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 Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:22 am
It seemed that those remaining in their cells had been knocked unconscious by the blast or were simply too weak to move. It would be down to their allies now to get them to the rescue dragons before it was too late and the full might of Benden came down upon them. In need of rescue1 Etasha - Tua
6 V'lay - tetrachrome8 Cetalese - Rhia10 Wen - Shadd 11 F'itz - Tawny 12 S'dekai - Tua
14 S'lin - Mewrose
18 Siata - Nozomi20 Gauden - Rhia
25 D'lin - Jet26 Xanha - tetrachrome28 Felix - Dizzy30 Rochelle – Nozomi Those in red are assumed unconscious. If their players arrive they may choose to have them awake and get to dragons under their own steam! In the meantime other PCs may carry them to dragons. Carrying an unconscious PC to a dragon and strapping them in costs one action.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:28 am
Zetath - Coming in
Zetath appeared in the cavern with a sibilant hiss, landing lightly and flaring his wings out in a threat display. As soon as he alighted his lithe rider sprang from his back, taking stock of the situation even as he moved. This wasn't really his game, he didn't like danger of any kind let alone the kind that could lead to death rather than just (just!) having his face rearranged. Riders were down left and right looked like, his wingleader amongst them. Now Z'iv knew how Zetath felt about the whole colour issue but he couldn't really care less himself. Anyway, even if he did he liked D'lin way too much to leave him to his fate. It would be a waste of a sweet a** for one thing.
Currently there wasn't around trying to kill the guy already by the cell so Z'iv sprinted over and joined him in his efforts to heave the cell door off. After a few moments it fell with a clang, forcing Z'iv to jump out of the way pretty smartly. "Go get one of the others Sweetheart," he instructed the grey-haired man quickly, having observed his rather glazed expression. "We can get out of here, all of us between we two blacks. Go!" This left him with the not inconsiderable task of moving D'lin. Wasn't this just his lucky day? He should never have let Zetath talk him into volunteering but his dragon just couldn't stand to be seen idle when there was work to be done, and that went double when there was a battle to be joined.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:34 am
F'itz - Carrying Ceta to Zetath
Thank shards for that, just at the moment he had nothing bad at all to say about blacks and their riders. Small, quick, perfectly adapted to betweening... maybe they were worth the cost of raising them and keeping them healthy throughout their lives.
Together with the newly arrived black rider F'itz heaved the door off D'lin's cell, nodding in a faintly dazed manner as the boy gave instructions. Normally he wouldn't tolerate such insubordination from a younger rider, especially one on a smaller dragon but just now he knew full well that his mind was working too slowly.
Shaking his head the brown rider looked around to see who wasn't moving of their own accord, and with a sudden jolt of panic he spotted Ceta. Cetalese, his friend. He was glad he hadn't seen her sooner or he would have been hard pressed to do the right thing by going to D'lin first. Heart beating frantically he raced over to where the green rider lay in her cell, grabbed her and swung her over his shoulder as carefully as he could manage. Expecting blades and claws to strike him at any second he stumbled back across the ring to where the hissing black waited and after a brief struggle managed to secure Ceta to the harness.
In need of rescue
1 Etasha - Tua
6 V'lay - tetrachrome
8 Cetalese - Rhia
10 Wen - Shadd
11 F'itz - Tawny
12 S'dekai - Tua
14 S'lin - Mewrose
18 Siata - Nozomi
20 Gauden - Rhia
25 D'lin - Jet
26 Xanha - tetrachrome
28 Felix - Dizzy
30 Rochelle – Nozomi
Zetath carrying: 1/4
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 9:21 am
Z'iv - Carrying D'lin to Zetath.
Yup, D'lin was heavy. In the end Z'iv gave up the idea of carrying and instead dragged him across the floor, grasping the wingleader under his arms and hoping that Zetath would keep between them and the angry whers and people. A knife hissed through the air missing his throat by inches, almost making him drop his unconscious burden and just sprint for his dragon. It was in fact only the black's pressure that kept him from folding, the urgent need to be seen to be strong and capable thrumming through their bond as potently as terror sand through his own veins.
He wanted to go home and be safe. He wanted to travel the world again, trading and living by his wits not flying against the Thread... well not really. He wanted to protect his friends like that, of course he did, but he was scared - scared all the time recently. He was good at seeming relaxed but seeming was all it was.
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F'itz - Mounting Zetath
As he secured Ceta to the harness F'itz wavered and was forced to grab onto the black for support. Much as he wanted to stay and save everyone else too he knew that he'd reached his limit. He would only be a liability now, and there were no doubt many willing folk at Trine who would come to the aid of the captives. Struggling to keep his balance and find some strength in his limbs he heaved himself up into the harness and secured the straps around himself.
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Zetath, escaping
Zetath replied to his rider, sending a wave of strength and fierce searing love along. As His came close enough, dragging the wingleader with him, Zetath grabbed one in each forepaw and launched himself into the air, vanishing between a moment later. He would taste the ichor of wherhold traitors, but not today. He could wait though, revenge was sweeter when served cold after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 9:34 am
Within minutes of the explosions going off an eerie silence reigned in the Stonebound Ring. The captives had escaped, every one, leaving behind only splashes of blood and ichor spilled by those of Benden who had reacted quickly enough to be there at all.
Though they soon had word that their own captives had been saved from Trine the mood remained dark especially as one of the Trine captives had been Wingleader D'lin. His execution would have been a great symbol for the wherhold, the loss of that was a bitter pill to swallow indeed.
They were not quite back where they had been before however, sources indicated that the injuries Moriath had taken during the failed assassination attempt would keep the mutant wingleader grounded for some time for she would not heal as fast as one of the true-bred hues. It was not a lost compared to the disappointment at losing their captives (though some wherholders were quietly relieved that the bloody executions had not taken place) but it was something at least to match against Keller's lingering illness from the poison.
For some however the events of the last month had made hatred for Trine burn hotter than ever. Sooner rather than later the wherholds would strike again, doing all in their power to make sure the old ways of yet another hidebound Weyr passed into history. Informtion- That's a wrap! Those who didn't have time to post escape are assumed to have done so - If you posted more than 500 words for a given character in this thread they get 2 experience points! Please record these somewhere in your character journal.
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