making his way over to his Weyrlings, who by some miraculous fate, seemed mostly okay.
Whistling up into the sands, the Wingsecond waited until a soot covered face popped out over the rail. "Anyone hurt up there? And how many Benden Children"
"We gots E'ri up here. He's hurtin' really bad an' only one, Gina gots her under control."
"Damn. Go and get a healer. Find one... but be careful!" Watching as the boy's head disappeared back behind the railing, F'rah grunted again as he shifted the unconscious Weyrling's body.
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F'con
It hadn't taken long to finish of the annoying rider, he was severely bad mannered in fighting etiquette, which frankly pissed the bluerider off even more. Wiping off his dagger's blade on his soiled shirt, F'con spit on the ground near the Benden rider's fallen body. "Could've at least taught y'all some proper fighting styles. Instead of that useless gorilla warfare." Shaking his face free of his sweat soaked hair, the man cracked his neck before sheathing his dagger and making his way over to Saraina. Pulling her up to her feet, F'con gave her a wink before moving to a high spot above and behind Darya's attacker. Fingering a rock as he watched the two go at it, the Bluerider took an opportune moment to toss the rock at the man's head. Hopping to distract the man long enough for the woman to strike. "Do all Benden riders flail dismally at fighting? Or is it just the Bronzeriders?"
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Gina
"No they wont. Look. Look at how our little Weyr challenged Benden. We won, and we will always win. You are safe here." Gina's dominant personality had kicked in and no matter how long the girl struggled, the Senior Weyrling would hold on to her like a vice grip. The girl seemed to be only a few years younger than herself, and yet older at the same time. The younger greenweyrling had possibly seen more violence than Gina could ever have seen, yet the fight within herself was still a flame, and the struggling proved that. Fear of loosing her life and her dragon's proved to Gina at least, that the girl was not a useless cause in trying to save.
You can let her go; she's not going anywhere. We're staying! I am Aorath, and mine is Alaid.
Blinking slightly as the Dragon's mind touched her's, Gina nodded to the young Green before loosening her grip, though she shifted her grasp to help support the girl rather than detain her. "Senior Weyrling Gina of Green Dasmonth." Absent mindedly stroking the girl's hair with her hand, the Selenitas Weyrling pulled slightly backward, trying to get the girl to follow her out of the dwindling fray and toward the railing a few feet away. "Don't you worry your pretty little head of Weyrling Aliad. We'll take good care of ya... Look there's Weyrlingmaster F'rah... oh? He seems to be carryin' someone... One of yours?"
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Saraina
Grabbing F'con's offered hand, Saraina grimly jumped to her feet before rolling her eyes at the Bluerider's wink. She had always thought that Brother liked fighting just a little to much, and this certainly gave her a little bit of a nudge in that same direction. "Lets go! Up the stares!" Literally picking up one of the younger Weyrlingboys and shoving him up the stares, making a point that she was not going to tolerate any misbehavior. The Weyrlings who weren't participating in defending the others needed to get out of the way. It would also give her a chance to take a tally of all of those who were injured, hopefully Cezine could patch him up, if only enough to stop the worst of his bleeding. "I SAID NOW."
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Kaegan
Th darkness was like a cradle, soft and gentle, it took away any pain that her body was in. It was only her and a glowing golden light in that darkness, but that golden light kept her from laying down and subconsciously giving into the pain and falling into an even deeper coma. /Kaegan, Kaegan, Kaegan. Oh Kaeeeganmiiiine. Don't you want to go an fly with me?/ No... no I'm to tired. /But Miiine pleaase? The weyrlingmaster is giving us some free time. You know he doesn't normally do that./ But... I want to sleep. Doesn't... a nice rest sound good to you? /Oh nooo. No mine no. I want to fly with you!/ Running a hand through her hair, the Queenweyrling harrumphed slightly as the golden light stopped moving and turned into a small bouncy Golden Dragnet. /Comecome! Leets gooo.../ Fine! Alright fine. But then can I go sleep? /Yesyesyesyes./ Placing a foot in the stirrup of her riding leathers, Kaegan hoisted herself up into the straps and gave her Golden Weyrling a pat. Lets go.
Her eyelids felt like they were lead curtains, but somehow she was able to open them, if only for a moment. The bright light of the real world hurt like hell. Groaning as her nerves began to pick up the pain of her burned and hurt extremities, the convulsions began to rack her body. Burned, beaten and battered, Kaegan could only be in a state of shock and delirium.
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Post by randi on May 21, 2008 22:08:14 GMT -5
As Gina helped keep her up, Alaid nodded, unable to feel at ease with the choice her dragon had made. Aorath always got her way, however, when it came to these things. Despite feeling assured in the green's judgement, she couldn't help but doubt her, her closest friend.
At Gina's question, she looked up, reaching up with a free'd arm to wipe the blurring tears from her eyes. As her vision cleared, she sniffled slightly, nodding. "He's E'rro of brown..." The name swam from memory, her overly stressed mind refusing to acquaint her fellow weyrling with a matching picture of a dragon.
Ismorath, Aorath informed the both of them. Alaid nodded, though she was still unsure, letting Gina lead her to the railing which she grasped with a child's iron grip. Biting her lip to keep from breaking back into sobs, she glanced towards the ground, trying to hide from the fighting around her.
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Post by neeuqtar on Jun 3, 2008 18:26:13 GMT -5
((Ummmkay. Don't have time to RP this verra moment, but Morsrath's claws left quad-slashes on the side of Rath's muzzle, but he didn't get hit by the flame.
Don't really know what's up with the rest, I'll just assume Uu'n blooded his blades and P'tol was a pansy, as per usual! ))
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