Queen’s Wing Full flight Ezyzu and Gold Khamaith HP: 20/44 Status Effect:Painful 2/3 - x2 Damage, No XP 1. +1 Pain Resilience 2. Whoops 3. -15 HP / Painful 4. -- 5. [Negated XP Gain] Catch. -14 HP 6. +5 Hp! Still not cleared to leave 7. 8. 9. 10.
XP: Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 3 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 3 Luck: 3
Western Weyr had never looked more welcoming. Baihath, though a smaller, lithe white dragon, felt heavy with all of her injuries, though she was utmost careful while moving to deposit him at the Healer's Tent. Yet she would only haul her aching form mere feet away, sitting heavily as Ezyzu slowly lowered herself from Khamaith's straps -- and immediately fell.
Healers worked instantly at their wounds, sealing Khamaith's with salves as the extent of her rider's were seen to. Badly, but there was still a spark of fight left in them.
It didn't quite stop the blinding whites and greys, only interrupted by the flickers of loving purple, from flooding her eyes as her nose oh-so gently pressed against Baihath's. Soothing waves rolled off her, perhaps in a way to reassure herself as well as her Baihath, and both of their riders -- and whomever might be closest. You did so well, my sweetest dear. Rest now for me? So that we may both rise again to play this Game another day.
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8. Free space! Write whatever sort of healer's response you'd like, but know that ultimately, you're still not going anywhere. Not yet. Return Request Denied! Regain +5 HP but re-roll from the Healers Grid! You still haven't been given clearance to return!
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o'len and aleyath round two, roll 3/5
With O'len's Threadscore tended to as well as it could be at the moment, he was left to wait as his dragon was scrubbed down and numbed up.
Are you doing all right?
Hm? Yes! Hurts less.
I'm all right too.
Of course you are. I knew that.
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5-7. The healer looks at your wound and starts trying to patch you up. They're not being particularly gentle on you, but you can tell they're quite invested in making sure your wound (or your dragons) heals right! Unfortunately, that's going to take some time. Return Request Denied!Regain +5 HP but re-roll from the Healers Grid! You still haven't been given clearance to return!
Flame's Fury O'len of Brown Aleyath HP: 35/35 Status Effect: n/a XP:x Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 2 (+2) General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 3 Luck: 4
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"Queenrider Ezyzu, if you would please lay back down," Tristram said, surveying the wounded parties. It seemed there were several riders here in dire need. "Veikel, begin removing the excess wherhide." For the journeyman healer's part, he cleansed his hands and applied redwort. "Candidate, that redwort had better be here soon." Who had stuck him with this disaster of a helper?
"She's going to need numbweed after the redwort," he mused. "Hold still, please." This was most certainly going to hurt.
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Vosin/ Gold Killakeeth
Vosin leaned against the bulk of her dragon as she watched the setting up. She waved encouragement to her fellow wingriders who would being going up this time. Killakeeth, was mostly, asleep. She'd wake up when she was needed. Vosin listened to the speech and sighed softly to herself. The wings rose up and vanished. Now she waited.
Unfortunately, she didn't have to wait long. Vosin winced as dragons quickly returned. Shaft it was going to be bad this time. Killakeeth was instantly awake and sitting up. Her eyes darting among the dragons looking for those who needed soothing.
(Vosin/Killa are free to offer encouragement/help to anyone who needs it!)
Despite her calm appearance, she was worried. Her weyrmate would be flying this fall. She didn't want L'saen or Solouth to be injured. Rinis glanced towards their wing, but didn't bother them. They needed to focus on their job and she on hers. She was going to do her best to keep the healers supplied with all the bandages they could ever use. It would be like a little firelizard courier delivery. She surveyed the tables she would need to keep stocked.
Everything looked as prepared as she could make it without over-burdening the tables. Rinis took a look around and noticed Ty'bar talking with an other rider. She smiled, happy her friend had found someone for himself finally. All too quickly though, everything and everyone were ready. The speech was given and then the wings took to the air and vanished. Rinis shivered at the sudden silence.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Candidate Omurntas
Omurn wondered just how many shafting tables the healers wanted. It seemed like the whole weyr bowl was covered. He knew it wasn't really, but it felt like it was! He moved the last table into the position the healer indicated. Everything appeared to be set up. The last few tables were being filled with supplies.
All too quickly the time came to depart. Omurn watched as the speech was given, then the wings rose up. He was impressed at the display. Someday, maybe he would be among their number. For now he'd see what else he could do to help out. The rider had said everyone was needed. As silence settled about the bowl, he found someone to ask. As he waited though, dragons quickly returned. He hadn't expected that. Nor the pain which they and their riders were in. He stood by in case anyone needed something heavy.
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"I've got plenty of numbweed here already." Veikel almost always carried numbweed in his pouches, finding it ridiculously useful for bumps and bruises or anything else that needed numbing at random times. Maybe he should extend that to redwort, though at this rate he'd be a walking apothecary rather than a healer who liked to grow flowers. A clean and freshly sealed jar was offered out to the man, and then Veikel worked to clean his hands and start in.
A warm and compassionate smile was sent towards Ezyzu. "Let me know if you need anything I can help with, okay? I'm here in as much as I can be." He wasn't going to ask ridiculous things, or make vague promises to help. Instead he checked over her injuries and accessed where the clothing had been pressed into wounds; those bits were deftly removed while the healer attempted to keep steady. His head was swimming - was it from all the stuff or around him or something else? "Neither of you are as bad off as you're feeling though, trust me on that."
ER, they kind of were but you know what? It wasn't his job to make this kid and her barely a turn past gold feel like they were gonna die.
. The healers patch you and/or your dragon back with relative ease. They lather you in redwort, and actually make quick work of the wounds on hand. You May Return to Your Wing! If White return with +8 HP! If Green return with +12 HP total! If Blue return with +15 HP total! If Brown return with +18 HP total! If bronze return with +24 HP total! If Gold return with +28 HP total! Status Effect Removed!
Dropping from their wing, the green landed more roughly than she meant to in the sand of the bowl, burns and ichor dripping from her aching flesh. She'd promised Xela they'd return, however, and it was far too soon to worry Cortun.
It looks worse than it is,Cubath stated frankly, spreading her wings so she could be checked over while she nudged another healer off towards Xela instead.
Once they were given a proper look over, the two were sent on their way.
FLAME'S FURY Xela of Green Cubath HP: 10/26 + 12 Status Effect: Painful status for the next 3 turns. This will negate any XP gained, and cause double damage if the prompt includes damage (or has you roll for damage) (3/3) XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy:4 Pain Resilience: 4 [+2] Instinct: 4 Luck: 6
Flame's Fury Vennodren of green Nzambith First Wave Round 1 Hour 2 3/5 HP: 19/25 Status Effect:
XP: Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 +1 General Stamina: 4 +2 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 2 Luck: 2
The moment they landed healers swarmed them to help. Venn was fine and slid off Nzambith's back so they could remove the saddle to ensure none was under the leather. It took a bit but Nzambith was a champ, complaining little and only asking when they could return. Soon enough they got the harness back on and after Venn made sure Nzambith truly was okay, they jumped into the air and returned to the fight.
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Flame's Fury Wing First Wave: Round 2 J'lar of blue Loreleth HP: 23 - 4 = 19 - 12 = 7 Status Effect: 1. + 2 Flame Length 2. Missed Target 3. -4 HP // Strained Muscle 4. - 5 HP // Threadscore // Fatigue Effect 5. +2 Stamina Fatigued 6. +1 Luck Fatigue Effect - 0 XP 7. +2 Pain Resilience Fatigue Effect - 0 XP 8. +1 Flame Length 9. +1 Between Accuracy 10. - 12 HP / Immediate Healer Rolls / Needs Dunking
XP: Target Accuracy: 3 Flame Length: 4 +3 General Stamina: 2 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 +1 Pain Resilience: 3 Instinct: 3 Luck: 2
As soon as they appeared, J'lar was already scrambling to undo his straps. Loreleth screamed in alarm. Help him, help him! He bugled. There was no melody or song within his usual pretty voice. There was nothing but sheer panic and worry for His. Though the blue dragon was clearly weeping ichor down his shoulder an side, he had no thought to spare for himself but his rider.
As soon as Loreleth had touched down, J'lar practically fall off his dragon, scrambling for then nearest tank. "Water!" He barked, trying to wriggle out of his jacket, hoping to Faranth this wasn't going to be it. With death all but breathing down his neck, it occurred to him that he wasn't ready for it. Loreleth was still so young... And what about Breieteth? Or E'mel?
He heard a screech in his ear-- Harp was flying around madly. Yes, even the little firelizard, only a few sevendays old, would perish if he died. For the first time in a long time, J'lar realized very much that he desperately wanted to live.
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He's open for Healer interaction! He needs to be dunked... and then likely patched up. << Thread got'm pretty good. I can't do healer rolls until tomorrow though.
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Now that was how she should be treated! Minty crooned and tilted her chin up for scritches, most pleased. After a moment, she tapped Ezyzu’s fingers, grabbed the bag, and poofed away. No doubt the goldrider would be set upon after Threadfall for her promised reward.
Dhawsn saluted in return with two fingers to his temple. “‘Til later, Miss Wingsecond ma’am!” he said, more than happy to not have to explain himself.
The grin lingered for a few seconds before he let it drop and deflated with a sigh. He touched base with Minty. How were they? ...Good. Thanks, girl. I’ll give ya somethin’ special after. He snickered weakly after a moment. I’ll try n’ do better then Zy, yeah yeah!
He was already jogging to the kitchens when R’mor’s call went up, and it only made him move faster when he heard it. Dhawsn was always self-conscious of himself when in confined spaces, sucking his stomach in and thinking thin thoughts, and it was only more pronounced in high stress events like Threadfall. “Being early” didn’t really exist, but he liked to console himself with the idea that getting in and out with the first wave got him out of the way of everyone else somehow.
He was set to bucket duty and began hauling the largest containers he could of fresh water to the infirmary, exchanging them for empty and used ones on arrival. Dhawsn absorbed the tension in the air each time he ducked in, his thick brows knitting in silent worry until he could practically feel a cramp coming in. He was startled to catch glimpses of Khamaith and Baihath during one run to take dirty sheets, but he knew he couldn’t stop working to check on them. His broad hands white-clenched the sheets as he turned away and cleared the area, shaking the sweat dripping into his eyes.
Had it already been a candlemark? He swore it had only been ten minutes...Shaffit!
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“Sir yes sir!” “K’ia” grabbed a handful of firestone and fed it to Alzarth over a stream of well-intended if not obvious advice about how to handle the winds today, and did these straps seem tight to him was Dad just casually choking him or something, and yes this big wig was going to doublecheck that the firestone bag was secure and everything was shipshape! Dragonshape? Whatever! Not nervous! Just being super helpful!!
Karunia said once all was done, gently grabbing the brown by his jaw and kissing between his eye ridges. She whispered, “You keep your eyes open, okay? All goes well, I’ll get a promotion soon! So don’t let him be a dummy before then, got it?” She couldn’t imagine a world where K’on wasn’t there to see her graduate, and she damn well wasn’t going to try now just because of some silvery sky clumps.
She looked to her father, still cradling Alzarth’s head like a familiar toy. “You’re cleared to leave! I expect a full report, rider,” she barked with the authority given to her as Pre Junior Weyrling. “No slacking!”
Of course, the posturing wouldn’t last long. She caved barely seconds later and hugged K’on tight.
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Staying busy was easy, and in the midst of chaos, Karunia found a rhythm. She wasn’t a dancer, but there were patterns she could appreciate in step and direction taken, and she couldn’t help but hum to herself as she worked refreshing resources in one place or another. At one point she paused to catch her breath and fix her ponytail, checking the skies as she did. K’on and Alzarth were in the lower altitude first, but they were pinpricks among so many others in the distance...And it was looking rough overall.
She blinked when someone addressed her, only half catching what they said. “Wha-? Oh, yeah, sorta.” Karunia tightened the ponytail again and then picked up her basket of torn clothes to dispose of, huffing. She had two to worry about and tapped the second one next to her with her toe. “Grab that please, Zier, and follow me!”
She didn’t wait and hustled right out of the tent to dump the shreds with the rest, eager to be rid of them. The smell of sweat, blood, ichor, and death was nauseating.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 7:43 pm
These were tense moments. Working swiftly, Tristram got the goldrider to a point where he believed that she was stable. "Veikel, stem the bleeding. She's got a deep scoring to contend with, but it doesn't look life threatening. Keep her steady." Another healer came up to assist, and he recognized the other at once - a specialist, someone who outranked him. Probably best, under the circumstances.
For indeed, there was another who needed tending. Striding swiftly over to J'lar's side, he took the man in hand and dunked him right into the water. Seconds could mean life or death - "Candidate, where is my redwort?" For the love of all that was precious and dear, why was he forever stuck with such abysmal help?
With strong arms, he lifted the bluerider up out of the water. "Breathe." Once he was certain that the man had taken a deep breath, it was back under the water with him. "Again!" It was an order, shaffit. Back up, back out of the water... and there it was. The thread stopped squirming, sliding uselessly into the water tank. "I need that redwort now. And numbweed."
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He heard a commotion among the healers. Omurn turned his head as he focused on the sound of a healer in need of assistance. He moved quickly for a man so short, scooping the required redwort and numbweed from a nearby table. The candidate proffered both to the healer. "Redwort first?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:09 pm
o'len and aleyath round two, roll 4/5
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5-7. The healer looks at your wound and starts trying to patch you up. They're not being particularly gentle on you, but you can tell they're quite invested in making sure your wound (or your dragons) heals right! Unfortunately, that's going to take some time. Return Request Denied!Regain +5 HP but re-roll from the Healers Grid! You still haven't been given clearance to return!
(( HP is full, leaving anyway boiks ))
Flame's Fury O'len of Brown Aleyath HP: 35/35 Status Effect: n/a XP:x Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 2 (+2) General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 3 Luck: 4
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Flame's Fury D'ein of Bronze Haezeth HP: 16 Status Effect:Painful XP: Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 10 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
Round 1: Day 1: Roll 1:+2 Pain Resilience Roll 2:-3 HP Roll 3:-6 HP Roll 4:+2 Pain Resilience Roll 5:Flame Length +1
Day 2: Roll 1:-6 HP Roll 2:+2 Pain Resilience Roll 3:-8 HP + Painful Roll 4:-6 HP + -6 HP Roll 5:+5 HP - Return Denied
Upon arrival into the Bowl, it was no wonder that dragon healers came running, two, three, maybe more that D'ein wasn't focusing on as he unstrapped himself and slid from his bronze. With so many wounds, they weren't going back up any time soon and he had to have the healers look him over as well. This always takes too long when our wing is in danger...
I am worried about them, but you're my first priority. D'ein offered as he let the healers look him over, eyes still on his dragon in concern.
Queen’s Wing Full flight Ezyzu and Gold Khamaith HP: 44/44 Status Effect: 1. +1 Pain Resilience 2. Whoops 3. -15 HP / Painful 4. -- 5. [Negated XP Gain] Catch. -14 HP 6. +5 Hp! Still not cleared to leave 7. +35 HP 8. 9. 10.
XP: Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 3 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 3 Luck: 3
Pain. Pain. Ezyzu had thought she knew pain, but never had anything in her life hurt quite the same as this. She focuses on Tristram, complying to his wishes and staying as still as she can so he and Veikel could work. But Veikel's comment had her laughing, if just rusty and exhausted. The action was immediately regrettable, as pain bloomed in her chest. Ow. "Well, that's good. I feel awful."
But Tristram moved onto more patients, and she could only lay as still as she could through the pain, gritting her teeth until it lessened. A dull roar, but a much more manageable one.
Getting the all-clear, Ezyzu carefully swung herself into a righted position, taking more care to stand slowly to avoid collapsing once more. Khamaith slowly extracted herself from her mate's side, almost pained to do so with a softer parting word as they mounted up and headed back into the fray.
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9-10. You're in luck! The wound isn't as bad as first feared. They're able to see to you almost immediately, and are able to quickly get you patched up and on your way. Their wounds absolutely suck, but the Weyrhealers are effective and quite efficient! You May Return to Your Wing! +35 HP for Bronzes and Golds! Status Effect Removed!
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His small frame slid easily from her back, though he had enough awareness to land on his chest so as to not wound his rider. Alya's scrapes and tiny scores were nothing compared to the damage Baihath had suffered--his side had been rent open, having taken two major scorings. She all but threw herself from her straps, choking out her dragon's name even as she tried to pull his head into her lap.
Ow. He murmured almost sleepily, his eyes a odd mixture of grey-blue. Everything hurt, but in a hazy sort of way--easy enough to ignore. His Alya's face was wet. Was she sad that they couldn't keep playing? He'd always play for her. He struggled, trying to get his limbs under him so he could stand, but they didn't seem to want to work right. "No!" She cried, squeezing his head tightly as though that would be able to keep him still. "No, Bai, you have to hold still. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She wept against him, unable to look at those eyes that swirled with love for her even now.
The purple deepened as he slowly realized that Khamaith was speaking to him. Beautiful, lovely Khamaith. Did I...? I'm sorry I can't go play with you more... I wanted you to see how strong I could be. Even breathing hurt, but it almost felt like he was flying. With an effort, he struggled to lift his head so he could press his snout against hers. I'll always play for you too, myKha...
And then she was moving away, her comforting warmth and presence returning to the Game without him. The white exhaled, a slow, ragged breath and let his eyes close.
"Hold on, Bai," Alya whispered, pressing kisses against him, her voice breaking on the last word. "Please."
