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 Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:39 am
Ra'jon eyed the table in front of him with certain satisfaction, it looked welcoming right? Several skins of good southern wine hung off one of the corners with various cups stacked ready on the table top, good quality stuff as well but it had not stung his pocket as heavily as it should. Sometimes it paid to be a tavern owners son. Other than the wine the table was set up with a simple board for dice. The table was large and a generous number of seats had been set around the gaming area as he was hoping for a decent turn out.
I highly doubt they are going to fall for this my rider. You should just hit them until they tell you everything.
Hah, that's your solution to everything. R'jon replied to the bronze with his usual tone of constant bemusement.
It's usually your's as well. The bronze replied with a huff.
Well, the great leathery beast had got him there. Well I'm sorry to say my lovely beastie but we agreed to behave when we came on this trip we promised Ai and her gold Zamnateth.
The bronze paused falling silent for a moment "My golden light and bloodied star of strength would agree with me I am sure He replied but he didn't press the issue after that.
Ra'jon let out a gruff bark of laughter and looked over his preparations again, sometimes he couldn't believe his great prideful brute of a dragon had a dragon sized crush on the weyrwomen's gold, when he first chased her she had given him a great scar across the left side of his face that had bled and bled, he had been smitten ever since. Lord save his poor rider he'd even gone poetic as demonstrated by his previous statement. The more violent she was towards him the more he professed to admire her strength and the more he tried to follow her round like a love sick weyrling. It was embarrassing really.
For Ra'jon's part he knew he had been brought along for muscle and he accepted that but he wanted to try and do more. He was built like a brick wall, roughly six foot in height, almost equally wide and all muscle. On top of that he was covered in thick curls of reddish brown hair the majority of which was hanging from his chin in the most glorious beard pern had ever had the pleasure to witness (and he would continue to believe that until someone showed him otherwise). His pride had grown out to half way down his chest thick and full and just starting to show the barest flecks of grey amongst the reddish mass.
So in his efforts to do more than his appearance would suggest he had set up a gamblers evening of wine and betting since it had been his experience that information flowed almost more freely in a relaxed atmosphere with a little alcohol as lubrication. He'd put the word about through Ulfriskth that everyone was welcome, including the older weyrlings, although they would be kept from the wine.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:57 am
"Heard there was wine and gambling" said Jamarin cheerfully, sauntering right up with his everpresent smile, "Didn't want to miss it."
Entirely true. He'd heard a rumor of a rumor that one of the watchriders had set up a dice night with wine. Good southern wine, he'd heard, not the swill you get here.
Was he going to miss out on wine that happened when he was off duty? Nope!
"Hope ya don't mind if I join ya?" he said, sitting in a chair.
Also he was supposed to clean out the house he lived in with his sisters. He'd be glad to miss it. First, it was a thankless task because, well, it was his sisters. Second, They were filthy with their dogs and their makeup and... okay, he was equally at fault there. Either way, cleaning would be a miserable pain. Third, he just didn't shaffing want to. He was tired from his rounds and had agreed to get those two harpies to stop nagging him.
Jamisk loped in behind his handler. He was a bit tired, but not much. Especially when he saw a person he hadn't met before! And a dragon! Yay! New People! New people gave skritches and skritches were nice! The long, smooth, somewhat plump blue wher changed course, looking at the watchrider with big eyes.
Ohhhh but Jamarin had told him not to talk to dragonriders! He was a good wher!
So instead he made his 'stupid face' as Jamarin's sister's called it, his tongue lolling out like a canine, eyes whirling with friendliness.
Jamarin kept an eye on them both. Now, how would this one respond?
Also, was he even welcome? Who cared? Jamarin liked the feeling of being where he was not welcome.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:45 am
Ugh. Where was that shaffing brother of theirs?
Jkaita and Jannai had gotten off duty, brushed the tangles out of the fur of their prize scary mutts, dropped them off at their kennels, fed them, watered them, and gone home.
Jamarin, lazy s**t that he was, was supposed to be there. Cleaning. He was off duty now, he'd been off duty for an hour. The sister's knew that.
"Well he ain't in his room" growled Jkaita, kicking at a discarded wineskin. Whose wineskin it was, she couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. Their home was filthy, and their brother was supposed to help them clean it.
"Probably off slacking somewheres." said Jannai, at the entrance looking out. This was stupid. They'd been doing just fine while he was gone. Ever since he had come back with that Wher of his, things had gone downhill. Her plans had been interfered with. He should have DIED that day. It wasn't even sibling rivalry that made her think that. He should have. He was supposed to. He'd said so. But no. Two turns later, he comes back, like nothing had ever happened, and procedes to INTERFERE. It was so annoying.
"Well, he ain't getting away with it this time!" Jkaita felt a moment of Envy towards Jannai. Her sister just looked good. Was it because she was younger, or was she simply better? Oh, Jkaita knew that the little brat at least thought so! She wasn't. For all her stupid plots, Jannai was just a brat.
"Lets go after him, then. I heard a rumor? Games and wine. Some watchrider's doing it, probably in his qaurters."
"Oh yeah?"
"How much do you want to bet he's there?"
"You're on! I'm betting he's not there, just to throw us off, the stinking jackass."
Jannai smiled
"We'll see." The two sisters turned off their glows and made their way from their quarters.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 9:44 am
Blyte was reveling in his freedom, and when he heard that one of the watchriders was holding an evening of fun, well, it was certainly right up his alley. Sure, he couldn't drink, but he didn't think that they had been told to avoid gambling as well, and surely he couldn't get in trouble for attending something held by one of the watch.
He'd just have to make sure to not do anything that might get him into trouble. Easy enough, and if things did start to go wrong, well, he could leave. He was sure that nobody would stop him, especially if Voc was starting to get upset. Or if he was starting to get frustrated either. He was not going to fight, especially not when it would be Vociferoth that paid for it.
He headed off, to where this thing was being held, the grey following behind him. He hadn't managed to convince him to stay behind, and, well, it wasn't like Voc was a full sized dragon, or even one of the larger hatchlings.
"Hiya!" There were already several people there, an older watchrider, and one of the wher handlers complete with wher. "Hope it's alright that Vociferoth and I came."
Vociferoth stared at the wher. He hadn't met a wher before, and he had been slightly curious about them, especially since Blyte had made a comment about him being slightly more like a wher than a dragon. There was no fear in the grey dragon's eyes, just curiosity, but he kept close to Blyte's side, sitting next to him once the boy had flopped down in one of the many chairs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 11:22 am
oooo! Ooooo! it was a dragon!
Jamisk's eyes whirled with excitement. It was a tiny dragon! Did dragons get tiny? He hadn't realized!
The wher, distracted by the very new thing, loped over.
he said to Vociferoth, tail waving. Since it was tiny maybe it would be fun!
Jamarin send through their bond.
"Mind if I pour m'self a glass?" he said, gesturing to the wineskins.
Huh. Jamisk hadn't seen a hatchling dragon before, now that Jamarin had thought about it. He scrutinized the pair.
Bright puce yellow clothes.
So. Prisoner Weyrling, then? So he had heard, and who else would have a baby dragon in this hellhole? A not prisoner weyrling. he offered to himself helpfully. Yes. But they didn't have to wear unflattering colors unless they wanted to.
"Don't worry about 'im" he said finally, gesturing to the long guileless blue wher. "He's a friendly one."
He was staring pretty obviously at the dragon through his smile. What an odd color of blue! And so small. He'd thought Suuyeth was small, all those turns ago, but this blue was even... smaller...
Wait.
That wasn't blue. That was grey.
Well well well. One of those odd colors he'd heard about. The hatching was on everybody's lips nowadays. It hadn't been hard to catch gossip about it.
You leave for two turns, and suddenly everything happens he said thoughtfully, finding a glass and, without waiting, pouring himself a cup.
"Guard Jamarin, by the way" he said, perfectly happy to introduce himself and keep the name J'min from slipping from anybody's lips, should they ask someone who had known him from before who the strange smiling guard was.
"And that attention-whoring sweetheart there is Jamisk." he said, a bit affectionately.
"What about you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 2:39 pm
The wher was larger than him, but that was nothing surprising. Everyone was bigger than he was at the moment. Hello. he responded to the wher, watching him warily.
Blyte placed a hand on the hatchlings head, to reassure the young grey.
Blyte smiled. "That's good to know." He couldn't blame the wherhandler for staring, even if Voci had been a normal color, he still would be unusual just for his size. It didn't seem to be effecting his health any, though perhaps he should talk to the dragonhealers just to be sure. "I'm Blyte, and my grey is Vociferoth, and yes, I am one of the prisoner weyrlings." You know, just in case the yellow hadn't given it away.
Play nice.
If he does. The grey still wasn't sure if he should trust the wher around his, but as long as the blue didn't do anything, he wouldn't do anything either.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:54 am
Ra'jon lifted his head as his first guest and gambler arrived, he greeted him with a grin through the bristles of his beard and motioned to a seat. "Welcome, take a seat, ya the first one to arrive. You heard right. Gambling and drink a darn sight better than the runner piss you drink here. Ya poor bastards really have been stuck here too long if you can call that wine." He mused before breaking into a rumbled laughter that sounded something akin to a small earthquake.
When the weyr bounded up to him the watch rider gave him an affable pat on the head, unfortunately it was unlikely to be to pleasant for the blue as the affection was delivered with neck cracking force. It was well meant but Ra'jon forgot his own strength sometimes and the fact that patting a chubby blue weyr and a full grown bronze were very different things didn't seem to enter into his calculations.
Speaking of Bronze dragons Ulfrisk had gone quite, listening in via his rider but ignoring the wher. He barely tolerated other male dragons and lesser creatures such as wher's, runners and wherries were treated as non-entities unless they proved a threat or represented food they were not even worthy of his acknowledgement. As for his bonded the bronze gave a dismissive snort.
"This one looks fairly useless my rider, his beard isn't even that big"
The bronze had picked up on many of his riders fly away thoughts and options over the years and adapted him over in his own strange logic, forming a new ideas. And now he had much less chance of finding a man worthy challenge for his rider unless they were sporting full on face ferret. Ra'jon found the whole thing very amusing so he hadn't discouraged the dragons line of thinking.
Their next player of the evening was considerably more interesting (sorry Jamarin). The intrigue generated by the small grey dragon trotting in at his side. "Of course you're welcome, and your little dragon to. So this is one of the new colours I've been hearing about." He mused looking over the pair. "Cute little thing. Smaller than I imagined though but he looks healthy enough."
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 5:25 pm
The teen grinned happily at Ra'jon when he said that they were more than welcome to be here, and then at his interest in Voc. "The rest of the clutch is more normal sized." he responded. "His egg was buried in the sand, so that might be why he's a bit smaller."
In fact, now that he thought about it, that might exactly be the reason Voc was smaller than the rest.
Smarter though, the dragon added. Blyte smiled down at the hatchling, and then looked back at Ra'jon. "I have to admit, I never imagined a watchmember holding a thing like this."
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 7:33 am
The heavy handfalls may have been the reason that Jamisk had switched from the bronzerider to the little dragon so quickly. It wasn't that he wasn't bred to handle some concussive knocks, mining wher and all that, but it wasn't the same as cuddling.
Also, the little dragon had said hi back, and for some reason Jamisk felt very very happy about that.
he asked, waving his tail and moving into a playful posture. He hoped the answer was yes. Oooooh! Wait. He looked at his handler, uncertain for a moment.
Jamarin knew all about dragons.
How could Jamarin say no to that pleading note in his bonded wher's thoughtspeak? It was hard to say no to Jamisk, though he often had to. Jamisk really had no idea what was good for him. Or either of them.
YAY!
The blue wher turned back to Vociferoth
"Nice to meet ya, Blyte, Vociferoth? I'd say these are pretty good circumstances ta meet someone, eh?"
His grey, huh. Okay.
Jamarin didn't mind the attention shifting off of him. He was happiest in the periphery anyway. And Mister Blyte the prisoner/Greyrider was very interesting.
He took an experimental sip of the wine in his cup and made an appreciative noise.
"Whoa, yeah. Good stuff." mmm. It felt good. Compared to this, runner piss was a very good word for the crap they drunk.
Concentrated, extra awful runner piss.
"You should have..." he began towards Blyte, then stopped himself. Right. Weyrling. Weyrlings got the same rules everywhere, even when it was a pain in the a**. Or did they? Eh. He might as well check. Good thing to know.
"You ain't allowed to have drinks like this, are ya?" he said sympathetically. He wondered if the watchrider (probably an arrogant b*****d, but hey gambling, the guy had to be sort of okay) had even thought about that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:17 am
G'len was just lying down to rest in his quarters when, came his dragon's sweet, sing-songish voice in his head.
G'len rolled over and looked up. <You'll have to be more specific, love.> he told her.
Absinth said, nudging him with her nose for him to get up. Before G'len even had a chance to open his mouth to argue (which he knew better than to do, by now, anyway), Absinth insisted. Her voice was not demanding, or angry, but it was urgent and stated with complete certainty that this was what they were going to do and therefore any questions he had on the matter were nothing more than boring wastes of time that were delaying her fun. <Now.> she said.
So, with a laugh and a sigh, G'len yielded and let Absinth lead him blindly to whatever it was that she had deemed interesting. She might have given him an indication, at least, of what he was getting himself into, but he'd come to expect this kind of thing from her. In some ways, it was even fun.
When Absinth stopped giving him directions, G'len stopped and poked his head around the corner. "Ah.. hello." he said. he asked Absinth, unsurely.
G'len looked around. Dice board, wine skins, cosy atmosphere... Alright.. He could get on board with this!
Since he had no doubt that Absinth would invite herself (and him!) where she was not welcome, G'len could only hope this little event was open to everyone, or that he could somehow charm and bluff his way in if not. Luckily, he had brought his guitar (slung around his back where it usually rested when he wasn't playing or sleeping) and he found the promise of music was often a good bargaining chip. "Mind if I join you all?" he asked, not certain, either, which one had organized it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 11:32 am
Ra'jon arched a brow in response to the teens theory, "Buried in the sand? Well I don't think I've ever heard that one before." He mused before breaking into gruff chuckle as he eyed the grey "No offence to you little lad." he added with a flourish of his hand.
"As if sand could stop a dragons growth." the bronze scoffed in the back of his mind. After all Ulfriskth had always been a small bronze and that had never stopped him nor would he try and find pitiful excuses for being smaller than other dragons of his colour.
Ra'jon let out another short bellow of laughter at Blyte's last comment. "aye, well most watchriders have sticks shoved so far up their asses that its a wonder they don't cough up splinters with every step." he informed him blankly. "Though a few are okay, Ai's okay for an old gal, t least a damn ssight better than you M'onk from what I've heard." He didn't say anything about that gold of hers, if he said a bad word he'd never hear the end of it from Ulfriskth and a bronze dragon in a huff was not a thing to be taken lightly.
"My name's Ra'jon, my bronze is Ulfriskth. Thought he's a bit big to fit in here with us. And glad ya like the wine, its my dads brew." He explained with a grin. "And that's right, no wine for wyrlings under y watch I'm afraid kid, you'll have to stick with juice or water/ But if your marks are good there is nothing to stop you throwing a few dice. Wouldn't want to get you to excited and have your little grey be in danger."
"Good call my rider, that little thing looks like he would go between if I sneezed on him too aggressively"
Ra'jon looked up when G'len entered and grinned. "Ah, I was hoping for more , sure, come in and grab a seat and a cup of wine lad."
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 6:06 am
He waved to G'len as he walked in. A new person? This could be a great oppurtunity to catch up on the things he had been more subtle about, information wise.
Like the new Weyrwoman? Funny name, Ai. How'd she end up with a name so short? He'd heard a few rumors around, mainly that her dragon was crazy.
He'd like to hear more.
"So, is our new weyrwoman a watchrider, or what?" He wasn't sure if that would be crazy or wonderful. Maybe a bit of both. How would that even happen? Then again, Queenrider's could be pretty scary with a flamethrower...
"So, who wants to start the betting?" added Jamarin, his grin lopsided as he pulled out his purse. He had some marks to play with, what else was he going to spend it on? Dog food?
Oooo, new person, but Jamisk was busy trying to play with the dragon, so new person would have to wait! Jamisk was sort of sad about it, but that was fine! Play!
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