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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 5:44 pm
Surrounding Terrain
Outside of the cliffface that makes Rias weyr a single road curves into the distance, weaving and winding through the lush forests. This is the main road used by holders who don't have the luxery of riding a'dragonback, as well as caravans of nomads and traders. The road is well kept, even sporting a bridge several dragonlengths from the weyrs' entrance, passing over a small stream.
There are many dirt footpaths leading from the weyr entrance into the semi-tropical forests surrounding the southern weyr. It's through here that drudges harvest wild fruit and plants or hunt for wild meat.
If one were hiding something, the forest would be the perfect place for an illicit tryst between lovers.
Description by Chayse
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2004 4:08 am
L'cian paused in scrubbing his great brown's neck and let out a weary sigh, he had hoped that doing something with his time - other than moping about in his weyr - would help keep his mind from the latest events. He had to admit that he knew the Weyrwoman was ill, her life slipping away through her fingers, and yet he himself had denied it. He knew that discarding the problem from his thoughts had not helped cushion the shock, but it was the only thing a simple brown rider could do. She had been a good woman, strong and ambitious, she had led their Weyr into greater things with her brilliant golden queen.
He shuddered almost violently and returned to scrubbing Tallith's hide, wishing he could forget as easily as dragons could. Perhaps it was a blessing not to have very good memories.
You are cold? Tallith asked, swerving his wedge-shaped head round to glance at his rider with concern.
"I am fine, the water is just a little frosty this morning." L'cian replied, gesturing towards the waist-deep lake water. Caring for his brown had always made the rider feel happier but at this moment in time, when the memory was so fresh he didn't feel joyous at all.
The terrible keening emitted from dragons and firelizards alike had been almost too much to bear as the great queen had suicided upon her rider's death. Yes, L'cian definitely did not like that sound at all, he guessed that everyone on Pern dreaded hearing the terrible keening of death. It would be even harder for Ephia who he knew had been there at the Sirana's deathbed. How would she be coping with such a terrible loss?
Tallith spread his wings then, and flapped them vigorously, scattering droplets of water which soaked the mourning brown rider. You forget that the woman is young and strong. He spoke up, startling his rider who had been so deep in thought. Ariath is a wonderful queen indeed. The man could not help but notice that this was spoken in gentle admiration.
"And who will they send for to take Sirana's place?"
That is nothing but a rumour. Do you tell me that L'cian believes in such chitters?
"Of course not, but it is something that will have to be considered."
You doubt Ariath's rider?
"Of course not." L'cian almost snapped, but reached up to stroke the nearest eye ridge in apology. "It is not up to us to decide Tall." He murmured as his dragon erupted into a soft crooning.
An affectionate moment was passed between the two, making both dragon and rider feel a little happier. Yes the Weyrwoman had passed away but it was not as if they were out of options. Life still continued and they were needed to remain strong in order to face Thread.
"Are you finished here?" L'cian asked, taking a few steps away from the brown and up into the shallows of the lake.
I am clean. He agreed and made his way from the water, keeping wings and tail held high so as not to taint them with dirt.
"Let us return to our weyr, I'm famished and there may be more news." L'cian spoke as he vaulted up onto Tallith's shoulders and waited for the brown to take flight. Without another word the brown's muscles bunched and flexed in his neck and shoulders, crouching slightly before that important leap into the air. With a bugle the brown leapt upwards, colossal wings embracing the air as they began the short flight to their weyr.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 2:33 pm
With her family and home destroyed by raiders, Jayka walked about the ruins of her house. Her tear-stained face framed by the whisps of brown hair blown across her face. Looking skyward, she peered at the mountains through clear brown eyes.
"My future is in the sky now..." she said to herself. Bending down she deposited an assortment of flowers next to small, crude, gravestones. "Goodbye, I'll never forget you..."
Turning her back on the graves she decended the hill to reach a dragon and rider at the base.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 2:56 pm
Ducking out from the cold, and numbing depths of between, the slim form of a large green became apparent as a small bleak shape upon the blue sky. She wheeled for a moment, a long wing stretching outwards as it caught a bit of turbulence in the new winds, which blew slightly in from the west. But adjusting to the new climate, the dragon expertly realigned herself, sinking lower down to the ground below to get out of the upper thermals.
I believe this is far enough, Love. A quiet voice echoed into the mind of a small form seated between the thick shoulder blades of the large beast.
“This will do fine.” Farin shouted, her voice caught in the wind. Her dragon heard her clearly, despite the disortation, picking up the wave length rather then the actual sound escaping her rider’s lips.
With her hair bound back in a furious knot of leather, and a pair of goggles dangling from the dip of her neck, the woman leaned forward, glancing down at the earth below. It passed by much like rushing water, bellowing faster then Farin could really focus her eyes upon. There was much rock below, amongst all the green, and even though the land seemed a bit barren Farin could make out the shapes of small houses and farmeries down below.
“It will be nice to get some peace and quiet.” Farin mumbled, relaxing her hold on Moth as the dragon descended to where there was even less wind lash, and the pair lazily floated about up in the air.
It was then, perhaps quite surprisingly to Farin, that Moth suddenly banked, causing Farin to grip her riding straps as the movement took her out of her previous calm. “Ech-!” Farin gaped, as they made a slice in the air, wheeling in a circle around a particular spot. “What’s the matter?” Farin asked Moth, who was still continuing the careful spiral. Although the motion had no ill effect to the dragon, this circling motion was quickly causing Farin’s mind (And stomach) to spin.
Something feels strange down below. I feel something. Moth echoed, her wings still stiff in the slow vulture spin, using only her tail as a rudder.
Farin coughed. “You feel something? What does that mean?”
I’m sorry, Love. The dragon spoke, stopping her spin. Instead, she now curved herself downwards, floating to the ground. I got distracted.
“Distracted with what?” Farin hung her head downward, trying to see the earth below. “I don’t see anything down there but grass and rock.” She yelled against the wind, her hair fluttering back to bite her in the face with the pressing wind.
Something is down there.
“Well, let’s go down and take a look then.” Farin spoke, her eyes a bit flustered with confusion.
Moth banked once more, and sunk down to the ground below, her large wings billowing outwards as she landed. With a quick pump of the wings to stop the gravity of her descent, the dragon landed quite softly on the ground below, her head carefully snaking to look back at her rider.
Farin rubbed her eye, the scratchy fabric of the glove causing more irritation then the sudden change of altitude. But Farin was a considerate woman in the terms of her dragon, and she bore only interest to Moth’s feelings now that they were down upon the ground.
“Hrm…Well Moth, I don’t really see much of anything here.” Farin spoke, pulling off her rider’s goggles so they stopped strangling her neck. “…Something does smell though.”
It smells like char. Moth rumbled, taking a few steps forward, Farin still situated upon her green’s back.
“…It does smell somewhat like char.” Farin mused, her blonde hair spilling out of the knot as she leaned over to look further. “What about on the other side of that hillside over there?”
Moth pushed upwards, and they took back to the air, skimming the ground until the hill was passed, settling back in to a stop in the same manner they had landed before. Now, something was indeed in sight of the dragon and rider. Above the hill there seemed to be the scant remnants of a home, only the skeleton left charred and black. Beams were snapped in half, and small ropes of what looked like old cloth dangled from the girth of the wood- just as black.
“I didn’t hear of a fire so close to home…” Farin spoke, starting to untie her straps.
Perhaps it did not happen recently. There have been raiders about. Moth interjected, rising her arm upward to allow her rider to slide off.
Farin stumbled for a second, having adjusted to sitting after the pair’s leisure flight to escape the shadow of the deaths upon the Weyr. “Perhaps…I’m going to take a look. Maybe you felt someone hurt.” Farin spoke, her rough voice a little softened with concern.
Farin started up the hill carefully, Moth sitting below and peering through Farin’s eyes to see what was up at top. There was a slightly hard breeze now, and Farin’s tied back hair was fluttering about aimlessly.
When she got almost to the top, Farin spoke, carefully sliding her hands beneath her elbows. “Hello? Is anyone here?” She demanded, her tan eyes flicking about the horizon line and the shadows of the trashed home.
In the distance she could make shape of someone standing near the home. Farin paused, her brow furrowing in thought.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 6:20 pm
Jayka had watched the dragon and its rider decend to the earth. Peering at the pair she quickly wiped away the tears on her face. Her brown hair wipped around her face, sheilding her vision for a moment before being quickly blown away. Her rags for clothing, unclean and unkept, billowed in the wind around her lean figure. She was hardly the essence of a woman, her chest still quite flat and her hair unclean. She looked as she was supposed to... homeless.
Taking in a deep breath she smelt the carnage, her home burnt to the ground, reduced to nothing but ash. The woman that had arived on the back of the dragon began to call out. "Yes, my name is Jayka, what do you need?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 7:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:26 pm
Heroe panted, her chest was heaving and tightening with pain as she ran up the dirt road toward the Weyr, her feet were aching also for she had ran nonstop from her home at Half Circle Sea Hold to get away from it's new Lord. It was well after the two moons had risen when she finally saw the Weyr's sillouete in the dark, but before she could reach the gates to call the Watchrider to open the gates, she collasped in a heap at the front gates.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 6:49 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 7:07 pm
Heroe couldn't hear or feel anything, her body was bruised, her clothing torn from travel and she was covered in the filth from the road. Her clothing was that of a sea blue green like that of a Sea Hold Harper. Her tunic, which was ripped in the back, showed marks like that of either slash marks or claw marks, as if the girl had been whipped or attacked by something or someone. She then heard an echoing, like a voice from the other end of a tunnel. It sounded like a low rumble... like that of a dragon. But there were words in the rumble, someone calling her... someone. She tried to get out of the blackness of between to answer. But all she managed were four simple words. "...Heroe...Dragon...Harper...Song..." and she then returned to the between once again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 6:18 am
Farin approached the crumpled form of the dirty girl. Her eyes were stony an unreadable, but she gently kneeled down in front of the girl to give her a look over.
She seemed to be young, but not as young as Farin had thought form the ground. She was dressed in blue and green, an odd color for a weyrling or weyrbrat. Farin doubted it was a weyrling, regardless. There would be a screaming dragon nearby if it had been.
The back of her tunic seemed to be slashed. Farin carefully pulled up the back of the shirt, glancing down the pale back. It was much too dark to see anything, although she could faintly smelled a coppery smell waft into her nose.
“Hey girl.” She repeated, only getting the girl’s incoherent mumbling as a response. The woman cursed incoherently. She stood, and adjusted her shirt carefully, her tired eyes looking back over to that of her dragon.
She must be taken to the healer barracks.
Farin sighed, rather flustered. “Do we have any active healers?”
The blue rider you spoke to before was a healer.
Farin squinted in thought, and nodded. “Well. I’m sure there’ll be drudges there anyways.” She sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. “Shards I hate kids.”
With a deft hand, she quickly picked the top half of the girl up. Farin grunted under the weight. The girl was almost as big as she was. She sighed, reminding herself once more of her sentiments on children.
Moth rose from where she was, and carefully moved towards the pair. She didn’t want to startle the girl, even if it looked as thought she was unconscious.
Farin made another attempt at moving her, and this time, succeeded. She hoisted the girl upwards and made a few careful sidesteps to Moth. The dragon then took over, carefully collecting the girl from Farin’s shoulders, and resting her in her hands.
The dragonrider climbed up on top of the broad green’s shoulders, and adjusted herself carefully. Healers typically didn’t like their patients moved much, so Farin left the girl, literally, in Moth’s capable hands.
“Alright. Let’s head over to the healer barracks.” She groaned carefully, exhausted from the day’s work, and now this.
Moth rumbled slightly, and pushed upwards. It was a funny take off, as Moth was more used to rising from all fours. But once they were in the air, all clumsiness about the dragon melted off as she gently passed across the rim, and down towards the far end of the Weyr. The entrance down to the kitchens were there, but it would take quite a bit of navigating into the core of the rocky structure to finally get into the healer barracks itself.
The green landed slowly at the edge, her wings carefully folding against her large, barreled sides.
Farin wobbled carefully, and dropped off. She let a hand idly pass across her head in exhaustion. Luckily however, she was a dragonrider, and work under fatigue was not something uncommon in the Weyr.
“Alright Moth, hand her to me. I’ll take her down to the healer barracks. You head back to the weyr, and I’ll see you in a bit.”
Moth rumbled. She did not much like the idea of returning home before her rider, but it was true that there wasn’t much more for the green to accomplish.
Farin collected the girl from Moth’s hands, and with another incoherent muttering, she made her way down the stairs, and towards the inner core of the Weyr.
((Note: Heroe should now be located in the healer patient area. (Located under the thread heading “Healer Barracks” in the main guild area.) I am not sure if any healers are about, or will respond, but assume that Farin leaves her there and heads back to her weyr for sleep. She might come and check back in the morning to see what has gone on with Heroe. ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 5:42 pm
The tanned form of the trader bound to Rias weyr could barely be made clear between the dense undergrowth of the forest. Where he was, he couldn't tell exactly, but his sense of direction told him he was headed for the beach, and that was what mattered. It wasn't the first time he cut through the forest ot get where he was going. There would be no felines this close to the Weyr unless they were dumb, and if they were dumb he'd hear them coming.
He'd doffed his usual choice of light and airy clothing for a thicker pair of pants and jacket, both in green to blend with the forest. On his way back, if he could make it before nightfall, he might stop to gather some of the flowers and herbs he passed, to get a decent price for them, but for now he was to hed to the beach. His one goal: driftwood.
The material was an untapped goldmine. Sunbleached and dried, it not only made wonderful fuel for a fire (which was the most use it typically got) but the twisted shapes it often came in made inspiration flow through the head of any creative person, leading to carvings worthy of a mark or more. He'd pick up and save these inpirational pieces, but for now he was set on finding some more supplies for his masks. He was running out of paint as well, but he could manage that later.
With a hand wiping sweat from his brow, he ducked under a last branch, moved aside a curtain of leaves, and was nearly blinded by the bright sunlight reflecting off the beach. Ah, this was it. An excellent way to spend the day. Enough food in his satchel to last him until dinner, and a warm beach free of the chatter of the Weyr. By Ramoth's egg, it irked him to no end, being bound in one place such as he was. A think trader's accent could be heard grumbling to himself as he toed off his boots and felt the warm sand under his feet. Another moment and the soft hide was over his shoulders as he strode barefoot and unmindful of the hot sand, down to the edge of the water. Some shells would be a nice find too...
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 1:04 pm
A couple of miles off Rias, and a bit to the west, a row of unusually soft beaches framed the rocky coast with the pale blue waters. Although there was a good deal of foliage hanging from the rocky slope which jutted straight up from the sand, the remainder of the bay lay barren of any pant life; save the occasional beached sea grass. The sun was rather bright and beaming, letting what lay below its rays do a good deal of soaking in the midday heat.
Although it was a long stretch of beach, it wasn't quite immense. It provided just enough space for a dragon to lay vertically, although towards the rear came the jutting cliff faces. Not uncomfortable, but not entirely too flattering, as to lay correctly involved a bit of contorting to fit the entire form. Luckily, fitting into tight spaces was a green dragon's specialty.
The deep yellow-green dragon shifted, her large form partially engulfed in tiny white specks. Rolling in the sand was a fabulous way to remove agitating itches from her broad shoulders. But any dragon, of any size, to roll in the sand made quite an event. Her weight alone had now caused her to sink precariously into the sand a good two feet, and the front regions of her body were licked by water which followed the depression in the sand all the way to her resting form. The length of her neck allowed her to rest head to the side and curl against the arch of her wing, or lean forward and stretch out above the shifting water. Occasionally her head dipped down beneath the water, and a mass of bubbles would arise from the bottom as she rubbed her chin against the muddy bottom. A bit farther out, bobbed an awkward shape. It was certainly no native to the water, and the fish surrounding the area cautiously observed it from below.
The sun felt good, Farin thought with a squint of her eyes. It was rather bright though, and it was questionable if even the dark skinned Farin would escape without a burn from the sun. It was interesting then, that dragons didn't get sunburns. Farin continued to muse, sinking once as a wave pushed over her. It was a bit choppy out, making for any prolonged rest rather agitatious.
Dragons get threadscores. Rumbled the green. Not sun burns. Almost on cue, she stretched out her wings to absorb some more heat, and bobbed her head back against the water.
"Well people-" Another wave dipped and fell, this time pushing her under. She sputtered as she righted herself back in the water, her blond hair swirling about her shoulders. "-get threadscores too." She rubbed her cheek and kicked a bit at the water below. She turned for a moment and looked over towards the remainder of the shifting open water, and let her head dip underneath the wave again.
People are too fragile. Not like dragons. Came the imp voice, even though Farin presently floated about underwater.
'People aren't always fragile.' Farin thought, bubbling and poking her head back up. "Just small." The woman treaded out to the side, moving parallel to the shore.
The green dragon yawned, and her deep throaty gurgle rumbled against the rocky slip behind her. Very small.
Farin squirted some water out of her mouth threateningly, and sunk her head back under the waves. Moth rustled, the end of her tail slapping once against the sandy shore.
The sound of the dragon's tail hitting the sand instantly caused another tiny little body to rocket up into the air, screaming and hissing over being so rudely shocked. The green dragon gave the little queen no heed, and opened her mouth to bite at the cooling water.
Vera dived, quickly moving out amongst the water. But egads! The Woman wasn't there! Where had she gone? She was there- the little queen had seen her only moments before! The confused creature contorted and spiraled about, throwing up quite a fit. Her frantic search woke up the sleepy bronze, who had been sunning his little body on the green's back. With a sleepy squawk he rose to the queen's command, and danced about her to see what was amiss.
But Vera's confusion was short lived, as The Woman poked her head up from the water, rubbing some salt from her eyes, oblivious to the search party which had been frantically issued to find her. Up above her, the two flitts darted about.
Vera hissed and skittered around the water, landing shyly upon Farin's bobbing head. The woman arched an eyebrow as she treaded the water. Besides her, the bronze landed upon the water, folding his wings outwards to float like an awkward buoy.
The whole maneuver had been quite decently executed, and it was unfortunate that the Woman and the little gold hadn't noticed his self-proclaimed spectacular feat. Farin's head went back under the water, and in surprise, down went Vera with her. The little white-gold creature resurfaced with a paranoid shriek, her eyes flashing a brilliant ruby red. She floundered dejectedly, realizing with another splash that she could not, in fact, control the water.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 5:37 pm
Out of between a small green flit suddenly appeared and squacked in honest surprise at finding a very large green dragon laying in the spot she wanted to be in. With such a bulk in the way she shreiked her distress, then held herself against the canyon wall going on noisily and continually about what a bother her sunbathing expedition had suddenly become.
Her squabbling was silenced as a bronze dragon appeared in the sky from between bugling his arrival.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 6:00 pm
The sudden rush of arrival came as a graduated term of events for the beach going party. Farin, who was presently submersed beneath the shifting waves, missed both entries of the large bronze, and the squabbling green flitt. She continued bobbing below the waves for a few moments, watching the light dance upon the murky bottom bellow.
However, the initial arrival of the green flitt did not go unnoticed to the pair. Vera instantly broke into a wreck. Why was the other She carrying on so? She whined piteously, until another wave broke her cry, leaving her sputtering for air and hissing at whatever damned thing was responsible for all of these strange occurrences in her tiny flitt mind. Fleckin, on the other hand, quickly took to the air. The bronze crossed sharply over the undulating waves, and skittered one loop around the little green, babbling incessant little flitt gibberish as he greeted her.
Even for a flitt, it was easy for the bronze to recognize that the source of the little green's problem was the Big on the sand. Unfortunately, Fleckin knew better then to think he could do anything about it. He never saw anyone move the Big, although he knew the Woman could make it move on occasion. But just to show he wasn't afraid of the giant thing (and perhaps to show off that he was such a mighty flitt indeed), he darted around Moth, scolding her for whatever it was that wronged the other flitt. He was clueless, but there were very few times that he wasn't.
The green didn't pay them much heed. Almost as an absent taunt, she lowered her head back into the water, snorting against the surf as the salty bubbles washed against her lower jaw and snout. But the arrival of the bronze did take her notice, the thick below resounding against the jutting rocks, and back against the rocking water. The green responded back with her own throaty sound, rising her long neck above the rushing waters to identify who the caller was.
Bronze Feronamth flies above. Moth reported, her head angling away from the airspace and out by the bay.
A few moments later, the mass of blonde hair bobbed up from the water, and squinted her eyes as she fought past the sunlight to see the dragon. For a moment, she treaded water, before running a hand through her hair and blowing an exasperated sigh between her lips. Hopefully the arrival of the bronze did not prequel a mail carrying assignment. Farin had hoped this would be a day off.
Dragonriders don't have days off. Only spare time. Moth reminded, and Farin muttered something which came out only as bubbles.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 6:11 pm
Sisao followed the bronze and circled the bubbles coming from Moth chirruping delightedly at them. But her braveness disappeared when the great green head came above water to greet the bronze and she disappeared between with a squack.
Feronamth began a circling landing pattern, gliding down slowly. He was generally surprised and pleased to see another dragon sunning herself by the ocean.
C'tari huffed seeing the green and the spec in the water that had to be the rider and thought to the bronze, lets just go to our normal spot.
The bronze just continued his circling to land ignoring C'tari completely. He was tired of solo outings.
What are you doing ya great oaf? There isn't anywhere to land down there? He yelled uselessly into the wind. Feronamth was still not responding.
Feronamth glided gracefully into the waves creating some of his own. Then dipped his head and entire body under the ocean dragging C'tari with him. He broke the water surface far closer to Farin than he had anticipated, submerging her unexpectedly with his waves.
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