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TawnyAngel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:13 pm
[HP: 59 - 6 = 53] Brumath observed as he reappeared, F'itz had no answer to that, but he did know that today's fall was not expected to be light. They would be in the air some time yet, he suspected. He hoped they could do this... and where was Ceta? He didn't have the time to look around for Halith, and didn't want to have Brumath speak to her for fear of distracting the pair. He would just have to trust that his friend was alright for the time being, but that was easier said than done.
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magnadearel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:15 pm
Wykla/ Blue Kameth (Storm Riders Wingrider)
HP: 45
Agility: +1
Report in Kameth. The teen worked quickly and in no time the pair was joining the wing. She checked the dragon had enough firestone in his belly. Spotting Z'fer she gave a quick wave as if her dragon hadn't just reported in.
The blue moved with dignity to join his wing. His eyes whirled reddish, and he flared his wings. Calonoth, I and Mine are ready. Of course the bronze already knew that. His insisted that he verbally report in. In no time they were in the air. Exactly where he felt he belonged. Several other dragons gave roars, but not him. He would save it for thread. His eyes spotted thread spiraling below them.
With a wordless warning for the girl on his back, the blue folded his wings and dropped like a stone. In the same instant he flamed and opened his wings to avoid the burning mess.
Thread Remaining: 18 - 6 = 12
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magnadearel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 9
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:23 pm
F’law/ Blue Zurith (Dawn Fliers Wingrider)
HP: 45
Agility: +1
Why had Zurith ever picked a rider who hated open sky? He felt he’d never know. But he didn’t have time to worry about that. The same said dragon was sitting with his eyes flicking across the sky and his nostrils flaring; when he wasn’t chewing firestone. F’law gave the dark blue one last piece and climbed into his place. The dragon tended to watch out for them both in the sky, and he was willing to trust him.
Zurith hissed as his rider climbed up and took his position in the wing. His was ready. He was ready. They would fight together. He gave a small burp of flame as a test as they got into the air. His rider actually had his eyes open at that moment and inquired about the flame. All is well.
And it was. They would face Thread and sear it from the skies. It fell, he flamed along with so many other dragons. Thread burned.
Thread Remaining: 12 - 10 = 2
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TawnyAngel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:25 pm
[Kleos and Moriath
Agility: +1
HP: 63/77
+5 to burn]
Moriath replied to Canaloth, It would be better if he were a crimson of course, or even a silver, but all the other wingleaders were bronzes and being one of her own Weyr made him the best of the bunch in her eyes.
A last mighty jet of flame burned away a great swathe of Thread before the crimson dragon, and she found herself flying in clean air. she called to all Dauntless riders,
[Thread remaining: 2 - 12 = 0
Wave 1 down!
Next wave incoming soon!]
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TawnyAngel rolled 20 20-sided dice:
9, 3, 13, 4, 8, 15, 4, 16, 19, 16, 11, 1, 17, 18, 8, 13, 12, 2, 12, 9
Total: 210 (20-400)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 5:13 pm
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TawnyAngel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:11 pm
[F'itz & Brumath Agility: +2 HP: 53/60] After only a brief pause a new curtain of silver approached them and Brumath rumbled deep in his chest. F'itz replied, tossing more firestone to his bondmate.
Crunching and swallowing the rock Brumath let out a jet of flame, taking out a little of the new leading edge of the silver menace.
[Thread remaining: 210 - 5 = 205]
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:23 pm
Z'fer & Calanoth // Burn Post
Z'fer and Calanoth took the break between waves to restock their firestone, both in sacks and in Cal's stomach. Calanoth looked over his shoulder to check their wing. ~ Good job Riders! If you need tending go now. If not we will do a check after this next wave. You all know the drill!~ He'd keep an eye on them but he could trust his riders to know when they needed healing or rest.
~ Tell them first shift of greens and blues will cycle out after this wave. Second shift will fly till first shift returns. If any need out before then tell me and we'll accommodate them if we can. ~
Calanoth relayed the message as the silvery curtain fell towards them again.
HP: 67
Agi: -3
Burn: +5
Thread Burned: 1+5=6
Thread Remaining: 205-6=199
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:27 pm
Z'fer & Calanoth // Damage Post
Z'fer's ears rang with the enormous bronze's scream of pain. A patch had caught them from behind as they sailed into the wave of Thread before them. As they came out of between Z'fer whipped around and his mouth dropped open at the sight of the raw patch of flesh between his dragon's wings. Green ichor ran in rivulets down Calanoth's back, forced straight back by the wind through which they flew. ~ Cal! Do you need to go back?~ He laid a concerned hand on the warm hide of the dragon's neck.
Calanoth stared forward resolutely even though his greying eyes betrayed his pain. ~ I can still fly. I will still fight!~
Z'fer could feel the phantom pain between his own shoulderblades but accepted Calanoth's choice. Any more such injuries and they'd have to turn back though. He wouldn't risk his or his dragon's life anymore than he had to. He had a reason to return from a Fall now...
Dmg: 8+3=11
HP: 67-11=56
Agi: -3
Burn: +5
Thread Remaining: 199
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Kyrieko rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:34 pm
Dezima and Microth {Dawn Fliers Wingrider}
Agility: +2
Damage: --
HP: 36
The green pair took the small time alotted to them allowed them a small chance for to breathe. And allow Dezi to check over Microth. She knew her lifemate had been hit, and after a little directing from Microth herself, Dezi let out a sigh of relief. I told you it wasn't that bad. Microth rumbled, spreading her wings wide to glide.
Mine and I are still ready to fight. The Green informed those of her Wing, and anyone nearby.
"Here comes the second wave." Dezima breathed, gripping her riding straps tightly. "C'mon, Mi! Let's do this." Giving her dragon a fond pat quickly, the pair spiraled up as Microth targeted a clump of thread.
[Thread Remaining: 195 ]
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Kyrieko rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:39 pm
Dezima and Microth {Dawn Fliers Wingrider}
Agility: +2
Damage: 5 - 2 = 3
HP: 36 - 3 = 33
They had successfully singed the clump as Microth twisted and dove before pulling back up and searching for her next target. Winging towards it, Dezima's curse and shout of, "LEFT!" had the Green tucking her wings in quickly to avoid the thread. But she dove right beside some, her legs feeling the burn. It was the matter of a second, Microth jumping between.
Don't worry, it's not bad. We'll just be more careful. Microth quickly reassured Hers. Eyes up, mine.
[Thread Remaining: 195 ]
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magnadearel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:45 pm
S’kor/ Bronze Scarath (Gale Stalkers Wingsecond)
HP: 62
Agility: -4
The first wave had been intense. S’kor wiped sweat from his brow. It had been intense work to keep himself and his dragon free of Thread. Together though rider and dragon had both their hides for the first wave unscathed. He was pleased and slapped the great bronze neck before him. Well done my friend.
He crooned at His. A little more firestone Mine? In the break between waves he took the time to fill his belly again. The dragon took a glance behind him at his wing mates. He rumbled encouragingly before the next wave began to fall. Look sharp Gale Stalkers.
Thread Burned: 195 - 2 = 193
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magnadearel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:49 pm
S’kor/ Bronze Scarath (Gale Stalkers Wingsecond)
HP: 62 - 9 = 53
Agility: -4
Damage: 5 + 4= 9
He spotted a clump and directed the male to sear it. The Thread went up in a burst of flame. A shadow over head gave him barely a second's worning. Scarath! Dodge!
The dragon squealed in pain as Thread seared his back. Scarath jumped between for a long moment, then returned. I will be fine Mine. He winced in pain as each wingbeat flared the pain.
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magnadearel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:00 pm
Optheli/ Green Dynith (Gale Stalkers Wingrider)
HP: 35
Agility: +2
She patted the green neck affectionately. Well done. We’re doing fine. Do you need to rest? For now the green felt in her wind. She glanced at some of the other dragons in the air around her. The wing was flying good she thought.
Dynith hummed softly. She spotted the next wave coming and warned her rider. It returns Mine. The green beat her wings to rise upward. She came under a clump and unleashed her flames. Mine Scarath has been hurt. Dynith worried relayed to her rider, knowing the bronze's reappearance would worry and be so proud.
Thread Burned: 193 - 4 = 189
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magnadearel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:09 pm
Optheli/ Green Dynith (Gale Stalkers Wingrider)
HP: 35 - 2 = 33
Agility: +2
Damage: 4 - 2 = 2
A tiny strand of Thread wrapped itself around Dynith's wingtip, making the green squeal as she popped between. She returned to the soothing words of her rider. It is only a small one, she assured bravely.
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Meepfur rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:26 pm
Set'al and Pipith
Agility +2
HP: 61/65
Thread Burned: 1
Remaining Thread=188
Here we go again, Pip. Keep your eyes open, Set'al cautioned as he tossed the bronze more firestone to chew. Tail still alright?
It was barely ever not alright, so let it be already, Pipith replied gruffly, targeting a clump of thread and breathing out a ribbon of flame. Just as he did so, however, he spotted a second clump in his peripheral vision, and was forced to swoop out of its path to avoid being hit. His flame barely touched his target.
Honestly, what was there to worry about? Getting more scars? He didn't understand the fuss.
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